Rogue Trader: Totally NOT Space Piracy

Albane Log V
The Weatherman is Always Wrong

I’ve always considered the Cadian Kasrkin Corps as a set of personal heroes. In many ways, I hold more respect for them than even the venerated Astartes. It seems little to go to battle for the glory of the emperor if you are practically immortal, after all. I like having them aboard, and I find that I’ve grown to make a few friends with them as time has gone on. When we went to meet with Nixios, I suited up along with them, to conceal myself and to have a better view what was happening… and a better view is certainly what I got.
Once again, Elenora had no trouble capturing my eye, so much so that I had difficulty paying attention to the proceedings, which was fine because I had little to add. Stubber handled things well as he always did, and we came to an arrangement… one that I admit I find haunting, but not so much so that it will prevent my participation. Still, there are too many questions; a battle cruiser. A space hulked battle cruiser. Would it be the same as the Lionheart? Gellar fields and Daemons? My sword hopes so. I’m sure it was an impressive gesture when the Kroot joined us right in front of him, but not enough to make him budge too much. I wonder if we might have been able to swing a better deal than the 30-70 split we negotiated, but it will go far more smoothly I think if we take things as it goes now. With improved business, no doubt that 30 split will be quite large. It’s also hard to say what things will change in the future.
Once again, however Elenora stole my attention. I could tell she knew something, perhaps she was amused that Nixios was squirming, or maybe it was the smugness of knowing that things weren’t as we thought. I was glad for the helmet, otherwise my staring would have been quite rude. In the armor, she couldn’t have known I was, nor that I was even the one from before. Even so, I thought I caught her look my way once or twice- perhaps she did know. Finding that the hermetic suit had clensed some sort of custom pheromone added to the theory. No one else seemed to be effected, which tells me that it was meant for me… I’m not certain if I should be flattered or alarmed. I’m not sure whether I regret having my helmet on or not right now.
Leaving footfall was a good thing. It was neither a planet nor a ship, but something in between; I couldn’t make myself feel at ease in such a place. We had a month until we had to move upon the battle cruiser Nixios indicated, so in the mean time we’re setting out to recon our next objective. We set our sights on an old colony that had long since lost contact with the Imperium. It was a solid 4 days of travel, and I spent the time with my Cadian friends. I had hoped they might teach me a little more about weapon handling, tactical rifle handing and such; for some reason though, it didn’t come up. I did learn an awful lot about usage of improvised weaponry however, so the next time I need to hit someone with a bottle, I’m going to do it like a g****mn master.
We soon arrived on the planet, and found it quite interesting. There was hardly any vox traffic, and none of it off planet. The space was absolutely devoid of normal traffic. After landing on the planet, I was surprised to find that it showed signs of heavy population, very advanced cities. This was not the deathworld colony I had expected to be evacuated. After we landed, we were given a guarded reception, but it turned quite warm once it became clear that we were from the Imperium. They reported to us that quite some time back, there was a warp storm that had come into the system and it had been evacuated for that, and since then, the sister planet to it had been launching occasional assaults whenever it was close enough to launch them. Strange news indeed, because there was no storm when we arrived, and not really any sign of a storm. We attempted scans of the other planet, but found that they were jammed in several areas.
I had been concerned about the discrepancies in their report about the warp storm. If there had been one, why had it subsided? Could it return while we were trapped in the system and force us to land…perhaps indefinitely? Frankly, there was no way we could tell. Even in my time spent in the navy, and all the information of the void that I had, I simply did not consider myself competent to know. So naturally, I decided to consult perhaps the only one on board who could know, our Navigator Meseri. A short time later, he contacted me and asked me to come to his quarters. Admittedly, this was a fascinating request for me to receive, it would be the first time I’d ever actually spoken to an Eldar. He was taller than me, quite a bit so but not as much as I’d expected. It was strange seeing how human he appeared, I had never seen one without those strange conical helmets before. He was remarkably pleasant, but what he had to report was what really interested me. Evidently, there was no warp storm, not once here anytime in the recent past and nor was there any great danger of one forming. He detected something… evil on the sister planet as well. These are some interesting developments to say the least; it looks like we’ll have our work cut out for us.

Malakai - Koronus Expanse Log 101

Our last batch of endeavors was rather tumultuous. We finally met with nixios for what we thought would be an ultimatum-giving. Instead it turned out to be a negotiation session, which i will admit is not one of my stronger points. Neither is it the strong point of our group. Anyway, we were able to secure a portion of the station’s income and the use of it’s facilities.

Nixios also informed us of a drifting ship he wanted retrieved for its cargo. This should be quite a difficult feat, as it is a ship quite larger than ours. However, it may contain technology and weapons that will benefit our house on both a ship and personnel level. I will have to investigate further.

Also of note is a star system we explored. The second habitable planet contained several hives, and welcomed our presence. They were told that there was a warp storm in the area, which led to a generation of exclusion from the greater imperium. we will reestablish trade with this world and use some of their undesireables to crew the ship we plan to steal recover in the name of the imperium.

The governor of this world informed us that the occupants of the next planet over had been attempting to attack this planet for some time. This obviously cannot be permitted. Upon augury of this hostile world, we discovered that no signs of life appeared on our sensors. Whatever these people are using to mask themselves from our sensors is quite good, and i will have to obtain at least a technichal blueprint, if not the devices themselves. They would be most useful on our ship and and colonies the castus family creates in this volatile region of the void. I will recover them at any cost.

Log 4 - Augustine H. Castus

I am unsure as to how Ms. Leinova administered the toxin, but I am thankful that my crew did not botch negotiations with her. It would have been a slow if relatively painless death. The medicae servitors report that without intervention my body would have shut down organ by organ, slowly over the course of the next month. Regardless, I am feeling mostly better and though Vauntus requests I remain bedridden and maintain contact via the cyberskull vidlink, I think I will be able to get around alright. Besides, some of the things that occurred in my absence…did not go according to plan.

Stubber has a good eye for social situations. Better than his abysmal knack for not being able to find materials. Though the bar fight struck me as completely unnecessary and high risk for little gain. Ms. Leinova is pretty, I’ll give her that. Though the showboating of her stealth skills leads me to believe that there’s more to her than just an infiltration specialist. The fact that she is willing to work with us in a manner that would allow us to gain access to Footfall’s notorious Obsidian Emporial bidding house means that she sees something to gain from our deal in the warehouse. I suspect she may be acting as a double agent, depending on the terms of her contract with Nixios.

I believe Vahn when he described Gicker’s place as “a urinal”. I could only see a hazy vid feed from the skull. Gicker is a simple man with simple tastes and his reactions were all to predictable. Promise him an actual percentage and he perked right the feth up. I’m glad to see that Malakai was able to dumb down his logic so that the big arse could understand it.

As far as Vahn’s little stunt in the Administratum office, I must say that I am disappointed in him. Trying to pull off a lie like that without any cover or data backup? Has he learned nothing? The first rule of lying: be prepared. Come to think of it, that’s the first rule of just about everything, isn’t it? Regardless, it came to a good end, so i heard. I lost contact part-way through the meeting; I believe a vox jammer was implemented. But we have our proof. Now, It is time to act.

Albane Log IV
If at first you don't succeed...

I often wonder if I’m really cut out for this subterfuge sort of thing. I never found myself with cause to dissemble in my life until after the Lionheart, and even then I rarely made outright lies, more omissions; I simply remained quiet. Trying to pull a convincing lie is difficult for me, I suppose its one of those things that might come with practice- or maybe I should stick to the lies I’m good at, omission and riding assumption.

We struck out today in an attempt to make contact with and convert the muscle Nixios uses to run this town. To be honest, I didn’t really know what our plan was when we went to that bar, but I’ve learned to trust Stubber’s instincts, the man has proved himself time and again so I didn’t ask too many questions. After he started flashing that cash, he got a few undesirables tailing him, which of course was the plan, so I tailed after them on my way to the bar, trying to take a seat where I’d have a good view of what was going on. This proved to be a sort of useless gesture though as when the fighting did break out it seemed a worse and worse idea to utilize my firearm. I thought it might draw too much attention if I utilized my powersword, (I wasn’t out for blood today after all) so I went with the bottle in front of me and soon broke it on one of the outlaw’s faces; it was swill anyway so I won’t mourn the alcohol. Malakai didn’t feel the same reservations I did about using his power weapon, and I think he might have killed one of them. We didn’t have time to find out however, because immediately Malakai and Stubber made a break for the exit. I’m glad I’d learned not to question Stubber, since evidently in the brawl I hadn’t noticed a nerve gas canister be deployed in the room, so when I cut and made a break for the exit after them I only just avoided a lung-full of bad day.

We were back on the run after that and honestly I had thought it was for the purpose of escaping. It wasn’t until we came to a dark shack where Stubber stepped inside that I realized we were chasing rather than being chased. We were treated with a disembodied female voice which I figured belonged to our elusive (can’t remember her name). It turned out quite to our advantage that I kept my mouth shut during the encounter, in truth I’d spent most of the encounter trying to plan a way to escape with my life intact, especially as Malakai informed us that we had been surrounded. It couldn’t possibly be, but something about the woman’s manner and the stealth employed by her agents reminded me of the stories of Temple Assassins, a truly terrifying comparison.

I feel somewhat blind without a psyker with us to warn of psychic activity, because I got the impression that there was much of it going on in that room unbeknownst to us. I can only hope that if the woman can read minds, she wasn’t reading mine the moment she stepped into the light. In all my life I’ve only ever loved one woman, despite the many I’ve had in my vices since losing her; the sight of such a woman as this though… well, I’ll simply say that I didn’t realize I even still could look at a woman that way. Even if she can’t read minds, I’m sure my expression wasn’t too difficult to discern.

It would be prudent, I think, not to think too much on the encounter though; chasing a woman like that is more likely to result in my being killed than nearly anything I might engage in while in service to a Rogue Trader. What is important is that we weren’t all killed, and it seems that for now we have worked out a mutually beneficial arrangement; I don’t think we’ll have too much to worry about with them unless we truly start to step on more toes than we ought.

After turning the razor away from us, it was time to deal with the hammer. When compared with (still don’t remember her name), Helios was far easier to find and contact. His thugs outside were surprisingly assertive in their roles, which I suppose is why Helios could confidently leave it to their judgement whether we got inside. They weren’t shy at all about threatening us, and I had been contemplating cutting the arm off of one of them as he pointed his weapon at Malakai; probably would have if I didn’t have to worry about his companion blasting me at such range with his own weapon from behind when I did so. Once again, however, Stubber proved he could talk his way through these things and we were inside.

The place was a urinal, Not so different from the dives I spent my time prize fighting in during the years after the Lionheart. Making our way up to the boss man was a piece of cake after we had his attention, I’m not really certain what Malakai did to accomplish that, but hey whatever works. The guy was pretty much what I expected, tried for class but only pulled off ass. Still, he was simple enough to work with, and it was funny seeing something Stubber couldn’t talk his way through, the synthesized voice box of Malakai proving to be the more swaying tongue in this encounter. Honestly it was kind of funny. Helios proved easy enough to sway to our side, a little math and a little coin and he was more than agreeable.

With Nixios’ known muscle a little deflated, it now became more of a question of how do we control him. His Letter of Mark seemed the clear answer, hit him in the legitimacy. I liked the idea of a heist, but the more prudent action would be to simply go through the administratum. This was one point where I felt comfortable, finally taking the imperial route, I felt like I would be back in my element and know how to handle and work with these people. I was wrong. I think I really just proved how feeble a liar I am, if I’d had a little more presence of mind then when I’d finished with my attempt at intimidation of the official we met with, I’d have played it off like I was testing him before we made our real offer. Instead I left, leaving it to Stubber to find a way. I had been wondering if I ought to kill the man and attempt to erase my attempt at a ruse, but I don’t think it would really have compromised my identity if a nameless man had attempted to impersonate a dead imperial captain, even if that captain had a connection to me. Still though, it made me nervous. Stubber told me afterward that I had nothing to worry about though; I wasn’t there to see it, but once again he managed to talk his way out from things. I still feel chagrined about my frustrating ineptitude with the subterfuge the rogue trader service requires; I’ll have to see if I can find a way to learn these more effectively.

My failures aside, the missions of the day have been a resounding success- it seems that we now have all the proof we require, and our position is now set for our take over of the station. It should be an interesting time ahead of us.

Log 3 - Augustine H. Castus

Yes, dinner went as well as planned. We found out valuable information about Nixios and his retinue. He did try to make it seem as though the Kroot were contracted with him on a permanent basis, but that turned out to be a lie. We have now made a better contract with the Kroot and have begun adapting part of the ship to fit their needs. The trick will be to keep them out of the way of the death cult.

I believe that by buying out Uriah’s associates here on Footfall, we will have a better chance of winning over the locals and claiming Footfall as our own. Once he has no one that is truly loyal to him, I will succeed.


Malakai - Koronus Expanse Log 100

The next chapter of our adventures took us to all corners of footfall in our effort to undermine Nixios’s power. We went to a bar, ordered drinks and stubber promptly started a bar fight. The most foolish of mortal scuffles, without any proper weapons. I was struck in the face with a table leg, to no effect. Unfortunately our pathetic fight was interrupted by a gas grenade before i could show these alcohol-fueled denizens what a good power-axe can do to their pathetic squishy bodies.

We were lured into some sort of dark warehouse to negotiate with these assasins, we were not able to stop them from working for nixios, but were able to get them to start working for us as well. One leg of the tripod down.

The second leg of our adventure was dealing with a thug whose name escapes me. He was in charge of most of the enforcement on footfall. Once he agreed to see us, stubber and van attempted to negotiate with him in vauge, fancy terms to no success. I used a few solid numbers and soon had his operation on our side with the promise of increased profits and alcoholic drinks that actually contained alcohol. Second leg down.

The third part of our plan was to obtain records of the nixios family, and use that as blackmail against nixios’ regime. This was handled by stubber and van, and went well once they stopped trying to force the hand of the administratum and used some tact instead. I was the backup plan and thankfully not needed.

All in all, not bad for a few days’ work. This rock will be ours soon enough.

Birds of a Feather

The dinner with Nixios went pretty much the way I had expected. I was surprised at the dinner menu, Lady Augustus certainly went the extra mile to flaunt her wealth to him. I remember my time spent in noble houses, but even there it was quite rare to dine in such style.
I was surprised to find that he had recruited a blank to add to his guard, which fact was brought starkly (and hilariously) to light as our astropath was forced from the room with sudden sickness.
I cannot say that I’m surprised to learn of there being a chaos cult here on the station, with a station this size I suppose it was bound to happen, but still it grates upon me that they are so nearby and I can do nothing, damned heretics. I suppose it would complicate our mission if there were to make themselves involved, but I think I would be pretty happy about it if I were to get the opportunity to drop a few rounds in them.

As we dined with the man, I tried to do my best to keep my head clear and largely avoided the whine. Stubber on the other hand made himself useful and went to go and recruit our new kroot friends. They seem far less repugnant in the light of being allies than I’ve previously viewed them- after all, the last time I encountered the kroot was during my service to the Navy, and we were on far less amiable terms at that time to say the least. I still have mixed feelings about taking the Xenos on board on such a scale, but their usefulness is undeniable, and they’re not all together repulsive either; perhaps we could build a working relationship with them.

I’m not certain what I make of my actions when we came under fire. It happened quickly enough that my thought process was not immediately discernible even to me. Augustine is really all that’s left in this reality of what was Alexis, her and the locket I carry. I cannot tolerate the thought that she too might be made to disappear while I can do nothing.

Malakai - Koronus Expanse Log 11
Fancy Feast

Continuing the last log, we had a feast with nixios. Food. interesting. I did learn how much of a grip nixios has on his station. It seems his grip is far more fragile than we previously thought. After a fine meal of foods that I did not taste, we dismissed him. We learned afterwards that our senschal was able to persuade the kroot bodyguards that nixios flaunts to be more sympathetic to our cause.

After a little post-dinner plotting, we came to the conclusion that we could offer nixios’ kroot warriors better accommodations and more interesting work than what nixios was currently giving them. We were pointed towards an asteroid near the station where xenos were housed, and went there.

It turned out, after a long and music-less elevator ride, that the kroot were indeed living (and nesting) there. One of our genius crew decided to get their attention by firing his pistol into the air. This resulted in us being shot at and my grapplehawk being blown to bits in the chaos. Side note here, we really need to get some of these kroot weapons. They appear to be plasma based and I would love to be able to produce them on a large scale. Anyway we calmed everyone down and convinced the kroot to move to the ship, as we are going to build some sort of terrarium for them in a cargo bay there. we also purchase large quantities of cushions for reasons that escape me.

House castus will soon be the power over footfall, but we plan to leave nixios as a puppet ruler while we conduct business in the expanse. we still have a ways to go in digging the metaphorical pit-trap that we will cause him to fall into, but this is a good start. A station such as this is a worthy prize for our endeavors, and will allow me to find valuable or unknown technology.

Log 2 - Stubber
Ripe for the Picking

I can honestly say that I expected Footfall to at least be run by a legitimate Rogue Trader. Turns out he is using no more than a letter of mark as a claim to his rather lofty seat. My, we’ve hardly travelled a week and we’re already running into characters like these. Footfall is officially ours, as far as I’m concerned. Now, all it will take is the convincing of the rest of the population of this fact.

Of course, its one thing to claim leadership and another thing entirely to actually claim it. I’m already hard at work making plans and laying the foundations for a quick, relatively clean transition of power. After all, I do have some experience in this line of work: this isn’t the first time I’ve challenged the powers that be… Compared to that, this should be a cakewalk.

Log 2 - Augustine H. Castus

Ah yes,

Today was filled with much adventure. I look forward to meeting Usiah. From what I hear he flaunts the wealth that he does have, although I know that his family is not as influential as mine is. I intended that the dinner we have shall be spectacular.

Uriah and his crew shall not leave without being well taken care of. I will make sure of that. I also want to find out his intentions for Footfall. Perhaps he can be beneficial to our cause…buyout?



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