>>1091845
>Get dressed and head to the main concourse (gambling halls, whorehouses, taverns, theaters, Ecclesiarchal Temple)

>>1091845
>"Servitor! Check for messages!"
I don't want to be the boss that never checks their voicemail and email, and ends up delaying everyone's projects, then blames everyone for not meeting deadlines or charging overtime.

>>1091845
>"Servitor! Check for messages!"

If we don't have any then go to the docks

>>1091845
>> "Servitor! Check for messages!"
Gambling and other associated debauchery can wait.

> "Servitor! Check for messages!"

>>1091873
>>1091874
>>1091909
>>1091913

"Servitor! Check for messages!"

"Un-der-stood-Lord-Cap-tain. *WHIRR* You-have-two-mes-sa-ges. *WHIRR* The-first-of-fi-cer-of-the-ab-so-lu-ti-on-in-fo-rms-you-that-the-ship-has-fin-ish-ed-be-ing-re-fit-ted-and-is-rea-dy-for-de-par-ture-on-your-or-ders. *WHIRR* The-Hou-se-Pal-las-wou-ld-li-ke-to-re-mi-nd-you-of-the-im-por-tan-ce-of-fi-nd-ing-a-new-st-re-am-of-in-co-me. *WHIRR* End-of-mes-sa-ges. *WHIRR*"

The servitor stiffly turns back to the window and continues cleaning.


>Get dressed and head to the docks (the Absolution, Explorator Shrine, Merchant Guildhouse).

>Get dressed and head to the main concourse (gambling halls, whorehouses, taverns, theaters, Ecclesiarchal Temple)

>Get dressed and head to the administration decks (Naval Office, Inquisitorial Base, Administratum Center)

>Lay in bed and read a book

>Write-In

>>1091979
>Get dressed and head to the docks (the Absolution, Explorator Shrine, Merchant Guildhouse).

Lets check the new ships and the crew before business

>>1091979
>Get dressed and head to the docks (the Absolution, Explorator Shrine, Merchant Guildhouse).

>>1091979

>Get dressed and head to the docks (the Absolution, Explorator Shrine, Merchant Guildhouse).

>>1091979
>Get dressed and head to the administration decks (Naval Office, Inquisitorial Base, Administratum Center)

>>1091979
>>Get dressed and head to the administration decks (Naval Office, Inquisitorial Base, Administratum Center)

>>1091979
>Get dressed and head to the docks (the Absolution, Explorator Shrine, Merchant Guildhouse).

Get a tour of the ship and then hit up the Guildhouse for possible leads

>>1092020
>>1092003
>>1091989
>>1091984
You put on your clothes, strap your mono-sword and pistols on, and proceed to the private dock access elevator your accommodations afford you.

The docks are a maze of bridges, elevators, void-sealed doors, and tramways strung out over an immense hallspace several dozen kilometers in length. Flocks of servo-skulls fly through the air, ferrying messages from docked ships to stationside contacts and vice versa. Ratings and crewmen from a dozen ships stream along the walkways, rushing towards the glory of shore leave or trudging reluctantly back from the same. Hanging in the center of this immensity is the Explorator shrine, the great Iron Skull of its masters shining from its tower. The Guildhouse of the great Merchant houses of the Segmentum hangs from one wall, bristling with bell-towers, stained-glass windows, and other signs of wealth and opulence. Far below you, in one of the dry-dock sections, hangs your charge: the gleaming, glorious Absolution.

>Take the elevators down to the Absolution

>Go to the Explorator Shrine

>Go to the Merchant's Guildhouse

>Write-In

>>1092123
>>Go to the Merchant's Guildhouse

>>1092123
>>Take the elevators down to the Absolution
Let take a look at our ship

>>1092123
>Take the elevators down to the Absolution

>>1092123
>Go to the Merchant's Guildhouse

>>1092123
>>Take the elevators down to the Absolution

>>1092123
>Go to the Merchant's Guildhouse

>>1092135
cmon guys let's find some contacts and jobs

>>1092220
Better check our stuff's first before jobs. we gotta know the potential of our ship so we can take the best job compatible to our ship

>>1092228
Your ship's statline can be found in the pastebin, FYI.

>>1092228
we kinda know it based on the paperwork we filled but to keep things going i'm changing this>>1092135

to
>Take the elevators down to the Absolution

>>1092238
I know...but we never interact with the crew, yeah?
Mental preparation is a factor too

>>1092123
>Take the elevators down to the Absolution

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>>1092243
>>1092172
>>1092156
>>1092138
>>1092262

The guards standing vigilant watch at the elevator level their hellguns at you when you approach, but quickly raise them back to neutral position when you flash them your copy of the Warrant of Trade. It takes 10 minutes for the elevator to finish its descent down to the surface access of the Absolution. You walk out into a vast hall decorated with statues of your predecessors: over two hundred generations of the Pallas line gaze sternly down at you from their alcoves. The lighting here is muted and subtle, giving the hall an intimate feel, accentuated by the polished marble floor. In the distance, you can see a group of crewmen struggling with a pulley arrangement, attempting to pull up a block of fine stone into an unoccupied alcove. A mezzanine level appears to have a set of chairs, a bookshelf, and a metal door leading off. A number of hallways lead off from this chamber on the ground floor.

>Look around the hall

>Accost the crewmen (write-in dialogue)

>Wander around the ship

>Try and find your way to the bridge

>Try and find your way to your quarters

>Look around until you find an officer

>Write-In

>>1092309
>Wander around the ship
>>Look around until you find an officer

>>1092309
>Accost the crewmen (write-in dialogue)

(Professional tone)
"What seems to be the issue here gentlemen?"

And see if we can help them with the pulley system, nothing quite raises the reputation of a leader than every once in a while helping out with tasks around the ship or base and then we can pull one of them to get us to the bridge accurately, don't want to be seen getting lost on the ship

>>1092309
>Wander around the ship

>>1092309
support>>1092330

>>1092309
>>Wander around the ship

>>1092309
>>Look around until you find an officer

>>1092330
Are you sure we could actually help?
In my experience, workers hate micro-managing managers who don't know the work and simply make a mess of things.

>>1092358

If we step in and just start berating them that would be the feel, but having someone walk up and ask what is the matter and figuring out how to help isn't micromanaging per say, just helping out people who are struggling, who knows maybe they just need another body to yank on the pulley, or we can just order some more help for the detail.

For military situations I can say that it is nice to see officers occasionally out in the shit with you doing menial things, less resentment builds up

>>1092382
>nice to see officers occasionally out in the shit with you doing menial things, less resentment builds up
I can see it for things with little chance of screwing up, but in my experience managers who tried to help and ended up causing a mess were resented more than managers who stayed away from both the work and asking too many inane questions.

>>1092400

I can see where you're coming from on it, but we've been working on ships for our entire life and we come from a military Rogue Trader house, probably more focused on making sure that we know how to do work more than the trading focused ones

We go up, ask what's the matter and if we don't know how to help we make sure to order the detail someone to help on our way in, either way we make their job easier

>>1092347
>>1092339
>>1092316
You decide to take a walking tour of your ship, and head through the nearest hallway.

A half-hour later, you have begun to question the wisdom of your decision. The ship's layout appears to be highly unintuitive: snaking hallways full of dead-ends and strange twists and turns, blended architectural styles that seem to be out of entirely different ships, and even false doors that lead to nowhere dominate the space between rooms and chambers laid out with all the order and attention to detail of a drunken grox-herd. To make things worse, the crew of the ship seem to be avoiding you: teams of pale, sunken-eyed crewmen dart around corners and vanish as soon as they see you, or hurriedly pack up their strange sacks of knick-knacks and leave the chambers shortly after you enter. The tattoos, scars, and strange, primitive dress only serve to make this more unsettling.

>Try and chase down the next group of crewmen you see: you won't have your subordinates giving you the cold shoulder!

>Try and find your way to the bridge: at least there, you'll be on familiar ground.

>Try and find your way to your quarters: You could use some rest, and there are some personal effects that you should move in.

>Look around for an officer: Maybe they will be more willing to talk.

>Blow this for a game of soldiers: try to get off of your ship

>Write-In

>>1092439
>>Blow this for a game of soldiers: try to get off of your ship

>>1092439
>Look around for an officer: Maybe they will be more willing to talk.

>>1092439
>>Try and chase down the next group of crewmen you see: you won't have your subordinates giving you the cold shoulder!
But do it politely. They're probably just not used to seeing the Lord-Captain wandering around down here.

>>1092439
>Blow this for a game of soldiers: try to get off of your ship


>tfw die on the ship.

>>1092450

The reason I went with the tracking down an officer rather than chasing down crewmen is because we might not yet know some cultural implications or rules they might have, wouldn't want to put our foot in our mouth with them right off the bat

>>1092439
>>Try and find your way to your quarters: You could use some rest, and there are some personal effects that you should move in.

>>1092472
Ah, fair enough. In that case, I'll change mine to:
>Look around for an officer.

>>1092439
Try and chase the next group

ok I'll change to look for officer to get this moving

>>1092641
>>1092476
>>1092449
You decide to put some serious, concerted effort towards finding an officer aboard this rat's-maze of a ship:

>Roll 1d100: best (lowest) of first three rolls decides.

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>1092658

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>1092658

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>1092658
Bless me tz-i mean emprah

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>1092658

>>1092667
You shouldn't have called on the Changer of Ways.

>>1092663
Intelligence (+0) roll: 27

After 15 or so minutes of fumbling about the ship, you manage to find a vox-nook tucked down a side passage. You get on the line:

"This is Lord-Captain Alexander Pallas calling all officers onboard. Does anyone read me? Repeat, this is Lord-Captain Alexander-"

You hear an agri-worlder's draw echo up through the vox-channel. "Ah read ya loud an' clear, Lord-Captain! This is Billy Higgs, Vox-Master! First of all, Ah'd like ta thank ya fer appointin' me Vox-Master for this here beaut of a vessel, and ah would like to reassure ya that ah will NOT falter in mah Empra-Givin duty, sah!"

>Respond (Write-In)

>>1092703
"That's good to hear, Mr. Higgs. Could you send someone to show me around, please? I'm not exactly familiar with this ship's layout."

>>1092703
>Respond (Write-In)

Good man. Now tell me where are my officers and how ready is this ship for voyage?

>>1092703
>Respond (Write-In)

"Stellar Mr. Higgs I look forward to meeting you in person. Send an aide familiar with the ship to my position, the maze is as effective as I had hoped."

>>1092727
backing this

>>1092727
Voting for least autistic answer.

>>1092727
>>1092744
>>1092772

"Stellar, Mr. Higgs. I look forward to meeting you in person. Could you send a guide of some sort to my position? The maze is every bit as effective as I had hoped."

"Unnerstood, Lord! Ah'll send dahn one'a the updecks crew rahght away!"

The vox-line clicks off. Ten minutes or so later, a well-dressed crewman with a set of four ritual scars on his forehead comes up the passage. He kneels before you and lowers his head.

"How may this lowly one serve My Lord?"

>Take me to my quarters

>Take me to the bridge

>Show me the vital areas of the ship

>Ask him a question (what?)

>Write-In

>>1092780
>other
Pull out our cock and force him to service us.

>>1092780
>>Show me the vital areas of the ship

>>Ask him a question (what?)
Ask him about the different clans aboard. Things like customs, traditions, important stuff like that.

>>1092796
Save that kind of thing for the Infernus Master.

>>1092780
>Take me to the bridge

>>1092796
Slaneesh? This early? HERESY

>>1092780
>Take me to the bridge

>>1092780
>Mr. Higgs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5qqfsQGYus

>>Show me the vital areas of the ship
Get the feel of how she operates, and them what operate her.

>>1092810
This

>>1092810
supporting, ask his name naturally, maybe flick him some form of useful currency as a tip. First impressions and all that.

>>1092896

No tip. Hes not a hired man, hes a member of our crew and we are his master.

Id do away with bowing and "unworthy one" and that crap. Our relationship is that of a liege lord and a man at arms. He should have pride, but hold our authority as not to be challenged.

We may need to change the ways of this ship some...

>>1092921
>Id do away with bowing and "unworthy one" and that crap
And spit on the traditions of the crew? The one that's extremely clannish and insular, because that's what we chose in chargen?

>>1092921

I think it'll be something that we just have to deal with, though maybe as time goes on it'll slowly change as they get used to it and maybe see us participate in some action

>>1092810
This.

>>1092921
>Id do away with bowing and "unworthy one" and that crap.

Disagree. Remember that the crew are not going to be acting this way simply because it was dictated for them to do so, they are their own distinct culture that has been living on this ship for many generations and as such it would cause all manner of trouble to come in and start telling them to treat us differently than their culture requires of them.

Obedience is obedience, if that's how they show it then that's just fine.

Also, we're not a nice guy from a long line of gallant heroes, so it's rather fitting.

>>1092921
Ok fair enough, but we'll keep the old traditions going for now. Don't rock the boat before we even leave dock.

>>1092820
>>1092810
>>1092864
>>1092896
>>1092939
"Show me the vital areas of the ship, Mr?..."

The servant looks briefly taken aback.

"This one's name is Aldrakus, My Lord. Please, if you will kindly follow me."

The servant leads you the hall, around a corner, and to a patch of wall that, to your eyes, looks no different from any of the other patches of dingy brasswork that dominate this hallway. The servant pulls on an Aquila embedded into the wall, and a hidden door swings open on greased hinges, revealing an elevator. You get in, and the elevator begins to descend.

"You are heading towards the Engineering decks, My Lord. The sacred Motive Drive and Warp Engine rest here, in the hands of the blessed Machine Priests. Normally, none but their kind and the initiated among the Ra'tyn are allowed within the Great Chamber, but My Lord can go wherever he wishes aboard his ship."

"Ah, very good... I must ask, Mr. Aldrakus, the crew seemed to be avoiding me earlier. Is there a reason for this?"

"Ah... the Ra'tyn are of the belief that to gaze directly upon My Lord, or to spend too much time in his presence unbidden, will anger the ship-geists. That they may suffer misfortune because of it."
You feel the elevator come to a stop.
"If My Lord wishes, we may enter the Great Chamber now."

>I feel no need to interfere with the tech-priests: on to the next stop!

>Yes, let us.

>Before we do so, I have a few questions (write-in)

>>1092973
>Yes, let us

>>1092973
>>Yes, let us.

>>1092973
>Yes, let us.

>>1092973
Yes

>>1092973
>Yes, let us.

>>1092973
>>Yes, let us.

>>1092973
>>Yes, let us.

>>1092984
>>1092988
>>1092994
>>1092999
>>1093010
>>1093012

"As My Lord commands."

The elevator doors swing open. The stink of discharged plasma, consecrated oil, burning metal, and steam letoff, combined with the deafening roar of the plasma furnaces, the squeal or tortured metal, the hiss of pistons, and a thousand other noises to leave you weak and spinning. Aldrakus must shout to be heard over the din.

"This one apologizes for the noise, My Lord! The last stages of the re-fitting are still underway!"

A squadron of servitors clanks on by, led by a tech-priest bearing a censer on a pole. A group of priests nearby break out into a chant in Binaric Cant:

"01000111 01101100 01101111 01110010 01111001 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01100001 01101100 01101100 00101101 01110011 01100001 01110110 01101001 01101111 01110010 00101110"

Somewhere in the distance, you hear an organ start blaring as an evening service starts.

>Enough of this racket! Take me away from this! How can the tech-priests stand this?

>Guide me to the Drivemaster! And fetch me a set of earplug!

>Tell these cog-worshipers to stop this racket before I go deaf!

>>1093052
>>Guide me to the Drivemaster! And fetch me a set of earplug!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFSm9vfwtNw

>>1093052
>Guide me to the Drivemaster! And fetch me a set of earplug!

>>1093052
>>Guide me to the Drivemaster! And fetch me a set of earplug!

>>1093052
>Guide me to the Drivemaster! And fetch me a set of earplug!
Lets not offend out Cogboys just yet.

>>1093052
>Guide me to the Drivemaster! And fetch me a set of earplug!

Nothing quite like the noise of industry

>>1093052
Guide

Phone voting is suffering

>>1093052
>Guide me to the Drivemaster! And fetch me a set of earplug!

Hi.
Just popping in to say that Rogue Trader is my least favourite wh40k.
Too much fudging of the rules for the sake of "story".

>>1093064
>>1093066
>>1093072
>>1093073
>>1093077
>>1093083
>>1093090

Aldrakus produces a handkerchief from his pockets and tears it up before offering it to you.

"This one apologizes, but this is the best this one can offer to My Lord at this time! If My lord will follow this one, the Drivemaster should be this way!"

You are guided through the crowded hubbub of the "Great Chamber" and towards a raised plinth covered with hololiths and key-boards. The hunched form of an enginseer looms over the central display, his servo-arms twitching and clicking. Aldrakus sprints slightly ahead of you.

"Drivemaster! Your Lord-Captain!"

The enginseer jerks upright and spins around, revealing a bristling mass of lenses surrounding a vox-box.
"+++NO. YOU CANNOT BE HERE NOW. I AM QUITE BUSY OVERSEEING THE FINAL RITE OF PURIFICATION AND JOINING. I HAVE NO TIME TO SPEAK TO YOU, AND YOUR PRESENCE UNSETTLES THE MACHINE-SPIRITS. RETURN LATER.+++"

>How dare you speak to me like that? I am your Lord-Captain!

>I am certain the machine-spirits can deal with my presence for a few minutes. Are you settling in well, Drivemaster Cryptke?

>Very well, very well, I shall be going.

>>1093140

"Understood, I'll not step in the way religious matters, report to me once the final rituals are complete Drivemaster."

>>1093140
>>Very well, very well, I shall be going.

They would know their business better than we would.

>>1093140
>I came to thank the Machine Spirits for the task of protecting and guiding us on our travel, But if you wish I shall return later.

>>1093140
>I am certain the machine-spirits can deal with my presence for a few minutes. Are you settling in well, Drivemaster Cryptke?

A quick chat then we go, don't want our Cogboy to resent us

>>1093149
This.

>>1093140
>Very well, very well, I shall be going.

>>1093143

Second this.

>>1093149
support

>>1093169
>>1093149
>>1093173
>>1093148
>>1093143
>>1093185
>>1093192

"I came to thank the Machine-Spirits for the task of protecting and guiding us on our travel, but I will not interfere in religious matters. Report to me when the final rituals are complete."

"+++ACKNOWLEDGED, LORD-CAPTAIN.+++"

The priest spins around (or possibly wheels around: his robe conceals enough of his lower half that you cannot determine if he HAS a lower half) and returns to examining the hololiths, chanting, and occasionally droning an order to a tech-priest clambering on the immense bulk of the plasma drive. Aldrakus guides you away, towards another elevator.

The calamitous roar of the Engineering deck falls away as the door closes. You pull out the wadded-up handkerchief scraps from your ears.

"You are now on your way up to the storage decks, My Lord. From there, we shall proceed to the landing bay. The Grand Owl clan are your pilots, although Wirlboun occasionally serve as well. Many of the Ra'tyn are fearful of them, but My Lord has nothing to worry about in regards to them. This one was once of the Grand Owl, until I was chosen."

>The tone in Aldrakus's voice when he says "chosen" sounds rapturous, almost like he was speaking of a religious experience.

>Chosen?

>Who are the other clans of this ship?

>What are the Grand Owls like?

>You keep using these words, "Ra'tyn" and "Wirlboun". What do they mean?

>You mentioned ship-geists earlier: what are they?

>Ask a different question (write-in)

>Remain silent during the ride up

>>1093217
>Who are the other clans of this ship?
>What are the Grand Owls like?
>You keep using these words, "Ra'tyn" and "Wirlboun". What do they mean?
>Chosen?

We should wait on the ship-geists until later preferably when we talk to Father Walpurgis, he's probably heard the most about them

>>1093217
>>Chosen?
>>Who are the other clans of this ship?
>>What are the Grand Owls like?

>>1093217
>>Chosen?
>>Who are the other clans of this ship?
>>What are the Grand Owls like?
>>You keep using these words, "Ra'tyn" and "Wirlboun". What do they mean?
>>You mentioned ship-geists earlier: what are they?

>>1093217
>Who are the other clans of this ship?
>You mentioned ship-geists earlier: what are they?

>>1093242
>>1093245
>>1093258
"Chosen?"

"Yes, My Lord. I was chosen to join the Gilded Ones, who serve as My Lord's personal staff by My previous Lord, may his spirit find safe harbor. Only eighty other Grand Owls have ever had such an honor given to them in a hundred centuries!"

"What are your... former people, the Grand Owls, like?"

"We fight swift and silent, My Lord. Of all the Ra'tyn, only we are given the right to pilot the small-craft! Without us, only the great Thunder-Road would join Absolution to the Outside with safety!"

"You use these words, 'Ra'tyn' and 'Wirlboun'. What do you mean by them? They aren't part of the Lexicon Imperialis, or of any of the Void Cant I know."

Aldrakus inhales slightly and clicks his tongue before responding. "They are our words... we who are born in Absolution, we are 'Ra'tyn'. Those who are brought on, they are 'Wirlboun'... or if you are crude, 'roast-skin'. Not that this one would ever use such foul language normally!"

"Ah... who are the other clans?"

"... My Lord asks a difficult question..."

It emerges that there are, in fact, several hundred clans in all aboard the ship, ranging from second-generation Ra'tyn families with less than a dozen members to vast, sprawling tribes of over 5,000. There are, however, 12 'Grand Clans' who, traditionally, act as a governing council for internal politics and who act as an intermediary between the clans and the officer ranks, and who tribute their members to the ship's arms-men:

>Grand Owls: Oversees the use of small voidcraft. Led by Lainus Roaring-Dragon.

>White Spirals: augur maintenance-men. Led by "Snake-Runner", the ship's former Helmsman.

>Black Noose: Disciplinary corps. Known for executing traitorous crewmen by hanging them with excess cables from walkways or mezzanines and letting them hang for several days as a warning to others. Led by a triumvirate of nameless elders called "the Hooded Ones".

>Iron Wheels: They serve as the indentured servants of the Adeptus Mechanicus onboard. Members often indulge in the use of poor-quality cybernetic augmentations. Have no formal leadership due to their indentured status, but elect a "speaker" to serve on the council.

> The Striders: A nomadic clan whose members constantly patrol every inch of the ship for maintenance issues and report any issues found to the appropriate authorities. Every member has a micro-bead on them at all times. Known for sleeping in unoccupied chambers when the need for sleep overtakes them.

>The Gilded Ones: The smallest of the clans, who serve as the personal retainers, staff, and bodyguards of the Lord-Captain. They make up for losses in numbers by recruiting from the other clans: a privilege reserved only for them. They claim the Lord-Captain as their leader, entitling him the right to sit in and vote on Clan issues.

>The Green: Keepers of the Gardens and Arboretums. Led by a wise woman known as Granny Sura.

(cont.)

>>1093436
>Storm Kings: masters of the ship's gunnery. Tend to remain uninvolved in the affairs of the other clans.

>Gleaming Harvest: Reviled by the other clans, they work under the Purser to distribute pay and collect tithes from the Ra'tyn. They usually have a member of the clan occupy the position of Purser.

>The Brethren of Tael: The largest clan at over 8,000 members. They do menial labor, and dwell throughout the ship. All claim descent from a hero-figure named Tael, supposedly a member of the first crew. Led by Adam Tael CLXXIX, who rules over his clan like a miniature Captain.

>The Night-Clad: A clan that claims the entirety of the bilges as their domain. Suspected by most to knowingly harbor the most revolting of mutants among their ranks. Led by Pale Savid.

>The Flame: The newest member of the Council, this Clan is devoutly beholden to the Imperial Creed. They consider Father Walpurgis their leader, despite his Wirlboun status. Led by "Blazing-Eagle".

Aldrakus finishes his speech as the elevator finally stops.

"The Aerie of the Grand Owls is beyond. If My Lord wishes?..."

>I don't have the time: just take me to the bridge.

>I do. Take me to see this Lainus Roaring-Dragon.

>Write-In

>>1093499
>>I do. Take me to see this Lainus Roaring-Dragon.

>>1093499
>>I do. Take me to see this Lainus Roaring-Dragon.

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>>1093499
>>I do. Take me to see this Lainus Roaring-Dragon.
This is gonna be like Fury Road, but with starfighters, isn't it?

>>1093499
>I do. Take me to see this Lainus Roaring-Dragon.

>>1093499
>I do. Take me to see this Lainus Roaring-Dragon.

>>1093513
I think it would be mighty fitting if our landing parties made use of technicals

>>1093538
Can't forget the explosive javelins

>>1093574
Well, hunting lances are a thing

>>1093508
>>1093510
>>1093513
>>1093528
>>1093537
After the sonic warzone that was the Engineering deck, the Aerie seems virtually silent by comparison. Crew clamber over, under, and around the ships in the converted cargo hold, tightening screws, hammering extra armor plates into place, talking with each other over recaf dispensers moved into the middle of the open space, and doing systems checks. The ceiling is covered with a rickety arrangement of catwalks, hammocks, suspended sheds, and rope ladders. All of the adult crew you see have the same forehead scars as Aldrakus: a clan identifier, you suppose.

As you walk through the quarters, a hush begins to fall over the room. Crew abandon what they were doing to gather around, staring at you (only to avert their gaze when you look at them). A mixture of awe and fear is spelled out on their faces.

"The Lord-Captain is here to speak with Lainus Roaring-Dragon, nothing more! You have nothing to fear from him!" Aldrakus declares from his position at your side. You see a group of men split away from the crowd and begin scrambling up the ladders, heading towards the largest shed in the ceiling shantytown.

As you wait for them to return, a small girl, no more than six at most darts out from the crowd and runs towards you, hand outstretched. You see Aldrakus reach into his coat and put his hand on a laspistol.

>Do nothing

>For the Emperor's sake, Aldrakus, don't kill her! She's a child!

>Hold your fire, Aldrakus. What harm can a child do?

>Fire a warning shot only. Any harm you cause one of my crew unjustly I will visit back on you a hundredfold.

>Write-In

>>1093637
Any chance we can get some Death Riders from Kreig?

>>1093675
>>For the Emperor's sake, Aldrakus, don't kill her! She's a child!

>>1093675
>kill the kid yourself with your gun.

>>1093675
>For the Emperor's sake, Aldrakus, don't kill her! She's a child!

And mix in some
>Any harm you cause one of my crew unjustly I will visit back on you a hundredfold.

>>1093675

>Write-In

Hold your fire, Aldrakus. She's one of my crew and I have faith in my crew.

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>>1093675
>Write-In
"Hold your fire, Aldrakus. One must be cautious not to let instinct override good decision-making."
She could have a grenade, if she's sent by mutineers, or explode into a daemon if she's an unsanctioned psyker.

>>1093675
>>Hold your fire, Aldrakus. What harm can a child do?

>>1093680
Well, why not just have some of our men on bikes?

>>1093675
>>Hold your fire, Aldrakus. What harm can a child do?

>>1093723
>>1093733
>>1093717
"Hold your fire, Aldrakus. One must be cautious not to let instinct override good decision-making. And besides, what harm can a child do?"

Aldrakus stops, but keeps his hand on his laspistol. The child touches the hem of your robe. Looking more closely, you can see that she has fine red blisters on her skin- a sign of some kind of sickness.

"Please, Mister Captain. Talk to the Emperer and tell Him that I luv him verry much and could he please make me better?"

A woman breaks free of the crowd and pulls the child back, her face a picture of naked fury. She briefly looks up at you, and her features shift to a mask of fear.

"Please, My Lord-Captain, forgive my daughter. She is still young, and does not know her place. I will see to it that she is reprimanded for this outburst- just show leniency."

Aldrakus whispers in your ear: "My Lord, the traditional punishment for a Ra'tyn not of the Gilded Ones who lays hands on the Lord-Captain unbidden is to be branded with the Mark of Shunning and banished to the bilge-decks. That girl may have been a child, but if you show her leniency, what next? Perhaps, then, a child just shy of the age of adulthood shall think they can lay hands on you without punishment. And then, a newly-made adult. Soon, none of the Ra'tyn shall respect and fear you."

>Decide the child's fate (first three votes in agreement decide)

Example punishments ranked by severity (by no means comprehensive):

>Shall go without Rations for X days

>Shall serve in the waste-disposal crews for X days

>Thrashing

>Public Thrashing

>Public Thrashing of offender and kin

>Branding and Banishment

>Branding and Banishment of offender and kin

>Public Execution

>Public Execution of offender and kin

>>1093835
>Order her to come with us
>Take her to the medical/doctors to find out wtf is spreading on our ship and then clean/help the doctors for like 3 weeks. Make it seem like she died and then return her unharmed but better.

What fucking captain does not take care of his crew?

>>1093835
>Shall go without Rations for 3 days
>Public Lashing of 5 lashes
>To be sent to the medicae afterwards
Discipline must be maintained, and no one is above the law.
This is what's expected of us, and what is best for maintaining the morale of the crew.
There must be punishment, no matter the age of the offender.

>>1093835
>Order her to come with us
>>Take her to the medical/doctors to find out wtf is spreading on our ship and then clean/help the doctors for like 3 weeks. Make it seem like she died and then return her unharmed but better.
>>1093843
most of them. its the 40k no one gives a fuck about people

>>1093835
>>1093843
This. Not only is it the right thing to do, but it'll make us seem almost saint-like in the eyes of the Grand Owls. And we'll be able to learn what the sickness is and how to combat it.

>>1093853
I know but sickness and shit like that is something that can kill a ship. We may need a new clan of medical doctors who roam, curing people.

>>1093854
>make us seem almost saint-like in the eyes of the Grand Owls
A crew member from that society is telling us that such leniency would not be looked well upon, though.

>>1093843
Disease spreading among the crew is certainly something that needs to be addressed.

But at the same time some mild form of punishment should be applied for appearances sake.

I'd say rations, but while she's off rations sent to the medicae.

>>1093862
Once we know what she has. After all she needs to survive. Plus she came too us to get the emperor to help her.


FUCKING HEART WHY.

>>1093853
>its the 40k no one gives a fuck about people
Is it taken to a ridiculous extreme? Yes.
But being hard is necessary in a setting where the Warp and uncontrolled psychic powers are a real threat, and magic Nurgle plagues are things that actually happen.

>>1093835
I would say that if punishment must be met out then a Public Thrashing would be the option. Then carry her to the Medicae ourselves.

Personally I'm with >>1093843 in that I don't think we personally see it as big a deal as these people though, but if punishment does go through that is my vote.

>>1093835

"Know this child, The Emperor hears all prayers and loves all his subjects."

>She is sent to the medicae, her and her immediate family shall be banished to work for the medicae for the duration of their family line but no mark of shunning

Severe but not cruel per say, they are separated from their clan which I would imagine is punishment enough for these insular folks

>>1093866

As well, can be questioned why the issue of sickness aboard our vessel not being tended to already?

>>1093879
This is good

>>1093843
>>1093853
>>1093876
You take a knee and lower you face to the level of the child.

"Know this, my child. The Emperor loves all of his subjects and answers the prayers of all the worthy."

You gesture to the mother. "Take your child and come with me to the medicae. The rest of you! Tell Lainus Roaring-Dragon that his Lord-Captain came to see him, but that other matters arose that forced him to leave. I shall see him at the next meeting of the Clan-Council, perhaps."

All present look shocked by your declaration, Aldrakus included. The mother, with eyes of silent gratitude, follows you as you stride back towards the elevators.

"This one does not wish to contradict My Lord, but... are you certain of this? Such a display of leniency has not been seen since the command of Lord-Captain Albert the Bleeding-Hearted, seven centuries ago. Some among the clans may see such mercy as a sign of weakness."

>Then we shall have to make sure that any who make that mistake are corrected.

>I did not ask for your opinion, Aldrakus. Take us to the medicae chamber.

>write-in response

>>1093936
>>Then we shall have to make sure that any who make that mistake are corrected.
Mercy for the good, destruction for the wicked.

>>1093936
>write-in response
"Do not mistake mercy for weakness, for it is as foolish to assume that cruelty is strength. I will not be following in the footsteps of Lord-Captain Albert, and those that test my mercy and patience shall be lashed to the keel as we enter the Warp."

>>1093936
>>Then we shall have to make sure that any who make that mistake are corrected.

Poor form not even having some symbolic punishment given out, but ensuring that disease does not take hold on ship is pretty important. Also to consider is those punished for seeking the help of the god emperor turn to chaos in their sickness.

>>1093936
>>Then we shall have to make sure that any who make that mistake are corrected.

>>1093936

>Then we shall have to make sure that any who make that mistake are corrected.

>Make it clear that its more about the disease we've not seen then anything else. Their punishment will be fully known once we are at the medical center.

>>1093955
Definitely add this to my vote.

>>1093990
>>1093936
I'mm add this part too >>1093955

>>1093950
>>1093966
>>1093972
"Do not mistake mercy for weakness, for it is as foolish to assume that cruelty is strength. I will not be following in the footsteps of Lord-Captain Albert, and those that test my mercy and patience shall be lashed to the keel as we enter the Warp. Now, take us to the medicae chamber."

Aldrakus leads you on through the labyrinth of the ship's interior to a large, brightly-lit chamber that stinks of disinfectant. Medicae-servitors shuffle between beds and stations, suturing, injecting, and engaging in the most rote elements of the medicae's art. Genetor Sarcan, the ship's chirugeon, sits on a throne at one end of the chamber, overseeing his servitor's work with his six lenses and occasionally barking out an order with his intact mouth. A smirk darts across his face as he registers your approach, then vanishes.

"Ah, the new Lord-Captain. I am glad you've managed to find your way SOMEWHERE. To what do I owe this incomparable pleasure?"

"I have a patient for you."

You gesture the mother to bring the girl forward.

"Ahh... let us see here..."

The chirugeon suddenly darts forward and begins prodding at the girl with his delicate fingers, completely ignoring her cries as he jabs at her blisters.

"Ah... yes, yes... hmmm..."

He rises up and turns away.

"Nurgle's Rot. We'll have to incinerate her and quarantine everyone she's been in contact with for a month."

>You can't be serious!

>By the Emperor!

>Write-In

>>1094033
>>By the Emperor!

>>1093936
>>Then we shall have to make sure that any who make that mistake are corrected.

>>1094033
>"Is there no treatment? None whatsoever?"

>>1094033
>>By the Emperor!
how has this been alowed to happen for so long?

>>1094033
>Frown and pat her head gently.
>It seems child the emperor calls to you and you're family earlier then you would expect, You are clearly meant for greater things by his side as is you're family.

>Turn, walk off and let them purge everything/one and also get us checked for it?

>>1093936

>"Hear me now carefully, Aldrakus. The law is the law, and it has been broken, but it is the duty of a Captain to balance justice with mercy. This child did not touch me in violence, nor in disrespect, but she called upon me as her Captain. Had she been either, there would have been no mercy, and the full weight of the law would have been on her, child or not! If I had been wounded in battle and fallen in a burning corridor, though, would it have not been her duty to lay hands on me then and drag me to safety? It would have, and perhaps someday she still may.

She laid hands on me now. But she was ill, and as Captain, I am minded to see that my crew is cared for, free from sickness and hunger. Let the others speak of this as they wish, but i received my rating in the Security crews! You would do them a service to inform them that I know well the difference between weakness and mercy."

>>1094033

>"Well, shit. Is there no treatment?"

If so

>"Prepare plans to dispatch teams into the different clan holdings. With quick action this may be arrested."

If not

>"Sorry, sweetheart."

>>1094033
>By the Emperor!
>Write-in: Make sure that we are checked for it as well. She touched us, and we could be infected. And is there any way that the Rot could have gotten off the ship and onto the station?

>>1094037
>>1094049
"By the Emperor!"

"Yes. It is an especially unusual case of Nurgle's Rot because, you see, it exhibits none of the symptoms of Nurgle's Rot. In fact, it appears to be nothing more than a mild case of ion poisoning caused by a small child playing near the exhaust pipe of a fighter that was suffering a containment field malfunction. This is because that is what it is."

The genetor motions for a nearby servitor, which shuffles over with a syringe.

He picks it up and turns towards the child.

"This will hurt, but it will hurt less than NOT getting it."

He administers the injection with a steady hand, keeping the arm in a vise-like grip while the girl struggles and screams.

"There. I will need to keep the girl under observation for the next forty-eight hours to ensure no negative health-effects. I would also like to request permission to test the latest batch of vaccinations I have ready on her."

>... Get off of my ship, you demented toaster-fucker.

>Permission denied, and the next time you joke with me like that again I will have you hung.

>Permission granted. Aldrakus, take me to the bridge.

>write-in

Optional: decide the child's legal fate.

>>1094087

>Permission granted. Aldrakus, take me to the bridge.
>Kill him

>>1094087
>>Permission granted. Aldrakus, take me to the bridge.

>being a guinea pig will be punishment enough.

>>1094087
>>... Get off of my ship, you demented toaster-fucker.
Give him thirty seconds to start running.

>>1094087
>>Permission granted. Aldrakus, take me to the bridge.
>>write-in
We will see to her heal as she requested, however she also broke the law and thus will be punished (the tests), ensue the word gets out. The Law can't be escaped. Ask for help and you MAY receive, but nothing comes at no cost.

>>1094087
>write-in
"Ah. Your wit was mentioned in your personnel file. You may keep your wit and perform your experiments, Chief Chirugeon, but I will hold you to a standard that allows such "levity" to go unpunished."

>child's legal fate
She and her family are to serve the medicae for a period of three weeks, the child will endure an additional month of safety educational sessions from the AdMech, and she is to be the guinea pig for the experimental vaccines.
This will be entered as administrative punishment.

>>1094087
>Permission denied, and the next time you joke with me like that again I will have you hung
>Send the child to containment with specific orders under a different chirugeon and a guardsman Sargent
>question him about these "new vaccinations"

>>1094087

>"My thanks, Magos. No testing on the child, but should any crewman prove ill-disciplined you will have your subjects yet."

And

>let the child return with her mother. Direct the Magos to prepare plans to ensure public health

And

>To the bridge Aldrakis!

>>1094110

Never mind, changing to this, with the provision that the child lives.

>>1094087
>Permission granted. Aldrakus, take me to the bridge
The tests will be her atonement. Tell the girl she must a brave, the Emperor loves those who show strength

>>1094087

I like the Magos's wit, and I think he should be the only one allowed to give us shit. Hes high-ranking (being a Magos), of the AdMech, and barely naval personnel at all. If anyone should be allowed to, it should be him.

I hereby dub him "Gears" in honor of "Bones" McCoy.

Hey, what if the magos was also joking about the vaccinations?

>>1094125

Sorry, we don't know his rank yet. May not be Magos.

>>1094087
>Permission granted. Aldrakus, take me to the bridge.
>write-in
However for safeties sake we must not discard your first assessment, nobody can leave the medicae for a month, and to reduce the odds of it spreading you will all be on half rations.

>>1094120
>>1094110
>>1094118
>>1094108
>>1094105

"Ah. Your wit was mentioned in your personnel file. You may keep your wit and perform your experiments, Chief Chirugeon, but I will hold you to a standard that allows such "levity" to go unpunished."

You turn to Aldrakus. "Let it be known that the girl and her family shall serve in the medicae chamber as Genetor Sarcan sees fit, with the rider that he may not intentionally kill them or convert them into servitors, for a period of three weeks, in addition to her status as an experimental subject. In addition, the girl shall attend a safety lecture from the Mechanicus aboard the ship every day for the month afterwards, focusing on safety around fighter craft. Other than this, no harm shall come to them. Let the news that this is how I handed this situation be distributed among the crew."

"As you wish, My Lord."

You kneel down and speak to the child again. "Child, things may be fearful and painful for you soon, but know that the Emperor loves those who show strength and courage, and that in your time of suffering, you are joined by the blessed martyrs."

You pick yourself up and speak to your guide again.
"Now, take me to the bridge. I do not care to see what happens next."

The bridge is a proud, open space built in a hidden, sheltered position along the vessel's back, with its entrance to the ship proper guarded by a half-dozen Gilded Ones armed with hellguns. It is arranged in three ascending tiers: the bottom tier occupied by various specialists, the middle by the helmsman and the senior officer seats, and the topmost by your chair, the First Officer's seat, and the chambers of the Choir-Master Telepathica and Warp Guide. The bridge is currently sparsely occupied: a man dressed in the plain grey robe of the Astropaths sits at the telepath's position. A tech-priest of some kind stands in front of the helm, examining the controls. A man in Navy dress uniform appears to be piling various metal shards and figurines from their seat on the Etherics console into a rubbish bin. And, seated at the right-hand of the captain's chair, a pale-faced, dull-looking man appears to be reading a book, delicately licking a finger every time he turns a page.

>talk to the astropath

>Talk to the navy man

>Talk to the tech-priest

>Talk to the First Officer

>take your seat in the captain's chair

>Write-In

>>1094275
>>Talk to the First Officer
Let's get a feel for this guy, see if he's worth being concerned about.

>>1094275

>Talk to the First Officer

>>1094275
>Talk to the First Officer

>>1094275
>>take your seat in the captain's chair

lets find out the brown nosers

>>1094308
good idea, supporting

>>1094308

I second that

>>1094287
>>1094292
>>1094295
You approach Casmirre von Golgoth, your First Officer. The profile you received from the Master of Whispers was sparse on details: All you know is that he is apparently a "veteran" who took a job as a First Officer as a "retirement package", he is a cousin to the Pallas's and legitimate nobility, and that he declined to take the Captain's chair after your predecessor's death due to a self-proclaimed "lack of charisma". Other than that, his profile is essentially blank: no specifics on his military background, his family, his homeworld, or his date of birth. The lack of details on all of these were explained as "Administratum oversight".

As you approach, von Golgoth closes his book and looks up.

"Ah, Captain. I was wondering when you would arrive. You can go now, Aldrakus."

Aldrakus leaves, heading toward a door in the back.

"I apologize for not receiving you personally, but I had other business to attend to. I assume you have a general feel for how things operate aboard the Absolution by now?"

His tone of address is professional, yet informal at the same time: the voice of a man speaking to his equal, as opposed to the deferential bowing and scraping you've been receiving elsewhere on the ship.

>What business did you have that was more important than your Lord-Captain?

>Yes, I have. Do you have any leads on gainful employ for us?

>Write-In

>>1094382
>Yes, I have. Do you have any leads on gainful employ for us?

>>1094382
>>Yes, I have. Do you have any leads on gainful employ for us?
Don't want to come across as overly confrontational just yet. Talking about work is a good way to gauge his skills.

>>1094382
>>Yes, I have. Do you have any leads on gainful employ for us?

mind you, lets not take immediately, may as well go out and about and see what all is around

>>1094382

Oh, shit. We may have accidentally gotten a useless asshole who just wanted a job with no real work and decent pay. Call him a "veteran" (2nd LT in the PDF, maybe?) and make him our exec.

We need to find out QUICK if this guy actually organizes and runs shit, or if he's the naval version of Caiphas Cain, minus the heroism.

>>1094382
>Yes, I have. Do you have any leads on gainful employ for us?

I like us being professional with the command and away teams, the traditions and airs are appropriate for the lower classes but this encourages smooth running so long as they obey orders. Should be a problem at all with the first mate

>>1094382
>Yes, I have. Do you have any leads on gainful employ for us?
Remember that not only is he a fellow noble, and would have been our equal if he had accepted the Warrant, but his record is odd enough that he may be either an Assassinorum plant or just that good of a noble.

>>1094392
We already went over this, and the conclusion was that this man is too competent for his position and therefore he should be watched with wariness.

>>1094396

*shouldn't, damn phone posting

>>1094387
>>1094389
>>1094391
>>1094396
>>1094397
"Yes, I believe I do. Do you have any leads on contracts for us?"

"If by 'contract' you mean our House's traditional line of business, no. The usual fleets of traitorous raiders seem to have departed the charted areas of this segmentum for some reason, which is good news for the Imperium but bad news for mercenary work. However, we do have a wonderful resource that we can work in this segmentum: the Veiled Regions. Millions of stars that have never been explored, even during the Great Crusade. One of the last wild places in the galaxy."

>And this has to do with us how?...

>Ripe for the picking...

>Unexplored places tend to remain unexplored for a reason. What's the catch?

>No, I am not sailing off the map. Not on my life.

>Write-in

>>1094438
>>Ripe for the picking...

>>1094438
>>Unexplored places tend to remain unexplored for a reason. What's the catch?
There's /always/ a catch.

>>1094438

>"Quite an opportunity. What are the known risks?"

>>1094438
>Unexplored places tend to remain unexplored for a reason. What's the catch?

>>1094438
>>Ripe for the picking...

>>1094456
Seconding.

Cautious optimism should be our bywords.

>>1094456

Seconding this

>>1094438
>Ripe for the picking...

Also backing

>>1094456

>>1094456
>>1094470
>>1094480
>>1094481

"Quite an opportunity. What are the known risks?"

"Besides the obvious risk of journeying into territory that is almost completely unmapped? Greenskins, I suppose. Several WAAAGH!s have come out of that area of space. There's also the fact that the area is dense with newborn stars and nebulae according to astromantic observations at a distance: many strange stellar phenomena are likely to be found within it. Segmentum Command is offering millions of Thrones for each reliable chart with strategic data encoded, and I am certain the Merchant's Guilds will have interest in opening up new markets. In the hands of a sagacious leader, the Veiled Regions could be VERY profitable..."

>Very profitable indeed. When is the soonest we can depart?

>Interesting...

>Write-In

And I'm getting off for tonight. See you all tomorrow.

>>1094484
>>Very profitable indeed. When is the soonest we can depart?

>>1094484
>Interesting...

>>1094484

>How long will it take to prepare for an expedition?

Also

>To exploit this properly, we'll want basing rights, resupply and holdings in the area, but I don't want to try to tame a virgin planet, at least not yet. We'll need a world defended enough to be there when we get back, and open enough for training camps and recruiting for the soldiers we'll need. Ill need you to help look into that.

Finally

>We're still starting small. Is there money to be made offering relief forces or garrisons for these frontier worlds in the area?

>>1094484
>>Interesting...

Sounds good, but I still say we should nose around and see if any other parties have anything for us, hopefully that goes with our journey into the unknown.

>>1094484
>>Interesting...
Maybe we should see if there are any other Imperial Institutions interested in entering that area of space. Priests seeking to spread the Gospel of Him on Earth or Adepts searching for ancient tech would be the most likely.

Instruct our first officer to contact the various Imperial Institutions to gauge interest and see if they have offers.

>>1094501
>This

>>1094501

I say we try to find a world in the area suitable for a base, defended enough we don't need to hang around, with a population suited for merc recruiting and economically connected enough for ready markets. We make cash from exploration and survey/plunder work at first, putting down secret bases/scavenger camps or conquering and looting as appropriate. We invest that into other ships and holdings on our base world, and try to turn it into the start of the pipeline to ship resources to more developed areas. With THAT cash, we build more merc forces (to give strategic options) and ideally...move into finance. With our mercs we could even do our own debt collection. Eventually we even become our own trading house. Our ships find a world, conquer it, put down a colony, ship resources back, and even lend money/provide forces for others to do the same.

>>1094484
>>Very profitable indeed. When is the soonest we can depart?

>>1094484

>Very profitable indeed. When is the soonest we can depart?

>>1094523
Probably shouldn't try establishing a base until we've got a bit more bite and have done a fair bit of exploring, so as to pick something worth having.

Not to say we shouldn't stake claims of course.

>>1094087
We should have insisted on following through with his first recommendation, just to be sure. And to tell him that his vigilance would be lauded to the crews so they would know who saved the ship.

Then told him it was just our little joke as well, and that we need to trust his expertise not have it rubbed in our face since it could have serious consequences for everyone.

>>1094523
Nah man. Our ship is way too vulnerable alone.

We should either get some support for doing a mini crusade and ganking a planet right away - we can't be the only mercs currently out of work - or find someone to work with in the cluster. Maybe find an old colonization attempt that got cut off.

>>1094761
>we can't be the only mercs currently out of work

Probably something worth looking into

>>1094484
>>Very profitable indeed. When is the soonest we can depart?

Let's get exploring, if anything we will get paid for the charts and if we find some orcs we can charge for their extermination.

if there is no work availible create opportunity I guess

>>1094761
supporting this, we should set up a contract with another mercenary company to support us in unexplored space

>>1094802
or buy them out/hostile takeover/put on retainer

Other mercs around more than likely don't have the financial backing of an ancient RT house, would be safe to say they're not going to be holding up near as well with the current situation. Can't go wrong with some extra manpower.

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>>1094806
>>1094802
>Not subjugating them

Outer Throne will rise in defense of the Inner

by the way, whats the name of our mercenary corp? is it just our house name, or something cool like "Silver Void-Slayers"

>>1094484
Supporting
>>1094761

>>1094809
You know what? Fun little side project: respond to this post with a name for the mercenary corps attached to your House and roll 1d10. First to roll 10 decides.

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>1094934
Void Demons

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>1094934
Argent Knife

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>1094934
>>1094946
I'll roll for that.

>>1094953
Not our lucky day,eh brotha?

>>1094934
Our house name is Pallas right? So I say something with Titans in it or Giant

Void Titans
Titans Fist
Sons of Atlas
World Bearers
TitanBourne

>>1094809

My votes...

>The Void Raptors
>The Fists of Pallas
>Pallas Imperium Solutions
>The Ten Thousand Company

>>1094963

On phone, won't let me roll. My favorite is Pallas Imperium Solutions. Can someone roll for me?

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>1094962
Oh, I like Void Titans. Voting for that.

>>1094967
Damn. Oh well...

Damn it. I wanted "The White Hand", to imply our members are so skilled, they'll never even get their hands dirty.

Better yet, that's our Assassinorium-inspired high-impact in-house wet-work group, and no, inquisitor, we don't hire them at all, especially not to unscrupulous nobles. Wait, you're asking for you? Here's our price sheet.

>>1094970

Void Demons is a better name for a fighter/air support group anyway.

>>1094761
>>1094770
>>1094802
>>1094837
"We're too vulnerable alone: we will need support from others to do this. How are the other mercenary groups in the segmentum faring?"

"Equally poorly, if not worse. Without their ordinary sources of income, some have been driven to engage in piratical activity, while others cling to their remaining contracts and dance on the verge of bankruptcy. Most wouldn't want to involve themselves in a high-risk endeavor such as exploring the Veiled Regions, but there are a number who might be motivated to do so..."

>Assemble a financial strategy to garner support (first three in agreement decide)

Some ideas you can incorporate into your financial strategy (by no means a comprehensive list)

>Offer amnesty to all ex-mercenary pirates under our Warrant of Trade in exchange for their service.

>Buy up all mercenary groups on the verge of bankruptcy

>Send ship representatives to bid on exclusive exploration contracts for a region of the Veiled Region at the Merchant's Guildhouse.

>Contact the Mechanicus for funding by promising them first picks at all archeotech recovered in your explorations.

>Gain Ecchlesiarchal support by arranging for the transport of the Missionaria Galaxia on your ship throughout your exploration.

>>1094761
Why are you guys talking about taking planets? do you know how rare an habitable one is? or how expensive a terraformation is9of if it's even possible)?

we should get the exploration contract for the charts money and decide if we find anything valuable once we get there, but let's not bring other people in on our exploration as that may cut our profits

>>1094990
>>Buy up all mercenary groups on the verge of bankruptcy

>>1094990
>Offer amnesty to all ex-mercenary pirates under our Warrant of Trade in exchange for their service.
>Send ship representatives to bid on exclusive exploration contracts for a region of the Veiled Region at the Merchant's Guildhouse.

>>1094990
>>Buy up all mercenary groups on the verge of bankruptcy

This, this way we ramain independent and don't owe nobody any favors

>>1094990
>Buy up all mercenary groups on the verge of bankruptcy
>Send ship representatives to bid on exclusive exploration contracts for a region of the Veiled Region at the Merchant's Guildhouse.

These seem good.

>>1094990
>Contact the Mechanicus for funding by promising them first picks at all archeotech recovered in your explorations.

>Send ship representatives to bid on exclusive exploration contracts for a region of the Veiled Region at the Merchant's Guildhouse.

>Buy up all mercenary groups on the verge of bankruptcy

>>1094990

>Buy up mercenary groups
>Look for other distressed assets, especially exploration data, remnants of previous failed expeditions or unemployed scouting assets. Give us a leg up at a discount.

>Seek extra funding via: profit sharing arrangements with trading houses (we settle, they transport and get a percentage), mechanicus/Naval exploration and survey contracts, missionary contracts.

Finally,

>Pimp out ours and the distressed merc groups on "retainer" contracts for border worlds. Short version is we are paid a maintenance amount and can use our forces as needed. However, our employers have the right to activate us in event of civil unrest, invasion, etc. One group can be employed by 5 worlds easily, only active on 1 at a time, or never in its full strength (normally this would be impractical but we have a ship to transport as needed).

Could we wait until the mercs actually go bankrupt but before they disband, and then snap them up for an even lower price?

>>1095002

Reminder that by voting only on this one i'm voting against the other too

>>1095013

This is viable, but I wouldn't want to do it for an established unit. Because we're hiring them as individuals at that point, we may get portions of the unit. We may get the enlisted men, but skilled officers may go elsewhere, affecting unit cohesion. At that point, we bear the cost of retraining to bring them back up to speed. Likewise, company assets (field hospitals, tanks, integrated transport) may not come with the men.

>>1095031

It would work great if we're just looking for experienced riflemen and want to put our own officers in charge. We'll still need to retrain and equip but we get the units we want, not the units we buy.

QM, what merc forces does our House have?

>>1094990
>Buy up all mercenary groups on the verge of bankruptcy
>Send ship representatives to bid on exclusive exploration contracts for a region of the Veiled Region at the Merchant's Guildhouse.
>Contact the Mechanicus for funding by promising them first picks at all archeotech recovered in your explorations.

>>1095036
Your HOUSE has over 8 million men under their arms: however, most of these men have been dispatched to various segmenta to compensate for holes in the regimental security net or reinforce active warzones (low-paying jobs, due to the fact that they are being done "for the glory of the Emperor"). If you somehow managed to mobilize every free mercenary under your House's banner to your position, you would be looking at around 200,000 men. The Absolution has about 10,000 men in its security forces.

>>1095046

We'll just buy up the mercenaries like we voted and those numbers will be up in a sec

>>1095046

Thanks QM. How are they organized? How many tank regiments, foot infantry, and so forth?

Also, given our teleportarium, we're going to need PROFORS ("protected force", i.e. boarding marines) troops for ship-to-ship actions. I think some sort of ship familiarity training should be mandatory for all our mercs, tho, but our ship needs a special unit. PROFORS troops get armored vacuum suits, and carry breaching equipment and nerve gas canisters. Nothing like a little Raid to take the starch out of an enemy crew.

>>1094998
>>1095002
>>1095003
>>1095008
>>1095043

"Very well, sir. It will likely take several weeks at the very least to get in contact with all the potential purchases: in the meantime, we shall settle the negotiations with the Merchant's Guilds and attempt to pique the Mechanicus's interest in our project."

>Roll 1d100 for the Merchant's Guild bidding: best of first three rolls decides.

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>1095080
Best as in highest or lowest?

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>1095080

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>1095080

>>1095084
Low if i remember

>>1095084
Lowest: RT is a roll-under system

Commerce test (-10): 13

"Good news, Captain: negotiations were quite successful, and we have acquired exclusive access rights of Proposed Sector-Bloc I-7: one hundred star systems near a major charted Warp-Route, all House property! And at a reasonable cost, too!"

>New Profit Factor: 30

>Roll 1d100 for Mechanicus funding: best of first three decides.

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>1095105

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>1095105

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>1095105

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>1095105
Rollin

>>1095112
>>1095114
Charm Test (+20): 54

"The Mechanicus are willing to offer us a... small amount of funding for now, but state that they are willing to renegotiate once they have a better idea of WHAT, exactly, they are paying for."

>New Profit Factor: 32

>You have some time before the results of your attempted buyouts come in.


>Look into ways to utilize the spare room in your ship

>Skip to buyout results

>Write-In

>>1095134
>Look into ways to utilize the spare room in your ship

>>1095134
>>Look into ways to utilize the spare room in your ship

>>1095134
>>Look into ways to utilize the spare room in your ship

>>1095134
>>Look into ways to utilize the spare room in your ship

>>1095137
>>1095138
>>1095140
>>1095144
"Mr. von Golgoth, get me in contact with this port's shipwrights: the briefing papers indicate that we have some decks aboard the ship that are going unutilized. I would have something done about that."

>Roll 1d100 to see what your current Profit Factor gives you access to: best of three.

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>1095282
Cash Money

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>1095282
ITS A CRIT FAIL.

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>1095282

>>1095303
Fucking hell lad

>>1095303
One more and we would find amerchant with arcanotech he.didn't identify and was selling as regular stuff

>>1095319
You mean a critfail.
This is a roll-under system. Low rolls are good, high rolls are bad.

>>1095290
"Here are the initial estimates for ship overhauls, Captain."

"This... this is daylight robbery! Absurd! Completely, utterly absurd! Five hundred million Thrones for the installation of a brig?! I hope this flock of jackdaws choke on their insolence!"

"Well, Captain, we are far from the only ones interested in the treasures of the Veiled Regions: the demand for new ship parts is, pardon the pun, astronomical at the moment, and our coffers are not what they once were, especially after our acquisition of the Sector Bloc. Speaking of which, Elder Locke and Spymaster Roberts have prepared a report on their joint effort to acquire various mercenary franchises..."

>Roll a Command test to see how their efforts went: best of three 1d100 rolls.