Post by AegisFate on Aug 27, 2014 5:53:17 GMT
This is an oldy I found on my hard drive recently that I've decided to repost. As it stands, there was two sessions with this character, but I only wrote up the first and I hope to return him to his glory some day.
The Personal Notes of Lord Captain Markus Aurelius Termallian of 'His Indomitable Spear'
My adventure, if one could call obtaining wealth at great expense that, started on Gamma Korveus. For the longest time, my family has been used to a certain amount of wealth, and at my age of forty three, I was tired. Where I once was set to inherit an empire, I was soon left with a dying fleet, the only voidworthy vessel left a Dauntless Light Cruiser, amusingly called 'His Indomitable Spear.' Looking to make some quick bank, I had the ship depart to Gamma Korveus. My first mistake.
After translating at the edge of the system and spending a week throttling towards the planet, we finally got close enough to establish an orbit. My pilot, an odd chap I can never remember the name of, informed me curtly that there was significant interference with our auger arrays and we'd be 'flying by eye.' The second mistake was not realizing something was up, especially after being contacted by an oddly normal looking fellow who requested that I come with him to meet the Lady Isabella in charge of one of the major cartels that deal in the spices that Gamma Korveus is known for. Figuring it to as good of any reasons, I nodded my approval, the man coming with a shuttle to my vessel after a few hours. I noticed the distinct lack of trained armsmen, something I will need to solve later, when I requested a pair of bodyguards to supplement my regular retinue, the Magos Sigma and my bodyguard Sawyer. The Magos is an annoying chap, always ranting about how the Emperor is subservient to the Omnissiah and all that, whilst Sawyer is quiet, but highly competent soldier.
Once upon the surface, I failed once again to notice the third mistake, not getting a ground car to transport me to the Lady Isabella. Thinking nothing of having to walk, figuring it being good exercise, I followed the man for some time through the city, before his life was unexpectedly, and rather quickly ended. Criminals, people so vile that the only ones worse are the pirates behind my family's rather bad situation. People who won't take the Emperor's light and guidance to heart and toil as he demands. Five of them in total, wearing some flak armor that looked more at home in the reject pile of a manufactorum, along with lasguns carrying a few nonstandard augmentations, mostly reinforcements of damaged components and other odd nonsense. As they advanced, the Magos took cover, although I did not understand why, his organs were most assuredly defended by armor and his augmentations, although the thought to take cover was dropped when one of the criminals fired at me. Made a rather nasty scorch mark in my gray and blue carapace, but nothing more, Sawyer taking a round and swearing in Low Gothic about it tickling. He seems to enjoy battle too much.
Having taken our positions, we did what any men would die, fire back. I will note, I both need a bigger gun, and the capability to hit something. When I did hit a man, of which a rather minor scorch mark across his face would attest to, I managed to hit some variety of pigeons. I will note, this bloody place has a twisted obsession with the flying rodents, and having every third shot impacting one of them gets quite old. Sawyer, as for what I pay him for, did admirably, professionally dropping four of the scum with well placed shots from his hellgun, the loud crack and the sizzling of burnt flesh a sort of music, if only he didn't steal my kill (the one I managed to hit with my laspistol,) and the Magos ended up chattering profusely in what I assume to be binary when his hellgun fizzled ineffectually. So of course I ran towards the final survivor, drawing my rather simple, but well designed power sword, gutting the bastard for attacking a man of my standing. After some brief investigations, we determined these, mostly headless corpses belong to some group that used a crimson skull and dagger device for their insignia.
The loud sound of sirens from what I assume to be local police was quite comforting, and I resolved to stay and explain the situation, if not for the brief transmission from the man in charge of the Indomitable Spear talking about some sort of ambush. Bloody pirates, always what I hate when it comes down to it, attacking me even now!
I must also note, I had made my fourth mistake, waiting for the authorities to arrive took valuable time, time that ended up being quite an interesting set of affairs. After announcing my name, lineage and position of rogue trader, the sergeant of the enforcers promptly told me to shut it, a slight I will repay in full at some other time. He informed us to drop our weapons, of which I sheathed my sword and holstered my pistol, Sawyer dropping it on its strap and letting it hang loose, the Magos having it disappear in those massive robes he always wears, with Sawyer attempting to unsuccessfully intimidate one of the authorities, the man responding with a loud clack of his shotgun chambering a shell..
Bloody Sawyer
-Log Ends-
The Personal Notes of Lord Captain Markus Aurelius Termallian of 'His Indomitable Spear'
My adventure, if one could call obtaining wealth at great expense that, started on Gamma Korveus. For the longest time, my family has been used to a certain amount of wealth, and at my age of forty three, I was tired. Where I once was set to inherit an empire, I was soon left with a dying fleet, the only voidworthy vessel left a Dauntless Light Cruiser, amusingly called 'His Indomitable Spear.' Looking to make some quick bank, I had the ship depart to Gamma Korveus. My first mistake.
After translating at the edge of the system and spending a week throttling towards the planet, we finally got close enough to establish an orbit. My pilot, an odd chap I can never remember the name of, informed me curtly that there was significant interference with our auger arrays and we'd be 'flying by eye.' The second mistake was not realizing something was up, especially after being contacted by an oddly normal looking fellow who requested that I come with him to meet the Lady Isabella in charge of one of the major cartels that deal in the spices that Gamma Korveus is known for. Figuring it to as good of any reasons, I nodded my approval, the man coming with a shuttle to my vessel after a few hours. I noticed the distinct lack of trained armsmen, something I will need to solve later, when I requested a pair of bodyguards to supplement my regular retinue, the Magos Sigma and my bodyguard Sawyer. The Magos is an annoying chap, always ranting about how the Emperor is subservient to the Omnissiah and all that, whilst Sawyer is quiet, but highly competent soldier.
Once upon the surface, I failed once again to notice the third mistake, not getting a ground car to transport me to the Lady Isabella. Thinking nothing of having to walk, figuring it being good exercise, I followed the man for some time through the city, before his life was unexpectedly, and rather quickly ended. Criminals, people so vile that the only ones worse are the pirates behind my family's rather bad situation. People who won't take the Emperor's light and guidance to heart and toil as he demands. Five of them in total, wearing some flak armor that looked more at home in the reject pile of a manufactorum, along with lasguns carrying a few nonstandard augmentations, mostly reinforcements of damaged components and other odd nonsense. As they advanced, the Magos took cover, although I did not understand why, his organs were most assuredly defended by armor and his augmentations, although the thought to take cover was dropped when one of the criminals fired at me. Made a rather nasty scorch mark in my gray and blue carapace, but nothing more, Sawyer taking a round and swearing in Low Gothic about it tickling. He seems to enjoy battle too much.
Having taken our positions, we did what any men would die, fire back. I will note, I both need a bigger gun, and the capability to hit something. When I did hit a man, of which a rather minor scorch mark across his face would attest to, I managed to hit some variety of pigeons. I will note, this bloody place has a twisted obsession with the flying rodents, and having every third shot impacting one of them gets quite old. Sawyer, as for what I pay him for, did admirably, professionally dropping four of the scum with well placed shots from his hellgun, the loud crack and the sizzling of burnt flesh a sort of music, if only he didn't steal my kill (the one I managed to hit with my laspistol,) and the Magos ended up chattering profusely in what I assume to be binary when his hellgun fizzled ineffectually. So of course I ran towards the final survivor, drawing my rather simple, but well designed power sword, gutting the bastard for attacking a man of my standing. After some brief investigations, we determined these, mostly headless corpses belong to some group that used a crimson skull and dagger device for their insignia.
The loud sound of sirens from what I assume to be local police was quite comforting, and I resolved to stay and explain the situation, if not for the brief transmission from the man in charge of the Indomitable Spear talking about some sort of ambush. Bloody pirates, always what I hate when it comes down to it, attacking me even now!
I must also note, I had made my fourth mistake, waiting for the authorities to arrive took valuable time, time that ended up being quite an interesting set of affairs. After announcing my name, lineage and position of rogue trader, the sergeant of the enforcers promptly told me to shut it, a slight I will repay in full at some other time. He informed us to drop our weapons, of which I sheathed my sword and holstered my pistol, Sawyer dropping it on its strap and letting it hang loose, the Magos having it disappear in those massive robes he always wears, with Sawyer attempting to unsuccessfully intimidate one of the authorities, the man responding with a loud clack of his shotgun chambering a shell..
Bloody Sawyer
-Log Ends-