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7/9/2025, 4:54:47 AM
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>"Sound general quarters! All crew, prepare to repel boarders!" the Rogue Trader barked, "and activate the combat automata!"
>These pirate scum would not take his ship so easily. For there, in a vault a hundred decks below lay the first and most precious of the gifts he had received from the renegade magos Salafié Al-Faiz, that which had won her his everlasting favor: One thousand biomechanical soldiers handcrafted by the Priestess herself, clad in adamantine plating and animated by machine-minds lethal beyond all bounds of faith or reason.
>Oh, how Cassius wished he had her at his side now. The loss of Salafié had weighed heavily upon him this past year, since news reached him that her expedition had been slain to the last man on some nameless world past the borders of Imperial space (https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/95565971/#95568812). Her body had never been identified, it's true, but what could it have meant but her death?
>The Rogue Trader was recalled from his reverie by cries of alarm as the power failed, plunging the bridge into darkness. But suddenly, holographic projectors sparked to life, and the room was bathed in the sickly green light of a towering apparition of the very Priestess the Trader had wished to summon. A pall of silent dread fell over the bridge as the flickering phantom regarded each officer on the bridge in turn, seemingly seeing them through its holographic eyes, until at last its gaze settled upon the Rogue Trader. At once, the projection's demeanor changed, waving cheerfully at him as the sibilant hiss of a staticky voice came from every speaker and vox-caster on the bridge.
>"Cassius, my darling, so good to see you again! Apologies for the theatrics, but you know how I do love to make an entrance."
>"Sound general quarters! All crew, prepare to repel boarders!" the Rogue Trader barked, "and activate the combat automata!"
>These pirate scum would not take his ship so easily. For there, in a vault a hundred decks below lay the first and most precious of the gifts he had received from the renegade magos Salafié Al-Faiz, that which had won her his everlasting favor: One thousand biomechanical soldiers handcrafted by the Priestess herself, clad in adamantine plating and animated by machine-minds lethal beyond all bounds of faith or reason.
>Oh, how Cassius wished he had her at his side now. The loss of Salafié had weighed heavily upon him this past year, since news reached him that her expedition had been slain to the last man on some nameless world past the borders of Imperial space (https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/95565971/#95568812). Her body had never been identified, it's true, but what could it have meant but her death?
>The Rogue Trader was recalled from his reverie by cries of alarm as the power failed, plunging the bridge into darkness. But suddenly, holographic projectors sparked to life, and the room was bathed in the sickly green light of a towering apparition of the very Priestess the Trader had wished to summon. A pall of silent dread fell over the bridge as the flickering phantom regarded each officer on the bridge in turn, seemingly seeing them through its holographic eyes, until at last its gaze settled upon the Rogue Trader. At once, the projection's demeanor changed, waving cheerfully at him as the sibilant hiss of a staticky voice came from every speaker and vox-caster on the bridge.
>"Cassius, my darling, so good to see you again! Apologies for the theatrics, but you know how I do love to make an entrance."
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