So I’ve found myself on a Rogue Trader ship. I was on Port Wander relaxing a bit between jobs when some smart-looking gents come in looking for me. Seems that this New Radius is headed out into the expanse and is looking for someone who knows their way around out there—as much as anyone can, I suppose. My reputation proceeds me. Not sure if that’s such a good thing, but I signed on anyway.
Let me tell you, I’ve never had this much credit in my whole life. First thing I did was rush out to the market looking for a shinier bolt gun (not much better than the feeling of sinking a bolt into the flesh of someone who deserves it, though I have had my eye on those fancy flame-throwers those missionaries tote around). Think I scared the poor merchant shitless, but really, who buys a gun and doesn’t want to try it out.
New Radius is the size of a city, bigger than any ship I’ve ever been on, so I walk around trying not to look like a gawking fool. The captain is some pious noble from the other side of the galaxy. I’d hate the man if he didn’t seem to actually know what he’s doing most of the time. Since we’re going to be traveling through the warp a lot there’s a navigator on board. Black-eyed bitch gives me the heebie-jeebies. I hear whispers of crew being summoned to her quarters and coming back… different, but it’s best to pay them no heed.
We blasted straight through the Koronus Passage. Two solid weeks in warp. Makes me nauseous, though I suppose you get used to it eventually. Thankfully we’ve seen nothing worse that the occasional warp storm. Hope to keep it that way. On the other side we made two trips through the warp in the direction of Concanid. First trip landed us right in front of an astroid the size of a moon. I’m sitting at the helm of this behemoth trying to avoid a direct collision, sweat dripping down my face. Not pleasant.
Navigator did better on round two. Found us a brand new solar system. Captain named it the Ramius System (humble, isn’t he). One habitable planet, Arck, settled by some scaly xenos. I almost feel bad for the poor bastards. As soon as you know they’re primitive, you know they don’t stand a chance. Most likely there’s something down on that planet that we want and they’re in the way. Bye, bye fishy.
Captain and a few of us went down to take a look after making our presence known. They speak, but only in babble, so they might as well not. Captain sent me and some geologist off to take samples (of the water and of the population). We’re down on the beack and the geo says there’s promethium leeching into the water. Leeching from where we don’t know yet, but if there’s promethium on this rock, that credit is only going to get better. I may buy me a flamethrower yet.
Hail the emperor.