conversations: human
conversations:  Wander in the Grim Dark   
   
  
  The ship lies ready. The 4 mile long dictator class vessel gleaming in the light from the nearby star as it hangs in the orbital bays above Footfall. The world below far from shiny. The recent endavours have kept the Dynasties head above water but there has been little else to do that couldn't be accomplished by some mere Chartist Trader.
  
  Footfall is busy, a massive conglomeration of shipyards floating above a mass of settlements that lie somewhere between wild western frontier and the crushing sphere of the Imperial Creed. It should however be an excellent place to find some new work to do...
  
  As you rest aboard the vessel there is a faint chime from the doors before they swing open to reveal one of the scrivners that works for your Master of Whispers. The low ranked scribe looks towards the senior staff assembled around the massive hololithic display tank before proffering a data slate and leaving on slippered feet.
  
  * A new system has been discovered near the God Emperor's Scourge. A warp map to the system is being auctioned tonight
  
  * A mechanicus probe was recovered by salvage yards. It contains details of a new system filled with great mineral wealth
  
  * The Imperial Dauntless Class Cruiser  Righteous indignation  has gone missing. A generous reward has been offered for its location and any survivors
  
  * The great hive cities of Zayth require weapons, food and men for their continuing war
  
  * House Chorda have not heard from one of their colonies. There are concerns that a xeno invasion may be involved
  
   
   Spoiler: Welcome 
  
  Welcome and you may begin aboard Port Wander...
   
conversations: DrK:
conversations: human
conversations:  High lord, first of his name, Heir to Karin IV, Son of Johnson Argon, Captain and Princeps of the Splendid Aegis, Honorable Sir Harrenhall Lander Starkiller Argon , Esquire, PHD enters the planning room, where the high officers of The Splendid Aegis have traditionally made their decisions.  Fortunes have been made, and planets sentenced to fall due to the decisions made in this room.
  
  "Ladies!  Gentlemen!  It is one of the greatest honors of my life to have since a fine and able crew to serve me.  For this is the 41st Millennium.  For more then a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth.  He is the master of mankind, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies.  He is a glorious example to all, empowered by the greatest workings of the Dark Age of Technology.  He is the Golden lord of the Imperium for whom untold souls die gloriously for every day to bring his will about.
  
  But even immobile, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance.  Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the manifestation of the Emperor's will.  Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds.  The Astartes, the Guard, the PDF, the Inquisition, the Mechanicus are only a few.  And for all their multitudes, they will never cease slaying the aliens, heretics, and mutants.
  
  To be a man in such times is the be one amongst billions, to live in the greatest and best regime imaginable.   To live in these times is to be written as one of many heroes in tales to come.  Remember the power of technology and science, for so much serves us honorably.  Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the Glorious, Lit future there is only adventure.  There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of crusades and glory, and the proud gaze of the vigilant emperor."
  
  He settles into his minor logistics throne at the head of the table.  "So give me your wise council, oh crew of mine.  What task shall bring about the greatest light of the Emperor?  What shall we do?"
conversations: Shadowy:
conversations: human
conversations:  Marcus glanced up from the dispatch he was reading as the Captain begin to give his speech, through sheer force of will he kept his expression neutral, rather than let the growing dread that begin to sit in the pit of his stomach show.  The man was clearly, at least to him, slightly out of touch with reality, when he finally sit on yet another one of the thrones he kept about the ship and asked for their opinion.   "I would recommend attempting to find the lost light cruiser, besides the reward being offered finding out what happened to the ship might bring the Navy to look more favorably upon use, possibly allowing us to use their repair facilities,"  Marcus said from his seat
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