text: You head back to the war room, where Elios and Elizabeth are arguing.
  
  "He's a genius!" Elios yells.
  
  "He's a drug-addled moron!" Elizabeth replies. "We need a businessman!"
  
  "Oh, fuck off! You...!"
  
  "Hey!" you shout. 
  
  The two Staine siblings turn to look at you.
  
  "What are you arguing about?" you ask.
  
  "We have two different candidates for a supplier," Elizabeth says. "I want to use the Rogue Trader Lord Baridas Flynn. He's a respectable businessman who has access to a massive market, including the entirety of the Imperium, which Morrow can't access. He's already known for creating a massive drug empire, but his supply is low. We could fill that supply."
  
  "He's got the Imperium's dick so far up his ass he's licking the tip!" Elios says. "He'll sell us out in a second! We need Jack Morrow, leader of the Ecstasy Freaks, a Slaaneshi war-band. The dude's psycho and is a bit prone to testing his products, but he's a genius, and I have old ties with him. We served alongside the Emperor's children together, and us non-Space marines really had to stick together to survive there. Trust me, you want him."
  
  Fuck, a respectable businessman who might be an Imperial rat, or an insane, drug-addled fiend. Hard choice.
  > meet with Jack Morrow
  Your shuttle docks into the Sword Thrust, as you slip a gas mask on over your mouth, as Elizabeth and the Tribals do the same.
  
  "Your body won't be accustomed to the level of chems flooded into the air," Elios says. "These guys really know how to party! Keep the masks on!"
  
  The shuttle doors open, revealing... no one. Huh.
  
  "Where's Morrow, Elios?" Elizabeth asks.
  
  "Must be somewhere," he says, shrugging.
  
  You walk through the ship, cringing at the scenes on display. A cultist walks out of a room, holding a long knife, covered in long cuts on his heavily scarred forearms. He looks at all of you, before collapsing. You pass a pair of cultists just screwing each other in the hallway, not even reacting to your presence. You nervously step over them, continuing on. Soon, you find Morrow.
  
  Jack Morrow stands in a large room, in front of a mountain of bright crimson powder. He's completely naked, holding a machete and screaming at the roof.
  
  "I thought you said he'd be unprofessional," Fay chuckles.
  
  "I'm in love..." Fucky sighs.
  
  "Come on! Come on! Let's fucking do it!" Morrow screams.
  
  Jack shoves his face into the pile of crimson, and begins to snort it directly up his nose. He snorts for what seems like a solid minute, before swinging his machete around. He notices you all, grinning.
  
  "Elios! Elios, you fucking scumfuck!" he says, running over.
  
  You expect the two to embrace, but... it doesn't go that way. Jack pushes Elios against a wall and begins kissing him, before grabbing Elios hand and cutting it open, and licking the blood. Then, he pushes your lieutenant away, grinning.
  
  "Come! Do Blood Dust with me! It's good shit!" he yells.
  
  "Please, try it..." Fucky yells.
  
  "RAGE!" Smiley roars.
  
  "I'm on business," Elios says. "We have an offer to make."
  
  "Shoot," Morrow says, snorting more Blood Dust off his machete. "Do your friends want some?" 
  
  "I'll pass," you say, as your companions nod.
  
  "The men with me want to become your business partners. We'll sell you chems, you distribute them. You still have clients?"
  
  "Yeah, man!" Morrow grins. "I have a dozen Slaaneshi war-bands calling for me, I'm hooked up with the pirates and raiders and shit in the sector, and I'll take whatever's left! YEAH!" 
  
  Morrow smacks himself in the face with the flat of his machete, laughing. He turns, grabbing a female cultist and pushing her onto the table. The cultist begins undressing, as the two begin making love... no, it's just fucking, fucking in front of you. You watch nervously as the act goes on for about a minute, before Morrow pulls out, snorts another line of Blood Dust, and walks back over to you, his member standing prominently in the air.
  
  "Go on.. embrace it!" Fucky says.
  
  "Holy shit," Elizabeth says, stepping back.
  
  "What's wrong, baby?" Morrow asks. "You want some? Trust me, I have another few goes in me. Bend over and pull up your robes."
  
  "Fuck off," Elizabeth says, electricity running along her hands.
  
  "Whatever. So, you had a deal for me?"
  
  "Yeah. Elios said he talked to you about the exact numbers, right?" 
  
  Morrow pauses, before nodding.
  
  "Shit, yeah! Let me think, let me think! Given current market prices, net worth over a long term deal amounts to... what... Fuck, what currency do you use?" Morrow says, shaking his head as he does more Blood Dust. 
  
  "Thrones," you say.
  
  "That's about fifty million Thrones profit in the foreseeable future, take five for contact's ten percent finder fees and all that, another five to pay off the Imperials so we have access to the outlaw planets which will make up about twenty to thirty percent of our market, and... did I ask you if you wanted to fuck?" he says, looking at Fay.
  
  "I'll pass," Fay says, staring at the man as he nods vigorously.
  
  "OK, OK! That's about forty million Thrones, wage levels cheap due to use of slaves, split two ways... this deal should net you around twenty million Thrones."
  
  "I told you he was a genius. Did all that in his head," Elios smirks, as Elizabeth frowns.
  
  "Do we really trust this guy, Karth?" Elizabeth says.
  
  "Fuck! You should probably not, bitch!" Morrow screams as Elizabeth. "I'll fuck you at first opportunity! Praise Slaanesh, I just want to push you against the wall and finger-fuck you! WHOA!" 
  
  Morrow slams his head against the wall, before stumbling backwards and collapsing onto the pile of Blood Dust.
  
  "Shit... I need sleep. Do we have a deal, Elios?"
  
  "We need a bargain of f..." Elios begins to say, before Morrow interrupts.
  
  "I'll pay your half up front. Bargain of faith. If I do that, you promise to only supply me. We can make a new deal after the fifty million profit mark is hit. Deal?"
  
  "Sure," you say.
  
  "I'll have one of the tech priests transfer it over," Morrow says. "Now, I need to sleep. I haven't slept in a few... weeks."
  
  Morrow closes his eyes, lying against the floor.
  
  "That man is a maniac," Fay says.
  
  "Yeah. Let's get off this ship," you say.
  > continue
  True to his word, Morrow does transfer over twenty million Thrones to your account. You ensure that he gets every shipment of chems you create, and ensure you have a solid business contact for this. The man's insane, but he's proven trustworthy for the time being.