Being the journal recordings of Epsilon-Mu 35, Master of Ordnance of the Vessel-of-Warrant The Cleansing Light, commencing with his arrival at Port Wander.
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When I first found Sebastien again in this Emperor-forsaken station I had assumed that we would return to our established routine: hunting down criminals and hereteks for the thrones to let us chase the next one, thus fulfilling my duty to the Order and Omnissiah, while keeping up our companionship.
How wrong I was. Somehow, he has acquired not just a ship, but a Rogue Trader warrant to go with it. He intends to shoot the Maw to the Koronus Expanse and make use of the warrant. He has surrounded himself with those he previously hunted: scoundrels, hereteks and aliens. I should denounce them to the Mechanicus here and return to the Lathe worlds. But if I do that I must denounce myself as now bearing unblessed technology.
Sebastien has also asked me to follow him as one of his crew: Master of Ordnance. The ship is a great artifact of the Omnissiah and I cannot rightly leave it without proper Mechanicus supervision.
I shall await a sign from the Omnissiah on what to do.
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The Omnissiah has yet to grant me a sign, but the ship has been repaired, commissioned and prepared to leave. I must stay with it.
Sebastien took me and his First Officer, Cymbry, to search for more concrete details on the rumours that some people heard at this party he had put on. It was good to get back into the old way of things, my presence providing a silent threat to go with Sebastien’s silver tongue. Yet it was not his tongue, but Cymbry’s that did the talking. Still, the thrill of the hunt is stirring my blood again, in a way that nothing else can.
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The guns of the Cleansing Light have stirred at my command! They spoke the vengeance of the Omnissiah against the pirates that dared to ambush an Imperial vessel in this storm-wracked passage! The Lord-Captain had us leave before I could complete the destruction of the offensive vessels, but I know that one will not be harrying honourable traders like us again.
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We have arrived in Footfall. I will undertake a complete tour of the gunnery decks. I must understand these instruments of Imperial Fury better so that I can issue the Omnissiah’s blessing to them. This may take some time
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The macro-cannons and Lance have been properly blessed and cleaned after their first outing in anger after a number of millenia. During this tour and process of dedication our business here was completed and we have left and entered the warp again. We are racing in convoy to reach the co-ordinates that a number of Rogue Traders managed to acquire.
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During a standard navigation stopover, the ship maneouvered to take some piece of salvage into the small-craft bay. Orthesian, the heretek enginseer, has kept it closed off from me. Rumours say it is an intact piece of Archaeo-tech. I’ll need to keep an eye on this.
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We have landed (if you can call it that) on the target planet, if not the target site. We needed to kill some sort of giant insect that believed our crashed Aquila was a threat. I carefully blinded the thing with a pair of well-placed hellgun shots, and the rest of the crew cut it apart with swords and other such weapons.
I am worried that I am going to start to rust in this dreadful environment and am taking care to keep the joints of my arms well-oiled in this dreadful jungle humidity.
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Well, that was a mess and no mistake. Three Rogue Trader Crews and a group of Xenos thrown into the mix. We came out of it well though. We have Fenkman the slaver’s Master at Arms, as well as a couple of his armsmen, and I’m sure that he’s worth a great deal in the right systems.
Also, apparently Cymbry has had some sort of strange vision, and we have a hololith of some sort of map from an Eldar temple.
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I have decided to have Havelock and Orthesian continue with the replacement of my weak flesh with improved mechanical systems. The initial part of the process will require my lengthy stay in medical, but things are currently relatively safe and I foresee no issues.
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What have they done? How could Sebastien countenance this? They have ++sold++ the Lance from the Cleansing Light! Sold it! To a city-state of Zaythe – people who have not a single Mechanicus trained tech-priest to give it the proper Omnissiah approved blessings and unguents. What did they get in exchange for this? A whole battery of macro-cannons that load themselves without crew or servitors. It is purest heresy – I must inspect them most carefully to ensure they do not taint the ship.
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An away team was sent out to help recover the poor crew of human ships who had become stuck here. They came back with horror stories of space-suited men that turned out to be nothing but suits, who had almost killed Havelock, but did manage to bring aboard a significant number of crew, to help replace those who had been lost in earlier combat.
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While navigating to another pocket of survivors, we were attacked by a group of what we now call Hollow Men. They flew through space to attempt to savage our ship and collect key parts of it. I went out to deal with the one which had decided to take part of our thruster array, then went to aid Orthesian with another group of three. Having met the creatures, I'm not sure what the fuss was all about: they died as easily as anyone else to a hellgun shot to the head.
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Despite my previous hesitancy, it appears that the components of these so-called Zayth-pattern macrocannons are likely STC. STC, and of a formula not known to the Lathe worlds.
There have, however, been odd power fluctuations during our travels in this accursed system. Is it the heretikal tech? Or something to do with the influence of the Hollow Men, Carrion or whatever maw is at the centre of this place? Or maybe it could be whatever Orthesian has sealed away in the small craft bay.
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