Yes. Did you know that these are the growths which have been feeding the narcotics trade on this asteroid? How wondrous life is, that it may proliferate even in the depths of this place, amongst the ruins of an ignorant faith'. Helmont coughs awkwardly. He shakes his hands vigorously and tries to s...

Buh. Would be fine if it was just a mod so you could play as an Ork Rogue Trader (Freebooter) with an orkish crew of PCs (weirdboy, mekboy, kommando etc). Orks in RT crews just seems weird. Hopefully they have rules for playing Kroot, as mercs they're much more likely to be in the employ of humans. ...

"You say that no argument survives if it wants for clarity. Then clarify. Why are you traveling in the direction of the Templum?" Helmont smiles, while taking a seat upon a heap of vines. 'The same reason you are, Zarkov'. The scholar's smile stays upon his face for a few seconds longer a...

Zarkov remained standing, resting on his mechanical leg. He subconsciously kept spacing with Malachi even as the tech-priest sat. He felt inherently uncomfortable around out-worlders. The man named Helmont smiled, cheekbones jutting from a face that was all bone. "You say that no argument survi...

Zarkov's eye narrowed. Outcasts from the Emperors light.

"I suppose." He muttered under his breath.

Zarkov spoke up. "A scholar? Of which Progenium?" He kept spacing behind and to the left of Malachi, eyes fixed on the speaker.

Zarkov nodded grimly, keeping step behind Malachi.

Sorry, I didn't think that required a response. Sally forth.

"Of course, Brother. We must press on."

He looked at the sodden walls of the passage with something akin to curiosity. "With respect, we may have taken too much time already. We should seek faster passage through these tunnels, if possible."

Zarkov looked at the Tech-Priest quizzically, though the expression is masked by his bulky rebreather. Sweat dripped down his back and condensation periodically fogged his bionic eye, clouding his vision. He wiped it occasionally with a gloved hand, careful not to smudge the lens or damage the focus...

Zarkov, used to the dry, filtered air of shipboard life-support, was visibly uncomfortable in the humid chamber. He watched Malachi interact with the cogi-array with detached interest, every now and again scanning the chamber for signs of movement.

there are 3 entrances to this room, yes? I will try to construct a barricade at whichever one is most isolated....meant to delay, not truly stop, and use what concealment/cover I found to lay down fire at the the other two. Four. One on each wall. Imagine the room like a long rectangle. A big long ...

"Let's see what's in store for us, shall we?" Malachi commands his servo-skull to take point, with him following about five metres behind it. "Err...Yes brother. I am right behind you." Zarkov watched the Tech-priest pass through the opening. Zarkov was beginning to realise the ...

"Let me help you, brother."

[Zarkov applies pressure to the weakened grate with his mechanical leg]

Zarkov turned and looked at the grate Malachi was investigating. It had been an hour since they had seen anything vaguely Mechanicus in the tunnel, but this grate had the cog-like design that permeated all facets of the Machine-Cult. He walked over, studying the grate. You could drive a Russ through...

Zarkov followed silently after the Tech-priest. They had rested enough.

[ Although neither player has Common Lore: Rogue Traders , I ruled that Zarkov's trained abilities in Common Lore: Navy and War gave him a bonus to an Intelligence test here. Malachi had no bonus, but rolled very well. Both characters determined that the markings on the transport vessels correspond...

Xenos races eh? Stryxis trader perhaps?

Zarkov secretly relished the opportunity to rest, taking the weight of his leg. He leaned over to Malachi, speaking in a low voice. The dock appeared empty of sentient humans, but you could never tell who was listening. "We should plan our next move, brother. We may need to enlist the help of l...

Zarkov, Malachi, and his familiar exit the shuttle, and Zarkov feels a hand fall on his shoulder. "Wait. Let me take a look at that leg before we go any further. We can't have this cause us anymore problems in future." Zarkov smiled slightly with gratitude. "Thank you Malachi. I had ...