One Night Lord's Junk...

[Darasuum]

Location: Asteroid Field in orbit over Kurse, Screaming Vortex, Calixis Sector, Segmentum Obscurus
Time: Evening (Local)
Participants: @Rexx , @Intratec , @Darasuum (anyone else who has been invited via discord)
Theme: Exodus By Jacuzzi

The planet had been desicrated time and again. Like a garden that had once held flowers it now had been trampled hundreds of times over to be nothing but a wretched planet that provided life only to the chaotic hordes that now traveled to and from. Few people ever dared go to the surface still, prefering the habitable asteroids in orbit. There was plenty of space between the asteroids usually for capital craft. Sal's mind wandered to thoughts of the planet Footfall. He had studied much of the Koronus Expanse beyond the Calixis sector.

Once of the asteroids had a wolfpack raider docked with it. Its position was inside the hollowed out asteroid so that in the event of the asteroid hitting another it would not take the brunt of the damage. The Q'sal Magistrate was still curious about the internal workings of the asteroid. Perhaps some method of intertial dampener assisted dampening the impacts of asteroids and not throwing everyone and everything inside into a bulkhead. But that was just a whimsical fancy he had. Common were these urges to seek out knowledge, his desire to learn both a part of him since he had been a child and now just amplified due to his servitude to the Changer of Ways.

Night Lords, they had come to the asteroid not long ago, delivering a Wolfpack Raider after it had served their purposes of terror. No doubt it had been taken by force from its original owners and used to harass some settlement. It had been named Jovial Trident by its original owner and the Night Lords that had repurposed it thought fit to keep its name. However after its most recent expedition it had left its crew at nearly half of its previous numbers. The Jovial Trident could still be used and repurposed but the larger Legionaires did not see it worth while to keep a large presence onboard. Many of them departed on another vessel to regoin their main group. Still a portion of their warband remained.

Sal Geotim stood with arms crossed in front of a viewport. Lights flickered as corrupted servitors and press-ganged dock workers slaved over the damaged ship. It would likely be but a few days before it was completely serviceable. However the number of living crew members was still a problem. But Kurse was an excelent place to acquire muscle. Mostly known for providing champions and warriors in their gladiatorial pits there were still other slaves that could be provided to work in the names of the vessel and its masters.

The Q'sal Magistrate wore simple clothes, a mesh cloak laying across his shoulders. His body was as black as night as if it were a silouhette on a horizon despite the room already being dim in light. If one looked into his eyes they would see white points of light, small singularities of the Warp. The rest of him just naturally radiated darkness giving a warning of his potential and affinity for interacting with the warp. All psykers that think of harming Sal would think twice before doing so. If his own psychic powers and phsyical appearance were not enough to disuade attackers a Q'sal Crystal Caster and its kin, a Q'sal Glass Dagger could still do damage on their own.

The room behind him was ornate considering the presence of simple warriors and masses of savages. But being associated with a chaos legion had its perks on top of being a decent psyker on his own. The others that remained to be a part of the presence here had been welcome to come by. They needed to discuss their next course of action.

Spoiler: Jovial Trident & Asteroid Station

The wolfpack raider is meant to be a starting ship for the current renegades/heretics that are in the group. It is just temporary and will likely be a gateway ship to other vessels/means of travel later on.

Wolfpack raider - Jovial Trident
Hull: Raider
Class: Pirate vessel of Unknown type
Dimensions: aprox 1.7 km long, 0.3 km abeam approx.
Mass: 6.5 megatons approx.
Crew: 18,000 crew, approx.
Accel: 5 gravities max sustainable acceleration
Pirates are known for using whatever vessels they can lay their hands on. If possible, they prefer light, fast raiding ships to strike fast and flee quickly. Speed is essential, since few pirate vessels can stand toe-to-toe with a true warship.
Components: Strelov 1 Warp Engine, Geller Field, Jovian Pattern Class 2 Drive, Single Void Shield Array, Standard Bridge, Vitae Pattern Life Sustainer, Voidsmen Quarters, M–100 Auger Array, Augmented Retro-thrusters
Armamnet:
Dorsal Mars Pattern Macrocannons,
Prow Sunsear Laser Battery
Stowage Bays: Pirate ships do not often bother with true cargo holds, preferring smaller bays where valuable cargos can be stored. Trade is possible but no bonuses are applied when doing so.

 

[Intratec]

Kurse, according to local legend had once been a world of abundance, beauty and gloriously technologically advanced. Such were the days of the Dark Age of Technology. She trafficked in legends and lore. Of artifacts lost and gained. Even now centuries after fleeing from Mars the urge to explore, to plumb the depths of hearsay and rumors about the possibility of coming across something truly unique sat like a tightened fist in her chest. It was enough to send surges from the crystal-stacked Potentia Coil to the rest of her cybernetics. The deck plating spotted with rust had clearly seen better days. Still, it served its purpose.

A few passersby moved from her path. Robes the color of arterial blood graced her form with a cowl over her head while a curious looking mask covered her face. Twin slits of blue-white luminescence glowed from bronze-rimmed eyes. The jutting beak, reminiscent of a bird was elaborately inscribed with iconography also in bronze and leather held two little vents along either side. The whole thing had the appearance of an ancient Terran getup from the earliest days still recorded in the massive datacrypts upon Terra itself. Like its ancestor, the mask served to filter the air intake free of contaminants while the rest seemed to be purely ornamental or served a purpose only its wearer knew.

It was plain what the person was. But for the sake of those too dimwitted, the leather-clad hand gripping the forged metal haft of an axe made it quite clear indeed. The half-machina, half-skull emblem emblazoned upon a dark cog background bespoke of the wielder. A Tech-Priest of the Dark Mechanicus. They were not underheard of or rarely seen. In fact, without them likely, this station would have come apart at the seams many years ago. Street urchins ran by, shrieking in either glee or fear at the Priest who now had come to a halt. Their back was to the majority of people, instead, the enigmatic Priest's attention was drawn to the ship and its berth.

A few of the grime-covered street children hung around the Tech-Priest long enough to earn their ire. One had tugged on the robes, leaving filthy fingerprints. As if on cue, the waving Mechadendrite snaked down, a vice opened and snapped closed close to the face of the one who had sullied the fabric. With a scream, the annoying brats peeled off and ran for it.

@Darasuum , @Rexx