Misadventures of the Malefic Halitosia

Leto 1
Efficient use of time

Kraal completed the injection and muttered something to the attending medic. He left without another word.
Leto sent the medic away and scoured his todo list for a task he can do from the medbay. He tapped into vox and dialled Hex.
“Has the loot arrived?”
“184A29483D-”
“You’re hexing. And no binary, either. I’m not a servitor.”
“My apologies. They are being sorted right now.”
“Mods?”
“Two on the guns and one on a bead.”
“Any pending reqs on them?”
“Negative.”
“Req the three. Run safeties and route them to me. I also need you to assist.”
A brief pause. “Req approved. I will be there with your portables in 27.”

Leto shifted uncomfortably. He interfaced with the medbay cogitators. The machine spirit was restless. He wired in a short rite to calm them. 21 minutes. Time enough. He ran some diagnostics before checking the progress of the implantators. A few weeks from full operation, it seemed. Servitor tests next week. Not mechadendrites, though, not yet, not for a while.

-1 minutes. Hex was late.

Hot pain surged through Leto’s body. More stimm needed. By Omnissiah, the flesh is weak. That implantator couldn’t come online soon enough.

“I apologise for my lateness,” Hex interrupted Leto’s thoughts. The enginseer started setting up the portable workshop. Leto inspected the first gun. Laser sight, not forge world, poor craftsmanship. Leto disassembled the sight with no trouble. The work felt good, felt smooth. He looked up and noticed a smile on Hex’s face.
“You have surpassed me,” he said.
Leto smiled. “A testament to your tutelage.”
“And the Omnissiah’s blessing.”
“Of course,” Leto said. The second gun had a motion predictor. Unfortunately it was melted to uselessness. Hellpistol fire, most likely. Leto disassembled it anyway, and salvaged a partial casing. Good for practice.
“How’s the upgrades?”
“For your workshop? It was completed yesterday. While you were away.”
“Have it prepped for gear mods. I predict hostile events ahead. Well, more hostile than usual.” Leto inspected the bead. “I can’t figure this one out.”
“It’s modded,” Hex said. “But not sure how. I’ll have it analysed.”
“No, I’ll do it myself. Send it to the workshop. And fetch me that slate. I might need to acquisition some parts.”
“I will advise the seneschal,” Hex said. “Anything else?”
Leto shook his head. Hex picked up the bead, bowed slightly, and left.

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Session 1
Hunt for the Righteous Path

(As told by an unnamed crew member over many rounds of amasec, rotgut, and tranq)

We were enroute to Port Wander, which is the last major empire port before the Maw, and the fore the Koronus Expanse.
Capn Bob is of the rogue trader house Fay. We were greeted with … Some message … Directing us to the a Court of the Dead, the main marketplace.
Someone has been waiting for someone from the house of Fay to arrive.

We all went to the court of the dead.
And there was an old man… His name? Ordis Bray?
OB, as I will refer to him until corrected, proceeds to tell captain about this story about some captain from the Fay dynasty from ages ago.
There’s some rich xenos planet, with tech and wealth, and Old Fay went to crush this in the name of the emperor, and looted the place, stripping bits out of his ship “The Righteous Path” just to fit more loot.
And then he just disappeared with the ship and the loot.
OB indicates that he knows where the RP (righteous path) is. He gave captain this stone
That has psychic warp-ish vibes( made both Whitedove and Aurelius feel a bit tingly).

As captain was about to get properly tactile with the stone (What is it called? Nemolith or something rather? A memory stone).
Oh yeah the case was genetically locked to the Fay gene, which was neat.
So, then, some metal bird swooped and grabbed the stone. I’m not making this up!
And then all hell broke loose.
(Not hell… Divine fury! )

The Right Hon Kraal Theas, who had readied his flamer – I mean instrument of divine fury – with wanton disregard of bystanders and allies, opened fire at the metal bird.
Catching the bird, Captain, Leto, and Letos servo skull Mikhail, and about 4 random citizens
“Roll to hit” the GM said.
(Not my fault you idiots got in the way!)
“Don’t need to roll. I hit. "
The upside is that Captain went all matrix and dodged the gout of promethium hotness and Leto rolled out of the way, while both the bird and poor Mikhail took the full force of flamer fire
Sorry, need a moment to compose myself … Poor Mikhail.

Then Whitedove ran to the bird and smacked it with his force staff, somewhere in the birds gonads apparently. The bird dropped the nemothingy tingly stone, which the captain immediately stuffed into his codpiece, or somewhere more sensible in his armor. Reports differ on this detail.

Around this time approx 5 armored and armed thugs surrounded the party and opened fire.
Kraal mixed things up a bit and used his flamer. A few times. At some point half the market was running around on fire.
Approx 3 legs were blown apart by hellpistol, hand cannon, and bolter fire.
Whitedove went mano o mano with a thug.
Both psykers, Aurelius and Whitedove, refused to use their powers, maybe thinking “The mundies got this, I’ll just sit back and chill.”
At some point, the captain hand cannoned a poor thug into a bystander.
A puppy died and so did about a million civilians.

And after we took care of it all, the Adeptus Arbites finally turned up. And they were all polite and deferring and stuff. Because we’re rogue traders and above most laws.
Leto was all shot up, and Whitedove as well. we went back to the ship for rest and loot counting. Kraal patched up the injured. Leto had to take a bed rest.
There was some politicking and stuff, some police commissioner came around and had a bit of chat with the captain.

One of the thugs survived. Sans one leg. He gave up the name of his employer: Hadarak Fel, whose dynasty actually helped Old Fay in raiding and looting that Old Rich Xenos World.
Predictably, HF (Hadaral Fel, Haddie to his mates) wanted the loot for himself, and have been waiting for a Fay to show up and gene unlock the damn memo stone.

We later found out Haddie’s ship is docked in Port Wander. We made plans to ram into him with our ship, but the next day we found that he had left the port, presumably in pursuit of the loot ship.

I should mention that at this point that our navigator got properly intimate with the nemothingy stone and received visions of some star map.
Also the metal bird who had a go at the stone, was found to be psychically linked to some mysterious figure that we haven’t seen yet.
The working theory is that when the bird grabbed the stone, this mysterious figure might have also psychically touched the stone and saw the same vision Aurelius saw.
So Haddie might be acting on that info and left for the loot ship.

Finally, we went to some map maker guy, who agreed to point us in the right direction if we could help him discreetly dispose of some “questionable” books – Aurelius agreed with the captain’s approval.

(end)

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