Port Wander: Day 1:
I have never encountered Port Wander in my travels. An entire populous of shifty-eyed thieves. Lord-Captain spoke about meeting an old companion here, of which I know very little. Going aground always leaves me uneasy; I have made several enemies from the Blue Bolt, and God Emperor forbid we encounter them. Out this far into the Expanse I do not expect to run into my past.
It is a strange feeling, being able to requisition goods of our Lord-Captain, but his generosity knows no limit, and I was able to better equip myself. I had quite a bit of trouble locating a decent photo-visor, so I imagine the Lord-Captain killed a man looking for a decent chain sword.
After encountering our Lord-Captain’s father’s Navigator, we took refuge from the noise of the crowd to sit within a bar. I didn’t recognize anyone, but I felt a little more at ease with several other void-born in the room.
Lord-Captain took to drink, an activity I do not partake in such a dangerous setting. It wasn’t long before my suspicion of a man was confirmed when he tried to flee the premises. After confirming with Lord-Captain, I took after the man. He had been carrying a vox caster, and I do not take lightly to being spied upon. I encountered him before he vanished into the teeming masses. A short confrontation later exposed his plot: his captain had sent him to listen of our tales and report back. I wasn’t sure why, but I could tell we weren’t messing with a mere thief. A mere thief wouldn’t have the armor to withstand a shot directly to the chest. I stripped him of his possessions and sent him on his way. I left the trail open in hopes we would expose the real man behind this.
Lord-Captain, while talented in his ability, succumbed to drink and we retired to the Exarch Infinitum. I didn’t spot our stalker, so he must’ve reported back. If I see him again he will die.
A day of restocking and preparation. The Lord-Captain resumed his hunt for equipment, while I oversaw the stocking of our holds. A note I might add: This Notch fellow, he terrifies me. The Explorater’s on other vessels were very quiet and dedicated to their work. Notch does not speak to me, instead, a floating Servo-skull screams his requests at me. He is constantly tinkering and I never really know what he might be thinking. The Lord-Captain allowed him a full case of Chrono’s for our trip. Is this to keep the Explorater busy? Or perhaps a bribe of some sort? Trouble was brewing, while out, the Lord-Captain encountered some thugs. I received the call for aid, but he didn’t sound worried. I made an example of the second thug, who upon seeing his companion hobbled, went to flee. I, while in the crowd, put a bullet through the right side of his head, and made example of those who seek to harass our ship.
We are on our way to another port by the name of Footfall. Similarly, I do not recognize this port. We aren’t even out of the gravitational pull of Wander when we encounter another ship. It is a companion of the man I apprehended. He fed us some ork-speak about how this is coincidence. We knew otherwise. I had the vox caster from the first man, and upon speaking into it, behold, the vox caster at his hip responded. Lord-Captain did was he does best, and the man and his ship fled.
Father told me stories about the Warp. It is a gestalt world existing between this one and the other dimensions. Time and space are relative here. Strange things can happen, so without the assistance of a Navigator, you should never stay in the warp for too long. Several days in, we encountered ships whose entirety seemed to be flickering in and out of existence. Lord-Captain, ever the opportunist, had us warped aboard. We encountered strange xeno-organisms, and I was assaulted by the memory of my fathers death. The first ship was beyond repair, as Notch was unable to speak with the Machine God. I was allowed the privilege of delivering the ship and it’s spirit to our God-Emperor. The second ship was in better repair, and we quickly seized the ship and destroyed the captured xeno’s within. We now approach Footfall, with a second ship in tow.