+++Inquisition Code Omicron-Red+++
Transcription : The ‘Skae Incident’, formerly Operation Cleansing Blade
Scribe: Adept Jeremiah Lazarus
Location: Cathedral of Saint Drusus, Stern Hope, Iocanthos, Golgenna Reach, Calixis Sector
Officer in Command: Inquisitor Vownus Kaede, Ordo Xenos
//Secure Transcription/

>>>Transmission from low orbit<<<
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//Com-Sat Transmission : Strike Team/
+Wing Cmdr Drake+ “Wraith, this is Burnished Sky. Thunderhawk holding at position Gamma. Ready to deploy Strike team on your command”.

+Inquisitor Kaede+ “Wraith acknowledges”.
//Transmission ends/
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>>>Transmission from planetary surface<<<
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+Male Voice Alpha+ //heavy static/“..the hell is he??”

//gunfire and screaming/

+MACHINE CODE CHATTER+ “…attempt1ng t0 b00st c0m-sat s1gnal…”

+Male Voice Alpha+ “Burnished Sky, Burnished Sky, do you read?! I say again.. this is Captain Praetorius of the Inquisition requesting immediate evac. It’s Skae. He’s fucking possessed. Burnished Sky, Burnished…. dammit Drake, where the fuck are you?”

//gunfire and inhuman shrieking, confusion of shouting/

+Male Voice Alpha+ “..the Crow Father…. Cole, hes gone right, he’s gone right..”

//gunfire, screaming, heavy breathing/

+Male Voice Beta+ “…least it bleeds…..reloading!”

+Male Voice Alpha+ “Emperor dammit Drake, get your ass down here. We need evac NOW!”

+Female Voice Gamma+ “…grenade out!..”

//explosion, glass shattering, insane shrieking/

+Male Voice Alpha+ “For Throne’s sake, Dice.. they’re civilians..”

//intensive gunfire, shouting and enraged hissing/

+Female Voice Gamma+ “..collateral…”

+Male Voice Beta+ “Serverus!! Left, look left..”

//screech of white noise/

+Male Voice Alpha+ “Throne, its got him, it’s got him..”

//insane cackling, metallic rending sounds/
//gunfire and shouting/

+Male Voice Alpha+ “He’s down, he’s down.. Throne.. its fucking torn him in half. Drake! Where the hell are you?? Cole!!!”

//gunfire and hissing/

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//Com-Sat Transmission : Strike Team/
+Deathwatch Brother-Sergeant Marcus Arrelius+ “Wraith, this is Strike Omega. Requesting permission to engage.”

+Inquisitor Kaede+ “Wraith to Omega. Permission denied.”
//Transmission Ends/
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+Male Voice Beta+ “…on the ceiling!!..”

+Male Voice Alpha+ “I’ve got it. Eat this!!..”

//gunfire, more screaming/

+Male Voice Alpha+ “Emperor dammit, jammed. I’m jammed!”

+Male Voice Beta+ “..Drake?..”

+Male Voice Alpha+ “I’m on it, I’m on it… I repeat.. This is Captain..”

+Male Voice Beta+ “..behind you!!..”

+Female Voice Gamma+ “Praetorius!!”

+Male Voice Alpha+ “What the??”

//gunfire, cackling, wet tearing sound and loud male screams/
//Increased static on transmission/
//Screams/

+Inhuman Voice+ “..I ssscratch, I ssscratch… such eyesssss.. my crow..”

//continued screaming trailing to whimper/
//shouting/

+Male Voice Beta+ “..don’t.. //static/…clear shot..”

+Female Voice Gamma+ “..he’s dead anyway”

//heavy gunfire, wet splattering sound, inhuman shrieking/
//heavy static on transmission/
//shouting, screams/
//continued gunfire/
//heavy static on transmission/

//silence/

//Muffled scraping sounds/

+Female Voice Gamma+ //labored breathing/ “..this is Dice Horvae.. they’re gone.. they’re all gone.. torn to pieces… I’m hurt bad, bleeding out.. one shell left..”

//static/

+Female Voice Gamma+ “…do not come here..”

//slow, heavy footsteps, hissing/
//painful groan & mechanical click/

+Inhuman Voice+ “Eyesssss.. my dear crow.. my dear… such pretty, pretty eyesssss”

+Female Voice Gamma+ “..ugly whore-son…got..something for you..”

//gunshot, then silence/

//inhuman laughter/

+Inhuman Voice+ “We shall dansss, dansss you and I, when the Pearl of Dread can sssee, and the threshold shall be no more…”

//Wet, choking, gurgling sounds and inhuman maniacal laughter>

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//Com-Sat Transmission : Officer in Command/
+Inquisitor Kaede+ “This is Wraith. Strike team authorised to engage. Exterminatus Extremis.”

+Deathwatch Brother-Sergeant Marcus Arrelius+ “Strike Omega acknowledges. We shall descend upon wings of fire. The Emperor protects.”
//Transmission Ends/
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+++Transcription Ends+++

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It is the 41st Millennium…

For more than a hundred centuries, the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies.

He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day so that he may never truly die.

Yet in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the Daemon-infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomicon, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor’s will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever vigilant Inquisition and the Tech-Priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus, to name but a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants, and worse.

To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruellest and most bloody regime imaginable.

Yet you are not just any individual – you are an explorer aboard a Rogue Trader ship with authority and freedom far beyond the comprehension of the masses. Empowered by an ancient warrant of trade and a warp-capable ship, you venture into the uncharted voids, discovering new worlds, lost civilisations, and bizarre alien technology. Fortune and glory are yours for the taking. Rogue Traders stand on the threshold of unlimited opportunity and innumerable dangers…