Warhammer: from Bounty Hunter to Founding a Rogue Trader Dynasty

Of course, if you go to Warhammer, you have to chop off the head of the old K🐶 to make a bowl, strip off the feathers of Tzeentch and light the fire, steal the cauldron of Nurgle, dismantle the bones and make soup, and finally make Salish roll her eyes and stick out her tongue.

Rogue Traders were essentially the same as the conquerors, privateers, and explorers of the Age of Discovery, except that they replaced sailing ships with starships, and replaced gunpowder and lead bullets with lasers and explosive bombs. They were passionate about exploration, adventure, and finding new worlds for their empire, and hoped to become rich overnight in the process. The Rogue Traders were the Empire's Faustian form of unofficial foreign trade that had existed since the days of the Emperor, as the High Lords of Terra realized that the Empire was simply too big to control many areas and situations. By allowing the Rogue Traders to trade with planets and even species that remained on the fringes of Terra's purview, the Imperium could maintain at least some tenuous influence over what happened outside. "Are you ready, children?!" The Rogue Traders have almost complete discretion in their transactions. As long as they do things that are beneficial to the Empire (or at least convince the Inquisitors that these things are beneficial to the Empire), they can do whatever they want. Therefore, under normal circumstances, except for the highest authority in the Empire-such as the Inquisition or the High Lords Council-no government organization has the authority to issue an arrest warrant for the Rogue Traders. From this point of view, the power held by Rogue Traders seems to be incredible, but only fools will abuse this privilege, because they are engaged in high-risk gray industries after all, and it is not easy for the empire to arrange charges or let them "encounter accidents". But it is not that easy What is more interesting is that the Rogue Trader and the Inquisitor often exchange vests and use each other. Using the identity of a Rogue Trader as a cover to conduct investigations has almost become the standard operating procedure for Inquisitors when they are out in the field, and many Rogue Traders simply use this trick to pretend to be Inquisitors to swindle money until they are discovered and executed/incorporated by a real Inquisitor. In many cases, the only difference between a Rogue Trader and an interstellar smuggler is a trade permission order (Warrant Of Trade): This certificate issued based on a decree written by the Emperor himself gives its holder staggering freedom and power. The holder can not only sail freely within and outside the empire, trade with aliens, but even - on the premise of paying taxes on time - can establish his own small kingdom. It's basically the space version of a 16th-century British privateer's license, except that it's not issued by the Queen of England but by the golden-armored Space Jesus. Trade licenses are hereditary, which means that descendants of the Rogue Trader can inherit this power, thus creating dynasties of Rogue Traders. The oldest Rogue Trader family today can be traced back to the Great Crusade.

As a rogue trader, the protagonist should marry, and there will be countless women who want to seduce nobles and powerful men. Asking for your thoughts from family members, which of the following three types do you want to see the most: A. Single heroine: evenly matched and supporting each other. B. Multiple heroines: Incarnate as Commissar Kane, bring an untouchable, what is the corruption of Slaanesh? The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. I want to save the girls in a dark and desperate world. C. No heroine: Women delay me from drawing my sword, no, it's the speed of my practice. I just want to pursue the mysteries of subspace and keep my spiritual pets as companions. Feedback is welcome.

After reading it, I felt that it was different from what I knew, so I went directly to the hacking library to troll the official website. The translation by Warhammer Translator Ting Pijing, the boss of Station B, is as follows, thank you boss. "Wraith Bone Phoenix" Chapter 29 Homeless Former Ensign Glorian Finn stopped on the mile-long staircase leading to the door at the foot of the maintenance building. The rags wrapped tightly around his abdomen made him breathless, but the discomfort was necessary. If he didn't button his clothes properly, how could he convince the guards that he was an active-duty lieutenant in the Imperial Navy? The rain filled his boots and his hair was soaked. He kept pushing his long hair to one side, trying his best to imitate the side-swept hairstyle he wore in the military. From time to time he stopped to take a breath and looked back at the steep stairs. There is no one here. The phantom afterimages of his loved ones were clearly tired of following him. His scalp was numb and he was shaking, and Finn took a deep breath. His knees squeaked as he forced himself to climb up the next step, rain running down his face, and the weight of his school bag bent his shoulders. He tried to focus on the door above, thinking about reciting what he would say when he got there. "Ahem, yes! I am Glorian Finn, a mid-level officer from that distinguished naval family. Oh, you haven't heard of me? Yeah, young man. Anyway, I'm here to clear this place... No,... I mean, to pay my respects to this heroic battleship before it rests in peace. Can I come in? - No, not like this!" You idiot, be tough, otherwise they won't believe you. Tell them, 'I demand that you escort me aboard, immediately! " Once approaching an officer, he threatens to detonate explosives and then coerces hostages into the frigate. The sound of rain turns into the hoarse words of his brother Vano. "Brother, where is your entourage? Why wasn't your arrival notified in advance? Why would a distinguished naval officer enter a cargo channel on foot? The guards will see you for what you really are, a smelly beggar stuffed in a theater costume. " Glorian staggered up the steps. His previous pilgrimage made him familiar with this feeling. The double shadow and blurred rain prevented him from seeing how many guards stood on the high wall. He stared at the steps under his feet. The hammering in his mind made him wonder if he heard the warning asking him to stop and explain his purpose. Maybe they had shot him. He might have become a A disembodied ghost, the body fell at the foot of the stairs. He finally walked to the door and stood for a while. Finn took a deep breath, and for a moment he thought he might faint, but then he knocked on the door several times before he found that the door lock was broken. "Is there anyone...? " When he walked in, the things under his feet made a "crunching sound" " sound. A robed figure lay at the foot of the stairs leading to the tower. Finn asked if he could escort him to their superiors. He waited a few seconds, but he received no answer. The door was unlocked and the guard lay on the ground. Again, it was the God-Emperor's blessing. Not wanting to wake the men, Finn tiptoed through Through an arch, he found himself in the yard of the shipyard. The dazzling light illuminated the broken track. This dilapidated frigate was much smaller than the star castle that once docked between the star fields, but Finn could not help but be shocked by the size of the ship. Its bridge command deck was missing. The star castle that his mother ruled was as majestic as it was unforeseen. The ground seemed to grab Finn's feet. He gasped, raised his right foot forward, and then raised his left foot. There seemed to be no one around, but it took him a few seconds to find the source of the sound. An injured figure in a scarlet robe was lying on the ground beside a pile of rubble, and he stopped again. Looking again, it was a young woman with a serious face who was speaking to a device, which turned her voice into the binary noise of the Adeptus Mechanicus. "The system has been controlled. Thank you, Lieutenant Colonel Udolpho. But I say again, we don't need any help--" she said intermittently, clutching her stomach, and a puddle of black water gathered on her belly. Finally, she lay on her back and never got up. Finn backed out, carrying his heavy luggage and continuing to walk forward through the empty courtyard. He was close to the stern of the ship, where you could see that a promethium pipe had not been laid. It was like a giant headless snake draped over the edge of a mile-long pit in which the hulk teetered. The smell of grease seemed to brighten Glorian's senses. Once the pump started, a large amount of promethium poured into the pit. It seemed that no one around him could stop him. He also saw the tree-like pillars supporting the hulk. He didn't know how violently it would take for some of them to fall and the whole hulk to fall into the lake of fire. He still remembered the blazing flames in the dream, but this time, the screaming shadows would be the heretics and criminals and the dirty treasures they were looking for. Burn. He vaguely remembered the knowledge he learned in the military academy. He knew the location and structure of the plasma generator, the fuel reservoir and the vent valve. Finn walked across the courtyard and walked towards the hulk. Rozlin was dizzy and her ears were filled with dust. "Have you got the treasure? " Rozlyn threw the broken servo skull at his feet. The bones shattered all over the floor. She kicked an exposed wetware processor pool to the floor. "Oh, it doesn't look like it. " Claude finally said. Rozlyn stared at the floor. "It was instilled with command protocols to protect its contents from non-Imperial thieves and thieves like us. If we follow that thing, it will definitely find other ways to kill us. I should have thought of it before I chose to connect the machine soul component of the hulk to that thing. But that doesn't matter now. " Claude said thoughtfully. "Then can I draw such a conclusion? We don't have any way to immediately retrieve the spiritual bone Phoenix? " Claude staggered away. Rozlin paced behind him. The seats that had survived Ogryn's rage had been crushed by the falling masonry from the ceiling. But the huge organ was still intact except for a few pipes leaning to one side. "Such a noise may have alerted the law enforcers. " Claude raised a hell gun. He looked at the cut power cord and threw the weapon aside in annoyance. Rozlin picked up the communication headset and found that the communication channel had been disconnected. "I heard them talking to the commander. She has been covering for the Ember Brotherhood. We have to assume that Immortan Joe's people have discovered this by now. Regardless, they'll probably send another team over soon. " Claude took off the tabletop mounted on the wall. "Did you hear what I just said, Claude? If Immortal Joe's men find you here, they'll take your head in exchange for a bounty. I doubt they will listen to me. Especially when they knew the entire recovery team had been infiltrated. " "You are overthinking again, Rozlin. " "I didn't think too much about anything, Claude. Throne, didn't you hear what I just said? " Ogryn shouldered the table like a shield. His broad body rested on the remains of a tear-stained statue of the martyr. "Claude. We have to get out of here. No matter who it is, they will come to the last known location of the Servo Skull, fully armed, which is here. " Claude took off the communicator from his belt and pointed to the nave, as if he was taking Rozlin around leisurely. The size of the entire church is to remind the Imperial Navy believers of the importance of faith. Oglin's voice echoed through the sky. "Its scale provides a space for ordinary people to think. "He adjusted the receiver of his earphones. He seemed happy to hear an open channel signal. "This is the place with the best voice reception on the whole ship. If we wait here, we are most likely to receive a call from Baljit. " He nodded toward her, his expression calm and collected. Rozlyn took Ogryn's hand, his knuckles like knotted cable. "He doesn't have a communicator," she said. "We can't reach him. He'll want us gone, Claude. Get off this ship before it's too late. If Basset contacted us after we got out, we might be better able to help him get out. But we must not sit idly by as we are now. " Claude looked confused. "But that's what I'm going to do now. I mean, if Baggett says he will contact us, then he will definitely contact us. "Ogryn calmed down and stared at the broken door ahead. "He knows what he is doing, Rozlin, I know this better than anyone else. " "You saw it, Claude. He was completely relying on feeling now. " Claude shook his head. "No. He always has a plan. While plans are never perfect, they are often our best chance. No matter how fanciful it seemed at the time. " "Do you still believe him? After he lied to you about what happened between me and him? " "We've been through a lot, Rozlyn... I never believed he could go crazy. But I have to admit, this is sometimes easier said than done. You see, it's easy for a mentally retarded person like me to believe blindly. "Ogryn sighed, "Sometimes I think it's better to be an idiot who doesn't know anything. " Rozlin shook Claude and tried to wake him up. "What if Basset is dead? " Claude thought for a moment. "Then there's no point in me leaving, right? " Rozlyn turned around, she couldn't stand Claude's determined look. She could see the dark and empty passage behind the broken door. It was the only way for her to accept Immortal Joe's employment again, and that was assuming that he would let her come back after everything she had gone through. "You go, Rozlyn," Claude said. "If I leave you here, Basset will kick my ass. " Claude sat there, carved out of the rock, like some pot-bellied warrior from the Ogryn legends that thrilled Roslin as a child. He leaned on his ax and shield, gleefully awaiting death and fate's final offer. Claude's stomach whined with hunger. Rozlin fumbled in her pocket and pulled out a square piece of carbohydrate. "Catch it," she said, throwing the snack high and Claude caught it from the air. "Remember our first time? "She sat down next to him. "We are in the cargo hold of a transport ship, waiting for Basset to return in the smuggling ship. " She loosened the pistol and checked the battery. Claude scratched his head. "There are six miles of water between him and the coastline. We don't know exactly how he came back. She looked up at Claude. "But eventually, he came back, so I guess he knew what he was doing, right?" " "Know how to use what doesn't exist to overcome existing obstacles. Baggett has clearly understood this principle. I have a lot of theories about this too, but every time I try to share it with him, he tells me to stuff my sock in my mouth. " "Share it with me, man," she said. "I think we still have a little time. " Claude started his chatter, and Rozlin kept part of her attention on the public channel.

Why are you making things difficult for me! ! ! My license was issued by the war commander! !

Strange, this comment doesn't have Warhammer and it can't have a female protagonist🤡

Is it the Von Valanthius dynasty, do you have the C'tan shard too?

It's so unpopular that it made me, a foreigner, top up my money for the first time.

The characters currently appearing are all so normal. There are too few Dingluo characters. I wish I could be more devilish.

Very well written Warhammer fan, support 😁

Is this gone? I thought I could write about the protagonist becoming a god, but it would be over so soon

There is no problem with the writing and plot, and there are also a lot of money writers jumping out, rushing to shout for the inner volume of the God Emperor that sells feelings But the first volume is too slow, resulting in poor data.

Instead, you can build a huge bionic brain, maintain it with biotechnology, link it to a human skull (the skull will be deformed if invaded by subspace), and use a servitor to operate it as a biological computer. This should avoid the drawbacks of artificial intelligence.

Although it basically conforms to the setting of the Warhammer world view, the protagonist's combat power still increases too quickly.

Author, why do you have time to reply? Just update more. Why don't you update so well?

The author actually likes to see the kind of protagonist who silently makes a fortune. Don't let too many demons notice the protagonist in the early stage. It doesn't matter if the protagonist becomes stronger later. It's interesting to explore and take risks while growing up. The above are my personal suggestions and opinions for reference only

It is recommended to add some development and farming. In the early stage, you can slowly trade and develop a fleet. In the later stage, you can build your own territory and have a foothold.

In fact, there is one thing that I am not very happy about. The protagonist is being watched and calculated by the (subspace demon) boss's men all the time, as if they are studying you all the time. This makes it difficult to make a fortune silently. Various events come to the protagonist one after another, although crises and opportunities coexist.

It seems that I have never seen anyone write about voting for chaos.

Will this be an Easter egg plot for Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader? I just finished playing this game. Is there any way to get a Nomos and use it as a star god to strengthen my own combat power? 🙂

Can the protagonist get the fragments of the Star God? 🙂 The power of a fragment can be transformed into a god in the physical world.

When you are a rogue trader, if you don't get some industrial stars, you just hope that someone will choke you when you buy them, and you will die.

It's too soon. Is it going to end?

Did Macarius have the authority to issue a grant of perpetual prescription?

Some family members said they could not see the group number, 622855508. Anyone who wants to chat about this book or Warhammer is welcome to join the group.

By the way, does the Ancient Sage look like a lizard or a toad?

It's not like 40k, it's more like apocalyptic survival

Author, your writing is good, but can you improve your commas and paragraphing? One sentence is divided into several paragraphs, which is really tiring to read, and sometimes there are grammatical errors that make it difficult to make sense! 😅

The big collector collects Krocs, right? The ancient orcs should be weaker than this, right?