A most traditional clusterfuck. In space. Someone wanted to mention war, too.
Salvador Blach (RT1)
Wake up. Clean guns. Think about the monster that killed your wife. Smile at the thought of shooting him in the face.
Archmilitant Rank 1
XP to Spend: 50
XP Spent: 4950
Origin Path: Forge World → Stubjack → Crusade (Chasing The Enemy) → Calamity → Vengeance
Fate Points: 2/2
Common Lore (Int):
– Tech (Basic)
– Machine Cult (Basic)
– War (Trained)
Dodge (Ag) (Trained)
Intimidate (S) (Trained)
Scholastic Lore (Int)
– Tactica Imperialis (Trained)
Secret Tongue (Int)
– Military (Trained)
Speak Language (Int)
– Low Gothic (Trained)
Talents & Traits
Hatred (Nergle Cultists)
Hatred (Porthus the Pusbag)
Basic Weapon Training (Universal)
Pistol Weapon Training (Universal)
Melee Weapon Training (Universal)
Thrown Weapon Training (Universal)
Nerves of Steel
Bolt Pistol [x2]
“Absolution” Sniper Rifle
Bolt Shell Keepsake
Enforcer Light Carpace
Ambidextrous (200 xp)
Awareness (100 xp)
Chasing The Enemy (150xp)
Excerpt from the personal data slate of Salvador Bach, Date [OMITTED]
Let’s talk about revenge.
Your average person will say it doesn’t solve anything. Revenge doesn’t bring back the ones you love, it doesn’t fix your somewhat cracked mental state, and it certainly doesn’t make the scars left behind on your body heal.
These people are idiots. Revenge doesn’t bring anybody back, but closure makes you feel better in the long run.
They ask me sometimes, “Hey Salvador. Why’d you join up with a Rogue Trader? Didn’t you serve with the PDF? Why didn’t a guy like you go off to selection for selection in the IG?”
The right answer would be to tell them the truth.
I’d tell them, “Well, I watched a small section of my homeworld get swallowed up in a biological attack. I saw a bunch of lunatics worshiping the living embodiment of the common cold sacrifice the people I love so they could have bigger boils than everyone else. I watched a bunch of plague marines – actual plague marines – murder my neighbors and family. I watched one personally snuff out my wife with some sort of toxin while going on about being reborn. I joined the trader so I could find him. Because I owe him. I owe him pain, and I will find him. That’s why, damn profit and adventure.”
Nah. I know better. I tell them the lie that let’s them think I’m not damaged.
“I like money. The trader is guaranteed to pull some in. How is this a question?”