The following is the prologue to a one day narrative event. Multiple armies will be battling it out to try to claim the tightly held prizes from the depths of this space hulk. Some armies seek to claim these treasures for their own personal gain. Others have strict orders from their superiors to secure the hulk and await for other forces to arrive to handle the extraction. Lastly, some more renegade factions seek to destroy the hulk and it’s prizes in an effort to deny their foes from gaining the possibly destructive powers hidden within. Participants to this event will need to write their own short back story explaining their forces motivation within this event (stories should be loosely based around the previously listed motivations). The previous saga of Shamus can be found here.
Shamus McCraken stretched his arms and gazed around the smoky crew quarters of the Indomitable Zeal. He had been stuck on this strike cruiser off and on for 3 years now. After his brush with the Minotaurs and Dark Angels, he didn’t have much of a purpose again. The Minotaurs, after much interrogations, had cleared him of any heresy and left him back at the Imperial staging point on Orvis IV. He tried to re-unite with his regiment from Verdan III, but was shocked to learn the entire regiment was lost to the ork Waaagh. He actually got a chuckle when he found his name listed among the dead.
He spent several weeks in the staging area. Shamus only really had two professions at this point, farmer and solider. And since Orvis IV was a warzone and not an agri world, he went back to doing the only thing that made sense to him. So, he started tagging along with other guard squads as they were deployed. Eventually they all started asking where he came from. Shamus didn’t want to get into all the business with his old sergeant and the Adeptus Astartes. He would slip away in the night once the other guardsmen’s curiosity started to get to overwhelming. But as the campaign inevitably went in the Imperiums favor, there were less and less forces to try to blend in with.
That is when he met Inquisitor Francisco. He had noticed Francisco around several of the command tents throughout the campaign. He seemed to get under the skin of the officers, which was just fine by Shamus. What wasn’t fine was when Shamus noticed that Francisco started to question all the other guardsmen Shamus had been serving with over those few weeks.
Eventually the Inquisitor corned Shamus directly. Shamus had to admit, this man was pretty sharp. He had already pieces together Shmaus’ involvement with the Minotaurs and his brush with the Dark Angels. He was primarily interested in Shamus’ old sergeant. Shamus was reluctant to talk until Francisco offered Shamus something he could not refuse. Purpose. Francisco offered to take Shamus with him off this world as part of his retinue in exchange for whatever information Shamus had.
That’s how Shamus ended up here, in the strike cruiser of Inquistor Francisco. Sometimes he had trouble believing it himself. He had seen a fair amount of action after joining the Inquisitor. He had grown a grudging respect for the man and the other members of the retinue he had served with. He often came out from his quarters in the evening to swap war stories with the other unfortunate souls.
This evening’s discussion was focused on the legend of the Spawn of the Void. According to Arthur, it is a veritable cornucopia of lost treasures. Then again Arthur was a former hive ganger, and would tell you he once shook hands with The Emperor if he thought you would believe him. The pessimist of the group, Donivan, swore he was part of a salvage crew that spotted the infamous hulk once. When there ship got close, their asupex light up with signatures. Donivan swore he could hear the orks bellowing before their ship finally aborted their approach to the hulk.
There was one thing that Shamus could say definitively about the Spawn of the Void. It was somehow able to broadcast a signal. The Inquisitor apparently once managed to scan the hulk before it fell into the void. It gave of a unique vox signature and psychic signature. This signatures were unique in two ways. They were low intensity, so you had to know what you were looking for if you stood a chance at finding them. Second, they seemed to be incredibly long ranged, able to be detected from sectors away. This alone was worth of investigation.
Last month, the Spawn of the Void had fallen out of the void near the Damocles Gulf. When word reach Inquisitor Francisco, they had re-routed the Indomitable Zeal. Shamus and the other crew were not able to get much more information out of Francisco about their specific mission goals. All he knew was this was damned important to the Inquisitor. Francisco promised that he would give them a detailed mission brief when they arrived in the system.
That never sat well with Shamus. He had learned a few things about Franscico. One of those things was the more dangerous the mission, the less Francisco would tell them before they deployed. But there was nothing Shamus could do now but sit back and take a swig of the cheap amesec they had on board. Just two more months before they were supposed to be in system.
Donivan and Arthur were still going on about the Spawn of the Void. Shamus was so bored of their story, he finally felt forced to interject something of his own to change the subject. Grinning and leaning into the table, Shamus said “Enough of this shit about the Spawn of the Void. Did I ever tell you guys about the time I saw Fransico steal a land raider from the Ultramarines?”