Spawn of the Void – Arriving in Barraman

The following the the pre-game narrative for a campaign entitiled Spawn of the Void.  To read the prologue, click here.

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The Indomitable Zeal translated back to real space with a shudder and a groan.  Sometimes Shamus thought the old cruiser was not going to make it through the harsh contact with real space.  But such doubt was not handled with compassion by Inquisitor Francisco.  Shamus and the other members of the Inquisitors retinue gathered in the ships main holodeck.  It was finally time for the inquisitor to fill them in on just what monstrosity they were facing this time.

Donivan and Arthur joined Shamus at the edge of the table.  He had grown to like the two fools over those long weeks in the warp.  Arthur was a marksmen, which meant he preferred to keep the enemy at a distance.  And Arthur considered most people enemies.  Donivan on the other hand was the group’s expert scout.  A previous life spent stealing and avoiding the Arbites had left Donivan with a skill set that even the fabled Tanith regiment would admire.

As the three were about to get into their usual banter, Inquisitor Francisco entered the deck.  Tapping a few controls on the side of the holo projector, the machine flickered to life.  “This gentlemen, is the Damocles Gulf”.  With a few more adjustments, a little blue indicator popped onto the image.  “And this is our current location” Francisco added.  The image zoomed into to show them the system they emerged into.  “We have exited the warp in the Barraman System.   This system is just on Imperial side of the of the ongoing Damocles Campaign, so we should hopefully avoid any contact with the blasted Tau.”

Another icon popped onto the image, this time in red.  “And that is the Spawn of the Void.  It is currently drifting through the system near Barraman VI.  Our projections put it coming into the gravitational pull of the planet.  This doesn’t pose much risk to the hulk, but it will slow its drift for approximately 12 hours.  That is our chance to safely get on board, reach our objective, and get out.”

Arthur couldn’t bite his tongue any longer, “And just what is our objective Francisco?  Why the hell are we skirting a full scale war with those blasted Tau to try to get onto this bloody hulk?  The damned thing is probably crawling with orks.  This sector is loaded with them.”

Francisco turn his stare to Arthur.  “Because this ‘damned thing’ has the ability to produce a signal that not even the most skill mechanicum adept or astropath can replicate.  Imagine the ability to send messages across the imperium.  Messages that are reliable.  Messages that arrive within hours of transmission, not weeks.  Imagine what we could do with that technology. “

“My previous scans of the hulk located a dozen sources of the signal.  These sources are scattered thought the hulk in large chambers.  We will need to locate these sources and find a way to remove them from the hulk.  Once aboard, we will place these devices into stasis chambers for safe transport away from the system.”

“Sounds like another job for me” Donivan chimed in.  “Shouldn’t be too much trouble.  Those hulks have a similar setup to the under hive I grew up in.  All twisted metal passages.  This should be a walk in the park.”  Everyone at the table glared at Donivan.  The fool probably just killed them all by saying that.

Something seemed off to Shamus.  “What’s the catch Francisco?  You mean to tell me that there is some machine on this hunk of metal that can send signals across whole sectors and we are the only ones smart enough to find it?  You have the devil’s luck Francisco, but even you are not that damned lucky.”

Francisco turned to Shamus, “You’re right.  We aren’t the only ones who have come to wrestle this prize from the grip of the hulk.  We aren’t even the only ones from the Imperium that have come.”  Once again, Francisco adjusted the holo projector.  Symbols began to pop up all over the system.  Symbols representing orks proliferated the screen.  Scattered amongst them were symbols for eldar, tau, necrons, tyranids, and many other imperial forces.

“Why are they all waiting” Donivan asked?

“They are waiting for the same window we are” responded Shamus.  “We are going to have to fight our way to the hulk.  And probably fight our way through it.  Doesn’t make much sense for us to be fighting the other imperial forces though.”

Francisco sighed.  “Some of our brothers seek to destroy these broadcasting devices in their ignorance.  Others, more radical elements, seek to claim them as a personal prize.  Something to use to boost their own success while other parts of the Imperium suffer.  It is our jobs to save them from their selves.  By force, if necessary.”