Generally actions will be taken in a sensible fashion. I recall one quest where the players forgot to include a techmarine in a deployment and the QM punished them by have a character moan about having no techmarines etc. I thought that was quite silly really, and I'm not really interested in micromanagement like that. I'd also say that you have a tendency to want to specify things, and I think it would be easier for you to be more general. Unless a specific battleplan is required, the marines will just do what seems sensible to them.
I'm willing to try to integrate something like that for the Equipment Plan but I'm not sure what you'd want to really look for, don't STC's tend to make only one kind of item if I recall, like Spoons or Tanks say?We might be able to find an STC for the Lion forge to reduce development time by half the required amount of turns.
Suuuuurrrreee yea that could work. Dependant on rolls thoughWe might be able to find an STC for the Lion forge to reduce development time by half the required amount of turns.
not necessarily, it's a template, you could have a town planning stc or a public transport stc, it most commonly used with items sure, but the dark age of tech humans would have standardised other things too.I'm willing to try to integrate something like that for the Equipment Plan but I'm not sure what you'd want to really look for, don't STC's tend to make only one kind of item if I recall, like Spoons or Tanks say?
Two learning actions and Amra personal action it is then.
A good one may just solve a lot of those logistic issues we got concerning production but first geneseed.not necessarily, it's a template, you could have a town planning stc or a public transport stc, it most commonly used with items sure, but the dark age of tech humans would have standardised other things too.
In this case, you might get an stc which is for extremely complex manufacturing sites, which would moderately reduce the amount of time, or you might get one which is a ceramite bending machine or something which would reduce it further because that would speed up building armour. With a crit, you might find an stc for making something else cool, it depends really.
The kingmaker was a explorator battleship, it's going to have a lot of stuff in it
Could vote for my plan [ ] Plan Expanding Empire. It's got [ ] Genewrights x2 for that instant 100 Astartes and faster Astartes production, [ ] Mechanicus Expansion for an additional Stewardship AP we could use for more production on any of the Power Armour actions or the Lion Forge, and we're hoping to get Tilea, the Border Princes, and the Badlands for any extra mines the AdMech can get. More Stewardship!A good one may just solve a lot of those logistic issues we got concerning production but first geneseed.
Eh whatever I am not in a mood to do planning.Could vote for my plan [ ] Plan Expanding Empire. It's got [ ] Genewrights x2 for that instant 100 Astartes and faster Astartes production, [ ] Mechanicus Expansion for an additional Stewardship AP we could use for more production on any of the Power Armour actions or the Lion Forge, and we're hoping to get Tilea, the Border Princes, and the Badlands for any extra mines the AdMech can get. More Stewardship!
Also getting Tilea and the Border Princes means more Astartes recruits, which also synergizes with the results of Genewrights.
Yeah, tbh I'm not sure how Kabor could IC ameliorate the tensions over the noble houses wanting more autonomy. The ideal solution would be for him to do complex political plays where he exchanges more centralization for other things, but I'm not sure if he's gone local enough for that yet or if he has the ability to. Else if, we might just end up with civil war as the Astartes brute forces them to stand down.Eh whatever I am not in a mood to do planning.
[X] Plan Expanding Empire
Actually your plan doesn't include any that would ameliorate the Empire's tensions just identify them.
We can just ask our GM.Yeah, tbh I'm not sure how Kabor could IC ameliorate the tensions over the noble houses wanting more autonomy. The ideal solution would be for him to do complex political plays where he exchanges more centralization for other things, but I'm not sure if he's gone local enough for that yet or if he has the ability to. Else if, we might just end up with civil war as the Astartes brute forces them to stand down.
Yeah, tbh I'm not sure how Kabor could IC ameliorate the tensions over the noble houses wanting more autonomy. The ideal solution would be for him to do complex political plays where he exchanges more centralization for other things, but I'm not sure if he's gone local enough for that yet or if he has the ability to. Else if, we might just end up with civil war as the Astartes brute forces them to stand down.
Marines opinion makes it a no and Manfred's mole as the leader of the guild means an inevitable fight.EDIT: Unrelated but I really wish we had some means to negotiate with the Middenhiem Guild Of Magic other than through silenced firearms.
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I do not like begging, but I feel if I do not I will have in some sense not done all I could to support a great thing when I saw it, not been willing to truly suffer for it as it were. So I do beg. This quest has been a very well-run ship who's lost much of it's crew to overly squeeze a metaphor.
We are floundering a bit from lack of votes and perhaps from a lack of good write-in ideas.
Y'all have all voted before and some among you even proposed plans and not to my memory declared any desire to avoid the quest indefinitely, is there any chance you might have an opinion of these matters?
If not such is more than okay, though if you wish to pile scorn for being sent a message please keep it towards myself alone unless the thread you feel could benefit from it such as noting things that discouraged engagement.
Quest wise our currently vexing problems are:
Trying to keep Sigmars Empire from yet another civil war, or if impossible winning it quickly so that it can be colonized in the aftermath.
Trying to prevent a chapter extinction within less than a century. 30 + marines dead in less than a decade in game time is a nasty attrition rate for fellows that take a decade or so to become fully capable
Trying to prevent our polity from becoming feudal in itself tech/supply wise.
For those out of the loop
Currently the Imperium of Mallus controls* almost all the southlands at least in name barring the high elf colonies which are geographically equivalent to the cape, as well as Araby and Nehekara contiguously.
Outside that, most of Norsca, as well as solland(southern empire province) are under imperial control and one dwarven hold was disemboweled and filled with Mechanicus dudes.
Amra is some sort of energy being hiding under a shell of Artificer armor, Settra might be extra dead, Nagash is awake and has returned to Nagashizaar but is not being especially active yet....and who the hell knows what the skaven are doing but chances are high that it is malicous and will actively harm us when we eventually find out.
Yeah, tbh I'm not sure how Kabor could IC ameliorate the tensions over the noble houses wanting more autonomy. The ideal solution would be for him to do complex political plays where he exchanges more centralization for other things, but I'm not sure if he's gone local enough for that yet or if he has the ability to. Else if, we might just end up with civil war as the Astartes brute forces them to stand down.
Yea while there are was you might soothe them, historically when centralisation has taken place there's been other stuff to offer. FOr example when the british aristocracy transformed from feudal lords into tenanted landlords and political figures. There's a constant struggle in feudal systems where every party is trying to accumulate as much power and security as possible. The problem here is that the Astartes gaining power inevitably means someone loses it, in this case the landed aristocracy, lower feudal lords, independant counts, and knightly orders. A peasant with a lasgun isn't as threatening to the churches as it is to highly trained knights in very shootable armour.@FractiousDay can actions with the witch hunters or knight orders cool down tensions?
I would say that while encouraging people is fine, ultimately if people don't want to participate that's up to them. It's certainly easier to write when there are interested participants, but I do want to be respectful of people who don't want to particuipate for whatever reason.I do not like begging, but I feel if I do not I will have in some sense not done all I could to support a great thing when I saw it, not been willing to truly suffer for it as it were. So I do beg. This quest has been a very well-run ship who's lost much of it's crew to overly squeeze a metaphor.
We are floundering a bit from lack of votes and perhaps from a lack of good write-in ideas.
There is, to be fair, an inherant contradition between them somewhat. That's what I enjoy, I like poking at such things, but fair enough really.Sorry bro I'm a fan of FractiousDay quests but I couldn't get over the juxtaposition of 40k and fantasy.
Power weapons, including whips, do the whole matter disintergration thing or however they work. They do exist, but you're meaning basically a taser on a whip right? I imagine such a device is known of in the Imperium, among the Rough Riders for example. I also suspect the Metallican tech priests woudl have the ability to build them. Metallica is after all the electrican world, just like Ryza does plasma.I was about to propose electro whips in the same category but the wiki reminded my silly brain that those are not pieces of *imperial* wargear. Power Whips seem to get a brief mention, but if they actually exist I don't think we'd trust them with something that powerful ha.
Ultimately it's a limitation of who you are. Your dilpomatic elements aren't strong enough or autonomous enough to do it, and all the Marines see is a gathering of rouge pyskers and witches. If you'd picked Inquisition at the start sure, but not here. It's really just that the marines wouldn't even think of that. Why would they even need to talk to them? From their perspective they wouldn't.EDIT: Unrelated but I really wish we had some means to negotiate with the Middenhiem Guild Of Magic other than through silenced firearms.
The Border Principalities were as always ever changing. Self declared petty princes and lords warring over land they will just as likely lose in the next season. So numerous were these warlords, gambling rings in the drunken taverns and coaching inns of the Border Princes would earn easy coin on whether the number of fledgling princes was greater or lower come the agreed upon time by the gambler.
T'was a petty realm belonging to one dubbed the black prince that would be one of the rare few that would remain untouched. Belonging to the mysterious figure called Gashnag, he would be lauded and lionised by bards and troubadours for his greatness especially the curse that made him elusive to his subjects.
Though with life such as it was in the border princes they were happy enough just paying their dues to their sovereign rather than worry about such inconsequential matters when rival princes who were planning to invade and sack their home ended up with their heads on spikes in the village square or rival towns had their livestock hunted by wolf packs.
Consequently this tiny kingdom saw new growth at the chance of peace and security despite the dreary atmosphere. So when strange sounds or light are seen or heard in their lord's castle that would soon receive visitors from the mysterious Golden Sons the onlookers would swear there was a ''golden metal box' spewing flames in the sky! Said box landed during the night with ear splitting noise inside the castle grounds to the south. From it came the Golden Sons said to be pivotal to reversing the Vampire Wars in the Empire's favor.
"I must say my esteemed lords, you sure do know how to make such an entrance." said the castellan as he led the Golden Giants into his lord's hall while the quiet ambiance of the castle would be filled by the stomping of armored boots forged among the stars.
The leading Golden Giant lead his fellow giants who marched behind silently nonchalantly replied, "The Sons of Dorn go where they're needed."
Marius had not much to say on that while noting the panoply of these giants especially their leader who had runes etched in his. Theirs clearly rivaled the armory of elves and dwarves and with the rumors he heard and what his master had to say about them, they were the new rising power. Will they spit on his hospitality when they know his true nature and lay waste to this hamlet?
Such was not his concern he thought as he opened the door to the main hall and let them into a room of fine banquet table laid out for a feast with expensive tableware, vintages, sweet meats and many other delicacies. He had a rather peaceful life managing a dreary castle with not much need for guards and he'd continue to do so until he nears the end of his life.
With a gesture towards the table he said "You may wait here my lord will see you soon, partake in the hospitality of my lord for food and drink has been provided but...." he gestured toward their armor, "I'm afraid with your current garments you would break the chairs as soon as you sit upon them."
Rather than taking offense, they all laughed boisterously as if it was a funny joke told during serious moments. Their leader most of all laughed in a way through his helmet that Marius could've sworn something more than human from his voice before gently patting the castellan on the shoulder and said "It is no matter castellan. We shall enjoy your lord's hospitality while standing. Tell him we are waiting for him."
Simply nodding, Marius sauntered away from the giants and left to inform his lord while the giants relaxed and enjoyed themselves in orderly fashion. Trading war stories while drinking and eating, it was only their leader and couple who didn't take off his helmet but joined in their conversation.
The door opened and the fireplace would flicker almost as if a dark presence emerged as the door creaked open fully to reveal a ragged slouching figure covered in tattered black robes with a human silver mask for a face with only the eye slits hinting something monstrous in this strange figure who proceeded to bow towards the giants in a bent manner. This was Gashnag the so called Black Prince. Their host had arrived.
"Welcome to my humble abode, esteemed guests I hope you found my hospitality satisfactory?" said Gashnag as he bent upwards with a gait and then walked closer to the giant's leader while his associates tensed at the appearance of their host but simply stared back as a cautious predator ready to pounce.
Examining them all it was their leader Gashnag looked at the most with a cursory gaze before saying with gasping breath "I heard a lot about you Golden Sons. They say a lot of things about you from the Empire and the Arabyans. Even in the frozen northlands of Norsca they talk of your deeds against enemies both foul, beastly and undead for none are your rivals." with a pause as he took a step back to gesture to the giants he continued on "And what shall I make of your appearance? Not quite any typical human clearly."
He took a step back with a finger covered in rags on his chin in contemplation "And yet some power has elevated you beyond what any sorcerer or so called gods have blessed their own followers with weapons and armor rivalling the dwarves or the elves." he took a step back in curiosity of his guests "But enough about your exploits and to the matter at hand." with a flourish he picked a seat amidst all the standing giants as if it was normal before steepling his garbed hands to his mask. The only hints to the seriousness of the situation seen through eyes in the slits of his mask that looked bestial.
The giant with a helmet like a skull was the first to speak with a gauntleted hand slamming onto the table close to Gashnag who didn't flinch but he instantly froze in response. "We know what you are vampire." growled Natohk. "If it wasn't for the chapter master and the curiosity of my brothers in your aid toward aiding the people of Strigos in reclaiming their lands from the greenskins, I would sooner see you dead and your subjects punished for consorting with a mutant." the hand retracted "Now say your piece to my brothers, why should we spare you and some of your kind from our coming rule?"
Gashnag raised his hands as if in surrender before standing up to remove his mask to reveal a bestial face that looked at the giants with a serious face. "All I ask is that you listen for it is a long tale about my kind especially those of us that are of the Strigoi. Follow me Sons of the Emperor." Gashnag pressed his hand on a switch hidden among a stone wall and it opened to a staircase downwards to unknown secrets ready to be unearthed as Gashnag grabbed a lantern and beckoned the giants to follow into a passageway that expanded into a chamber of peculiar collections of weapons and armor to tapestries and books in stands and display cases. Starting with an icon and numerous jars followed by a bronze khopesh many were familiar with as they fought them before on the sands of Nehekhera against the heretic Settra. "It all started long ago from a civilisation of men great just as they are terrible in their deeds that those you fought as the tomb kings were then the priest kings but it was their fear of death from the strongest and greatest of them all the first priest king Settra that layed the seeds for our existence in the mortuary cult and the second son desiring the throne."
The giants followed behind and Gashnag continued to regale the history of the vampires as they silently listened beckoning to the various trinkets kept here to emphasise his story. Of the Nehekherans a once great human civilisation who begat the founder of necromancy Nagash responsible for much of the maladies that plagued the world besides chaos and the greenskins. From him were the first undead, second the vampires with their bloodlines when they stole the secrets of eternal life for their own in the city of Lamia and then the revival of the priest kings of old when Nagash's deal with the ratmen backfired with treachery and denial of his plans but left what was once a mighty and far flung stronghold to humanity despoiled and rotten.
"The tale you weave vampire is making the case against you. Heretics consorting themselves with forbidden sorcery spawning forth monstrosities does not do your kind any favors." Nahtok growled briefly interrupting Gashnag's story who could only smile sadly and reply "The folly of man is to delve into forbidden secrets we are not meant to know I agree and yet.... here we are you and I." Before he continued he tapped his own chest and then pointed to the giants "There is a markedly huge difference between our creation and yours. Your Emperor is a man of many talents in comparison to Nagash who never made us but as a consequence of nobility experimenting with the scraps of knowledge they can secrete away from his defeat. I know naught of your turning but you were one of them were you not before you were chosen?"
"You dare compare us to your predicament? I should ki--" Nahtok's anger was silenced with a hand raised from the leader who shook his head before turning to Gashnag.
"My brothers have been busy investigating your kind. Causing trouble wherever they appear especially Mannfred and his ilk in Sylvania against the Empire. The witchhunters and your kind's victims have much to say about you and yet...." The leader glowed bright and his armor transformed into a golden and shining figure with wings. Gashnag screamed, crashing and scattering priceless museum pieces as he crawled away from Amra in abject agony from the proximity to what his being deemed to be part of the divine almost as if it knew something that frightened his very being.
"Your intentions in submitting to our will is sincere." Amra's voice boomed as he said it while not taking a step further while watching the vampire squirm as far away from him while covering himself with a cloak to shroud his body from the radiance of Amra. "With my powers I can see into you Gashnag. You have cruelty in you that you reserve for your enemies even as you reserve compassion and generosity to your subjects corrupted as you are by your condition...." the light from this golden being focused onto Gashnag who continued to scream and writhe in agony despite no effect of smoke or heat on his person.
"Answer me truthfully Gashnag and I shall consider your submission. What do you think of the ruinous powers?" the voice echoed as a chorus inquisitively while the light dimmed so as to give the questioner a brief moment of respite who croaked out their reply. "An enemy of us all my lords! We may have left our mortality behind but it is precisely because of our existence that offends them for being unchanging just as much as our own arrogance and decadent pursuits proved our undoing!"
Mustering enough strength he continued to give one more statement to his submission he rasped, "It is why my founder is dead at the machinations of his bitch queen sister Nefereta! The dream of a kingdom free of petty squabbling and foolish politics while it's people do not need to fear us for we feed only on criminals and the kingdom's enemies! Now we are divided and scattered to the corners of the world mortal and vampire alike."
Despite the pain he weakly stood up to kneel shakily in fealty to Amra and said, "I have seen what you have wrought of your coming and recognise the coming of a new power that is yours from the stars and that is why I submit to your authority. What I know and possess will be yours to decide for the future because I know you will aid my people that was of Strigos more than I can. As for my kind if they will not submit I will gladly aid you in wiping out the other bloodlines for what they have done to mine but as for my kin ....." Gashnag could only sadly look at the stone floor before steeling his gaze at Amra who was curious about this vampire's reply. "I will do my best to convince them of the benefit of submission but if they are too degenerated in their ways to not submit than I will end them myself and release them from their madness."
"And Nagash? Would your aid us in his defeat?" asked Amra.
"Yes my lords. He too is a threat to us all brooking no challenger to his authority." replied the Black Prince.
At those words, the light from Amra receded and once more he transformed back into his armor with the wings gone receded into himself.
He held out a hand that Gashnag weakly took before being raised up and Amra gave his reply, "Your words are sincere. I accept your submission and we shall have arrangements for your integration into our ranks as your existence demands safeguards and conditions but first for the rewards of your submission...." Amra turned to a white armored giant. "Do you wish to test that hypothesis of yours Thalis? It may aid in your research."
With a nod Thalis brought out a peculiar instrument to stab his own arm through an opening in his armor before taking a goblet from the table that he proceeded to fill it to the brim with his precious life blood changed and altered by forces beyond human understanding.
The aroma of such a specimen caused Gashnag's mouth to ache eager to satisfy his hunger already weakened by proximity to Amra's surprise who led his weakened body unable to walk to the waiting hands of Thalis holding out the goblet.
His grasp weakening on the goblet he tipped it's contents hungrily into his eager maw in one gulp curious as to what the essence of these giants would do to his already wretched form.
For a moment nothing happened but he dropped the goblet and immediately crashed onto the floor writhing in agony as he screamed with open fangs a pain he never felt in his immortal life. With both hands he grasped his own throat coughing and sputtering while bestial eyes and veins on his twitching body bulged from the infusion of astartes blood mixing with his own changed by Vorag Bloodytooth whose blood that changed him was in turn changed by Ushoran.
"Auaaarhhh!"
The commingling of such heritages forced a chain reaction in all the cells of his body and something deeper in his being. What was seconds became minutes to hours, days and years under the pain and in that delirium Gashnag as his eyes rolled upwards he experienced fragments of visions only Amra could view with his telepathy like an open book.
Because they were underground none heard him but his guests who observed his pain silently as they had different opinions on this approved experiment by the chapter master despite some misgivings towards allowing under their classification an abhuman.
Said abhuman from records and accounts of the original vampires was altered from the baseline human through sorcerous alchemic means with the elixir of life a cruder way to to extend one's lifespan without access to rejuvenat albeit not of Chaos despite further scrutiny while they procreate through an exchange in blood with the intended initiate.
To Thalis and Hath-Horeb, it was an experiment of biology or the warp. The secrets of Mallus held secrets in both genetics and psychic phenomena and who better to test their thesis on a willing abhuman willing to embrace the Imperial Truth?
Nahtok the Deathspeaker was as usual the most opposed among them but conceded upon Amra's final say whose powers in his new form can ascertain whether this vampire will be found wanting and in doing so be considered worthy to consume the blood of their battle brother and Dorn's genetic heritage.
Amra in his new form had the most insight into seeing the changes of Gashnag's form in body and soul. Through his brief bouts with the undead and the vampires that were no match to his power he easily ascertained their very being with his divinely blessed sight.
This world as Hath-Horeb hypothesized, restricts and magnifies etheryic energies and in doing so it's effects manifest themselves especially so for those that become exposed to them enough to manifest it's properties. Despite their rotting and decaying nature it was not of chaos in the end.
The followers relying on that energy to despoil a people and it's land were no better than reckless purveyors in experimentation on atomics and outlawed genetic splicing.
It was his own telepathy into Gashnag that proved most illuminating as to the metamorphosis process. Broken visions and images bloomed and died and in them he could interpret them. The life of Gashnag's mortal and immortal life was to be expected.
Pain especially in a moment where one's life is in a possibility of running it's course will force the one dying to relive past memories at once but it was as he focused deeper he saw something more surprising.
Images of planets and ships he has been to serving the chapter that it dawned on him he was viewing some of Thalis's memories but of the others he doesn't recognise but does see memories that include fighting marines in boarding action.
He realised it was a memory from the Horus Heresy to the bisecting of the skull of a powerful Alpha Legion figuring wielding an esoteric looking spear and bearing artificer armor in sinister and baroque styled scales gave even Amra changed as he was pause enough to gasp and break emotion such that his form once again was released to radiate light in the dark room.
"By the Emperor!" proclaimed Amra which surprised everyone as he rushed to Gashnag's side and held his twitching hands. "Through the consumption of brother Thalis's blood he can see the memories of our brother and his predecessors." He put a hand on his forehead. "I even saw Dorn slay the traitor Alpharius with Storm's Teeth and...." with a pause he concentrated with both hands on his forehead in an attempt to calm him and peer closer before turning to his brothers to speak, "I see Dorn dueling the traitor Fulgrim in his human form on the grounds of Holy Terra at the Saturnine Wall before he turns into a daemon!"
All at once at the news, the marines stoic broke ranks to surround Amra tending to Gashnag still unconscionably twitching frantically in reaction to imbibing such a potent source of life blood.
"What did he see brother?"
"He can see not only our brothers but also our primarch? How?"
"What did the traitor primarchs look like brother!"
"ENOUGH!"
Nahtok the Deathspeaker once again became the voice of reason as he pushed in and shoved his brothers away from Amra with a scathing lecture, "You act like children when this abhuman sees visions of not only our brothers but our primarch Dorn himself! We will get more answers from him provided he survives this.... impromptu initiation." turning to Amra he asked, "Will he survive chapter master?"
Amra was unsure while he stared at the pained face of Gashnag still writhing in agony under his arms. The radiance dimmed as it reflected the chapter master's uncertainty who gave his response, "The etheryic energy used in his transformation from his mortal life is rejecting the properties of the Emperor's creation he may not survive the imbalances afflicting his vessel." Uttering that the room started to brighten as he turned his head back to Nahtok.
"With my connection to the emperor I can use my presence to bind him just as I would the psykers of this world with your blessing."
The skull faced helmet simply nodded before saying,"Do it then. The Emperor's light will be his crucible."
In acknowledgement Amra focused his attention on Gashnag and the room brightened so that even the marines who wore helmets couldn't see while their visors auto adjusted to the sudden light as they listened to the screams reach fever pitch.
That was then they saw.
What was once a wretched and bent bestial body began to transform. Claws on hands and foot receded just as the spikes on his back did and his mouth that elongated more like a wolf shrank along with his fangs. His muscled body with it's unnatural paleness once more showed brief signs of life while his ears that were shaped like a bat warped to that of an abhuman elf.
It was quite a sight especially for Thalis and Hath-Horeb to witness such a change.
And then it ended and so did the screams.
What appeared before them was no longer some bestial looking abhuman but something more human. Quiet and unconscious. Gashnag would soon after be swiftly awoken and inducted into the Celestial Lions as a serf of special status for the blood of their primarch that now flows with his veins thus requiring an initiation into the chapter especially for the visions and memories he experienced of their battle brothers and primarch himself. Serfs like him would eventually increase once Thalis worked together with Gashnag to unlock the secrets of vampirism.
Later the reveal of the Black Prince showing himself to his subjects only served to raise the prestige of these Golden Sons and more converts to the true Emperor for as their liege described them as responsible for breaking the "curse" he had.
Unbeknownst to only a few he would lead them to Sylvania in Hunger Wood a dangerous spirit infested maze of briars and bogs where they would learn more of the vampire abhumans that is to be accounted for in achieving compliance for the world of Mallus. Suffice to say Akhana the Hag was all too willing to embrace the Emperor's Light and in doing so revive the long dead kingdom of Strigos while providing secrets of the other vampiric bloodlines leading toward their demise or capitulation towards their rulers from the stars.
If we do manage it..which I hope we do and will vote for...I hope they won't be overly ashamed of their juniors. Making Imperial enemies, betraying imperial allies, fleeing instead of dying to a man. IDK if they would find enough to admire.
If they are coherent enough to ask where they are they will need to be give SOME story for why they are not on the old Prideworld. Right?
I mean it wouldn't be a lie to say ''because of a warp accident'' but leaving anything out feels like it might be unwise for Amra to do.