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SIEGE PERILOUS: A WARHAMMER 40K REBEL QUEST

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[X]- The Chem-Barons
[X]- Your Technical Credentials
 
[X]- The Rogue Traders
[X]- Your Intelligence Competence

Sudden question, but can we vote on the profession of the rogue traders main representative if it wins?
 
[X]- The Chem-Barons
[X]- Your Technical Credentials

A whiff of grapeshot is traditional after all
 
[X]- Your Personal Charisma: Like thousands of other officers, you lead from the front. All you have is a laspistol and a dueling saber, and you charge in front of your regiment, shouting, asking if they want to live forever. You make friends easily. Your comrades all like you. Invariably, whoever joins your unit will cheerfully die for you after a month. Is that a gift?
[X]- The Rogue Traders: Ultima Ratio Regum, and nothing Ultima Ratios like a small armada of Rogue Trader Cruisers. The captains there made bad bets: they threw in with the Tau. Their involvement was hidden, but it's a matter of time before they vanish into an Inquisition blacksite. Ergo: they've sworn to aid you and the future government in every way they are able. All you can do is hope that this time, you won't go the way of their last allies.
 
[X]- Your Personal Charisma
[X]- The Chem-Barons

ay tone. ya mean ta tell me dat we were worshipin' a corpse god or somethin'?
 
[X]- Your Technical Credentials: Your heart pumps engine oil. You breathe promethium. Is it the machine spirits, or is it your own aptitude? In any case, you were an artillery officer. Your battery of big guns never choked, not once, to the frustration of the Mechanicus. There's no one better to personally see to the defense of Zelung Delta. You dream of anti-orbital guns gutting battleships.
[X]- The Chem-Barons: Despise them as two bit Slag brewers if you want, these men and women hold the hearts and addictions of teeming billions in their iron fists. When they snap their fingers, entire underhives mobilize. Some of them are ice cold sociopaths who want a retirement a bit more secure, others have the immense power of self delusion. They think that they'll actually help the oppressed when they turn legitimate. All have the same thought: those inbred bastards up on the spires, we can do a better job…
 
[X]- Your Personal Charisma
[X]- The Number Two

Charisma says that in one month and most would die for us. It also implies some level of paper power, as is common of insanely charismatic people like we are… We make friends easily. If we can schmooze her into being more loyal to us than the Imperium by some miracle, we'll be the second most powerful person next to her herself.

Not to mention there's even more options for us to manipulate the government with this Charisma boost. Bend the other political structures to our whim and we can guide everything- from the shadows or otherwise.
 
[x] - Your Technical Credentials: Your heart pumps engine oil. You breathe promethium. Is it the machine spirits, or is it your own aptitude? In any case, you were an artillery officer. Your battery of big guns never choked, not once, to the frustration of the Mechanicus. There's no one better to personally see to the defense of Zelung Delta. You dream of anti-orbital guns gutting battleships.
[x] [X]- The Number Two: The lieutenant governor reached out to you, first. Foreigner she may be, she's intimately aware that the current planetary governor has no plans to move his ass out of his seat any time this century. You have to respect the daring of this woman. Her first move is to engineer an entire traitor coup. The Conspiracy doesn't think that she'll be loyal all the way, no, but if she wants to play ball, why not use her? Just keep a gun to her back in case she tries to sell out again.
 
[X]- Your Technical Credentials: Your heart pumps engine oil. You breathe promethium. Is it the machine spirits, or is it your own aptitude? In any case, you were an artillery officer. Your battery of big guns never choked, not once, to the frustration of the Mechanicus. There's no one better to personally see to the defense of Zelung Delta. You dream of anti-orbital guns gutting battleships.
[X]- The Rogue Traders: Ultima Ratio Regum, and nothing Ultima Ratios like a small armada of Rogue Trader Cruisers. The captains there made bad bets: they threw in with the Tau. Their involvement was hidden, but it's a matter of time before they vanish into an Inquisition blacksite. Ergo: they've sworn to aid you and the future government in every way they are able. All you can do is hope that this time, you won't go the way of their last allies.
 
[X]- Your Intelligence Competence
[X]- The Rogue Traders

Most interesting, I look forward to seeing where this quest takes us!
 
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