You were once a common mortal, a meaningless human soul inhabiting Terra in the 03 Millennium. Now you are in the 41st Millennium, awaking in the grimdark future you never imagined will come to be. After your initial confusion, above the rhythmic white-noise of grandiose yet unsettling baroque machines a half-man, half-machine awakes you, explaining that, using the wonderful marvels of the most sacred of tech-rituals, straight from their far-past your far-future fabled Dark Age of Technology, you have been recalled from the abyss of time and your soul had been bound to most Priestly and most Holiest Machine, sacred to the Omnissiah. The machine is like a Holy Warp Drive ("what the hell is a Warp Drive?", you think), but Holiest, since it can penetrate the veil between universes. Why you? The abominable mechanic man can't say, decades, maybe centuries of study will be needed and the Chrono Machine had been locked away, given that it revealed to be contaminated by the taint of Abominable Intelligence. And decades, maybe centuries will be needed to understand the inner-workings of the Holy Warp Drive now tied to your soul. You are now the only one who can sit at the helm of the Void Ship that can travel across the vastness of interstellar void, the empty eternity of time and the infinite complexity of parallel dimensions: a Rogue Trader, but with unique skills and privileges.
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