[X] Then we shall not face him...at the Maw. Set course for...
-[X] Kaelor herself.
-[X] Compose astropathic messages to Q'Sol, the Navy, and any other Rogue Traders you think you might be able to reach. Tell them all that if Vall isn't stopped now, he will take the entire Expanse and likely the Calixus Sector with it, and they will lose everything. Say that you are assembling a coalition to bring him down, and promise that you will be committing everything you have to it yourself.
--[X] "It is only in extremis that faith and valor are truly tested. Just such a test is upon us now. The Faceless Lord sails for the Maw, with every reaver in the Expanse gathered behind him and the weapon he has spent so long searching for as well. If he is not stopped now, he will take the Expanse itself, and all others who dwell within shall lose everything. And from there, I fear the forces he has gathered will enable him to claim the Calixus Sector itself next. You know my name, and if you know of me you know I would not speak of such things lightly. House Scourge shall devote everything we have to stopping Vall, and we are assembling a coalition to fight alongside us. Join, and stand with us in glory as we smite the wicked to spare the innocent. Abstain, and for a hundred, no, a thousand years you and your descendants shall be left to look aside in shame when asked where you were when the Faceless Lord came to smother the light. I look forward to seeing you beside us."
--[X] Ask Balthazar to lend the Inquisition's imprimatur to your message (well, maybe not to the one for Q'Sol) if he is able and willing.
[X] Then we will sell ourselves dearly. Set course for Furibundus.
-[X] "All that has happened in the last two decades of my life was wrought by chance. I had set myself upon a career in the Imperial Navy. From the first day, even if only as an abstract, I knew full well that I, and everyone I cherished, would most likely die gruesomely in the cold depths of the void. Facing a foe that was beyond my ability, or one that simply brought to bear enough broadsides that even an imbecile could wrest victory. All my travails as a Rogue Trader were full of impossibilities. The word means precisely nothing to me at this point. So do not speak of impossible battles. I know the enemy's position, and his course. I know his fleet composition, and how many Imperial lives will be snuffed out of existence atbest if he remains uncontested. You speak to me of a triumph a thousand years from now, of the million we can spirit away from doom, and I only hear of the billions whose souls will wail in torment for each day of them, while we who claim to be righteous cower in the hidden spaces. It is better to die for the Emperor than to live for yourself, for living with that knowledge would gruesomely kill the man that is Emil Vendigroth Scourge as surely as any heretic we will face at Footfall."