Inquisitional Note; Shadow Pieces of Inquisitor René Yuu intercepted this letter during the events of her investigation into the heresy of the Juno Star Sector. Yuu write’s “”/characters/captain-mortem" class=“wiki-content-link”>Captain Mortem is a strange character, and believed to be heretic of no small order. Though he is less Chaos Heretic and more unorthodox Heretic. I have no wish to fight the man or his crew, all are very good and worthy of their writs of trade. Though they did steal a ship, though at the time Brother Octivas gave a compelling argument as to why it should come under their care. Thinking about now I wonder if I wasn’t just rendered stupified that someone used the Imperial Creed to steal from the Imperial Creed."
My Dearest Genevieve,
I have grown incredibly melancholy since I last saw you, but other wise I am well. My ship is run well by XO Brother Octavius, the kindly missionary you were taken with, and I have secured a group of Mercenaries to fight for me. My master of arms Mordecai has insured they are ready.
I have told you of the Century Hawk, before? If not, in brief it is a troubled ship. Temperamental and stubborn beast. A good fit, no? She is an old cruiser. In combat she out paces and out fights a ship that would be her equal, at rest she has more in common with drifting hulk than a ship.
I do not know if I would call her reliable, its warp engine is strange. The Red Priests do not trust it and perform elaborate rituals that even they don’t seem to believe helps. I watch one performed a quick task, he enter as a youth with bright hair and clear skin, when he return to me he was wrinkled and gray in skin and eyes. It has been something of a boon for our journey.
I presented the cases, yes Mister Lucas did present the requested of Cladus. I don’t believe his plight was as great as he claimed. I left the decision, as I always have, to my crew. The Plight of the Pilgrims tugged at our heart strings and we all felt that it would be a good idea to render aid as quick as possible.
We left the starbase after a bit of excitement, I found myself in a convention of hostile Naval Sailor that heard of my actions during the Malakid Incident some years ago. After I proved that that they reached for the sun, they ran into Brother Octavius’s hot temper, and finally Mordecai taught their friends to be better pilots, but I don’t think the lesson stuck with them as much as the memory of the landing. We collected some new blood for the barracks and left with little more. We did pick up some additional equipment.
During the short warp jump we amused ourselves. Mordecai played general. Brother Octavius played Deacon. I as always played Captain.
When we arrived that temperamental engine delayed us some days. The delay was long enough that our charge left without us. I ordered a immediate deep dive to catch up. A haste and dangerous course. Naturally I felt it was better to catch up to the ship rather than let it go on unescorted. The Hope was that this quick trip would be fast enough jump we wouldn’t lose more time.
The warp dive was not with its own issue. The gellar field flickered and crackled we had minor reality preach. Now don’t panic, it seems most of the ship was visited by the spectres of those unfortunate to die in a conflict between the two of them. Your Brother sends his best by the way. The ship recovered or slept through the issue with much more than a shrug. Brother Octavius appeared dispelled much of the trouble with a theological argument with some men he met a few days ago. My master of Arms swore to never drink again, before he drank the minibar in the mess and passing out on the floor. We shared some sandwiches and called it a night.
We breached back into space and found we hadn’t just lost time we had gain it, travel in fact back in time meaning we had arrived at the point of our randevu days before the other ship would launch fed up with waiting for us. In a bit of good luck we could patrol the space before the ship meet with it and continue on to our destination together.
Well it was by the grace of the Golden Throne that this event happened we found three ships lying in wait. Two were powered down and another was full senor blaring away, toward the direction of our escortee and what would have been us had not felicity intercepted.
Master of Arms Mordecai came up with a cunning plan. He order a heading in the direction of the two smaller ships. Then had us go dead, killing every system. I have told you of that unfortunate business near Vealer Prime? Same sinsation. The ship went dead quiet. Not the quiet of all the background noise that bleeds into a comfortable white silence. This was completely silent, no sounds save our own held breaths and pumping of our lungs. The ship almost drifted into one of ship but Mister Mordecai again came up with a plan, building pressure of excess air and gas on the starboard side of the ship until he released it out of several ports at once, while firing of the remedial thrusters forces us several Void league back on course.
While we drifted helpless and mostly dead. However while we drifted we prepared to strike these would be pirates, by hand we cycled the torpedos from the Plasma ones I normally carry to the Boarding ones. Mister mordecai was confident in his men based on his training session, I mention them earlier, and saw this as an opportunity to board the ship with limited losses on our side of the battle. Additionally we loaded every broadside of the Starport side for our first strike.
There are few things as amazing as pulling off a cunning plan. When we flared to life we were so close to the pirates we were almost traded paint. The Ship shook as all the starport guns fire in rapid succession. Every massive missile scoring a telling blow. The enemy ship shook, then burned, then drifted as we had, only to never to do much more ever again.
Meanwhile a full complement of our Marines sallied forth in silver chariots to the other ship. It tried to boot up its turrets and defense but it was too late. They struck home and bore deep into the shell of the pirates ship. Armed with Flamers, Guns and Fanatical zeal the pirates never knew what trouble they had found.
The third ship disappeared apparently not wanted to fight such a cunning foe, dove into the warp leaving its crippled and dying sister ships to our wraith.
With the danger gone, or more accurately safely trapped we reviewed our actions. Brother Octavius and Mister Mordecai elected to go aboard the enemy ship while I salvaged what I could from the ship we had slagged the universe’s newest space hulk.
I wish hulk savaging was always as easy as it was with this time. The enemy’s ship was venting air, fuel and crew, anyone dump enough to not want off could be left on it, and more or less threw themselves at us.
That’s when we began to learn the harsh truth about these pirates. They had taken pilgrims as slaves, hostages, and for far worst things. The crews of the ships were little more than slaves, whipped to increase effectiveness, and worked till they expired.
Brother Octavius and Mister Mordecai managed to pacify both the prisoner, rowdy pirates and dangerous hell beasts by venting the ship. Though I wish they merely let all the air out then blow out the plasma drive and blow a hole in the Bridge. But they elected to add the ship to our growing dragon’s horde.
I must go now, my dear, sweet Genevieve, we will soon meet with the captain of the Hercules of Rye, our escort and being our mission to escort the piligrim.
Eternal faithful rogue of a captain,