FrozenThe colony looks much better than the last time. The moribund machines have been set in motion — the locals use them to mine hard fossil fuels to be used when promethium runs out. The delegation members are welcomed as royalty — by local standards, of course. The great Rogue Trader, the saviour of the colony, Vonvalancius, as the locals now call it, is offered gilded statues from one of the abandoned cities as well as precious gems and documents of value.
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FrozenAt first it looked like the snowy and desolate planet was devoid of surprises, but the yellow and orange flickering of the lumens and the notifications from the augur system informed the officers there was a small colony that survived in spite of the harsh climatic conditions. All attempts to hail the colony have failed.
YOUSend out a scouting party.
FrozenThe explorers report the dismal condition of the settlement and its inhabitants. Their skin is translucent and pale, their icy-blue eyes see practically no colour, their language is rough and guttural and their stomachs cannot tolerate anything except a stew made from local roots and mosses. And yet they are subjects of the Imperium, still loyal to the Emperor — they have mistaken your people for His emissaries.
YOUFind out what happened to the world.
FrozenThe local elders woefully reminisced about times long gone. Most of them were still sheltered in their mothers' wombs when snow first settled on the verdant fields. Hail ruined the crops and frost hardened the soil. Plants and large beasts that could not sustain themselves were the first to go. They were soon followed by birds and other small animals. Most people in large cities perished, unable to warm themselves and their families.
FrozenThey say the governor and his entourage left the world in the first days of winter, taking all the provisions and fuel with them. No one responded to the pleas from this dying world — the stars remained deaf to the messages transmitted by the planet's vox-stations. These abandoned subjects of the Imperium still managed to save the machines and other valuables, but they were of little use without a supply of promethium. And yet those who survived eventually adapted to the tribulations that the God-Emperor had bestowed upon them.
YOUTake any machinery from the colonists and abandon them on the freezing world.
FrozenYour people had little difficulty subduing the locals — nobody had the strength to resist. Gaunt and exhausted by their miserable lot, they dolefully watched on as the invaders carried away the wealth, machines, and possessions laboriously scrounged together by generations of their ancestors. The shuttles, glutted with their society's toil, soared high above the oppressive clouds, far out of reach. There was nothing left to help them survive, but who cares about other people's misery.
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YOUGive the unfortunate people a gift of promethium and send Tech-Priests to perform the rites of generator maintenance.
FrozenWhen the maw of the first generator belched forth a furious roar and black ash started falling from the sky instead of snow, the locals laughed and danced, trying to warm their limbs after decades of cold. They called down blessings upon their unseen saviour, a Rogue Trader from the von Valancius dynasty, and thanked the God-Emperor for the fortuitous encounter.
FrozenThe explorers' departure was accompanied by shouts of grateful approval — not to mention their many parting gifts.
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YOUAbandon the freezing colony.
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YOULeave the colony to its own devices.
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