AbelardTheodora waves her hand in a commanding gesture. "Mort! Take a team with you and clear a path to the transport line! Do not let a single whoreson survive!"
AbelardThe Rogue Trader turns her eyes to you. "Didn't bat an eye when that scum burst onto the deck, hmm? Not bad. I have seen many an officer who panicked at the sight of combat on the upper decks — the false sense of security offered by their position makes them that much more vulnerable to the harsh realities of warp travel." She looks at the vox in her hand. All you can hear is lifeless static.
YOU"What is happening?"
Abelard"From what we have seen, [Name], I can speculate that we are dealing with some variety of madness induced by warp travel." The Seneschal is astonishingly calm for someone who just survived a sudden attack. "Such episodes are not uncommon among voidsmen who have found themselves outside the boundaries of realspace... though such episodes seldom spill onto other decks."
AbelardTheodora clicks her vox a few times. "The casters are not working. Or have been sabotaged. Either the warp is toying with us or someone went to great lengths to cut the ship's communications. I will need a direct channel to the Enginseer Prime before I can get a sense of what we are up against. Whatever it may be, keep your weapons at the ready. I imagine it will be some time before we no longer need them."
YOU"What is happening?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"How could there be armed people in the ranks of the crew who would dare to attack the Lord Captain?"
AbelardThe Seneschal gives you a gloomy look. "Trust me, [Name], this is hardly surprising for a crew of thousands. The lower decks are a fertile environment for discontent and heresy, no matter how one tries to incinerate any seed before it can take root. All it takes is a hint of warp influence to cloud the minds of normally obedient cattle."
Abelard"Sporadic riots on the lower decks never reach these compartments!" Theodora's anger causes the Seneschal to shrink slightly. "No, the tumults of the rabble are always contained within their own territory. This is too well organised. It is spreading too rapidly..."
YOU"What is happening?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"How could there be armed people in the ranks of the crew who would dare to attack the Lord Captain?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"The incident with the rampaging servitors may be connected to what is transpiring now."
Abelard"Possibly. Quite likely." Theodora winces and flicks the switch on her vox a few times. "We will investigate at a later time. Right now we need to isolate the affected compartments and try to assess the situation."
YOU"What is happening?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"How could there be armed people in the ranks of the crew who would dare to attack the Lord Captain?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"The incident with the rampaging servitors may be connected to what is transpiring now."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"What are your orders?"
AbelardShe breaks eye contact with you. "Mort has gone on ahead to clear a path for us. If you want to make yourself useful, go after him and see if the Arch-Militant requires aid. And be quick about it."
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