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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Zen_Pollo" data-source="post: 5231011" data-attributes="member: 11404">In the Year of the Light of the Golden Throne 073.816.M41++The Continuing Voyages of His Divine-Majesty's  Ship, the Dawn TreaderLord Captain's Log; The Countess Lucretia Von Krak, CommandingIn the Year of the Light of the Golden Throne 073.816.M41++Location:  The Magoros SystemCourse:  Orbiting Magoros SecondusMaterium:  Magoros Secondus is an ice world large enough to hold an atmosphere.  A scan of the planet's surface revealed the ruins of an ancient Xenos civilization...Comments:  Much has transpired over the last three days.  Indeed, the wicked gashes I suffered this morning required the medicae skill of our acting shipboard apothecary, Brother Mordechai.  The cataplasm patch still itches.  But I digress...After the Dawn Treader left the orbit of Magoros Prime, the Tech-Priest began constructing a shrine to the salvaged cogitator inside the Temple to the God-Emperor on-board the ship.  Naturally, Brother Mordechai took exception to the heretical device from the Dark Age of Technology holding a place of honor in the God of Mankind's Chapel. The Missionary appealed to me to expunge the Explorator's offering to the Omnissiah from the ship.   Tired of hearing Mordechai's incessant complaints, I agreed to negotiate a settlement between the pair.  When Brother Mordechai and I confronted the Tech-Priest, Octus mumbled something about the “Treaty of Mars” and then the two began squabbling about the orthodoxy of the Imperial Cult versus the protocols of the Adeptus Mechanicus.Langweilig!Frankly, the matter grew tedious.  I told the two that I didn't care whether the Omnissiah was, in fact, the God-Emperor or vice-versa.  I further explained (stroking my plasma pistol...), that regardless of the outcome of this debate, the Ecclesiarchy and the Tech-Priests both serve the Empire of Man and,  as the personal representative of the Emperor via my Renowned Warrant of Trade, that meant they both better serve me whilst they remain aboard this ship!In the end, Octus got to keep his shrine and Brother Mordechai wandered off muttering about Death Cults, Heretics and the need for the Ordo Hereticus to perform a “Cleansing” on this vessel. I shall have to keep an eye on the Missionary lest he become a burden upon my activities...Meanwhile, I had other concerns on my mind.  After we had undertook the salvage operation on Magoros Prime, an errant thought occurred to me.  Quinn Vanberg had been able to locate the shuttle via its beacon.  By that measure, it stood to reason that Hadarak Fel could just as easily detect the shuttle using the same means.  For that matter, the Fell Hand might be able to detect the Imperial signal from the Dawn Treader itself!  I voiced my concerns to the Void-Master, whom recommended that we begin running silently to avoid detection.  I ordered Quinn Vanberg to make it so.  If the God-Emperor smiles upon us, we may yet catch Hadarak Fel unawares.And then I can make good on my promises to his uncle, Oberon...der archficken!I grow weary – the Obscura Dust is starting to overtake me now.  The Missionary originally prescribed Tranq to dull my pain, as though I was some common criminal!  I firmly reminded Brother Mordechai of my station and he adjusted his diagnosis.  At least the Missionary is good for something – even if it is in his capacity as the shipboard apothecary.  I will continue transcribing the events of the day in the morning...I am Lord Captain of the Dawn Treader, The Countess Lucretia Von KrakDen Stets-Siegreichen Imperium!</blockquote>

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