Date: 40, 025.
01.122.33.45
Rogue Trader Maximus
Headroom
Log: It has been
6 months since we moved beyond the reach of the Astronomicon. We are far from
the benevolent and loving ministrations of the Emperors agents, but morale
remains high. So high are the spirits of the loyal crew that even when the last
Adeptus Ministorum preacher was accidentally jettisoned from an airlock, they
did not lose heart. This was the last in a series of airlock-related mishaps to
befall these fanatically (some might say lunatic, but not I, of course) devoted
servants of the Lord of Mankind.
For my part, I am unswerving in my determination to chart a
course as far from the heart of the Imperium as possible, bringing the light of
humanity and arbitrary rules to all who cross my path. For nothing expresses
mature faith in the tenets of the Imperial Cult quite like leaving it behind as
fast as possible. For just as the eagle, when grown, leaves behind the nest, so the
mature servant of the God Man must leave behind the trappings and
ministrations designed for children and the weak minded and venture off on an all expenses paid trip to the edge of the galaxy.
Thought for the day: Just as all our hearts are open to the
discerning gaze of the Emperor, so are all our other organs opened by the
torture instruments of his gentle inquisitors.
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