![]() Like how the Rogue Trader will behave since his a noble. That being said, I would suggest focusing on the traits that make Warhammer unique, the relations between characters. After all It's Rogue Trader, It's about these unique characters that have a freedom that most of the inhabitants of the 41st millenium will never have. You could ran a game like Star Trek, and nobody would be able to say anything. You have a great opportunity since you will be playing Rogue Trader, and that offers you the freedom to do anything that you want, you don't even need to use the Imperium of Man at all if you feel like your vessel is in a far remote region of space that the Imperium has no knowledge about. Introduce the setting on very small bits. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. ![]() To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants - and worse. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Master of Mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. For more than a hundred centuries The Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth.
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