Sword & Spoken Word
Hæres Primaris, Autumnhall Dynasty
“No, captain, I am not requisitioning your ship. You do not have a ship. The Battlefleet Calixis has a ship. The Imperial Navy has a ship. The God-Emperor of Mankind has a ship.
“And I am commandeering the Emperor’s ship, as this document entitles and obliges me to do. And if burning your corpse as fuel would allow me to reach the Inquisitor’s office a half an hour sooner, it would be both my prerogative and my solemn duty to the Emperor to throw you into the plasma core myself.
“What you have, captain, is not a ship. It is a mouth. I respectfully suggest you close it.”
It is not known how the heir to the Autumnhall dynasty managed to survive alone when Eldar corsairs crippled, boarded, and sacked the St. Cordelia two weeks voyage out of Omnicron 71-DX. What is known is that he emerged from six months in the darkness and cold of the crippled hulk a changed man, leaner of body, older of face, fewer of words, and grimmer of purpose.
Gone is the debauched and carefree playboy and spendthrift, but what he has become, and what he suffered to be so, is a matter of much conjecture, rumor, and wild speculation, and little record or confirmed fact.
Since the incident on the St. Cordelia, he has shown himself to be a gifted and highly trained swordsman, although he had never openly displayed this skill before.
Also, for some reason, he doesn’t seem to be able to hold his liquor anymore.