Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20150410144940/@comment-4948356-20150412003038

Sorry for the double post, But thought I would compile all the Character profiles into 1 post to repost every OOC thread, you know, for convience.

DANNYD99:



 Name: Sefarius Vorst

 Gender: Male

 Age: 44

 Career: Rouge Trader

 Hair: Short, cropped, black

 Eyes: Right: Maroon, Left: Red dot (Bionic eye: can see heat and energy sources ) Keeps it covered with an eye-patch.

 Bionics: Eye (see above), Had Index fingers replaced after receiving warrant.

 Height: 2.33 Meters

 Weight: 125 Kilograms

 Skin: Caucasian

 Language: Low & High Gothic, Orkish

 Gear: Black boots, Brown Combat Pants, Black sleveless shirt, Long Black and Red armored Coat (sleeveless),

 Wargear: Carpace armor chestplate and armguards (over the above), one modified Las pistol, one Hell pistol, Chainsword, poisoned knife.

 Bio:

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.8;"> Sefarius Vorst is among the few men in the galaxy one can truly depend on. His successes outweighing his failures by several tons, Sefarius will always finish what he starts, but always with the cost in mind. He will sometimes put his troop's lives over the mission, but only if it a complete waste of life and resources. Most regiments under his command saw very few casualties.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.8;"> Much more outgoing than most generals of the imperium are, he usually stayed as close to the battlefield as he could, mainly to encourage his forces and bolster their resolve. He has fought on more than one occasion because of this, but most incidents like that are welcome to him.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.8;"> Several would describe his personality as: "a stern man with a humor"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.8;"> (I'll let the rest of his personality play out in the RP.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.8;"> In combat, Vorst will dual wield his highly modified las pistol, Miss 49, in his right hand, and the Hell pistol his old colonel used in his left. He is also proficient in melee combat, when necessary, and carries a poisoned knife in a hidden boot sheath.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.8;"> "Its funny how answer's Change over time. Passionate outbursts of 'I'm innocent!' or 'I shouldn't be here' change to 'Does it even matter?'. And that is the answer I give to you, because the Sefarius Vorst before you was born in the 49th Penal legion, and thats all anyone should know."- General Sefarius Vorst after being asked in an interview about who he was before his time in the legion...

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.8;"> Sefarius Vorst was born on the hive world of Heramon, as the 2nd son and heir of Javarius Vorst, the planetary governor. A very naive and kind man in his youth, he fully embraced the notions of honor, justice, and that a ruler should care for his people, which he did for most of his youth. His actions and mentality towards the people earned him their love and admiration, along with great political sway in the planet's political system, much to the admiration of his father and peers, and the ire of his brother, Everon Vorst and the nobility. But any backlash because of these were minor at best, until Sefarius's 22nd birthday. On that day, Heramon saw its first ork invasion. Whilst it was generally considered a minor ork force (Numbering in around 140,000 in total), it was enough to send most of the nobility, including his own brother, running. Most of the 'generals' of the PDF had run off as well, and Javarius himself had sunk into a depression, convinced the planet was doomed. Seemingly the only person to look to, Sefarius rose to the bat, Rallying his people and the PDF to stay and fight. With an Imperial response force possibly months away, he prepared for a long, defensive campaign, working closely with Burt Leedorando, one of the last remaining PDF commander's and a former lieutenant in the imperial guard, the two of them lead the PDF to successfully defend against the ork onslaught for four months, until the imperial guard arrived to clean up the rest. After everything was said and done, and peace finally restored, Javarius would regain himself and announce that he would soon step down as planetary governor, and that it would be sefarius that would take his place. Whilst the populace cheered, his brother was outraged. Was he not the FIRST son? Was it not HIS reward for breathing! The flames of rage burned bright within him, and, like thousands (if not millions) before him, the sinister gears of a plot would begin to turn. Several weeks after the announcement Sefarius, His father, Burt, and several attendants were leaving for a party in Sefarius's honor. Most of them had already entered the limo save Sefarius, and his was about the to enter, a click, a flash, and a large bout of flame are the last things sefarius see's before his vision turns black.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.8;"> When he next woke up, Sefarius would find himself in a small metal cell. Slowly waking up, he tried to remember what happened, until he made a few discoveries. His long, flowing hair had been shaved off completely, their were numbers pressed into his head... but what he found horrific was that his face felt different. attempting to get off the cot, he felt something hard under him. Getting off, he found a dataslate with only a single message, addressed to him.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.8;"> You tried to take everything from me, the key word being tried. At large, Heramon believes you, your father, and General Burt are dead, and with your new look, There's not a single person who doesn't believe that. It would be much simpler, and easier to have you killed, but when I saw you had survived the blast, I couldn't resist doing this. So... Nameless Assassin of the Great Sefarius Vorst, I do hope you enjoy your time with the legion, Those 'Skills' of yours should prove very useful to the imperium.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.8;"> Those were the final words Sefarius would ever hear about his old life.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.8;"> The 49th Penal legion was formed by Colonel Adrick Resolak. Resolak formed the legion in an attempt to drain imperial prisons and Penal colonies by having prisoners "Do something actually worthwhile to the imperium". Namely, mass drafting around 5000 unlucky prisoners, and fielding them before the regular guard. It was this legion that Sefarius was dropped into, right before the legion's first ever battle.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.38;"> In the early months, Sefarius would cling to his morals and beliefs, as they were all he had left. It worked for a time, until the 49th legion arrived at its first campaign, Suppressing the rebellion of Merhixis. A backwater planet most people never heard of, Resolak saw it as the perfect place to test his new legion, and had them deployed as the vanguard of the suppression forces. As the force attempted to land and disembark, the legion would find itself under attack by rebel forces almost immediately, as if waiting for them. In the confusion, sefarius had lost his las carbine, and cowered in a large crater, until looking up, he could see a figure, obscured by some smoke, at first didn't shoot, either paralyzed in fear or something else, no one would know, but when a las bolt flashed by him, searing the tips of his hair, he, either in panic or fear, fired his las pistol. Over in an instant, the man's body fell into the crater, a large, sizzling black hole in his head. Sefarius would throw up at the sight, before the sounds of the battle reached him. Looking down at his pistol, he finally began to understand. All his life he had lived for 'his people', but what did that really mean? He had always thought it was putting out polices that favored all, about making great speeches, and by being 'strong in a time of war', but perhaps it meant nothing like that. "Vivere Pro Popilo" He would say in a low breath, but as the sound of the battle returned to his ears, he shook himself from his deeper thought and reminded himself of where he was. Climbing out of the crater, he was able to gather several others and, using what little he did know, lead them back to the legion, alive and well. In the end, the imperium was victorious, and the planet brought back into the imperium. As for the 49th, while it may have lost almost 40% of all operational forces, it succeeded in suppressing the main rebel force. The colonel, delighted by the news, began to actually organize the legion, looking over all the survivors, looking for capable squad commanders. Meanwhile, sefarius would continue his line of thought. He began to believe that "To live for the people." Would mean to live for those that followed you, to protect them, to fight alongside them, to lead them. This would be the creed that would define and shape him from that moment on. About an hour after he came to that conclusion, he was called to meet the colonel. Resolak was quite surprised by Vorst's lithe appearance, as it was reported he had lead several men, including a rather famed murderer, back to the legion through the battle. After a long conversation, Resolak made sefarius a sergeant, and believed he wouldn't stay at that position for long. Sefarius would exit the colonel's office as a changed man, for Sefarius the Noble was dead in a some planet's crater, and this man's tale would finally begin.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;">Over the Following years, Sefarius would prove himself a rather capable leader. He learned hard lessons every battle as the legion fought across the sector in the most dire of battles. From Ork infested jungles to tyranid besieged worlds, and once, a necron tomb world. Eventually, he was promoted to lieutenant, and after a few more years, served as a major for the legion. Over those years, Sefarius and Resolak would remain close, learning things from each other and forming a bond. Of course, all things eventually end, and their end came on Versaili II. A planet taken by the orks, while under siege by chaos forces. The imperium had come to try and kill two birds with one stone... at least in theory. At first, it went well. Almost all chaos forces were concentrated in space, while the imperium was able to form a base on the ground. The ork warboss, Daggatooth, attempted an assault upon the imperial position. Both Sefarius and Resolak himself were on the field that day, and were caught in the battle. It went well at first, that is, until fire rained from the skies. Throughout the entire field, orbital lance batteries rained upon both ork and guard alike. Sefarius, knocked out in the initial hit, would wake up to the sounds of battle, only much closer to his position, and with a lot more laughter. Climbing out of the trenches he would see the hulking outline of a space marine, as wells as others in the distance, only their armor looked to have... spikes. As he stood up, still dazed, the Chaos marine would finished off his foe, and turned towards Vorst. A long, toothy smile spread across the accursed flesh of the fallen marines face. Realizing the gravity of the situation a little too late, Sefarius dove to the left, only to grab by his head. The Marine laughed, holding him by the head, squeezing his head slightly, before pushing his thumb into his eye. The pain shot through Sefarius, and he screamed out, wriggling like a fish out of water. Continuing to laugh the marine prepared to crush the man's head, until the sound of a chainsword reached his ear, pulling his out his own sword to parry. Through the pain, Sefarius saw Colonel Resolak, slashing at the giant, only for a large red stain to grace his armor. As laughter filled the air as the man fell, Sefarius pulled his las pistol, pushed the barrel against the marines head and fired.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;">"As much as I hate the place (Versaili II), I suppose that little clusterfrak got me to where I am today...

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;">Sefarius would regain consciousness several weeks later, a new bionic eye in his socket, and a full pardon next to his bed. Piecing together what happened, it would appear that even though both the orks and chaos forces lost their respective leaders, the war for Vesaili had gone poorly for the imperium. With their forces running dry and no hope of victory, the general in charge decided to pull his forces from the planet. The retreat was slow, and their were several regiments that had yet to be evacuated. As for the 49th, Every survivor of the legion had been pardoned, and then immediately drafted into the newly formed 1st Vesaili Regiment, formed from several decimated regiments, and the general had promoted Sefarius to colonel. After another week of holding the fort, It was finally time for their departure. Despite the arrival of fresh ork and chaos fleets, the remaining Imperial forces would retreat successfully, with the sacrifice of a battlecruiser and several escorts.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;">After the Vesaili II incident, Sefarius had would spend several weeks keeping his new regiment from killing itself overnight. As the 1st Vesaili had been formed out of 10 depleted regiments, this was easier said than done.Disputes, struggles, and full on riots became the norm. While it took time, sefarius was able to restore order within his new regiment on his own, Earning him the nickname "King". From here, he would lead his new regiment to glory many times.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;">Several years later, Sefarius had been promoted to General, and following 7 successful campaigns, launched a new campaign to liberate the Vesaili sub-sector (Vesaili I,II, and III) from the orks and chaos forces still vying for control, emerging victories in half a year. Following this glorious victory, Sefarius was offered a warrant of trade...

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.8;"> Ship weapons:

2 Lance Turrets (top)

12 Marco Guns (6 either side)

8 Attack Craft Hangers (4 either side)

6 torpedo tubes

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;">Ship history:

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;">During the retreat from Versaili II, sefarius witnessed the final moments of the Duty and Diligence, an overlord class Battle-cruiser. He watched as the cruiser took hit after hit, fired round after round, destroyed ship after ship, all so that the troopship he was on could get away. Just before they slipped into the warp, sefarius would watch the ship's command bridge struck dead on with a torpedo, before the familiar form of warp travel enveloped the ship.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;">Years later, when he returned to versaili II, one of the wrecks among the massive graveyard was in fact the Duty and Diligence, mostly intact. One of the first things he did was recover the wreck, and have it taken back to a shipyard. After accepting the warrant of Trade and becoming a rouge trader, he would inquire about the vessel. The ship had been repaired, but it hadn't been assigned a captain or crew yet, which was perfect in this case...

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Name: Morris Cantac

Gender: Male

Age: 42

Profession: Seneschal

Hair Colour: Dark Brown

Eye Colour: Dark Brown

Height: 1.85 meters

Weight: 84 kilograms

Skin Colour: Caucasian

Languages: Low Gothic

Starting Wargear: Accatran MG Heavy Laspistol, Xeno-mesh Armour, Dataslate, Multikey, Master-Crafter Adamantium Staff with a Hidden Dagger in staff's handle.

Background Story: Morris is a born on planet Argan IV a Hive World with very large population. Born in whealty family he was soon trained in many skills both social and combat. As he matured he was soon know as great trader but also a dangerous man. His fame soon rose to new heights as his spy network grown everyday until he was know trought ever city on the planet and wider.

Constantly traveling betwenne planets in this sub sector constantly trading he developed some experience at commanding his own ship. On one of his travels he recived a news for one of his spies that a new Rouge Trader expedition will soon take flight.

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By pulling few strings trough his spy network and connections he managed to get Rouge Trader attention and was soon recruited on his/her ship. He will take a role of a steward of this ship making sure everything is check, as well as being a trader spy and many more things of the situation requiers it.

REINNO:

Name: Ramius Valoran

Gender: Male

Age: 36

Profession: Master at arms

Hair Colour: Light White

Eye Colour: Black

Height: 1.80 meters

Weight: 76 kilograms

Skin Colour: Asian

Languages: Low Gothic and High Gothic

Combat Wargear: Mark IV "Dervish" Laspistol, Family Saber(like a normal saber, no pattern), custom made armour, wristwatch and trusty flashlight

Background Story: Ramius was born into the noble Valoran house on one of the many hive world in the segmentum solar. The Valoran house is famous for many of its family members excelling I'm the Imperial Navy. Ramius followed in his house footsteps and join the navy when he was 18 of age. He served on a defense monitor for the first five years of his career and then on to serving as a second in command of an escort frigate that took part in a seven ships op overseeing the destruction of several pirates and raiders forces in an unnamed system.

<p style="margin-bottom:0px!important;">However, due to his personality and eagerness for combat adventures put a lid on his career in the navy. After serving some fifteen odd years with the navy, Ramius decided to leave the navy and join Rogue Trader Sefarius Vorst crew for his longing of an adventure to the stars and combat.

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<p style="margin-top:0px!important;">Name: Orlovio Draskav

Gender: Male

Age: 38

Profession: Missionary

Hair Color: Black

Hair Style: None, Bald.

Eye Color: Blue

Height: 6'4

Ethnicity/Skin Color: Terran Caucasian (White) in apperance, Opheilian

Build: Average/Tall

Weight: 178 lbs

Languages: Low Gothic, High Gothic

Main Social Skills (On a scale of 1-10): religious encouragement/building faith 6.8, counsoling, 5.5 charisma 6, subterfuge 4.8, persuasion 6.5,  secrecy 6.

Main Combat Skills (On a scale of 1-10): Ranged-4.5, Melee-3, Psychological: 5.5, Stealth: 3.5

Starting Wargear: Dark Grey Missionary robe, Ecclesiarchial staff (Lectitio Divinitatus mounted on top), laspistol, short chainsword, frag grenade, purity seals, Rosarius.

Special Abilities (uses once a day): Bolster Faith (preaches to allies the word of the Imperial Creed, boosting morale), Punish the Deviant (Strikes fear into an enemy, causing them to flee.), Rosarius (protects Orlovio from incoming fire for a brief time.)

Background Story: Orlovio Draskav was born on the world of Opheilia VII into a family which had zealous faith in the Imperial Creed, his father was a Preacher of the Ecclesiarchy and his mother, whom died in combat was a member of the Adeptus Sororitas. The sacrifice of his mother had, at a young age encouraged furher his faith in the God-Emperor of Mankind and the Emperor's holy Imperium. Driven by his father's urging, he underwent courses in the Schola Progenium and became a member of the Mininstorum. Over the years, as he had advanced, he had spread the word of the Imperial creed to many human planets in the galaxy, and became an experienced and well-prepared for anything missionary. When the Ecclesiarchy had heard of the latest expedition being undertaken by a Rogue Trader known as Sefarius Vorst the Ecclesiarchy had decided to sent him to accompany Vorst, and bolster Vorst and the rest of the crew's faith in the God-Emperor so that the expedition might be successful. Therefore, he had been transported to Port Wander and boarded the Rogue Trader's vessel, ready to spread the hallowed word of the Imperial creed to the planets which Vorst and his crew would encounter.

<p style="margin-bottom:0px!important;">Although his faith in the God-Emperor appeared strong, he had much doubt and worry about the success of the Rogue Trader's expedition, and wondered if the man could be trusted.

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Name: Fetrina Harnar

Gender: Female

Age: 39

Career: Navigator

Hair: Neck length, center-parted, Red hair with a small portion colored Purple

Eyes: (Normal) Green and purple, (Third eye): Bright Red

Height: 1.89 Meters

Weight: 108 Kg

Skin: Caucasian (Somewhat pale)

Language: Low gothic

Known Abilities: Aether Doldrums, 'Baleful Watcher, 'Eye of Oblivion, 'Immolate the Soul, and 'Void Watcher

Gear: Long, simple red robe with purple trim, red hood (with purple trim), Black boots, Small pendant of warped metal

Wargear: Armored chestplate, Engraved las pistol, Force Weapon: Long, thin sword

Appearence: Young, normal looking human with the obvious exception...

Bio:

Some decades ago, House Harsious, a depleted nomadic house that had lost hundreds to several xeno raids, and House Janar, a Shrouded house with barely 60 members had decided to join together in an attempt to regain their lost political (and man) power. Both houses brought forth their best and least tainted members to produce a child that would lay the foundation of this new house. That child was named Fetrina Harnar.

Fetrina Showed much promise in her early life, taking in the knowledge and expertise of the nomadic Harsious, and the resorcefulnes and cunning of the Janar. By the age of 16, she won her first duel, and could already navigate through the warp. Things were looking good for the houses, but no one could have predicted the eventual conclusion.

The event itself was only ever referred to as "The Harnar Incident" and had involved a Major Novilite house and three inquisitors. But what is known is that Fetrina and the 17 surviving Navigators were forever barred from having any children bearing the navigator gene, to ensure the events would never transpire again. Fetrina and the survivors were seperated, and sent to the imperial navy to serve.

Fetrina herself would serve on several navy vessels, burying her past amist the endless sea. However, due to the administrum (again), instead of being reassigned after her current posting was aquired by a certain rouge trader, she ended up coming aboard, and learned about the exchange only after it had taken off. With no immediate alternative, she (reluctantly) became part of the crew.

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Name - Achilleus Bradicich

Gender - Male.

Age - One hundred and thirty five.

Career - Astropath.

Physical Traits - Eye color, white from Astropathical Transformation. Hair color, light red. Height and weight, six feet and one hundred and fifty seven pounds. Skin color, white pale. Languages, gothic low.

Psychic Powers - Freeze The Soul, Breath Stealing Barrage, The Void's touch, Dominate, Hallucination.

Wargear - light armor covered by a dark hooded cloak, dark black armor meant to protect against nondirect blows. Wears a blanked-faced visorless helmet meant to hinder psychic attacks on his psychi while also providing some light protect to his head. Carries around a staff as a force weapon and psychic channeler.

<p style="margin-bottom:0px!important;">Background - Achilleus Bradicich was born on Briehal, a small backwater world of little renown. Briehal was a fairly connected world, with a number of large tribes that kneeled to the Emperor and a council of elders. Being born to one of these Elders, Achilleus was raised as to-be leader. Taught how to be charismatic and perceptive, Achilleus was to be the heir of his Father's throne. If it wasn't for his latent psychic powers developing. Thrown into a cell in the darkest and coldest dungeon to be left alone until the Black Ships of the Inquistion came to take the planet's psykers. Constantly Achilleus reached out subconciously with his mind, Achilleus felt nothing but the cold void. By the time the black ships came to Briehal, Achilleus had already mangaged to atleast keep his powers inactive. The Inquisitor in charge seeing the now young adult's capabilities gave him up to be a sanctioned psyker, where he trained his psychi until he to undertake the transformation of the Astropath. Undertaking this transformation left Achilleus blunted emotionally, the nerve damage he suffered left him cold and unfeeling to the world around him. Eventually he was assigned as a Rogue Trader's Astropath...

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<p style="margin-top:0px!important;">Name: Matthias Drax

Gender: Male

Age: 40s (the rest of the crew thinks)

Class: Explorator

Bionics: Right eye is a sensor, left arm is bionic, Pernitus-Pattern Servo Harness, bionic respiratory system.

Personal Servitors: three, two maintenance one a personal guard armed with a twin linked lasguns system.

Bio: Matthias's time before entering into the Mechanics is totally hidden from all outside the Cult Mechanics. The young adept was a fast learner from all accounts and at times dangerously fascinated by xenos technology and potential modifications to already existing human tech. His conduct was however limited to the strict patterns expected. Once he became a techpriest things changed however. He was punished for minor tech heresies two times in the short time before he became an Explorator. Whilst it was generally agreed that these were committed accidentally in what the subject believed was the best course of action, the punishments were still enforced.

Matthias decided that he would be better put to use in service to the Machine God and Omnisiah in the role of Explorator. Since he took up this task he has pursued it with sometimes dangerously passionate energy. On more than one occasion complaints have been lodged about Matthias conduct upon the discovery of potentially new information. These complaints are always lodged by non-Mechanics personnel.

<p style="margin-bottom:0px!important;">Matthias has seen service with a Rouge Trader prior to this experience by the name of Exlisar Horen. From what can be made out that enterprise ended poorly after the Trader was killed in an accident whilst scouting a skeletal ship's hull. Matthias was for a time at a loose end until he encountered Vorst quite by accident in the record systems aboard the station where he was serving and decided it might be useful to seek him out and see if there was a position open in his crew for a skilled Tech Priest such as himself. There was.