In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war.

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You are a crew member of the Claymore Class corvette, the Emperor’s Glory, one of the thousands of unsung workers on the mile long ship.

The Glory was part of the fleet of sector Zeta-Zeta, one of the many sectors on the wrong side of the Great Rift, and among those who was left with no choice but to try to flee the doomed sector.

The fleet was supposed to try to go through a thin part of the rift- but as many things had in this dark era, it gone terribly wrong. The storm scattered the fleet. Sensors and auspex failed, riots broke out as half the ship gone mad, you survive the week of hell.

We just dropped out of warp. From what you heard is that the Vox is down and that the Astropath is unable to reach anyone.

May the Emperor save us.

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You are a

>>Man
>>Woman

Your name is;

>>write in name

You are a;

>>Void worker
>>Tech-Priest
>>Auspex officer
>>Armsmen
>>Ship scribe.
>> =][=
>>Commissar

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>be prepared to boldly go where no man had gone before