right so THIS TIME maybe i'll finidh rogue trader (lies to myself) but at least this time, i am super clear on the narrative archetype of the RT himself
first note to self (very important): if the slim male body model stood straight up instead of in the peter pan pose, he'd have thigh gap
i recognize that the game has no way of knowing this, but Kunrad starting off the game basically going "I'm the Supreme Spy (tm) on this ship (so i know everything) now let me mansplain what a cathedral of the emperor is to you (a sanctioned psycher)..." is so goddamn funny. motherfucker basically introduces himself by saying "I know better (and now you know I know better), but allow me to insult your intelligence..."
no wonder Theodora thinks he's a twat lol
god, Theodora is such as shit stirrer (affectionate). she sees that Edelthrad hates the PC and immediately pits us against each other:
"Yeah, sure, Eddie's buckling under pressure but I have a good feeling about him. also let me vague about Kunrad who is bad at his job" okay auntie why am i here auntie
and there are more on their way??? they will (presumably) also be thrown into this battle royale of intrigue all for Auntie Theo's amusement or indiscernible ends
Theodora: where is Edelthrad? where the fuck is my precious Eddie? a psycher loose in the warp could be worse than an army of madmen!!
me (a psycher): and what am i, Auntie, chopped liver
god the family dynamics here are insane. could make a half decent fic of it just exploring the fucked up dymanics playing out between Theodora, Edelthrad, Kunrad, the PC and all the rest of the big, happy family on their way
it's like a pre-death will reading/gladiatorial bloodbath of distant cousins with Theodora is orchestrating it prior to her death because she wants to watch us tear each other apart for her inheritance
Argenta: can't shoot these basic bitch, early level assholes for shit
Also Argenta: "An autopistol shot went straight through Mort's forehead..."
