Lady Captain Galateia "Gale" van Reynther, Rogue Trader's Log
Entry 1
Having been made the duly appointed Rogue Trader after the untimely demise of my aunt, Caritha Indari van Reynther, I have crewed Caritha's sword class frigate (the Tempest) with the left over crew of the last ship I served on (the Calypso). This left me with plenty of crew, but the command crew is distinctly lacking. I've decided to bring the assassin Ephriel as my seneschal and personal physician. That should give him plenty of cover and allow me to utilize his particular unique skills as needed.
I've scoured Caritha's logs, and found that she planned to go into the Koronus Expanse next, so have set course for the edge of the Calixis Sector. My main concern is the aging Navigator, Heinrich. His understudy seems confident, but Heinrich and his pupil know nothing of the warp passages in the Expanse, and frankly, I think Heinrich has to remind himself each day to keep breathing. I swear he seems older than dirt, and that is with all the gene treatments that I am sure have expanded his longevity.
We should arrive at Port Wander soon, I plan to look for profitable endeavours to undertake there, as well as see if I can find more senior command crew to hire on.
Entry 2
Being the last Imperial controlled facility before entering the Expanse, I wasted no time in throwing my weight around, and even managed to get in a fire fight. The Adeptus Arbites were most congenial when I produced proof of my station. We managed to find a fairly senior navigator looking to go back to the Expanse, and Jarvis (my head of security) found a very capable ex-guardsmen (I honestly did not know that such a thing existed, I thought you stayed in the guard till you died). It was a good thing too, as Orbest Dray (a van Reynther officer, marooned here at Port Wander for some time) had just given my a sealed gene encoded casket when we set upon.
A psykic bird entity of some sort snatched a black device (I was later told it was some sort of psykic encoded map) and several thugs came at us brandishing autoguns! We made quick work of them, and managed to recover the device, but I fear whatever that bird thing was, it had a chance to read the data off the device before we winged it. Seems that Dray has been holding the location of the Righteous Path, a fabled treasure ship for near a century, waiting for van Reynther representatives to arrive. Unfortunately poor Heinrich was caught in the crossfire, and expired.
I was able to convince the local Imperial authorities to give our new navigator some time with their charts, and he was soon able to narrow down the location of the Path to the Margoros system. We leave at once.