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iloveoutlinesiswear · 2 months ago

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For the first time asks!!! First time they were affectionate in front of other people??

(Note: a plot bunny bit me and once again the synopsis of Commands and Incriminations will have to change. There are a plethora of moments that I thought of. I couldn't pick one. So here are two. There will be a third later.)

Alive

(Fluff plus a dead chaos marine and a touch of Heinrix angst)

The vast carcass toppled with an awful majesty, Abelard's chain sword lodged in his throat, grinding against cartilage and rubber. The beast hit the deck, the noise resounding over the battlefield. And lay still.

Lathed in sweat, gasping for breath, Heinrix van Calox stood, force sword in hand. His iron arm sloughed shards of metal as his concentration wavered. Adrenaline drained away, leaving him shaking and cold. Watching the corpse, he took a tentative step forward.

How were they still alive?

They were still alive.

Experimentally, Abelard nudged the Chaos Marine with his shotgun, looking for the slightest bit of movement.

Nothing happened.

"Thank the God-Emperor," he exclaimed, letting his sword dip.

Idira whooped and swore in a half dozen languages as Abelard wrenched his chain sword free of the marine's gullet. Thick blood arced as Abelard shook his blade free.

A burst of airy laughter jolted him, alien to the smoke choked battle field. Then a flash of movement and he turned, half expecting another foe.

Karroleen seb Montreux ahn Bacque von Valancius, mistress of the Light in the Void, ruler of worlds, Rogue Trader, leaped into him with a full bodied jump.

Dropping his pistol, he grabbed her around her waist with his arm, his hand pressed flat against her back. Wrapping her arms around his sweaty neck, she all but molded to him. Her untamable curls tickling his temple, her breath warm on the shell of his ear and neck. Her soft cheek pressed against his, smooth and warm.

A light perfume cracked through the stench of burning promethium. Richly floral like Cabrian magnolias, heady without being overly sweet, cut through with vanilla and wood, emboldened with a muskinees he couldn't place.

God-Emperor, he should not even be touching her.

And here she was, in his arms, laughing in raw unadulterated joy.

"We're alive!" she breathed, looking into his face.

Her smile was electric. Not the slightly tight gesture of appropriate amusement, not the false expression of polite tolerance, nor even the tightly controlled enjoyment of good company. But a genuine effusive smile, that gave her dimples in her cheeks and made her eyes dance.

Her mask was off.

Time stopped.

Her smile shifted, softening into something shy, sensual, open. Her lips eased into a pout, slightly upturned at the corners. The light did not leave her eyes. Her gaze swallowed him.

Time slowed to a crawl, everything else vanishing.

She saw him, studying him, her gaze all but touching him. Lingering on his gray eyes, his dark hair, then dropping briefly to his mouth before looking him in the eyes again.

Then she leaned closer, her arms tightening around his neck.

"Thank you, Master van Calox," she whispered.

He continued to stare. Her thick brown mane long since broken free of her updo, the smudge of dirt over her delicate right brow, the flush in her pale cheeks. The rise and fall of her breathing, her body heat soaking his skin, the arch of her spine under his palm.

Her dark eyes looking at him through thick lashes, eyes that barely seemed to reflect any light at all.

Her flush deepened.

"Of course," he murmured. "Glad to be of service."

Something he long thought dead stirred restlessly.

Sentiment. Empathy. Affinity.

Desire.

The voice of his master broke in, calm, calculating and shaming. Heinrix, put her down. You know what you are. Remember the way she looked at you in the Cynobium. You are disgusting. A blood soaked tool.

He couldn't quite breathe.

A jolt ran through the landing area as the planet shuddered, bringing them back to themselves.

The mask slipped back on, sealing her away like the doors of a vault.

He set her back onto her feet as she smoothed her coat, letting out a prim little cough.

"We need to go," she said.

"Right," he said dumbly.

They turned and sprinted toward a random shuttle, even as the platform began to tilt. Without dignity, they hurled themselves into the harnesses as Abelard rushed to cockpit. A few moments later, the shuttle lurched into the air and hurtled away from the planet.

And Heinrix could not quite focus, even as he lashed himself into a seat. Once secure, he bit the tip of one fingertip, tasting the leather, trying to figure out what to do next. Even as they hurtled toward the Light in the Void.

What would she do? Given what he had seen of her decision making, he had a sinking feeling.

Yet, her perfume lingered.

***

As the others sprinted out of the shuttle, Idira Tlass froze on the shuttle ramp. Around them, the Light in the Void shuddered, tossed about by the alien pulses rippling from Rykad. The ship yawed, heaving to, desperately trying to hold position in a system ripping itself apart.

A whisper, loud as a teenager with a secret crush, murmured in her ear.

She cocked her head, her eyes widened and then she howled with laughter. Tottering, she leaned on her staff, almost bent double. She laughed until she was out of breath, until her stomach hurt.

"Witch, what is it now?" Argenta hissed, grasping her bolter, walking back toward her.

But even she couldn't dampen Idira's mirth.

"Oh, my whispers are funny today," she replied, chuckling.

Argenta's glare could have set water on fire.

"What are you talking about?" Argenta said.

"They say the Ice Man has met his match," she said. "Oh, he is in trouble."

And she laughed all the way to the bridge.

Breaking

During the Siege of Euphrates 2, Karroleen and Heinrix kept apart. Now that it's over, they start getting familiar with each other again.

(Making out, wall sex, accidental witnesses, Heinrix being his usual angsty self)

The celebration had been going beautifully until their fingers touched over a plate of Janusian peaches. Just a brush of Karroleen's fine fingers over his bare knuckles, so incidental even Abelard didn't notice it, sitting on Karroleen's other side.

It was over.

The connection Heinrix had been trying to stifle during the siege of Euphrates 2 roared deep in his loins like the engine of a land raider. Insistent, bellowing, willing to stop at nothing to find release.

Next to him, Karroleen gasped, blushing, her breathing turning to a ragged gasp. She squirmed against her chair, her thighs tightening together, her skirts rustling with the movement.

Her brown eyes flicked around, checking the mood of the celebration. Then fixed Heinrix with a yearning he could feel in the pit of his stomach. Desire found a higher screaming pitch.

Set up in the officer's lounge and stretching into the mess hall, the party Karroleen was throwing to celebrate her victory on Euphrates 2 was nothing less than lavish. Real wood tables weighted with food straight from Janus, roast grox, birds of every kind, delicate fish, pies, tarts. It was endless. As was her tendency, every deck was represented. The retinue closest, bridge officers, upper deckers, middle decks and unusually, the clan leaders from the lower decks.

"Lord Ulfar!" Karroleen shouted. "Tell us a tale."

Ulfar started as the entire room turned their eyes on him. He stood off to the side, his vast stature keeping him from the tables. Not that it kept him from eating, given the half empty platter in his hand. His brothers had long since excused themselves, leaving him alone among them.

And all focused on the Angel before them.

He glanced at her. Something twinkled in his eye, a knowing that Heinrix didn't like. His lip curled in a smirk, revealing a fang.

"So, do you want a tale from Armageddon?!" Ulfar said, turning to the crowd, "Or perhaps from the Crusades of Barxus the Vile? Or even a tale of Lemun Russ himself eh?"

The crowd roared, pounding the tables, shouting their choices, and then fell silent, enraptured as the Space Wolf began his tale.

Soon, the hall was enthralled in a combination of religious ecstacy and rapt anticipation. Gasps, groans, and muttering provided a counterpoint as the Space Wolf wove his tale.

Once the crowd was thoroughly engrossed, Karroleen nudged him with her knee.

Smoothly as he could, given his pitched state, Heinrix left the table and exited toward the back, filtering through the clusters of guests with ease.

No one wanted to touch him, favored of the Rogue Trader or not.

Soon, he was out in the abandoned officer's deck, alone and waiting and throbbing. The place, usually so busy, was deserted. Deep into the night shift, no one was here. Behind him, the party carried on.

Which thank the Throne, because he was a mess, bereft of any dignity, brought low by his inpulses, hiding in a dim alcove like a hormone enslaved boy.

The glow of her arousal suddenly shifted, floating toward him. A rush of desire rolled through him, very different from his own. Pulsing from a deep place in his body he didn't have. Feeding him in turn. Needy, eager to receive, to build.

Her light steps echoed, quickened and suddenly, she was flinging herself into his arms. Their lips met, bruising and desperate. He tasted the peaches, her lipstick, the rich sauces. She pressed her tongue into his mouth and he moaned. For long minutes, they locked together, tasting each other at long last after weeks of denial.

God-Emperor, he had missed this.

Finally, She broke the kiss, their lips slowly parting with a notable sound. Her eyes remained closed for a moment, before opening them, looking at him, searching his face.

"I-" he managed to gasp out, quivering with longing. "I need you."

"This way," she said, pulling him from the shadowy little alcove down the carpeted hall.

Somewhere between here, and wherever there was, they became entangled again, his hands roaming over her slim body, her arms pulling him to her, her lips against his, their steps drunken and stumbling.

The scent of her curly hair, soft with exquisite oils, her perfume floral and rich, undercut with musk, fine wood and that warm note at the end. Soft leather. A touch of gun powder. She was with him again.

As he had desired her to be. As he wanted her to be forever.

They staggered round the central atrium, oblivious in their desire.

Finally, she pulled him into another alcove. He pinned her against the bulkhead with a kiss, his hands entangled in her hair. Even as she fumbled with something on the wall, he ran his hands down over her sides to her hips. Her hips pushed against his grip, her center thick with her slick.

Then she gave up finding what it was and buried her fingers in his hair.

"I want you," she whispered. "Please."

"Here?" he said, suddenly aware of the open space, of the eyes potentially watching them.

She hesitated. Her pleasure hummed, her heart hammering. But then she looked at him and that determination came into her eyes, that he had seen more and more often.

"I do not care," she said, her vice quivering. "You're here with me. Let me have you. As much as I can."

Angry. Fearful. She was afraid. Afraid that he was leaving. That she was no longer needed in his master's grand design. That he no longer could be with her. That he could put her aside.

Calcazar. Damn him.

He would have this one thing. He would show her how badly he needed her.

Clamping his hands on her buttocks, he hefted her easily, pinning her against the wall with his weight. Wrapping her legs around his waist, her clothed slit met the rock hard erection bulging in his pants.

He all but yelped, his touch starved cock pulsing with need. Drops of spend soaked into his briefs.

"Heinrix," she whispered hoarsely.

Her hands flew downwards, lifting his jacket tails, hurriedly undoing his belt with a clink. Her cheeks flushed, her movements tight with need, her focus did not waver.

"I thought of you all the time," she said, "every minute of every day. It was torture not being able to-"

She wrenched each button of his fly free, opened his trousers and exposed his stiff cock. With a soft little moan, she grasped his shaft, rubbing the sensitive underside with her palm.

He lifted her skirts with a growl, hefting the fabric around her waist. Hurriedly she hooked the panties of her thumb, sliding them to the side.

Her hips rolled in desperation and he pressed his hardness against her slick, shuddering. Then he slid into her, choking back a shout.

Instantly, her pleasure flared, pulsing through her. She began to groan in time with it, softly, quietly, deep from within her throat. It grew rapidly, every stroke from him pushing her toward the edge. Every rock of her hips made him dance.

"Yes, you always know," she gasped, her head dropping back, her back arching. "How to. How to. Yes!"

Her orgasm hit her after just a few strokes, blossoming outward. She cried out, shockingly loud in the silent atrium and he smothered the sound with his mouth. She shook, jerking against him, moaning against his lips. Straining with him, her body clenching around him.

Heinrix came undone. He did not shatter or falter. His will never even came into it. His body simply chased after her, following blindly. A heavy jerking orgasm almost took him to his knees, pumping her full of thick spend in groaning brainless pleasure.

Then they froze.

His face flushed crimson as they both came to from the high. Embarrassment crashed through him as he realized what happened.

He was a man, not an idiot boy and here he was. A complete mess. Now, they still had to go through the bridge to reach her quarters or through the atrium to his own chamber. Both of them soaked, disheveled and reeking of sex.

What was wrong with him? He was Heinrix van Calox, a member of the Holy Ordos, the representative of the Emperor's Will. And he was supposed to be looking out for her, ensuring her reign was stable, ensuring she did not slide into depravity. He was supposed to keep her from scandal, from rumor, from vice.

He was supposed to be doing a lot of things. He was supposed to be different. Different from the rest of the grasping suitors. Different from all the people who would use her.

Didn't she deserve better than simple bestial need from him? Didn't she deserve more? She did, a devotion he could not give her. His duty did not allow it. Did it not?

Here he was, leading her on. Leaving her exposed. Leaving himself exposed. Literally.

Damn him.

Slick dripped down, soaking his open trousers, air cooling on his sensitive skin. Pressing himself close to her, hiding his softening cock in her skirts, he felt more utterly and completely naked than he ever had before. In danger. Endangering her.

Shame filled him. He was an idiot. A useless idiot. What had he done? Why had he-

Then her hand touched his face, breaking him free of his spiraling thoughts. And she smiled at him, and it was like a sun breaking through a storm.

"I've got you," she said, wrapping an arm around his neck, her breath warm on his ear. "You're here with me on my ship. You're safe. You'll always be safe here with me."

Her hand went to her vox bead.

"Jocasta," she said softly. "Could you take care of...a matter of discretion for me? The officer's atrium. Ensure my privacy. If you would be so kind."

A firm murmur.

"Thank you, Jocasta," she said.

Never had she given Jocasta orders. For a long time, Karroleen had been terrified of her chief enforcer. That she had gone to her and not Abelard. There would be no loose ends and he wouldn't have to deal with Abelard's disapproval.

"Thank you," he said.

She smiled, and kissed his lips softly.

With her other hand, she finally found what she was looking for, pulling on a hidden catch.

A door, perfectly disguised, opened in the wall, revealing a dark somewhat dank hallway, free of the gilt, wood and carpeting of the officers deck. A purely utilitarian space, it reeked of plasma and oil. A servant's entrance.

Of course, there was another entrance. She really had thrown him, hadn't she?

Yes, she had, and that was fine. Better than fine.

Without another thought, he tumbled into the dark with her. And the door shut behind them.

***

Frozen in terror, hidden in the cramped space behind a statue of the God-Emperor, junior officers Litzte and Olam stood with each other, shaking. Breathing as quietly as they could, the two women desperately waited for her Ladyship and the Interrogator to leave. Hoping that they weren't seen or heard.

Overhearing them as they undeniably fucked each other into oblivion. Those two. The Ice Man and Her Ladyship. The Interrogator and the Rogue Trader.

What a stupid time to decide to take a break and go sneak some food from the tables.

A murmured conversation. Then a door clanked open. Relief rushed through them as the door hissed shut with a clunk of finality.

For a long moment, the two friends stood, the whole overheard encounter still present. Until the ongoing silence convinced them they were alone.

"Was that?" Olam squeaked.

"Yeah," Litzte hissed back, her eyes big as dinner plates.

"And that was?" Olam whispered.

"Yeah," Litzte said.

For a long moment, they both looked at each other. And then one then the other started to laugh in the hysterical manner of the post terrified.

Olam stepped out, fanning herself with a hand, her dark skin gleaming in the warm light of the atrium. Litzte, pale and slim, ruffled her red hair, still shaking from the adrenaline.

"We are going out an airlock if he ever finds out we know," Olam said.

Litzte took a deep breath. "He'll know we were here. He's a spy."

"We will keep our mouths shut," she said, flicking her black braids behind her ears. "If we pretend they weren't here, maybe they'll pretend we weren't here. Her Ladyship is merciful, even if he isn't. If someone asks, we saw nothing."

Litzte nodded, ready to let it go. But then, a memory popped into her head of a bet she'd made almost a year ago as a joke to tweak lieutenant Morice's nose, the main bookie of the officer's deck.

Twenty geld on the man least likely to ever crack through the Rogue Trader's facade.

A very important bet given the circumstances.

"Go on, I need to find someone," she said.

Olam held back. "I'm going back to my station and forgetting this ever happened."

She departed and Litzte hesitated. Lieutenant Morice would want to know that the biggest betting pool on the ship had just been solved.

And it was an awful lot of geld. Months of pay. A years worth of pay.

She walked toward the party, as if she had permission. Through the atrium as if nothing had happened.

This was going to be a good day.

A heavy hand crashed onto her shoulder and jerked her around. And she was face to face with the second most terrifying person on the ship.

Jocasta, the enforcer chief glared at her with eyes like stone, her face not even moving. Her hand gripped the baton at her waist, her thumb rubbing the pommel.

"Chief Jocasta," she whimpered.

Jocasta slapped her across the mouth, splitting her lip.

"I won't say anything," she whispered.

"No, you won't," Jocasta said. "If only you'd just followed petty officer Olam."

Litzte was not seen on the upper decks again.

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indooroutdoorboyfriend · 1 month ago

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playing my comically evil dogmatic psyker rogue trader is so funny. like ya i'll be insulting heinrix for his Curse, constantly reiterating his fears of being dangerous to his loved ones and besmirched by the emperor himself, telling idira she's irredeemable scum not worth the trouble, handing her over to the inquisition, etc. etc. while i'm over here blasting people to death with magical flames and invading ppl's minds any chance i get, just for the hell of it really. like i'm a bladedancer; i have zero excuse to rely on my powers when i'm so OP already.

probably heating up my recaff with my hands and telepath-ing to abelard to fetch me the remote bc i don't wanna get up from the couch. not to mention hoarding the heretical blade shards.. just in case. but i'll also be screaming the god-emperor's name in battle and vowing to destroy every enemy of humanity i see.

and no one can point out the hypocrisy bc i'll maim/execute them. love my this !!!!

#i want to be a dogmatic enemy of humanity #makes it even better that argenta is just cheerleadering me along the entire time #i mean io is a REALLY evil inquisitor in another universe so. i can't NOT make her evil as fuck in this one #maybe i'll consider redeeming her a lil but rn i'm going for #like ALMOST entirely dogmatic with a hint of heretic (like..when it benefits me). ZERO iconoclast #bc every playthrough i've done has had me go iconoclast #next one will be a heretic run but i don't have any character ideas for that yet #wh40k tag

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rats-and-robots · 1 year ago

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Garion was idly toying with the Eldar skull on his desk as he listened to Heinrix speak about the Cult. He wasn’t disinterested, not by any stretch of the imagination. It’s just that… something more pressing was on his mind whenever ‘Rykad Minoris’ came up. His crew had told him what the ships were that stole the sun… and it made him sick to his stomach. Especially after Heinrix confirmed that they were Drukhari ships.

A pause in Heinrix’s words indicated that the man was done talking. Garion slides the sharp tip of one of his claws down the skull. He knows it’s the skull of an Asuryani, not a Drukhari… but they are the same, for the most part. He leans back in his chair.

“Alright, enough about cults and Chaos. Tell me about the xenos that stole the sun.” He picks up the skull and slides a thumb over the cheekbone of it.

“The Drukhari.” Heinrix’s own wince keeps him from noticing, at first, the expression on Garion’s face, “They’re a branch of the Aeldari, and they are as ancient but far, far more vicious than the ones we met on Janus. They’re a living terror to ordinary people who fall prey to their raids,” Garion’s no longer staring at the skull, but past it. Sharp teeth flash in his mind. Blades as venomous as their owners. Scorpion tails with syringes for stingers… Heinrix has paused, but continues after a second more, “...for the simple reason that the victims are not killed outright but instead become their ‘playthings’.” Garion’s metal finger digs into the bone, little shards crumbling off of it. The shadows of the room are beginning to sharpen. Claws grow out of the blackness like flowers bloom on rosebushes, “They need psychic energy to survive, specifically that of torment and pain, just like you or I need air. And they extract it with uncanny expertise.”

He pauses again, which makes the man’s steel eyes suddenly snap to him, “Go on.”

Heinrix dips his head ever so slightly, “Forgive me, you simply seem troubled by–”

“I said go on.” Garion snaps, his teeth clicking once, his scars warping as his expression briefly becomes anger.

“Very well…” Heinrix straightens his back, “The Drukhari ships, difficult to mistake for any other, arrive suddenly and undetected. Their stealth technology greatly surpasses the capabilities of standard Imperium augur arrays. They never capture worlds or ships, they’re only interested in fresh victims. Once they have enough, they disappear into the Webway, where their greatest city, the Dark City of the Drukhari, is concealed. Commorragh, a place which no one can hope to escape–”

A shatter interrupts him, and pieces of bone fall to the pages of the book spread out on his desk. The hydraulics in Garion’s augmetic arm hiss as he opens his closed fist and the smallest pieces of bone slide away and to the rest, in pieces on the desk. His eyes remain on Heinrix, hard as steel. A strange expression comes across his face. A dark and prideful grin, “Now, now. Absolutes make absolute fools of us all. There is no where that is inescapable.”

Heinrix huffs, “This place is one we can be absolute about. I don’t know if you’ve lost a loved one to Drukhari–”

A bark of a laugh escapes the Rogue Trader, and the shadows around him cast a mad expression over his face. A bright star passes by the void-window behind him, eclipsed by the chair itself and darkening him further, save for the flickering light of the dim candles on the desk, “Heinrix, I can’t play this game. I can’t pretend I know nothing about these beasts.” He lets his head fall back, his metal hand sliding across the desk, “And yet it’s none of your fucking business why I know what I know. So do us both a favor and skip past explaining what they are. Why were they there? Have those so terrified of Slaanesh finally succumb to Chaos?”

Heinrix is silent for a moment, heavily considering the scene before him. His eyes search the man’s expression. For what, Garion isn’t sure. He doesn’t care.

“I asked you a fucking question, Inquisitor.”

The man nods and continues, “I don’t know why the Drukhari stole Rykard’s sun and brought about the fulfilment of the cult’s prophecies. Maybe they played into the Archenemy’s designs. Or maybe their actions were actually divined by Aurora. But I can say with absolutel certainty; there is no alliance between the Cult of the Final Dawn and the xenos. It is simply impossible.”

The star finally reemerged on the other side of Garion and the eclipse seemed to pass with it. Garion licks his teeth, but his posture relaxes, “Well… at least that we can agree on. If the planet had not succumbed to daemons, maybe we could find out. Maybe evidence of a spy among them, or lack thereof, to tell us which they did.” He lifts a hand to rub at his un-scarred temple, “Can we depart from business matters, now? I thought you’d promised a compelling conversation, and this has been far from that.”

Heinrix hums, but nods, “I remember. But later, perhaps. Right now, I would prefer to focus on my direct responsibilities. We still have to recover Kiava Gamma.”

Garion’s stare is unreadable. His pupils are pinpricks in his skull, staring the interrogator down in ways he hasn’t felt for a while. The man just huffs, though, and an ageless exhaustion comes across his face as he finally looks away, “You’re dismissed, then.”

Heinrix bows and makes his way out. His every step is counted by the Rogue Trader. The sound of the elevator moving, taking the man away.

Something ripples to his right.

“Keep an eye on him. If he so much as sniffs wrong about this, he is to have a convenient accident.”

“Affirmative.”

#domino effect(fanfic)#this is gonna be part of the next chapter #but the first half isn't finished yet #so I'm slapping this here.#ress writes #garion von valancius

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cawyden-gaming · 1 year ago

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Rogue Trader - Act 1 - Rykad Minoris - Ritual Chamber + Heinrix dialog

When you interrupt the ritual on Rykad Minoris and have Heinrix with you he will have a little bit of dialog here. This also works on Rykad Philia (prison world) if you have him when you click after the fight on the shards of the broken lens.

These are the possible responses:

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cawyden-gaming · 1 year ago

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Rogue Trader - act 1 - blade/shard fragment options and affected Heinrix dialog

There are two shards - one from Kunrad at the beginning and one you get in the Electrodynamic Cenobium.

There is an alternate version/option depending on if you pick the first shard up after the battle or not and you can unlock further dialog (flirt!) options with Heinrix with the second shard.

First shard/blade fragement

After the fight on the void ship bridge in the beginning/tutorial you can loot aside from equipment a quest item - a glass shard. It is called "Blade Shard".

You have two options here:

Do not loot the shard - take the equipment but leave the shard behind

If you loot the shard, then you will get soon a "dream" scene in your quarters where you can then decide if you want to keep the shard (heretic option) or throw it away (dogmatic).

2. Loot the shard

If you do not loot the shard you will not get this scene but instead High Factotum Janris will approach you and tell you that he found it and asks you what to do with it.

You then get also dogmatic and iconoclast options to give it to the Inquisition.

The shard is part of a heretic quest (to build a sword at the end, but you need very high or highest heretic level to use it).

But if you keep the shard, you can give it later to Heinrix after recruiting him, when you have the talk in your study. But this only give a short response from him, it doesn't seem to give you any rewards or unlock further dialog.

You might also be able to give it to Heinrix at a later point (bridge

Second shard/blade fragment

This blade is from the Electrodynamic Cenobium at the end of the quest. You can make Heinrix aware of the shard (dogmatic), throw it into the reactor (iconoclast) or take it secretly (heretic).

If you take the dogmatic option, he will thank you during the talk in your study.

If you take the iconoclast option, you can tell him about it (or lie):

If you took it with the heretic option, you can give it to him at this point

-> this opens up a new closeness/devil flirt option and if you take all three devil options new additional dialog for devil in this talk).

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rats-and-robots · 1 year ago

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"Gold..."

She whispers, her eyes wide and her words reverent as she stares at the Rogue Trader in the midst of the warp jump.

"Gold like a waterfall in the first rays of Dawn, gold like cut wood, gold like hot bread and mother's love. Gold... Not a cape, but it falls off His shoulders, not..." She steps forward, "Not fabric. Reflecting, refracting, splitting, golden glass. In pieces, shattered in patterns and so soft-- feathers! Feathers, they're feathers, they're wings. But sharp as shattered glass..." She reaches out... And a hand grabs her wrist. She shrieks, staring at the sharp black armor, dragon-scale, insect-segmented. A horror fills her that she can't describe and her legs collapse beneath her, the sharp gold and tans and black tower over her, three piercing pinpricks of steel-gray sitting at the pinnacle of a towering spire. A black spire, branching in barbed spikes and twisting blades. A wind kicked up, only the hand on her wrist holding her in place as the voices screamed with their joyous laughter in her ears... A horror as she'd seen in her Lord Captain's past lays in his future, his very fate--

"Idira!!" A voice tears through her vision like beast-claws through bare flesh. Her reality comes crashing onto her. It's the Rogue Trader's hand on her wrist, his face twisted in concern and some small offense.

They're not on the bridge anymore. They're not in the Warp any more.

"Emperor's holy corpse..." Garion muttered--so quietly none but her heard it--and relaxed before he spoke up, "There you are."

She looks around. They're in her quarters. Two medics stood to one side.

"What happened? You were prophesizing and collapsed. You started seizing." There's serious concern in his voice, his brows are furrowed.

She sat up, his hand falling off of her wrist, "I saw... I saw you as a mountain..." She shakes her head, "No, a spire. A rising black spire surrounded by golden feathers made of glass-like shards. There was so much wind whistling through twisting black blades and sharp feathers..." She held her head as she tasted blood, realizing the skin of her chin was sticky. As she reached to touch her face, Garion's hand gently set on her back.

"Don't stress yourself out..."

There's a darkness in his voice, and she knows what it is. He knows what she saw. A black spire. Commorragh.

"It wasn't your past." She shook her head, "It was your future."

"..." Garion scowled, "I will not be going back. Perhaps some part of me that is affected by that place will become prominent."

"The wind--"

"Turmoil, discourse, it doesn't mean--"

"It was a storm. No, greater than a mere storm, a typhoon of wind, swirling up the glass-feather-blades and..." She begins to cough, and sees that her chin is sticky from a mixture of spittle and blood as it comes out now, too. A medic comes over and helps her with a respirator. She realizes they're deafened, their ears covered. Had she shrieked while she was out? Or, more likely, did Garion not want them to hear her prophecy?

Garion is frowning, deeply, when she looks back at him. His eyes dart this way and that, searching the distant wall, "...What of the feathers you saw?"

"They were wings that came flowing off of you. Replaced your coat and covered the ground around you like the cape of a king around you. Around the spire, then."

"An attacking force."

"No. Defending it."

#throws this into the aether #idk when this is gonna happen #before commorragh but after meeting marzi the first time #garion von valancius #warhammer 40k: rogue trader #ress talks

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cawyden-gaming · 1 year ago

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And - another devil/closeness counter in the very first dialog in your study - only available if you hide the blade/shard fragment in the Electrodynamic Cenobium from Heinrix (= heretic option). You can then give it to him later in the talk in your study.

If you do not have the shard you can add it with toybox at the start of the dialog in your study.

There are two shards - the one from the Electrodynamic Cenobium is the "Mysterious Sword Handguard". Look for it in toybox and add it (with Add 1 button, I did it for both that I saw displayed).

There is also another shard/fragment from Kunrad. This is the "Blade Shard". You can also give it to Heinrix in this talk, but it doesn't unlock any flirt options. You only get this response from him:

Back to the mysterious sword handguard shard:

Heinrix will give you his "Rogue Trader... " speach and after that you have the new option "Give Heinrix the blade fragment"

If you took the iconoclast option to throw the (2nd) shard away you would normally get the "I have something to confess...." dialog option:

If you took the heretic option to take the shard (or toybox to give it to you) - you get the option to give the fragment to Heinrix

There are two neutral options

and two flirt options (but do not start the romance apparently):

Closeness:

Devil:

If you additinoally take the devil option regarding the Elucidator ("love token") you increase your devil counter to value 2.

If you then take the last devil option you have value 3 and get new dialog from Heinrix:

Rogue Trader - Heinrix romance - flirting differences (devil vs. closeness)

With Heinrix you can either flirt aggressively with him which will increase the "devil" counter or you are doing no or very light flirting which will increase the "closeness" counter. This affects in some cases his dialog.

Act 1 - First talk after he is recruited

Devil:

Two options for Devil - one at the start and one later. Both start the romance. The second one ("A little more..." excludes the closeness option.

Closeness:

Starts the romance. This option excludes the devil option "A little more...."

You can also start his romance by talking to him on the bridge after his recruitment. Both options start his romance but doesn't seem to count for the devil or closeness counter.

2. Act 2 - Footfall, when Heinrix returns (at the docks)

Both options can be taken, they do not exclude each other.

Devil:

Closeness:

3. Act 2 - Janus after dealing with the Governor / end of main quest

Devil:

With 3 devil points (or more) before starting the talk you get another response from him:

After this devil option there is another one available (excludes the closeness and corruption point options)

Closeness:

This option exludes the devil and corruption point options

There is also an option to increase his corruption counter (if you want him to leave the inquisition). It does not increase devil/closeness counters.

3. Act 2 - Conversation after his personal quest (in Kiava Gamma) is finished

Devil:

This line excludes the closeness option on top ("You can relate of course..."

The question regarding his romantic preferences has two versions.

If you have less than 3 devil points you get this answer:

If you have at least 3 devil points you get this one:

If you move to the regicide board you have additional options.

This one exludes the other two options that allow you to play regicide with him - so if you take this line you won't be able to do that unfortuantely.

If you have 4 or more devil points you can get a different ending talk with him for this scene (also works with "Running away, are you?")

Closeness:

First dialog option ("You can relate...") counts as closeness and unlocks other dialog for the second closeness option

The "Tell me a secret" line counts as closeness and the answer depends on if you took the first closeness option (in this case you get +2 closeness points)

or not (and you get only + 1 closeness point)

Another closeness option hides behind the question for his favourite food - if you use the smile option it increases the closeness counter

At the regicide board you can have a different ending dialog with him if you have at least 4 closeness points with him:

4. Act 2 - Dragonus ceremony talk

Devil:

Excludes the closeness option

And here seems to be a bug - kissing Heinrix does not increase the devil counter as one would expect, but instead holding his hands:

Closeness:

Excludes the first devil option

5. Act 3 - Start talking with him on the bridge about what happened at the ceremony

Devil:

There are only two devil responses here - I think this is another bug.

I will update this post if I find more, but the later (romance) scenes with him doesn't really seem to use the devil/closeness counters anymore.

Addition

-> You can use the toybox mod (on PC) to check the devil/closeness counters and to change them (or for other things, like seeing dialog options even if you do not meet the criteria or reset your skill points...)

(Mod on Nexusmods), install as instructed.

In game e.g. during dialog press CTRL + F10

For the devil/closeness counters go to "Search 'n Pick" tab and on the left side to "Flags". You can search for "Heinrix_R" to show his romance flags and change the values (don't forget to save before closing the toybox screen)

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