Alright, let’s talk about these rogue trader mercenaries, whatever that means. Sounds fancy, like somethin’ from them city folks.

So, from what I gather, these rogue traders, they’re like big shots, you know? They got power, maybe like the mayor back in my old town, but bigger, way bigger. They run around doin’ their thing, and seems like nobody can really stop ’em, except maybe these Inquisitor fellas. These Inquisitors, they sound scary, like the preacher we had who used to yell about fire and brimstone. They got the real power, from the top, like the president or somethin’.

Now, these rogue traders, they ain’t alone. They got folks workin’ for ’em, mercenaries, they call ’em. Mercenaries, that’s just a fancy word for hired guns, like them cowboys in the movies. You pay ’em, they fight for you. Simple as that. Sounds like a dangerous job, but hey, gotta make a livin’ somehow, I guess.

• These mercenaries, they gotta be good at fightin’, that’s for sure.
• They probably know how to use all sorts of weapons, guns, knives, maybe even them laser things from the sci-fi shows.
• And they gotta be tough, real tough, ’cause I bet they see some nasty stuff.

The way I hear it, these rogue traders, they can go ’bout anywhere they please. They got ships, big ones, flyin’ through space. Can you believe that? Space! And on them ships, they got all sorts of folks, including these mercenaries. It’s like a whole town movin’ through the stars. Mind-boggling, it is.

Now, some of these rogue traders, they get greedy, real greedy. Like that fella, Nick Leeson, they talked about. Lost a whole bunch of money, bankrupted the whole dang place. Serves him right, I say. Greed ain’t never done nobody no good. My grandma always said, “Be happy with what you got, girl.” And she was right.

And then there’s this talk about navigators. Seems like they’re important too. They help the ships get where they need to go. Rare folks, they say, like hens’ teeth. Can’t go nowhere without ’em, that’s for sure. Reminds me of old Mr. Johnson, the only fella in town who knew how to fix a tractor. When he got sick, we were all in a heap of trouble.

So, these rogue traders, they got the power, they got the ships, they got the mercenaries, and they got the navigators. Sounds like they got it all figured out, huh? But even with all that, they gotta watch out for them Inquisitors. Like I said, them fellas are powerful. They can mess with your whole operation if they want to.

And gettin’ these mercenaries, seems like you just gotta find the right place, pay the right price. Like buyin’ a cow at the market, I reckon. Only these cows got guns and know how to use ’em. And you gotta keep ’em stocked up with weapons and armor, too. Can’t send ’em out there naked, can ya? It’s like sendin’ a farmer to plow a field with a spoon.

Some of these rogue traders, they even got super rare ships, like them Ark Mechanicus things. Sounds like a big deal. Like havin’ the biggest tractor in the county, only this one flies through space and probably shoots lasers. Must cost a fortune. More money than I’ll ever see in my life, that’s for sure.

Anyways, that’s what I make of it. Rogue trader mercenaries, a bunch of tough guys workin’ for powerful folks, flyin’ around in space, and tryin’ not to get in trouble with the Inquisitors. Sounds like a wild life, not for the faint of heart. Me? I’ll stick to my garden, thank you very much. At least I know where the ground is.

And seems like you can find these mercenaries in certain places, like a special market or somethin’. Gotta know where to look, I guess. It’s all a bit complicated for an old woman like me, but that’s the gist of it, as far as I can tell.

Tags：Rogue Trader, Mercenaries, Warhammer 40k, Inquisitor, Space, Sci-fi, Combat, Navigators