“It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor of Mankind has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the vast Imperium of Man for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day so that he may never truly die.Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor’s will. Vast armies give battle in His name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat to humanity from aliens, heretics, mutants — and far, far worse. To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be relearned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.”

She is the Edge of Dawn, a mighty fortress in the cold void. Measuring 7.3 kilometers from stem to stern, and home to over one hundred thousand human souls, she has served the Imperium under the command of the Kreuger Dynasty for nearly a millennia. Her pride and glory are the fighting men and women of Argent Squadron, their tradition of victory is legendary aboard the Edge of Dawn.

Deep within the mighty battleship, in vast, darkened chambers, lie the Unspoken. They are the Cold Crew, locked away in cryogenic sleep, keeping silent vigil, to awaken only in the event of massive crew loss. No one alive knows where they originally came from, or how long they have slept. But when the Edge of Dawn falls prey to a vicious ambush from without and a bloody treason from within, ancient systems stir to life, reviving the sleeping Unspoken. Among them, fighter pilots, their skills untested after untold years in hibernation, must rise to the call, and take up the mantle of the fallen Argent Squadron, even as the Edge of Dawn spirals, broken, to a fiery grave on the surface of an uncharted world.

Now, the fate of the survivors of the Edge of Dawn rests squarely upon the shoulders of the newly-awakened Cold Crew, and on the untested leadership of the Lord Captain’s young son Nathaniel Kreuger. But as the refugees struggle to survive on a hostile world, they must also struggle to accept the strangers among them, the Unspoken. And the Unspoken must come to understand themselves, and who they truly are.

Rogue Trader: On Wings of Angels

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