>>20229413>Implying he didn't go for a threesome.>Implying he didn't succeed.Also, LIVII as a Rogue Trader is the funniest fucking mental image I've had all day. Seriously.
This is the list most Rogue Traders use for solving problems:
1: Send in the Redshirts.
2: Orbital Bombardment.
3: Send in the Redshirts.
4: Hire mercenaries.
5: Send in the Redshirts.
6: Direct PC intervention.
7: Call in favors owed.
8: Send in ALL the Redshirts.
9: Fuck everything, nuke the planet from orbit.
LIVII Rogue Trader's problem-solving list:
1: Send in the Redshirts.
2: Stay absolutely still on a mountainside for six hours waiting for the conveniently helmet-less enemy commander to show himself, take the shot.
3: Use Redshirt assault as a distraction to lure out enemy commander, take the shot.
4: Use orbital bombardment to flush out enemy forces, take the shot.
5: Call on Waifu and her army for help, take the shot.
6: Call on other Waifu and her army for help, take the shot.
7: Call on BOTH Waifus for help, take the shot.
8: Redirect Ork Waaagh!!! into enemy forces, take TWO shots.
9: Drop an anonymous tip to the Inquisitor who hates your guts, wait until all 17 Eversor Assassins hit dirt, then burn it out of the Solar System.
Fuck it, I HAVE to play this now.
