Scions of the Void: The Constantine Dynasty
Class: Soulcage-class Chaos transport
Dimensions: 2 km long approx, .5km abeam approx.
Mass: 10 megatonnes approx.
Crew: 30,000 crew plus hundreds of thousands of slaves, approx.
Acceleration: 3 gravities max sustainable acceleration
Void Shields: 1
Hull Integrity: 35
Crew Population: 100
Crew Rating: Incompetent (20)
Turret Rating: 1
Weapon Capacity: 1 dorsal, 1 prow
Freighter Plasma Drive, Warp Drive, Iota Level
Warpbane Field, Void Shield Array, Slavedriver Bridge,
Exhalation Sustainers, Crew Quarters, Augur Arrays
Prow Hellus Macrocannons: (Macrobattery; Strength
4; Damage 1d10+3; Crit Rating 4; Range 6)
Dorsal Secondary Macrocannons: (Macrobattery;
Strength 2; Damage 1d10+2; Crit Rating 5; Range 4)
Slave holds: Filled with 1d10+5 thousand slaves
Soulwail: The perpetual profane chants and the constant cries of tortured souls creates an unclean psychic cacophony. Psykers within 1 VU of an uncrippled Soulcage suffers –10
to any test involving use of their psychic abilities (this does not effect Chaos Psykers or Sorcerers).
Unlike many Chaos vessels, the transports found in the Expanse classified as Soulcages rarely see combat. Instead they roam the Expanse, following in the wake of wolfpacks and pirates to purchase, barter, or swindle for those unfortunate enough to be taken alive. Most are an essential part of a Warlord’s fleet, though some operate independently, risking possible attack for the heavier profits to be made.
Almost all Soulcages are converted from captured Imperial transports. After profaning any Imperial icons and sanctifying the ship with the sigils and icons of their new masters, the interior cargo bays replaced by deck after deck of slave pens. By the hundreds of thousands, flesh and spirits are broken to create new servants of Chaos. Unable to escape the corruption surrounding them as the tainted air, constant blasphemous chanting, and senseless tortures all work to destroy their souls. Forced to worship at profane shrines and branded with despoiling icons, they are perverted into mindless thralls, ready to fight or die as their master’s desire. Properly prepared, they fetch fine profits at Chaos or even xenos controlled worlds. However, some remain untainted, kept in stasis pods to preserve their purity for ritual sacrifices, meals, or other gruesome fates.