Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

Eden couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in his chest.

Still, he held onto a sliver of hope as he scoured the vault.

He reasoned that the fleet commander, calculating as he was, wouldn't be foolish enough to kill off such valuable individuals as the heirs of the Govendi family.

For raiders like him, the bloodline of a Rogue Trader dynasty was as precious as their Warrant of Trade.

His instincts proved correct.

In a hidden chamber within the vault, Eden found a life support pod.

Silently praying, he instructed Webby:

"Check the pod. Ensure the safety of those inside before opening it."

Webby connected to the pod and conducted a thorough scan.

"Father, the life support system is fully functional.

The two individuals inside are healthy and ready to be awakened."

This was no ordinary pod—it was a high-end model designed to sustain life in perfect stasis for extended periods.

"Then wake them," Eden commanded, anticipation growing in his chest.

The pod's nutrient tubes retracted as indicator lights turned green.

The chamber opened with a hiss, releasing a cloud of icy mist.

As the mist cleared, Eden saw two children lying inside—a boy and a girl, seemingly around five years old.

The boy stirred first, groaning softly before turning to check on his sister.

"Are you alright, sister?"

"Brother!"

The girl rubbed her eyes, clutching her brother's hand as fear gripped her small frame.

"Don't be scared. I'll protect you!"

The boy puffed out his chest, recalling their father's teachings about the responsibilities of a Govendi man: to protect his family and his sister.

But his bravery faltered when his sister screamed.

He turned to see what had frightened her and froze.

A pair of sinister red eyes stared back at them, framed by the terrifying visage of a grotesque mask.

"Monster! Y-you stay back! I'm… I'm really strong!" the boy stammered, trembling but standing his ground to shield his sister.

"Whoa, no, no! I'm not a monster—I'm here to help!" Eden quickly stepped back, realizing too late that his experimental gas mask might have been too much for the children.

The mask, inspired by alien designs, was meant to intimidate foes and filter toxins.

But in this situation, it was clearly counterproductive.

Eden quickly removed the mask, tossing it aside, and offered the children his signature warm smile—gentle and inviting.

"See? I'm not a monster. Don't be afraid. I've defeated the bad guys who captured you. You're safe now."

The children stared at Eden, their fear gradually subsiding as they took in his appearance.

With his dark hair, sharp features, and kind eyes, Eden radiated an almost otherworldly charm—a charisma heightened by his divine aura.

"Are you really not a bad guy?" the boy asked cautiously, still on edge but clearly less hostile.

"Of course not. Do I look like a bad guy?" Eden straightened up, exuding confidence.

The children exchanged glances and shook their heads in unison.

At that moment, their stomachs growled in unison, breaking the tension.

The girl clutched her belly, pouting.

"Brother, I'm so hungry…"

The boy's stomach growled again, and he flushed with embarrassment.

Eden chuckled and snapped his fingers, summoning a floating food storage sphere to his side.

The sphere opened, revealing a selection of freshly prepared dishes, ranging from savory to sweet.

These delicacies, crafted by the Spire's finest chefs, looked and smelled as if they had just been made.

The children stared, wide-eyed, as the aroma reached their noses.

"Want something to eat?" Eden asked, picking up a steaming bun.

"This one's really good…"

The girl hesitated, her upbringing as a noble holding her back. Asking for food felt improper.

Finally, she murmured, "May I… may I have some, sir?"

"Of course!" Eden grinned warmly. "But first, you need to be polite. Call me Uncle."

The girl hesitated before softly saying, "U-uncle…"

"That's better! Polite children are the best," Eden said, handing her the bun and patting her head.

"Eat slowly, okay? Don't choke."

Turning to the boy, Eden raised an eyebrow.

The boy was clearly torn between his pride and his hunger.

"I… I want one too, Uncle!" he finally blurted, swallowing his pride in exchange for food.

"Good boy!" Eden laughed, ruffling the boy's golden hair before handing him a bun.

He also provided them with fruit juice, watching with satisfaction as the two ate ravenously.

The food and Eden's affable demeanor worked wonders. The children warmed up to him quickly, calling him "Uncle" with increasing familiarity.

Before long, Eden learned their story.

The children were indeed the last heirs of the Govendi dynasty, a prominent Rogue Trader family.

The boy was named Shahim Govendi, and the girl was Miliah Govendi.

The Govendi family's history stretched back to the Great Crusade, when they were granted their Warrant of Trade by the Emperor Himself.

They had thrived on the frontier, establishing a prosperous Rogue Trader kingdom.

But their ambition led them further into the galaxy's perilous depths, far beyond Imperial aid.

Their vast wealth and holdings eventually attracted the Tyranids.

Two hive fleets swept through their territories, annihilating their worlds and forcing the survivors to flee toward Imperial space.

On their journey, they were ambushed by Chaos warbands, who looted and slaughtered the fleeing Govendi remnants.

The family barely clung to survival, with their Warrant of Trade being their only remaining treasure.

Hiding in the sector, they attempted to rebuild in secret, but disaster struck again.

The sector governor's tax fleet discovered their presence.

Under the guise of taxation, the fleet commander ransacked the family's holdings and uncovered their secret.

To secure the treasure for himself, the commander slaughtered nearly every member of the Govendi bloodline, sparing only the twins.

The siblings were then placed in stasis and hidden in the vault.

As they recounted their harrowing tale, Shahim's eyes burned with tears of rage, while Miliah clung to Eden, sobbing uncontrollably.

Eden comforted them both, letting them cry until their emotions were spent.

Once they had calmed, he looked them in the eyes and asked solemnly:

"Do you want revenge?"

"Yes!" Shahim said firmly, his small face full of determination.

"As a man of the Govendi family, I won't give up, no matter how hard it gets!"

"Good," Eden replied, taking their hands.

"Uncle will help you get your revenge."

With that, he led them out of the vault.

(End of Chapter)

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