Finally, the hallowed day came, and the Emperor's flesh regenerated itself, the horrid blows Horus dealt Him sealed shut, and the Emperor lived once more. He was restored to His former glory, and across the galaxy xenos, heretics, and daemons alike trembled as His psychic emanations once again pervaded the Warp at full power.
The wars were swift, and the celebrations long. Within thirty years the Imperium of man was restored to its size and power before the Heresy.
And then the Emperor asked for us by name. He wished to meet with the Rogue Trader who had restored Him to life.
A parade stretching all the way around Terra preceded us and we were escorted to the Emperor's Palace flanked by members of the Adeptus Custodes themselves. We were, of course, asked to relinquish our weapons, but I felt that a small price to pay.
And then, finally, we were ushered before the Emperor himself. He gleamed like the heart of a supernova, his radiance blinding to us, but still we approached. We knelt before Him, and He bid us rise.
"Trader! Mathias Fellburg! You have done an incalculable service to Humanity! Name your reward, and I will grant it!"
Before the glory of the Emperor, the greed that is a Rogue Trader's life blood fled me and I felt only subservience.
"I ask nothing, Emperor, only that I might serve you."
The Emperor nodded, and said, "As you mention it, Fellburg, there is something I need."
And he leaned over to me, looked me in the eye, and he said, "I need about tree fiddy."