The Oh, So, It is the 41st millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the golden throne of Earth.

He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods and the 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 Carian Lord of the Emperium 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 battle fleets cross demon-infested measma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by

the Astronomicon, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will.

Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers

are the adeptis Astartees, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super warriors.

Their comrades-in-arms are Legion, the Imperial Guard,

and countless planetary defense 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 threats from aliens, heretics, mutants, and worse.

To be a man in such times is to be amongst untold billions.

But this ain't no story about no scrawny umeas. This is a story. about the biggest, badest, greenish boys in the whole galaxy. We's talking back to one, the only, the hawks.

And there's only three things you need to know about us.

We's the biggest and the strongest. We's made for fighting and winning and we's got

more boys than anyone else. All the dork ever wants to do forever is keep fighting, winning and looting.

Cuz in the Grim-Dartners are the far future.

There is only war and it's just how we like it.

We settle in to our setting. A lush green jungle planet of Hydria Pavos. You four

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