Governor militant Charles Varken sighed as the inexperienced ranks of imperial guard stood before him as he made his battle preparation speech. Only a handful of the planetary defence force had more than four years of experience. That select few were called the death corps. And even the death corps was edgy at the thought of the approaching ork horde. The planet Isphyda IV (near the first Isphyda) was recently besieged by the massive ork waaaagh! Bludsuka. All but the capital city had fallen beneath its crushing weight. Now the green tide was fast approaching the city of Kaurek. When Charles realised his speech was useless, he dismissed the warriors, most of which went to their homes for a good nights sleep, but three members of the death corps had decided to drown their sorrows in alcohol. Max sat drinking a mug of beer, while his friends, Janet and Chris, did the same. "You all right Max?" asked Chris. "No way in hell man. We're gonna die tomorrow." "Not if our prayers are answered." Said Janet. Chris snorted. "Like the power marines would ever help us, seeing as this planets inhabitants are close allies of the people who sent them into exile." "Because of the civil war! So many died!" cried Janet. Max finished his beer and said, "Which, as you know full well, was caused by their chapter master, who was really a chaos space marine." "If they were to help us, we would be walking a fine line. And who's to say their fleet is even nearby?" put in Chris. Janet stood up, and replied, "I'm going to bed. See you in the morning." Max did the same, and Chris drank another mug of beer before following their example. Little did they know, the following day they would find their salvation. In a way.