Devastation of Shuira

"The night lit up, plasma fire, gauss flayers, bolterfire. We prayed and prayed, but all that awnsered them were things from the stars... dark things... deadly things."- A Shuira PDF survivor

Shuira was a night world of little renoun, home to a meger population and out of the path of most Imperial trade routes. However it was home to various dark secrets, the formost being a Chaotic artifact of great power, and the dark warband of Traitors, the Archfeinds would decend for it. But they were not the only ones seeking the relic, the renowned Gem-Heart Theif,

Chapter One: Da Blasta
"C'mon ya gitz! Git da rokkz flyen and blast dem umies!" Tuska Face'Melta roared as his Kill Krooza came out of the Warp, knowing the world they were decending upon was likely to have defenders, and the Undaboss wanted to cut off any hope of his target fleeing. Tuska picked his blacktoothed maw with a stray squig bone from the simple scrap plate that lay on the small table next to his command throne at the brinde of the Krooza. "Of all da zoggen roks..." he started as the cracked and static ridden veiwscreen showed the meger Imperial fleet against the backdrop of a pitch black night world. The star system istelf was very dim and bleak, it looked dead, depressing. "'Ow com we neva get ter fight on a tek wurld er sumthen?" Tuska murmered to himself, it had been too long since he and his boyz had enjoyed a real fight, every time a WAAAGH! rolled around the Masta would stick him and his boyz on some posh side job.

"Bekauz ur lot ain't ment fer propa fighten." Tuska almost jumped out of his throne, it was the Lu-Tenent, Bomchommpa. The Masta's right hand Ork and the reason Tuskas boyz were relegated to sacking this world.

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