Corva hung on to her campaign. Her children were dying in droves, the campaign at Bastille was less than satisfactory. Not only was it a sub-optimal performance, her very Legion was at risk. The only chance of any support was from the reaches of the Luna Wolves, and Corva would be damned rather than ask that harlot of her sister for help, especially since she had used the Raven Guard as cannon fodder last time. All hope was lost.

"What the hell?!" She exclaimed, seeing the landing pods and gunships. Reinforcements had arrived... but who?