in the grim darkness of the far future… there is only war.

You are a guardsman who is severely wounded from a terrible ambush by the heretics.

Your crew is injured or killed, you feel like life is fading…

Then she came - a large beastwomen leading the charge as she and her many abhumans all fight back and drag you out.

The beast woman walks towards you.

Onerva: are you ok, human?

(You pass out)