(in exotic because there are non-human creatures in 40k)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>Welcome to Skjor 6, a nice little out of the way backwater imperial planet in the Periphery Sub-sector. To call the locals Corrupted by chaos would be erroneous, this world's governer used to bend knee to The Cartel a large smuggling and black market group operating in the nearby Scarus and Calixis sectors. On the very edge of wilderness space. To say the worshipers of chaos were <span class="bbc_u">among</span> them would be a given, hidden shrines to nurgle in a waste plant, chaos relics changing hands in black markets, the masquerade of slannesh dancing among the nobility... You are one of these various personages known to the ruinous powers. Sadly life has not been going well for you, the past month the planet has seen an ork WAAAGH fall from the sky. The first thing the greenskins hit was the spaceport and it's lifters along with the planetary defense guns. So here you sit, in a small nearly abandoned factory-fortress with other worshipers of the dark gods, tribals, villagers, and a few remaining PDF forces of this or that noble house.<br/>It's not much, but maybe Where there is death and destruction, there is also opportunity.... if you play your cards right... you and the other worshipers thrown together amidst the green tide can reclaim your places with the dark gods.<br/>First things first, before glory and ascendance, you need to survive the orks and get a ship.<br/> <br/></em></span><br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"I'z Don't know what Youz been told Stormboy Mobs is mighty bold, we'z is droppin from da sky, you iz not believe yer eyes!"</span></em><br/>The walls of the trade post ring out with the fire from heavy bolters. The private forces of the local merchant houses snap off shots here and there, or at least the ones who are left. About fifty men and automated bolters holding back a green tide of thousands storming out of the jungles and into the city with a mighty WAAAGH. It isn't long before an ork with a crudely built jetpack ruins things. Slamming into one of the cabled mess of generators and logic engines exploding in a mess of gore and causing malfunctions. Maljor one of the local nobility is trying to lead the failing defenders.<br/>Members of the imperial cult huddle in the chapel off the town square. Former safehouses for the faithful of the chaos cults have become impromptu bunkers and shrines of desperation turning to darker worship.<br/><br/>In one such safehouse a group plans their escape from the ork infested world. But between them and their escape is the lesser warboss SkyKrusha, and his warband full of storm boyz who have swept into the hab block between the market, founderies, and the starport.