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Warhammer 40,000 Explained Through the Imperium's Mechs   Who would win, Darth Vader or the Master Chief? What's the best sci-fi spaceship, a Star Destroyer, or the Enterprise? Comparisons of different science fiction franchises are a common nerdy mental exercise and topic of debate but one thing that comes up time and time again, if Warhammer 40,000 gets brought into the mix, everything else loses. Why is that? The answer is scale, Warhammer is just on a completely different scale to other science fiction franchises to an absurd degree.  Fans of the Warhammer 40,000 universe know well how massive and expansive it is. Nothing can be more sticky than a friend asking something like: "so what is a Space Marine?" A simple question can lead into hours of explanation over even a relatively simple topic in the universe. Outside of the simple stuff like Space Marines though there are so many other nooks and crannies full of different and diverse organizations, peoples, techno

 The Heralds of Morkai  Introduction:  Striking from the void in armor the color of the midnight sky, with fangs bared and blades drawn the Heralds of Morkai appear without warning, strike without mercy, and vanish without a trace. Many enemies of the Imperium have come to fear their own shadows after encountering this strange and savage chapter. In a short span of years the Heralds of Morkai have gained a reputation for their brutal yet efficient methods and their mastery of ambush and stealth tactics. Origins:  The Heralds of Morkai are a recent addition to the ranks of the Adeptus Astartes. Established during the early years of the Indomitus Crusade during the Ultima Founding the Heralds of Morkai were created initially with a core body of veterans from the Unnumbered Sons of Russ, split off from the ranks of the Grayshields and formed into a new successor chapter of the Space Wolves. Records from the founding of the chapter mention the Imperium awarding the Heralds of Morkai a chap

  A Day On the Job A House Cenwulf Short Story    Aivar dreamed of water. Cool, refreshing, clean, the feel of it running down his throat, quenching his thirst without leaving a bitter or metallic aftertaste. He felt a cool glass in his hand and swirled its liquid contents around, watching mesmerized as droplets of condensation gathered on the outer surface of the container. He lifted the glass back to his lips and began to tip it back, ready to drink and then... Bang, bang, bang. Aivar woke with a jolt as the door to his small cabin was hammered repeatedly by something heavy and metallic on the other side. Dirty fists balled up and smashed into his eye sockets, rubbing back and forth as he tried to clear the sleep from his eyes and wake up. It was only as he sat up and looked around that he saw the duty rotation light in the corner of the room strobbing but from the small vox-box underneath there was nothing but a dull buzzing, it was busted, again. “Damned thing is