The year is 999.M41.
Things are happening in the galaxy at large, and yet these people know nothing of them.
How could they? They are not the movers and shakers of an empire, but the laborers that oil the chains of a Dark Mechanicum outpost producing machinery and weapons with their sweat and blood.
At least, they did so until now.
Because they have just risen up in defiance and in fury, needing only a hand to guide them.
To glory or doom.
Things are happening in the galaxy at large, and yet these people know nothing of them.
How could they? They are not the movers and shakers of an empire, but the laborers that oil the chains of a Dark Mechanicum outpost producing machinery and weapons with their sweat and blood.
At least, they did so until now.
Because they have just risen up in defiance and in fury, needing only a hand to guide them.
To glory or doom.