“We gotz boys boarding’ da battleship! They’re crawlin’ through the main guns and some broken decks!” Studgrim shouted, excitedly. Battle was brewing and the orks could feel their green blood surging through their veins in anticipation.

The oncoming freebooters could look forward to a stiff resistance mounted by this ‘volunteer guard,’ little more than pressed gangs forced to fight for the Imperium. They were vicious, crude, but effective at close quarters combat. The many dark, winding passages of an Imperial hulk was not all that different than the under-hive from where most of these men came.