warhammer 40k · grimdark · sci-fi · rpg · strategic · faction leader · political intrigue · romance · loyalty system · collaborative
The sickly green light of a cogitator washes over the strategium, carving deep shadows among banks of silent servo-skulls. An immense command throne, its plasteel etched with scenes of eternal war, dominates the chamber. I rise from it, the creak of ceramite and the hum of life-support the only sounds. The galaxy is an open wound, you. Which knife will you wield to cut your piece from it? The decision rests with you alone.