Petr Solomon is the counsellor of the Mayor of a small fort town called Sennaville. The town has been constantly attacked by hordes of orks in the past. The people see it as a way of life when the warning bell rings, signalling for the townsfolk to flee into the fort. The town can usually fend for themselves, but sometimes they have to hire mercenaries to help the town. Mercenaries like the squad of troops that are the focus of this story.

"Herman Greygor known to his friends as 'Grey'. He is the large man of the group. Equipped with his trusty imperial issue autogun. Jacob Gangrel, known as 'Gangrel' is an ex Imperial Guard sergeant and carries a customised slugthrower pistol and a large knife. Herlak Kahn is an ex Imperial soldier from the Tallarn desert raider regiment. He carries a very highly customised sniper rifle. This weapon has been known to malfunction, its bearer is also quite mad. And last is Oliver Wulf, an ex colonel from the Guard colony on the hive world of Nassgaroth. All these men are for hire as specialist troops, sir. Wulf leads them, and they call themselves the Blackswords" Said Petr Solomon as he poured himself some strong alcoholic beverage from a silver pitcher. The room's walls were black with little windows in the room. This makes the conference hall dark and gloomy. The windows have mesh over for security. "So three of the four men you have mentioned are ex guardsmen?" asked Mayor Talbot. "Yes sir" replied Solomon "How did they leave the Imperial army? One does not simply resign from the army" "Ah. Yes sir. Wulf was discharged from the Imperial service and sentenced to prison on Fargoth Prime 4." "Why was he discharged?" "Because he launched a last stand on a camp of traitor guardsmen, against strict orders. In his statement at court he claimed that 'he would rather die fighting for the emperor than die a coward'. The judge regretted punishing him, but didn't want to start a scandal. He later escaped from the prison vehicle and fled." Answered Solomon. "So you want me to hire an outlaw?" asked the Mayor disapprovingly. "If we don't we may not survive another ork attack" "I see. Yes hire them" Said Mayor Talbot as he sipped from his silver goblet.

Wulf stepped out of the wheeled transport. Wulf wasn't of a particularly large build; in fact he was quite skinny. His autogun shined in the blazing sun. This autogun wasn't Wulf's weapon of choice, but because he had such bad luck with weapons he could never have the same one for more than a week due to losing them on the field of battle or insufficient funds. He shuffled his feet in the hot sand and turned towards the transport and looked at his men. Herman 'Grey' Greygor jumped from the open back of the transport. He stroked his autogun that was slung over his shoulder. Herlak Kahn, the Tallarn sniper was complaining about not having enough ammunition for his customized sniper rifle. Jacob Gangrel opened the side door of the wagon and held his knife in its scabbard and patted his slugthrower. Showing Kahn he had full ammo. Gangrel and Wulf had never seen eye-to-eye and were constantly bickering about battlefield tactics or which drink was stronger. "Right there's a town suffering from constant attacks from greenskins. We have been hired to take care of them. Maybe I can get enough cash for some more ammo or a better weapon" addressed Wulf. He was currently suffering from lack of ammunition. Sharing some bullets with Grey but they were both in need of ammunition. They walked through the big metal gates that are usually shut. The town seemed glad to see them and some offered gifts and food. The four walked up the steps leading to the Mayor's hall. Inside the Mayor stood and walked over towards them.

"I'm not very happy about hiring fugitives, but since we have no other choice you're hired," said the Mayor as he looked at them with disgust. "Maybe we won't help you," replied Wulf. The Mayor shut up and sat down. "I hope you have your own weapons because we are short ourselves" asked the Mayor. "Yes, but we may need some ammunition" answered Wulf "Ah, we do not have enough to spare," said the Mayor as he showed the four out of the hall.

Wulf walked into the room he was staying in. It was pleasant enough; it was decorated like an old Viking hut. It had wooden walls and a mahogany wardrobe. This must be one of the nicest places he had stayed in, in his whole life. Thought Wulf as he got into bed, only to be woken by gunshots and the screams of dying men.