In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war.
The Blighted Prophecy is in the hands of the Heretics as they sail through the stars. Escorted by the Word Bearers, they arrive at the Ragged Helix, home of degenerates, pirates and ne'er-do-wells of all sorts. What are they here for?
Whether it's a ship, new equipment, or wandering the next leg of their journey, the Heretics have arrived at the cluster of asteroids. Some have atmospheres, others do not. But here they are at the cluster, a port of trade in the territory of the Pirate Prince Mordechai the Wretched.
Here, at port, the Heretics will conduct their business, and with the smiles of the Dark Gods upon them, form their first Compact.