Well then, you have the psychic-heavy Children of Apep, the large and advanced Tau Empire, the Dark Eldar raiders the Kabal of the Bleeding Thorn and the mercenary outfit the Dogs of War.

You visit the Dogs of War

Your shuttle docks with the Hound of Iron. You rap your knuckles against the shuttle's doors, which open as your more military minded lieutenants, Fay, Olive and Hayes, stand up from their seats.


The inside of the station is like a market. Men negotiate in front of displays of weapons and monitors showing forces fighting. Immediately, a large, bulky woman wearing robes walks over, grinning.


"Greetings, sir! How may I help you? Are you looking to hire a force of Dogs of War, or would you instead like to offer your services to the company? Or is there something else I could do for you?" 


"My name is Karth. We..."


"I have a Karth of the Bleeding Warthogs, a Captain Karth of the Joyous Hymn and a Karth of the Roar of the Vortex," she says, interrupting you as she scrolls through a datapad.


"The last," you reply, as the woman nods.


"Perfect," she says. "I'll take you to Christian."


You nod, and begin following her along the hallways, staring at the clients and mercenaries being hired from the station. A badly mutated human with six eyes is examining a squad of bestial-looking men, a rich patron talks to a heavily cybernetically modified Kroot alien who's presenting his sniper rifle, a grizzled soldier discusses plasma weaponry with a grinning woman. 


Soon, you pass through the section devoted to sales, and enter the guts of the ship. You enter a large elevator alongside a trio of massive Ogryn, who seem nervous from the tight space. After a short ride in the elevator, you arrive in what you assume is the main... "office", for lack of a better word, of the Dogs of War's leader. A massive space marine, out of his armor but still easily noticeable for his stature and appearance, sits in a large chair, looking at some reports. He looks up, expectantly.


"Thank you, Ms Lin. I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met. And you are?"


"Karth," you reply.


"I'm very sorry, but we do a lot of business. Are you the leader of the Bleeding Wart..."


"For fuck's sake," you groan. "I'm the psyker that killed Kyros. I mean like, I'm named for a tribal god on a tiny planet. How common can that name be?"


"My apologies. My name is Chapter Master Christian Firenza of the Dogs of War."


"You had an alliance with Kyros," you say. "Please, tell me about it."


"Kyros had a long-standing agreement with us. Earlier in his career, he'd lend his forces to us for the more important mercenary contracts. Later on, we promised to support his assault into imperial space."


"You're not looking for reven..."


"Revenge? Oh of course not. We're mercenaries. You've taken over Kyros funds. What reason would you have to fight? Out in this space, the only thing worth fighting for is money. So, was there more? If you need military forces, we would happily provide them for a fee. We're also more than definitely willing to hire you out as a mercenary force to make you some profits."


"Nothing at the moment, although we might take you up on the military offer soon enough."


"Perfect. Well, feel free to browse," the Chapter Master smiles.


You spend an hour or two looking into the various mercenary groups working for the Dogs of War. They certainly have a large force, but none of their forces are loyal to them. They're loyal to their thrones. Still, perhaps you should consider hiring yourself out to them. You could make a fair amount of money through this, admittedly. None the less, you soon return to your shuttle and head back to the ship.