You stare down at the hiveworld from the bridge of your ship, looking at the planet. To your surprise, the Imperials hold barely any hold on this world. The Governor is basically in charge of everything, the Planetary Defense Force is bolstered by Imperial Guard deserters and Xenos Mercenaries, and they seem indifferent in regards to everything else. 


After a short time in a shuttle, you find yourself descending into Hive Beta, to meet with the leader of Outice-81's thriving drug industry. You sit alongside a half dozen Tribals, including Opie, the gas-masked giant you saw fight, as well as Fay, Elizabeth and Elios.


The doors open, and a solid scent wave of shit hits you, causing you to retch. You walk outside, looking at the dozens of ultra-poor workers hurrying about their day. Two men wearing red leather dusters stand by the landing area, holding shotguns, wearing sunglasses and black balaclavas. The men stroll towards you, staring blankly ahead.


"Howdy," one says, staring at you. "You must be Mister Karth. And these are...?"


Your lieutenants state their names, as the man nods.


"The name's Cheq. I'll be taking you to meet the boss."


You nod, following the guard as he strolls through the streets. It takes about five minutes of walking through peasant markets, shit-filled alleys and endless scenes of the vile life of the area. Soon, you find your guard pulling open a large metal door to enter a large, bunker-like area. You walk inside, finding yourself in the bunker, which is particularly cleaner than the slums outside the bunker. You soon find yourself faced with a massive man with heavily burned skin wearing the same outfit as the guards.


"Karth, yes?" he asks. "Good to meet you. I'm Skinrik. From what your number two says, you want to purchase some cooks' contract from me."


"Number two?" you ask.


"The dude with the voice synthesizer. Primus."


"Ah, yes," you say. "Yes, he's correct. What do you have for me?"


Skinrik smiles, before walking along the hall. You follow and soon find yourself in a massive chem lab. A half dozen workers slave away at various pieces of equipment, pouring vats of chemicals into vibrating vats and other strange things. 


"Zero!" Skinrik yells.


A young woman wearing a boiler suit and a gas mask turns from mixing a vat of burning liquid and jogs over to you.


"Yes, sir?" she asks.


"This is the finest cook in the sector," Skinrik says. "And the most recent of my fiances."


Zero nods nervously, looking at you.


"This... this is the... the psychic guy?" she asks.


You nod, and she takes a deep breath, looking terrified.


"Are you alright?" you ask. "We don't bite."


"He doesn't speak for me," Elios says, as you frown as the Slaaneshi leader.


"Play nice," you say, before turning to Skinrik once more.


"Zero had some issue with psykers. She was the main cook for the Green Snakes gang, who were wiped out by the psyker gang the Mind Men. Only reason she and her cooks are alive is because I took them in."


"Uh... yeah," Zero says, a flash of annoyance appearing on her face before she goes back to her nervous look.


"They're the ones you're willing to sell me?" you ask. "You do realize that I'll need them full time, permanently, right?"


"Of course," Skinrik nods.


"So you won't see your fiance... ever?" you say.


"I can deal with it. I got six wives. Don't need another." 


"Alright then," you shrug. "How much are we talking?"


"Zero's the best cook in the sector. You want her, you'll have to fork over a cool two and a half million. You want her cooks, that'll be five million. The equipment will set you back two more. I'll have the men repair and refuel your vessel to make it a solid ten million thrones. We have a deal?"

You attempt to kidnap the cooks

Although telepathy isn't your strength, you send a message to your lieutenants and guards.


"Strike," you command subconsciously.


You look at Skinrik, sizing him up. You almost certainly need to kill him first.

You set him alight

You fire a burst of flames forward, setting Skinrik alight. He screams as flames engulf his body, but grits his teeth. With a look of pure malice, he draws a shotgun from his side holster and charges forward, fighting through the pain. Your men raise their weapons but Skinrik is faster, and with a single shot blows off your head.