The Brakkar Chain Planetary System

Factions Active in the Brakkar Chain

The Squats Answer the Call

The soft pulse of the plasma drives reverberated through the floor panels as Squat Paymaster Beldin Heavybeard hovered over the control console. Beyond the curved armaglass, a river of stars drifted by, their cold light glinting off the hull. Brakkar Prime loomed large in the viewport, the likely destination of the Oathkeeper and its crew.

Beldin’s brow furrowed as he skimmed through the mountain of auspex readings he had downloaded alongside a distress call from Brakkar Prime’s planetary defence network. Orks! Always Orks. So much profit lost dealing with that scum over the last decade. While Beldin’s Squat mercenary crew enjoyed venting their ancestral hatred on the accursed greenskins, the lost trade income of his cousins in the region was becoming existential. The Brakkar system couldn’t be allowed to fall, or the livelihood of half the league would be lost! As Beldin pored through the readouts, his anger and frustration increased. This was no petty warlord and his thuggish minions out for a laugh. Hundreds of Ork Rok’s had already appeared at the system’s edge. Space Hulks, tethered together with ramshackle bonding cables were being towed towards Brakkar Prime by smaller Ork craft. This was a full-scale invasion!

‘Who can we trust?’ Beldin thought to himself. The Squats knew that despite their considerable contribution to the Brakkar Chain’s economy, no human would put their life on the line to safeguard Squat profits. Space marines certainly would not, they would sacrifice millions of their civilian population just to save one turbolaser battery. ‘And they’d be right to do it’ thought Beldin ruefully.



Trade charters were fraught. Doubtless, the Squats risked losing their charters should they choose to prioritise defending their own holdings on Brakkar 02 above contributing to the defence of Brakkar Prime. Yet if they did not, those holdings were doomed. Beldin reviewed the balance of forces. Brakkar’s PDF forces were large and well equipped, but normal humans were dishonourable creatures who would put their own survival above their oaths. Several space marine chapters had forces in the region, almost as stubborn and capable as a Squat, Beldin thought but spread far too thin. Beldin’s mercenaries, and the miners of Brakkar 02 would fight to the last, but were far too few in number. The strange battle nuns and the other Imperial fanatics would help, but again too few. Pleas had been issued to local Eldar forces to assist, but hadn’t been answered. Even the prisons had been emptied, each convict bribed with the promise of freedom, and threatened with a short lifespan should they refuse.

Beldin prepared himself to address his men. If the Ancestors willed it, they would prevail, but only a fool would hold much hope…