Inside the SPAM factory, the team searches for the shroud, while a deadly foe lies in wait. Walk softly, and carry a krak grenade.

Sneaking through No Man’s Land may be fraught with danger, but not compared to what lies ahead. For the emperor!

The orks are on the attack. Can the newly assembled team hold the line? There is only WAAAGH!

An adepta, some guardsmen, and an ad mech meet in a trench. It’s the start…of a bad joke (the priest is the punchline).