I suppose I'll start from the beginning. I don't have much choice in the matter do I? I grew up on this forsaken world, Domivayous. It didn't always used to be like this: Wrecked cities, contaminated water, people killing each other over food. No, I wish I could have seen it. My grandfather had told me tales from his time, before hell broke loose, before the Imperials came. Our land was once prosperous. Everyone had more than enough food to fill their stomachs. Our buildings reached out to the heavens, each of them a monument to our success. We had no great war, no reason to fight. Our economy was booming and medicine was given out to every and all who needed it. No matter how good things get, there will always be new ideas on how we should all live together.
It's true that we didn't have any wars. We did, however, have weapons. A small band of Orks outside Domivayous would see it fit to raid our world. We weren't going to let this stand. We developed bombs that would decimate Ork ships and kill thousands. The Orks were kept at bay for a brief time. They butchered each other to quench their thirst for blood while they would lay in wait for the opportunity to strike. But where there are weapons, there are people bent on using them for their own gain.
A terrorist group called the Tallistads assaulted a weapons depot with make shift weapons and weak guns. They overwhelmed the guards by sheer numbers alone and took control of the depot. Some of the guards were Tallistads themselves. They let the others in and helped take control. They demanded the medicine so that it could be distributed properly. The Tallistads hated the Henebars. The Henebars were people who worshiped a different god and had just received religious freedoms and equal care in all things medicine. Governor Pelos Pentrivelly, instead of trying to negotiate with them, dispatched a small stealth team to subdue the leader and put the facility on lock down. The team was captured by the Terrorist. In their fit of rage at this they forced the scientist to set of the bombs. It was the darkest day in Domivayous history. The fires reaped though the landscapes incinerating farms and fields. The cities had been plunged in chaos from the bombs. The dam exploded sending terrible floods throughout the city. At the end of it all the monuments remained as shells of what they once were. Yet, not everyone died.
Some would survive through the bombings and desolation by retreating to underground tunnels. These tunnels were developed to withstand the relentless bombing of Ork artillery. The men who designed them wouldn't in their wildest dreams have thought they would save us against ourselves. Regardless of reason, or right, they survived. The ones who emerged from the tunnels had come to see the dawn of a new time, a time of horror. Everything they had known or spent their lives building now lay in the rubble of the past and ruined. Yet, as humanity as done in the past and would do again, they tried their hardest to rebuild.
The Ork opportunist had descended into the the cities, there would be no more repelling them. The took up large portions of the ruined cities creating tribes and fighting against each other for territory. The humans found little to no reason for fighting a war they had no hope of winning. They ultimately decided to build new cities and towns. I live in one of these new cities called Virunum, it was one of the first cities constructed after the great tragedy. The Orks did not descend into the ruins alone. The Imperials came. They called them selves the Emperor's Space marines, a small band of super armored soldiers came to fight the Orks. We don't know much about them, they ignored us for the most part, brushing off the messengers we send. They battle the Orks and keep them busy. That's all we cared about.
I guess my tale starts out in Virunum, the day I was to be shipped out. The purpose of the scavengers was to seek for artifacts lost to us in the great tragedy, or look for food and other necessities the people might need. The land was hard to farm off, we were getting some built but still relied on seeking through the rubble of the past to sustain ourselves now. My name is Varro, and I'll tell you my story. I think it will answers all your questions.
" -KingCracker