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So my idea for my ig army is sorta original i suppose...

Well the story begins with a remote space station that is very well hidden and its identity is unknown expect for the high ranking imperial officers and space marines of the like. The space station heavily focuses on trading (making money duh) and R&D (research and development). For many, many years the space station named Talon IV ( i hope thats 4 , not too good with da roman numerals >:O ) has housed millions of people that either work for the imperium in the name of science or focus on trade and inter-stellar economics. Decades and decades pass and Talon IV hides in secrecy, creating vast libraries of knowledge and bathing in wealth like Hugh Hefner throwing a pool party (and we all know the crowd that would join that party XD ). Eventually, after years in hiding a small scale battlecruiser infested with the vile plague that is nurgle, finds the Talon IV, inspects it for weaknesses and decides that unleashing a toxin that would kill the inhabitants and rendering the research stations useless would be the best choice at hand. Unbeknownst to the inhabitants of Talon IV, death and decay was creeping upon them like a black widow climbing upon a child.

Once the Plague marines concocted the toxin, they took charge of their small battle cruiser and head full speed to the ventilation systems. Ignorance was the downfall of Talon IV as they thought they were demi-gods, celebrating their wealth and technology, thinking no one would ever stumble upon their utopia... until it all faded black.

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So hows it seem so far? I have the whole story in my head that leads to my IG army

I'm confused, how do you focus on trade if no one knows of your existence? Typically the secret to being a trading powerhouse is to make your wares as available and in your face as possible. Look at Wal-mart. I can certainly understand R&D though. What were they working on? Why did it need to be a secret?

Also, if this ultra-secret ultra-valuable space station was so important, how was it unprotected such that a CSM battlecrusier could just float up to it?

Lastly, how does an IG army come out of this? You seem to imply that everyone dies from the plague. Where is the army?

I think you have some interesting ideas here; you just need more details. I'll be interested to see what you come up with.