Karsrkin Squad of the 512th Orbital Defense

A grizzled veteran of countless void-born engagements, Sergeant Viereal "Big Boss" Brassk is a towering figure among the ranks of the 512th Orbital Company. Hardened by years of brutal boarding actions and zero-G combat, Brassk has earned a fearsome reputation as an unyielding leader who gets the job done—no matter the cost.

Born into the hellish hive-stacks of Necromunda, Brassk’s upbringing was steeped in violence and survival. He was recruited into the Astra Militarum after proving his mettle in the underhive gang wars, quickly rising through the ranks due to his sheer tenacity and ruthless efficiency. Now leading a squad of elite Kasrkins, he specializes in ship-to-ship warfare, his gravelly voice barking orders through the vox as he storms enemy corridors with his signature Chainsword and Plasmapistol.

Brassk's men follow him with near-fanatical loyalty, knowing that while he is harsh, he never wastes lives needlessly. His nickname, "Big Boss," was given in both respect and jest—though none dare say it to his face. With his scarred visage, and custom carapace armor, he is a symbol of unwavering discipline in the chaos of orbital warfare.

Rumors persist that Brassk once went toe-to-toe with a Chaos Space Marine during a boarding action, holding his own long enough for his squad to detonate charges and jettison the traitor into the void. Whether true or not, none in the 512th dare question his ability to lead them through the fire—because they know, when Brassk gives an order, it’s not just a command. It’s a promise.

Kolson "Pookie" Dans is the closest thing to a guardian angel the 512th Orbital Company has—if that angel had a foul mouth, a penchant for crude jokes, and a habit of patching up the dying with one hand while firing a Hot-shot las with the other. As the squad’s designated combat medic, Dans has saved more lives than anyone can count, often under the worst conditions imaginable.

The nickname "Pookie" started as a joke—one he refuses to talk about—but it stuck, much to his dismay. Despite his grumbling, the 512th trusts him with their lives, knowing that as long as they’re still breathing, Dans will drag them back from the brink.

If something needs to be breached, blasted, or outright obliterated, Kysson "The Boom" Terra is the man for the job. The 512th Orbital Company’s resident demolitions expert, Terra has an almost unnatural instinct for setting charges in just the right place to cause maximum devastation—whether it’s blowing open a bulkhead, collapsing a tunnel, or turning enemy squads into smoldering craters.

Born on the forge world of Stygies VIII, Terra grew up surrounded by machinery, explosives, and a strict understanding of cause and effect. He quickly discovered that making things go boom was not only satisfying but also an effective way to solve problems. Drafted into the Astra Militarum, he found his calling in orbital warfare, where his skills in void-safe breaching charges and controlled detonations made him indispensable.

Terra’s nickname was earned through both reputation and accident—his first deployment saw him prematurely detonate a set of charges, sending himself and half his squad flying. Miraculously, he survived with only a few burns and a grin, laughing even as the medics patched him up. Since then, his obsession with explosives has only grown, and he treats his vast array of grenades, mines, and melta charges with the care of a doting parent.

When the corridors of a voidship turn into a kill zone, Mattias "Sweeper" Stass is the one who clears the way. A heavy weapons specialist of the 512th Orbital Company, Stass earned his nickname for his relentless, methodical approach to mowing down enemies with his preferred tool of destruction—a pack fed Hot-shot volley gun or, when the situation calls for it, a man-portable autocannon. If it's big, loud, and capable of turning heretics into paste, he's carrying it.

Precision, patience, and a steady hand—Watts "Deadeye" Zelensky embodies all three. As the designated sharpshooter of the 512th Orbital Company, Zelensky specializes in eliminating high-value targets with ruthless efficiency. Whether it’s a traitor officer barking orders, a xenos sniper lurking in the shadows, or a saboteur trying to breach the ship’s hull, if Deadeye has them in his sights, they’re already dead.

Born on the agri-world of Rithnar II, Zelensky spent his youth hunting the massive plains-beasts that roamed his homeworld, learning the value of a single, well-placed shot. When the Astra Militarum conscripted him, he adapted quickly to void warfare, trading his hunting rifle for a long-las and proving himself in battle after battle.

Zelensky isn’t the loudest or most social member of the squad, preferring to let his shots speak for him. He operates with a near-clinical detachment, always scanning for threats, always calculating angles. His skill has earned him his nickname, but his comrades know there's more to it—he doesn't just hit his mark, he never misses.

As the 512th Orbital Company’s vox operator, Archers is the vital link between the squad and command, relaying orders, calling in fire support, and keeping his comrades from walking straight into the Emperor’s judgment.

Archers earned his nickname for two reasons. First, his voice can cut through the roar of gunfire like a chainsword through flak armor—whether he’s barking orders, hurling insults at the enemy, or yelling at command to actually listen to his damn requests. Second, he just won’t shut up. If he’s not calling in coordinates or cursing out interference, he’s cracking jokes, making sarcastic remarks, or keeping his squad entertained with tall tales from his past—half of which are definitely lies.

If there’s one thing Dekker "Punk" Sweed lives for, it’s the thrill. As the 512th Orbital Company’s plasma gunner, Sweed wields one of the most temperamental and devastating weapons in the regiment—an ancient, battle-scarred plasma gun that’s just as likely to reduce an enemy to molten slag as it is to explode in his hands. And he loves it.

Sweed earned his nickname early in his service, not just for his rebellious streak but for his sheer recklessness in battle. Whether it’s charging into the fray with his plasma gun overheated and venting, or laughing maniacally as he liquefies enemy heavy infantry, he fights with a swagger that borders on suicidal. The brass hate it. His squadmates tolerate it. But no one can deny that when Sweed fires, things melt from flesh and metal to pulp and brine.

If you hear the telltale hiss of superheated air and see a glowing hole where an enemy used to be, you know Themman "Smokes" Foater has been at work. As the 512th Orbital Company’s designated melta gunner, Foater specializes in turning armor, bulkheads, and unfortunate foes into molten slag with a single pull of the trigger.

His nickname, "Smokes," is cuz, he’s rarely seen without a lho-stick clenched between his teeth outside of combat, even in the pressurized confines of a voidship.

A former factory worker from the forge world of Drade-77, Foater was no stranger to extreme heat and dangerous machinery long before the Guard conscripted him. He took to the melta gun like a natural, treating it with the same respect as the industrial plasma forges he once worked on. Unlike some of his more reckless squadmates, he knows patience is key—one well-placed melta shot is worth more than a dozen missed lasgun blasts.

Despite his calm demeanor, there’s nothing subtle about what he does. When enemy armor needs cracking or a heavily fortified position needs not existing anymore, Foater steps up. His squad trusts him to pick his shots wisely, knowing that when Smokes pulls the trigger, something is about to vanish in a molten blaze.

Just don’t try to rush him when he’s lighting a fresh lho-stick. Even in down time priorities exist.

Born on the unforgiving world of Hydris IX, a place known for its constant storms and dangerous terrain, Fours grew up learning to track, survive, and move unseen through the wilderness. His exceptional skills caught the attention of the Astra Militarum, and after a brutal training regime, he was assigned to the 512th Orbital Company, where he quickly became one of the most reliable recon troopers in the unit.

Blitz earned his nickname thanks to his speed and precision. He moves like lightning, darting between cover and using his advanced gear—like his enhanced vox and stealth systems—to slip through enemy lines undetected. His ability to identify weak points, trap locations, and enemy vulnerabilities is unparalleled, and he’s often the first to mark targets for the company’s heavier fire support or to call in artillery strikes from afar.

He thrives in the shadows, always a step ahead of the enemy and long gone by the time they realize they’ve been marked. His expertise is invaluable in orbital combat, where the smallest slip-up can cost an entire ship or company, and his reputation as a ghost on the battlefield has made him both feared and respected.

When you need information—and you need it fast—Miles "Blitz" Fours is already gone, leaving only a trail of whispers and the faintest echo of his boots on the metal decks.

If there’s a problem that can’t be solved with a grenade, Hellik "Banks" Voldo hasn’t found it yet. A grenadier gunner of the 512th Orbital Company, Voldo has a simple philosophy: when in doubt, lob another round. Whether it’s frag grenades to clear a corridor, krak rounds to punch through enemy armor, or even a well-placed smoke round to cover a retreat, Voldo knows exactly where to place his shots for maximum carnage.

His nickname, "Banks," comes from his uncanny ability to ricochet grenades off walls, ceilings, or even debris to hit enemies hiding behind cover. It’s a skill that started as a necessity—growing up in the cramped, industrial underbelly of Dalkor IV, he learned early how to angle thrown objects to land precisely where he wanted. When he got his hands on a grenade launcher in the Guard, that talent turned into an art form.