IMPERIAL URBAN STORM SQUAD

In an age of superhuman augmentation and genetic perfection, the Human Empire still fields its most reliable asset: unmodified soldiers, dragged from hive planets and agri-worlds, molded into the numerical force that holds the line. They are cheap. They are numerous. They are, and always have been, the spine of every military triumph the Empire has ever claimed. But numbers do not explain what they do. These are soldiers pulled from a hundred different worlds - professional veterans who've seen a thousand tours, and mobilised conscripts still learning where to grip their rifles. They come from factory floors and frontier outposts, from ancient urban centres where gravity barely feels right, from colonies where the weather still kills without warning. They are not the genetically perfect. They do not move in perfect unison. They do not believe they are immortal. That is precisely why they endure. Because they know. Every urban incursion, every desperate hold at a collapsed breach, every