"All heathen hearts,
Answer the call,
God of thunder bless our swords,
Our Heathen Horde,
Will never fall,
We're hungry for blood, steel and war."
Heathen Horde Wing is a small group of mercenary pilots indentured to the elusive technocractic faction, Sporicorp. Although operating within the Empire and under the allegiance of the Duval family, the Wings' true allegiance lies with needs of Sporicorp. The hidden tendrils of that organisation wrap deeply into all the superpowers as it searches endlessly for new scientific knowledge.