Chaos war bands have never been known for being well organized, or well armed. Often barging into battle without a plan, armed with weapons made of broken parts of others, with vehicles centuries old and corroded which ran on little more than luck and prayers. They have no ranks, no commanders, and operate on little more than a strong, brotherly bond the majority of cultists share with eachother, and an overwhelming desire to be  noticed by their own patron god of the chaotic pantheon.

This bond is, however, not universal between the followers of chaos, neither is the desire for their gods to notice them. To some, the desire to turn to chaos comes from the desire of a freedom that the Imperium of Man rejects, or the desire for ceaseless war and battle. For these few, infighting is common, and to be expected.

One such man, a traitor guardsman by the name of Gregori Tushar, felt neither the desire for acknowledgement nor the brotherly love his fellow followers felt towards one another. He desired freedom, an escape from the cruel hand of the Imperium of Man and the sixty-eighth Gilgmeshi regiment.