Life in the hives was kinda harsh, but we made do. With a lot of our luxury and services industry gone under artillery fire or something else, many women went to the Guard, and many others *went to the Guard* if you know what I mean. I was among the latter, gotta earn money somehow and a Guardsman´s pay is not that good. And let me tell you, being a Guardswhore was not an easy job, because with the men´s wives back at the cities, we were the de-facto female support for the men. This was not just sex, it was counseling for the horrors of war, and we gave it our all because the men needed it. Some time ago, the hope for the Space Marines to come and help us had faded, so it was a real bad time in the trenches.
So, eventually, General Ralduun says that´s enough, we gotta kill those green bastards ourselves. So what did he do? He conscripted us Guardswhores. Now, at first we were all kinda scared and angry, but you know what? We felt appreciated because somebody in command saw us as actual soldier material, something more than whores. So we trained hard, fought harder, and we beat the Orkz back. Hundreds of Guardsmen and *Guardswomen* died, even if we used the biggest boom-makers in our arsenals, but we were winning.
Then, during our final push, these gray boxes start falling, and huge, manly guys in heavy armour and braided beards start carving the Orks up very nicely. Turns out they are the “Space Wolves”, so we start cheering until their leader, he stops and yells “stay back, women, we´ll do the rest of the fighting for you, you go back to your hearths!”