In the grim dark future of the 41'st millenia there is only cooking.
Since the dawn of the universe, Old Cooks and C'hefs fought to find out which cooking ways were better. Tastedar challenged immortal Iron Chefs to the battle of taste. Corrupted ways of Cooking Chaos battled Orkish improvisation.
When the Food-Emperor of the Mankind looked at the stars, he swore that Humanity shall feed them, and declared human cuisine the purest and most tasty. To achieve his dream, he created twelve Primechefs, who could detect a molecule of rosmarine in the pile of salt just by looking at it. From their geneseed he created Spice Marines - superhuman cooks, who brought taste and true deliciousness to the Xenos all across the galaxy. But the corrupt ways of Chaos cooking interfered with Emperor's plans. Horus, the strongest Primechef, declined purity of human food, and started practicing chaotic ways of cooking by mixing all sorts of ingridients into one big mess. His betrayal has put the Emperor on the Golden Throne, from where he orchestrates the big kitchen that is Imperial Space.
Many challenges exist in these grim times. Savage green beasts who could make most amazing of foods out of nothing just by believing in it; Tastedar who had millenias on perfecting their cooking ways; amazing salads and vegetarian cuisine of the Tau empire; Iron chefs who awake from their slumber to cook once more; terrible Hivemind who wishes only to consume all food in the galaxy.
You can run. You can hide. But you can not escape. Because in the grim dark future of the 41'st millenia there is only cooking.