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Part 2 of the Catrian Prime campagn. This brings us to right before the first battle.


The Ratling then moved forward and pulled his cloak from around his head, revealing a pale, drawn face and jet black eyes. He did not have a cheery look about him at all like a real ratling should and was almost scary to look upon. He was Ratling but only by race, as he was a Ratling READER!!! One of the rarest forms of psykers there is. All of the Ratlings were taken back by this simple act, and with the attention now focused on him he began to talk in what seemed to be a very dramatic tone.

“You have every right to be afraid, Trooper Todo Loamsdown of Foxburr Shire.” He said pointing to the now very shaken trooper. “There are many enemies awaiting you on the moons surface. Some you will know, but others you may call Allies. You will lay in the dust of this moon but your death will grant your team victory and your sacrifice will grant you a seat by the Emperor. “

All was quiet for several seconds until Trooper Meridock Brownlocks, the Platoon comedian chimed in with a “WWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! I iz Scareh”. The platoon then burst into boisterous laughter and all hopes of continuing were lost. The LT then ordered the Sgts to move the men to the equipment room for kit and ammo draws.

The men continued to gesture and joke about the Ratling Psyker and Commissar as they left the room, mocking their words and poses. The LT looked up at the less than pleased Commissar as he glared down at the young officer.

“Your men are insubordinate and you lieutenant are a command failure. I am within my rights as An Agent of the Imperial Commissariate to relieve you of your command and discipline your troops.”

As Lt Romulas searched for an excuse the Ratling Reader interrupted with a waive of his hand. He then looked up at the Commissar, who was noticeably angry with the patrol commander, and dismissed him just with a look. The Commissar then took a step back and straightened his great coat and looked away.

“Your men WILL suffer, Lieutenant Romulas, if you do not heed the Tarot. You will be alone on the moons surface, and reinforcements are slow to come. Heed the Tarot, and you will be Commander. Heed it not and you will die here on this moon.”

“Wull I thinks we can handles some orksiz, Sur….” The LT said

“Then you will die for it is not just orks that await you. Enjoy the last days of your life lieutenant.” The Ratling Psyker stated and then turned and left the rooms with the Commissar close behind.

The LT sat slumped in a chair pondering why the Reader handed him a card with a Space Marine carrying the Black Standard of the Mystical Rose.