[lynxrpken]

the idea developed from a gripe I had with GW. the ratling sniper models suck ass. I thought rat scaven ratling..... so thus was born my ratling rat snipers. later my friend told me except for them I have a really elementry army with no real flair or uniqueness. in my circle of players everyone does something special to there army. one person has a sisters army he hand carved off all of the sisters and replaced them with the sickle and hammer he also printed excerts from the communest manefesto on all of his tanks. annother player fields a "genestealer cult" with custom vhicles he makes himself out of AB resen and catalist. his HQ rides arround in a long purple limmo on dubs with blackout tint on the windows and a baby genestealer hood ornimant. boxed cadians just diden't jive in this circle. my sniper idea thus evolved into a army of mutated rats with the following story to support there place in the game

rideing through space with there army a IG unit spors a M class planet off in the distance with a mining operation in place. further scans show that the ore is being mined by caoss. they deide to wait for night to land on the far side of the planet to aviod detection and plan there attack but this failed the caoss saw the ship and fired chemical weapons at it killing everyone on board with exception of those in stasis. thus the ship crashed in the middle of the northern contenet. the crash took the stasis tubes offline which held the commisar and two offecers. jr and sr....on awakening they realized what was happening and decided to fight but with what army. they also discovered this planet had a unique resource. I entire culture of strong giant primitave rats called the slate. I like to vary the details here a bit but the commisar being all about the preservation of humanity and death to all those who oppose the emperor, told the leader of the slate he had a choice. either fight for us or we'll nuke your world and all the other ones in this solar system for good mesure. further explaining to him if he declined he wouild spend the rest of his days tracking doen any survivors and tearing out there hearts with his power fist and eating it raw. as he placed his fist on the kings chest he aggreed. they where issued guns given a brief lesson on there use(this explains there ****** BS).
hearing about this the impearium sends a few tanks that where collecting dust in storage to assist as they had no avalable regiments to spare. I think this explains everything let me know what you think of the pics and the story.