Ornswurl's Fightin Fursts

[munkey joe paints]

This is an evolving document for the Ornsworld Fighting First: Stumper Muckfoots Great Company. I have 2 guys immortalized in here Warmaster Romulas and Dagoose as they were instrumental in the production of fluff and models for the army. As the battle for Catrian Prime works out I will add more fluff and so on.....so Here we go with installment #1 History

Ornsworld’s Fighting Firsts

A history of Stumper Muckfoots Great Company

Back in the day when the Emperor walked the planet named Terra, His chosen Son turned against his Father and Began the Turbulent times. The Emperor spread his words all across the galaxy and came to a Planet called Ornsworld. When he came to this planet he discovered a race of humans that were small and quick, with deadly accuracy with their primitive strap shots. Standing at only 3.5 foot each these warriors were the perfect addition to the Emperors new human army, The Imperial Army. He collected some of the proud warriors and took them to his training planet and taught them the arts of projectile shooting and concealment. These warriors then returned enlightened and thrust the entire Ratling race forward as a formidable soldier supply for the Imperial Army as snipers. One of these Snipers, A young Scrapper by the name of Stumper Muckfoot, set out into the Service of the Emperor. As his fame grew as the best shot in all of the Imperium he became well respected by the other soldiers, but was always aware of the sly comments and harmful jokes from the taller “normal” humans. So when Stumper retired from Imperial service he went back to Ornsworld and started to work.

Stumper decided that the only way for the other soldiers of the Imperium to respect the Ratling race as a whole was to be just like the rest of the other planets and recruit his own army from his homeworld. Stumper recruited from all of his clans and chose only the best suited for service. He then founded “The First’s” (Ornsworld’s first IG army). The firsts (or “Tha fursts” as Ratlings as a race are known for colloquialism and Bad Gothic) were now at the Mercy of the Imperium and submitted orders for service to the Administratum. At first received as a Joke the Administratum sent a Imperial Emissary to rank and evaluate the “army” and place them in a operation. Impressed with the grit and fortitude of the new force, The Firsts were given rights as a Self standing army and decreed as Ornsworld’s Fighting First: Stumper Muckfoots Great Company. This company then went on to gain fame in several battles and Became known as one of the best surgical strike teams in the Segmentum Obscuras (Galactic North). Fame quickly found it way back to the Administratum and The First soon saw more and more actions and conflicts. Ratlings subbed out to other armies began to join the home world army and The First’s ranks grew and grew! All seemed great as more and more ratlings were joining the ranks of the Ornsworld first and leaving to fight for glory in the Imperium.

And then tragedy struck. In the Gothic War (see also Abbadon the Despoiler, 12th Black Crusade) Ornsworld was Ravaged by Chaos Space Marines said to be of the Black Legion. They killed thousands of Ratlings in search of “the Eye of Darkness”, an artifact said to have the power to help awaken the mythical Blackstone Fortress. As there was no army to protect the planet because the first was gone on campaign in Segmentum Solar (Galactic Center), the planet was all but destroyed. The First returned to a planet in ruin. In the light of their service to the Emperor of Mankind, Terra High Council rebuilt the planet into a industrialized planet and made it a production world for Ratling pattern weaponry and armor. Taking templates from the nearby planets Danika, Voss, and Stygies many tanks, transports and weapons were reverse engineered and new templates were made to produce Ornsworld pattern Leman Russ tanks, Chimeras, sentinels, and Weapons. It is said that remnants of the extinct Squat race moved to Ornsworld to help with the production process as their own homeworld was destroyed in the Gothic War. No one can confirm or deny this rumor But the Ratling Race has the ability to produce ANY standard armaments, be it vehicle or weapon, in a smaller Ratling sized Ornsworld Pattern. This gives the rumor some credit.

Ornsworld now is a thriving planet with a full army of 12 Battle Companies, a full production line for armor and weapons on planet surface and on the moons, as well as a well know trading/gaming hub for the Segmentum Obscurus region. Frowned upon by other races for being unruly and crude, ratlings are well known for their pin point accuracy and cooking abilities. They are just as notorious for their practical jokes, gambling rings, and their kleptomania. Most IG units that have Ratlings attached reported a higher instance of missing items and gambling rings. They are also known to carry bags of a chewing tobacco like substance called “jabbah”, which seems to calm the hyperactive, fidgety Ratling race making them less likely to turn and run in the face of danger. This substance in normal humans has the same effects as Kalma and Obscura and is deadly in large amounts.

[munkey joe paints]

This is instalment #1 for the Catrian Prime campaign Steve is doing. It is in 2 parts but only covers up to the first battle. I "stole" the info on the planet from Steve and is the Commissars description of the moon.

Catrian Prime

The LT paced back and forth contemplating the orders. After a long silence he looked up and finally spoke, all humor gone from his normally cheery face.

“SGT Boffin, SGT Mungo, I needs yous ta assembuls da guys together.”

The 2 Vets moved out quickly as they knew something was going on. Something big. Two Hours later, in the grand hall, the entire Platoon B was together wondering what was going on.

“OK whats I has hear iz a orda frum da Capin. Hes told us ta go ta dis place called Catrian Prime.” The LT stated. “Nows I am gonna taks sums of ya wiff me and sums are gonna stays hear. I wants Sqwads Wun and Tews ta go down on da moon wiff me and we gonna sees whats goin on dere. Da rests of yas iz gonna listin to LT. Whitfurrows tills I gets bak. Any questins bout it?”

“Yea, I has wun. Why I gots ta listin tad at CHERRY Lt? He caint evin cook hardbreads yet!” Sgt Deepdelver from 4th squad asked.

“cause I sais so! Now No Moor uf ya Lips! Roger?” Lt Romulas replied

A grumble was heard all around and all the Sgts knew it was going to be real crazy for the next few days, as the New LT Whitfurrows had no time as an actual Platoon leader. New or “Cherry” officers usually have the troops doing silly details and things instead of making side bets on the races. They don’t really know what to do yet and they must teach them not to listen to the Sgts at the officer schools on Ornsworld.

“SGTs have yor mens ready in 30 mins foar a breaf. We gots to lern bout dis place frum a team sent by da Big Guy himself!” LT stated.

After 30 mins Both squads were in the galley, along with the vet command squad of Lt Romulas. Not long after the soup was served Lt Romulas and 2 other figures walked in. One was a Ratling, as you could tell by his feet and short stature only, due to the fact he was in heavy robes, and one was An Imperial Commissar, gruff and tall even for a tally with a stone cold gaze. Not a Ratling dare spoke a word as Commissars are known to hate Ratling because as they say they are “undisciplined”. The Lt walked to the front of the room with the others in tow and demanded everyone’s attention.

“Ornswurl’s Fursts, Dis iz Commissar Haas, of the sintrul moonbais dafinse an Falco Peatfingers, from Commandur Muckfoots persunal grup. Day ar hear ta tellz us bout da moon Catrian Prime.”

The tall Commisar looked across the assembled Ratlings with grey cold eyes and twisted his scarred face down into a scowl of disapproval. He regained his professionalism and then pulled the corners of his black greatcoat back to reveal a very ornate boltpistol and placed his hands on his hips as he began to speak.

“Catrian Prime is an odd system located on the outer rim of Imperial Space in the Ultima Segmentum. It is a Single Star with a Single Gas Giant that orbits it. The Gas giant is roughly 4 times the size of jupiter and has a gravitational force that makes life un-sustainable on it's very dense core. However the planet labeled as XYN-4567 is orbited by 2 moons: Catrian Prime and Catrian Secundus.Catrian Secundus is small and was rendered un-inhabitable almost 300 years ago when an Imperator Titan's Reactor went critical and destroyed most of the moon in the process. Catrian Prime is about 1/2 the mass of Earth and has little to no differences ecology wise from earth. What makes Catrian Prime special is not the moon itself, but the fact that XYN-4567 is thought to be in the process of gathering enough energy in itself to become a newborn star. And the energy-siphoning from XYN-4567 has the potential to make whoever holds Catrian Prime enough Energy to power untold machines and create pieces of technology unheard of since the Dark Age of Technology. And so the races of mortals have decended upon the small moon in an attempt to claim it for the Imperium. As the first few weeks passed on the moon of Catrian prime, it has seen many a bloody encounter as the orks have rampaged to an almost unstoppable WAAAAGH! and have even enountered other orks in their wake. This information is all that we have at the moment and is from a data slate sent to me by a confirmed source. He is a High Lord of Terra, and is responsible for this campaign. ”

[munkey joe paints]

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.