Occasionally I have dreams and aspirations of collating and organising all the background 'stuff' that has accumulated over the years in the 'Wargaming' folders on my computer, but inevitably something a bit less daunting becomes more... pressing.
In the late 90's/early 2000's, the Wellington Warlords ran an ongoing 40k campaign (of many years worth) set in a place of their own creation, Sector Tiberius.
One of the things that we would do before and after any tournament or campaign weekend would be to circulate battle reports in either short story format or a report by one of the various Inquisitor's that would be carrying out all sorts of Machiavellian plots behind the scenes.
Anyway... last night I was perusing the folders (again), and I found this and thought I would share it. It's some of the background that was written up for the Liber Animus tournament in 2007.
Kithrup - a planet in Sector Tiberius. Once a civilised planet famous throughout the sector as a seat of industry, agriculture and learning, now only famous for it’s twenty year struggle for control. Cities have been shattered, seas covered in poisonous scum, and even the atmosphere rendered unbreathable by a deadly cocktail of nuclear, biological and chemical weapons. Humans can’t live here, not for long, not without a sealed chem resistant suit to keep them safe from toxic poisoning. Even here, even in a place where humans can’t live, the Imperium still fights.
They fight to keep what was theirs. They fight to deny it to anyone else that would try and take it. They fight to give meaning to the sacrifices made by battle brothers. But mostly they fight out of sheer bloody-minded stubbornness.
The Inquisitorial HQ, 17th floor financial district. Formerly the offices of the planetary accountants for the Adeptus Administratum. Now a burned out chem-poisoned ruin, just like the rest of the city. Inside a temporary bubble seal the Inquisitor and his staff can work in the relative luxury of being unhelmeted in their chem-suits.
A scribe enters the protective dome and removes his helmet.
“Inquisitor - here are the reports that match your search parameters. Two confirmed contacts and two possible.”
“We also have a report from an Adeptus Mechanicus unit intercepted via the secure channel. One of their units has made it all the way through the manufactorum habs to the river.”
The Inquisitor looked up, surprised.
“That’s well in advance of projections. Our intelligence reported that quadrant was teeming with Orks.”
“Yes sir,” the scribe replied, “Apparently it was. But by the time the Mechanicus unit got there, there were no living Orks. An entire Ork Warband had been cut to pieces. In line with standing orders the Ork carcasses have all been burned to prevent the spread of spores. Analysis of the trooper video feeds suggests energy weapons were used in the attacks. The wounds are far too clean for projectile weapons. However auspex bio scanners picked up no traces of any attackers.”
The Inquisitor stood, a puzzled look on his face.
“Who can take down an entire Ork Clan without heavy artillery and still get past the Imperial forces patrolling the sector.” he wondered aloud
“Maybe we could recruit them to serve the Imperium sir?” answered the scribe
The Inquisitor frowned, paused for a moment, then laughed – a short, mirthless bark.
“I don’t think we could offer the Necrons acceptable terms of employment...”