Falcon's Rise

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Man of war

Prologue The sun was starting to set on Rynn’s World casting long shadows over the Planetary Capital of New

Rynn City. Though night was approaching the victory celebrations continued as citizens, PDF, Imperial

Guardsmen cut lose after a two year of a bitter campaign against one of the largest Ork Waaaghs! that

Rynn’s World had ever faced since then the previous Ork Invasion in the year 988.M41. Lead by Warboss

Arch Killa of Chrisios the Ork Waaagh! had threated to sweep through Ultima Segmentum if left

unchecked. Now with the Orks defeated Rynn’s World celebrated, but not Commissar Thaddeus Falcon

who was busy policing his Regiment the 7th

Macharian Storm-Troop. The Macharians were good fighters

but they were also a regiment of green troops coming off their first victory, which Gates had to keep his

eye on especially now when they’d be drinking and sporting for a fight. He had already broken up six bar

fights between his boys, other guardsmen and PDF troops by just show up at the scene of the brawls.

The Macharians knew Gates was a hard bastard and a man to be feared as much as the God-Emperor

himself but he was also a fair man. He was on his way to yet another brawl in another tavern this fight

was between a Platoon of Macharians and some PDF troops. When he arrived Gates saw a few PDF

troops lying outside the bar, clearly they had been thrown out the large window in front of the bar.

Looking inside it looked like the Brawl had turned into a three-way fight between the Guard, PDF, and

bar patrons. Falcon stepped over the PDF troopers outside and into the bar through the window. No one

seemed to notice his presence and kept fighting. Falcon drew his Bolt pistol from his holster and fired

once in the air, the bark of the fearsome weapon ended the brawl abruptly. When the Fighting had

ceased he eyed every last Guardsman, PDF trooper and Patron. He spotted Lieutenant Zaysev the

commanding officer of the Necromunda Platoon amongst the troublemakers. The Lieutenant was a tall

man built like an ox and wasn’t easily freighted but when Falcon looked directly at him his face went

pale with dread. The reason why he had even made lieutenant was because the Commissar shot the

previous Lieutenant for questioning one of Major Bohan’s orders.

‘Lieutenant Zaysev front in center…NOW!’ The Lieutenant quick moved to stand before the Commissar

at attention.

‘Commissar Sir, the boys just…’

‘Did I tell you to speak Lieutenant?’ Falcon interrupted the Lieutenant before he could finish what he

was saying.

‘This is your platoon is it not Lieutenant?’ Falcon asked.

‘Yes Commissar it is my-’

‘Are you not responsible for the actions of the men under your command?’ Falcon asked sliding his

hand down to his holstered Bolt Pistol.



‘Yes sir.’ Zaysev answered and swallowed hard as he notice the Commissar’s hand resting on the butt of

his Bolt Pistol afraid that he was going happen next. There was dead silence in the small bar as

Guardsman, PDF, and bar patrons watched the exchange.

‘Then deal with your men Lieutenant, before I give another man in your platoon a chance to advance

himself into your position.’

‘Sixth Platoon back to the Space Port. Where we will remain at Regimental billets until further notice.’

Zaysev ordered his platoon. Sixth Platoon quickly gathered their things and left the bar no one dared

complained about having to return to the Space Port. The Commissar had let them off easy tonight and

they were thankful for small mercies.

Now sitting in the padded leather back seat gazing out the tinted window next to him watching as the

black staff car he was riding pasted people in the streets cheering and drinking. He looked at his own

reflection in the window he was in his early 30’s and like most people from his homeworld Cadia he was

naturally tall with a strong athletic-build, blonde close cropped hair, violet eyes and a stern face with

sharp facial features. His Commissarial uniform looked a size too small for his impressive build; there

was a joke around the regiment that he was Catachan born to a Cadia family by mistake. Falcon let out a

long tried sigh he’d been up for two days review Regimental reports and rosters trying to fill some of the

vacant positions left open my those killed during the fighting.

‘Are you ok Commissar?’ enquired his Adjutant Sergeant Ganz from the driver’s seat.

‘I’m fine.’ Falcon replied.

‘Where too next Boss?’ Ganz asked as he continued to drive.

With the bar fights stopped and word spending to the other Necromunda units in the city thatCommissar Falcon was on the prowl there shouldn’t be any problems from the 12

th the rest of the night.

He could meet with his fellow Commissars at local social club and relax for a bit but before he could tell

Ganz where to head to next, his Comm-band came to life in his ear with a request form a local Arbite

Judge to come to Talon’s square.

‘To Talon’s Square Ganz.’

The First thing Falcon noticed when he arrived was that whatever he’d been called to Talon’s Square for

it wasn’t another drunken bar brawl. The Arbite Judge that called Captain Krull meant Falcon as he got

out of the staff car. Captain Krull was a short man with broad shoulders, wearing a black overcoat and

Carapace armour of the Adeptus Arbites.

‘Commissar Falcon.’ Captain Krull said.

‘Captain, what seems to be the problem?’



‘Well Commissar, about an hour ago one of my foot patrols were dispatched to investigate a disturbance

here. Whatever happened was over by the time the patrol arrived, they found a woman in the alley

badly beaten and half naked.’

‘She was raped.’ Falcon stated more than asked.

‘Yes, I called you down here because there was a witness that saw the young woman with one of your

boys tonight, she was also in uniform.

‘She’s Guard, what unit?’ Falcon asked. The Calderon Rifles had a significant number of female troopers

that had been one of the regiments deployed on Rynn’s World with the Necromunda 12th

.

‘The Calderon Rifles, my patrol man recognized her uniform.’ Captain Krull answered.

‘Where is she Captain?”



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