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With the planetary defence forces neutralised at the landing zone, the betrayal was complete. Jackal Company did not waste a second in turning the crisis to its advantage. Ignoring the scattered pockets of the starved populace still clinging to the exterior habitats, Warsmith Kord ordered the captured Guardsmen to the firing lines, forcing them to turn their guns on their former comrades who didn't know surrender, while the Iron Warriors consolidated the most vital fuel depots. Kord did not fight to exterminate; he fought to possess. Over the next thirty hours, his Astartes executed a flawless, brutal campaign of structural seizures, using Vindicators and Siege Breaker squads to methodically punch through fortifications and secure infrastructure intact. The rebellion, already exhausted by starvation and a lack of leadership, crumbled into disorganised pockets of angry, hungry defiance. Once the logistical grid was secure, Kord focused his cold attention on the Governor’s Citadel, a spire of black ceramite towering above the main hive, officially named Apex-Gantry but colloquially known as The Grind. He took it not by siege, but by infiltration. Using captured schematics from the executed Commissar, Kord led a small, specialised unit through the maintenance levels and into the Command Tower. The final moments were short and inevitable. The Planetary Governor, trembling and clad in expensive, pointless finery, offered terms, pleas, and titles. Kord silenced it all with a burst from his Volkite Pistol, staining the gilded floor with the blood of the Governor and his handful of corrupt aides. The Warsmith then activated the command protocols, officially taking control of the entire planetary administration in the name of the Warmaster, and thus completing the Vosa V Betrayal. With the Citadel secured and his rule established, Kord began the methodical sweep of the sprawling complex, personally overseeing the capture of sensitive data-vaults and cypher protocols. It was then, deep within the private residential wing, that he heard it. It was music. Not the harsh, rhythmic chants of industry he was accustomed to, nor the mournful clang of a thousand defeated sieges, but a complex, ordered melody that was structured, yet alive with emotion. The sound was so jarringly wrong in the blood-soaked and smoke-filled tower that Kord halted his Astartes retinue with a gesture. He traced the music to a small, ornate chamber, its door hanging half-open, having been torn from its hinges in the hasty, final evacuation. Kord stepped through the ruined threshold, his heavy armour quieted by the thick, dust-covered rug. There, seated beside a metallic, gothic lyre, was Lady Lyra. Clad in a simple, soiled gown, she was utterly oblivious to the bloodbath outside her door, her head bowed as her fingers danced across the strings. The music, intricate, perfect, and utterly without peer in the grim utility of the Imperium, hit Kord with the force of an undeflected artillery round. He saw not a civilian, but a form of creation he had never been able to achieve. He saw a talent that perfectly rendered order and beauty from chaos, the ultimate expression of the artistry his Primarch, Perturabo, had yearned for but never received. This was not a resource to be managed; it was a god-like gift of pure, unblemished Art. Kord stood, transfixed, until the melody concluded. The silence that followed was broken only by the rasp of his own power harness. Lyra finally looked up, her gaze meeting the cold, silver optics of the towering Warsmith. Fear should have been paramount in her eyes, but Kord saw only a deep, weary focus. He strode forward, dismissing the dead Governor and his useless life from his thoughts. He towered over the girl, the grim bulk of his IV Legion armour filling the room. For the first time in days, he removed his helm and let her look upon his face. 'You,' he commanded, his voice a low rumble that brooked no argument. 'You will accompany me. You will be safe, you will be guarded, and you will play that music only for me.' He paused, a flicker of something close to obsession crossing his hard features. 'You are no longer a mere Governor's daughter. You are now mine. You are the Muse of Olympia.'

The toxic haze clinging to the landing zone of Vosa V began to fracture, yielding to the roar of a descending void craft. It was the Frigate Pillar of Olympia, a hulking mass of grey ceramite scored with the unmistakable yellow and black chevrons of the IV Legion. The vessel settled with an almost seismic impact. Its exhausted plasma conduits vented violently into the polluted air. For a silent, strained moment, the ship loomed, its bulk an oppressive presence, pressing the small assembly of Planetary Defence Force Guardsmen and their jittery Commissar into nervous stillness. A discordant klaxon blared, and blinding amber strobes flared as the main siege ramp ground open. Out strode the Astartes of Jackal Company, clad in the dull, unadorned silver-grey of the Iron Warriors Legion. Their Mark III 'Iron' armour, with its plates reinforced with makeshift hazard-stripes, gave them the appearance of living, walking siege weaponry. They moved with the cold, mechanical precision of automata, forming four compact blocks of eight Marines, their bolters held at a parade rest. Finally, the shadow of Warsmith Barrak Kord fell over the scene. He emerged, a mountain of iron clad in veteran markings and a custom-wrought power harness, his shoulders draped with a heavy mantle of black and gold synth-silk. Two veteran Astartes Lieutenants, equally grim in tactical plate, took positions at his flanks. Kord strode forward, his pace unwavering and powerful, until he towered over the waiting Commissar. “My Lord Warsmith,” the Commissar stammered, offering a stunted bow that bordered on an apology. “By the grace of the Master of Mankind, you are here. The situation is dire, gravely dire.” He gestured wildly towards the smog-choked horizon. “The populace is in full revolt; they have seized control of almost every key Manufactorum and Promethium depot. We dare not engage with heavy weapons, lest we incur damage that compromises the Imperial Tithe.” Kord remained motionless, though his face was concealed by his helm, the Commissar could feel his eyes fixed upon him from beneath it. His silence hung heavy in the air. “My Lord, Diplomacy has failed,” the Commissar finished, the confidence draining from his voice like air from a punctured lung. The silence returned, absolute and terrifying. Then, with a sudden, economic movement, Kord drew the heavy Volkite Pistol holstered at his hip and fired a silent, focused beam of energy that punched through the Commissar’s forehead. “Diplomacy has failed,” Kord growled. Before the body could crumple, the assembled Marines of Jackal Company raised their bolters with a single, synchronised clack and unleashed a storm of high-explosive rounds that pulverised the stunned Guardsmen. Within seconds, the landing pad was silent, the air thick with the smell of ozone and spilt Imperial blood. The conquest of Vosa V had begun.

http://www.bolterandchainsword.com/index.php?app=downloads&module=display&section=screenshot&id=696 File Name: Palanite Enforcer Gang List Unofficial Update File Submitter: Dosjetka File Submitted: 22 Mar 2022 File Category: Necromunda Released in July 2019, The Book of Judgement introduced a number of new additions to the Necromunda game including a new gang: the Palanite Enforcers. Since then, a number of books have been released covering and updating the main Houses and other gangs, and I feel the Palanite Enforcers could use a rules update to bring them more in-line with recent rules publications. With that in mind, I present to you the Palanite Enforcer Gang List Unofficial Update! The main adjustments: Brought the gang list layout and content up-to-date with those found in the House of books. Made Enforcer and Subjugator classes separate fighter profiles. Adjusted/boosted the stats for Leaders and Champions. Modified the skill access for Leaders and Champions. Removed the free stub gun and (layered) flak armour from each fighter profile. Adjusted/decreased points costs in line with the changes made above. I welcome any feedback that you may have after reading through this. Click here to post feedback. Click here to download this file

During the Third War for Armageddon (Ghazghkull's second invasion), numerous hive gangs consented to support the war effort (not that they really had a choice once the greenskins came pouring into the hives). A listing of [some of?] these gangs can be found in The Battle for Armageddon. I've re-created that listing below: It occurred to me that this might be an interesting way to change Necromunda up a bit. Instead of gangs vs. gangs, it would be gangs vs. Orks in a desperate defense of their hives. This could easily extend to the enforcers defending their hives, "guilds" defending their wastelands, etc. The problem, of course, is coming up with rules. Since the Necromunda gang rules are quite varied, it would be far easier to create rules for Orks. Since I'm not an expert on the Necromunda rules (I have them, but I haven't played the game enough to even try my hand at homegrown rules), I thought I'd dangle this idea out in case any enterprising players want to try their hand at creating the rules before I (hopefully) get to it. I know there were rules for Orks back in the 1st edition of the game. I don't recall seeing any for 2nd edition. I know there are a few sets of rules for Orks in the current edition of Necromunda floating out there in the wilds of the Internet. What I'm looking at doing is creating a campaign of sorts, or possibly multiple campaigns so that the hives and "Ash Wastes" can be tackled separately. This might require either a flexible list for the Orks or multiple lists to cover different Ork boyz types, including speed freeks.