Tanith First (And Only)
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The Tanith First (And Only) are a Imperial Guard unit, that originally hail from the planet of Tanith. Unfortunately, a Chaos war fleet fucks up their planet and they were the only survivors to make it off their planet. The Tanith are masters of stealth enough to make Creed envy them, and most of the Tanith are expert marksmen but they like to fix bayonets called "Straight Silver". These knives can also be used as, well, knives in close-combat. However, due to Mkvenner's awesomeness everyone now uses their Straight Silver as mother-fucking spears (thanks a lot Mkvenner).
The Tanith First speak Low Gothic with a Scottish or Welsh accent and like to play bagpipes in battle= BADASS thus normally regarded as Scottish-Welsh Ninja Assassins.
Made famous by Colonel-Commissar Ibram Gaunt.
The Tanith First and Only are largely the subject of the Dan Abnett's acclaimed-better-than-any-story-you'll-ever-write Sabbat World Crusades stories as they are part of the massive campaign to blast chaos a new one in the chronicles. They are led by veteran commissar Ibram Gaunt, who rescued their regiment from their dying homeworld, thus making the less-than-4000-strong First Tanith regiment, the ONLY regiment (possibly the ONLY Tanith left in the Universe).
The Tanith are woodsmen by heritage, and are excellent trackers/hunters/and pretty awesome in everything else that involves sneaking around and being better than your shadow one is probably right behind you right now...DON'T LOOK!. Every Tanith also has a remarkable sense of direction, as when wandering the woods of their homeworld, the trees (Nalwood Trees) themselves move every time they feel like it, fucking up every new map people try to make (what dicks).
Campaign of Manliness
After their world is destroyed, new promoted Colonel-Commissar Ibram Gaunt vows to the Tanith that his mentor, late Sabbat Crusade Warmaster Slaydo, gave him a special gift. If Gaunt fought hard enough and was bad ass enough, the Crusade command would grant him a world to call his own (FUCK YEAH!), he tells the Tanith that if they fought for him, he would grant that world to them to settle on. The Tanith, still raw from having their entire fucking planet destroyed before their eyes, still hating Gaunt for not giving them a chance to fight for their homeworld, grudgingly accept. Gaunt then promotes three leader-ish soldiers to officers;
- Colonel Colm "I AM FATHER FIGURE OF EVERYTHING, and I can stab you with the blunt end of a lasrifle" Corbec
- Major "I'll Stab This Commissar in the back when he's not looking but develop a mutual respect for him after we save each other's
myasses like 6 dozen times" Rawne, and - Master Scout "1337 I Kill Chaos Dreadnoughts by Myself and Out-Stealth Dark Eldar Mandrakes, I am a fucking cloaking device on legs" Mkoll.
Thus begins 10 years (13 books and counting) of unprecedented balls, Liquid Awesome, unparalleled Manly Tear-inducing acts to win themselves a new homeworld. After the first few years of hard fighting, the Tanith nickname themselves 'Gaunt's Ghosts' (which is the Title of the Book series) because according to them, they are just remnants of Tanith, ghosts that haunts the Imperium, slowly dying away Abnett in his most douchest move, pulls several G.R.R Martins by not being afraid to kill off any character when he goddamn feels like it. FUCK..
Notable Ghosts (who are better than you)
- Macharius "Lucky" Bonin: Member of the Scout Division (the stealthy Tanith who are stealthier than the OTHER stealthy Tanith), Bonin is Mkoll's 2IC and the luckiest fucker in the galaxy. Has survived falling out of a chaos pyramid the size of a fucking titan, shattering his spine from said fall, having his air transport get shot to shit, being captured and lined up to be sacrificed by a pissed off Chaos Lord, THEN escaping the shitstorm of las fire that ensues from his boss blowing up said Chaos Lord. This man simply will NOT FUCKING DIE. He has a 1++ save at everything. He will walk through shit that'd give Spehss Mehrines a bad day, and come out the other side with a shit eating grin.
- Ceglan Varl: Walking dispenser of cons, dickery, and one-liners. Not just comic relief, Varl is fully capable of GETTING SHIT DONE, as shown by being chosen to accompany Gaunt to a Chaos held world to gank a Traitor General. Has a bionic shoulder after being inconvenienced by a las round, now uses it to crack nuts and crush beer cans. He also persuaded Captain Ban Daur, one of the straightest, holier-than-thou men in the regiment, to help him by dressing up as a Commissar and nicking around 20,000 credits from a gambling den. Do not turn your back on this man, lest you lose your wallet, loose change, ID, and dignity.
- Hlaine "Mad" Larkin: Balls crushingly amazing sniper. Also bug fuck nuts (Well that was until Gereon and he got scared sane). Larks is head of the Ghosts Sniper Division though generally not through real command ability so much as being able to put a hot shot round through the eye hole of a Heretic at a kilometre away. Larks is also the clever git who came up with the whole "Gaunt's Ghosts" nickname, as he seems to be excellent at brand naming as well. Lost a foot on a chaos held world, so now he hobbles around on one made of wood. Any ass kicking he now administers comes with the danger of splinters. Larkin also seems to have the unfortunate habit of all his buddies getting fucking killed. Keep this in mind... becoming friends with Larkin is the Touch of Fucking Death. Don't believe me? Just ask Bragg, Corbec, Caffran, or Muril... though Cuu's dead, so it's not as common as it used to be. On that subject, Cuu is a teamkilling fucktard, like Kharn if Kharn were a dick instead of a pretty swell guy, and it's almost worth reading about him getting away with act of dickery on top of murderous treachery just to see if Larkin the Mad Sniper finally cook his goose.
- Commissar Viktor Hark: Originally assigned to the Ghosts as Gaunt's replacement, Hark got stuck in the shit position of having to help said Ghosts defend a tiny monastery on top of a FUCKHUGE fucking mountain from roughly 12 million severely pissed off Heretics. When it was decided they would stay, Hark became Captain Logic and was the only sane one to say "Fuck that noise, we're getting the goodies we came for and getting the fuck out of here" A heartwarming moment then ensued when all Ghosts present threatened to fucking murder him unless he stopped dicking Gaunt around, and of course, a close bond then developed. Over the years, despite this somewhat rocky start, the Ghosts have warmed to him as he is less of a rampant bag of dicks as other Commissars. Hark lost his arm to a bunch of carnivorous incestuous iguanas during the siege of Herodor, but has since had it upgraded to an augmetic arm that beats Heretics like they owe him money. In the aftermath of the Ghosts pleasant stay in a fortress on Jago, Hark was forced to execute an old friend who happened to be using his psychic powers to turn aforementioned fortress into the fucking house from the Amityville Horror. When all is said and done, Hark is a grizzled slab of meat well versed in the smiting of Heretic faces across the system.
- Mkvenner: If Ollanius Pius, Leman Russ, Sly Marbo, and Konrad Curze all devoted their genes to a cloning experiment designed to create one of the most badass humans to walk the earth, the outcome would be Scout Trooper Mkvenner. Formerly Mkoll's second in command until he went AWOL to personally make an ENTIRE CHAOS HELD PLANET his personal toy to fuck around with, Mkvenner spent his time being the Ghosts resident inscrutable badass. In his career as a Ghost, Ven has done such minor things as slaughter an entire squad or two of Blood Pact soldiers with just the Straight Silver on his lasrifle (which was out of ammo), be personally healed by a fucking reincarnated Saint Sabbat, bail Gaunt's ass out by talking to some weird tribe of Moth Savages who live in a completely hostile swamp where everything is poisonous (possibly Australia), and fight two fucking DAEMONS to a stand still (once again, just using Straight Silver, also possibly hoping to crush them with his ceramite balls). After his time spent slapping the Chaos troops on Gereon around until the rest of the Guard arrived, Ven proceeded to play dead, and bust the Moth Savages and Gereon Resistance out of Imperial custody when it turns out the Inquisition wanted to be a raging dick hole (what a shock, I know). Has now vanished again, until such a time as Horus comes back from the dead. At that point, it will most likely be Mkvenner who Ollanius Pius's that fucker. Mkvenner is probably the emperor's spirit in a flesh puppet, whilst the big E himself sits on the Golden Bidet.
- Trooper "Try Again" Bragg:One of the only heavy weapons Guardsman who made Space Marines look like pussies. An all around lousy shot hence the name "Try Again" but with two heavy autocannons duck taped together who the hell needs to aim? This man loved nothing more than to see what heavy weapon, that a normal human shouldn't be able to lift, his personal bitch. Not only that but he was able to kill fuckers with a single punch. Yet despite his massive size and the ability to bench press a tank Bragg was one of the nicest guys you could ever hope to meet. He was also the master at brewing Sacra, the poison of choice for the Tanith. Sadly Bragg was stabbed in the heart by Trooper Cuu after Bragg turned him in for looting. But Bragg almost took Cuu down with him despite having a fucking warknife through his heart.
- Major Gol Kolea: Originally some fucking blue collar worker from Vervunhive, Gol got his shit together when a massive army of batshit insane Chaos Cultists from the Hive next door came a knockin'. Leading a bunch of survivors from the same mining company as him. This ragtag band of pissed off miners joined up with a PDF unit, and such were the immense size and density of Kolea's ceramite balls that he was asked to lead them when their commanding officer went down like a crying little bitch. This fucking guy attacked a Daemon Prince with a fucking mining pick. He is THAT badass. After all the shit that went down in Vervunhive, Kolea and his crew joined up with the Tanith First and went off to wreck Chaos shit across the rest of the Sabbat Worlds. Some angry Chaos lizard shot him in the brain when he was rescuing Tona Criid. Kolea then went Full Retard. Criid took over his platoon, keeping Kolea around as a trooper. A trooper built like a fucking Leman Russ battle tank. When Saint Sabbat finally decided that bein' dead was for pussies and reincarnated (
are you listening Emperor? Pussy....*BLAM* HERESY!!!) Full Retard Kolea took a critically wounded MkVenner and himself up to have a chat with her. It's unclear as to what happened in the Holy Hot Tub (possibly delicious Heretical Sex*BLAM* EXTRA HERESY!!!), but Ven and Kolea were completely healed. That's right, he was healed from having half his brain missing. He then proceeded to beat the ever loving shit out of a serial killer, and just generally ruin Chaos's day. He's the senior Vervunhiver in the First and Only, and is not a man to be lightly fucked with. Once starred in Undercover Boss in Vervunhive and sent 3 of his workers to Disneyland making a $5000 donation to something because of some "Sob Story".
- Major Elim Rawne: No one fucks with Rawne. Nursed a years long murder grudge against Gaunt, blaming him the not letting Rawne and the other Tanith die fighting for their homeworld like fucking idiots. Before his life as the Senior Officer of the Tanith First, Rawne was a fucking mobster. Thus he was bad ass before he went off and became bad ass-er. Major Rawne has grown over the years from a vicious and murderous malcontent with a hate-rection against Gaunt, to a vicious and selectively murderous malcontent with a hate-rection against Chaos. One of the famous Gereon Twelve (like the Magnificent Seven... only with five more guys), Rawne and Gaunt managed to put their assorted reasons for killing each other to rest on the surface of the Chaos held world, channelling all that rage into more productive things... like slaughtering heretic scum and railing that Gereon Resistance chick. MUCH more productive. Now that Rawne's back from the arse end of the Sabbat sector, he is slapping the shit out of the Blood Pact like it's a red headed step child. Currently tapping the ass of a hot Vervunhive Sniper by the name of Jessi Banda. That's right folks, this guy get's more ass while he's deployed than most civilians get in any given year (Author's note: God-Emperor it fucking sucks working for the Administratum.... when do I get to meet hot sniper chicks?) In closing: No one fucks with Rawne, except for several women in the regiment apparently....