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===HQ: So-Spada, Master of the Trackless Wastes - ''180 points''===
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While the Sand Stalkers are respected in Tarellian culture few, if any, ever reach the revered status of So-Spada, the greatest Stalker to have ever been hatched.
Born in a clutch where all the hatchlings had chalk-white scales, a sign of illness and frailty, the priests of his home colony took the weak hatchlings out of the homes of their parents and placed them far away in the desert alongside other healthier hatchlings

However no-one expected that 2 months later So-Spada would wander back into the village of his birth, dehydrated and malnourished but alive; he had survived the desert wastes that had claimed his hatching brethren, even those stronger than him.

Taking this as a sign the priest that had taken the hatchling out to the desert brought the child back to his parents and asked them for permission to raise the child as a Sand Stalker, while they were loath to part with their child again the parents agreed and the Priest and So-Spada disappeared back into the deserts, unheard from until Hive Fleet Moloch swept down upon the Deserts of his home.

As Colony upon Colony fell, the survivors reported a Tall, White Sand Stalker leading survivors and refugees through the deserts, the violent sandstorms of the deep desert keeping the Tyranids at bay while they adapted to the harsh environment.

Eventually So-Spada could avoid his pursuers no more, leading the crowd of Tarellians to the place where he had been raised and trained, the Temple of Agrona, a fortress of old stone at the end of a hidden ravine, where he knew they would not be able to hold the ravening menace of Hive Fleet Moloch off forever, but they could hurt them at the very least.

When the Tyranids of Moloch finally arrived through the final sandstorm, they found the ravine full of Thunder Walkers, the brutish cousins of the Tarellians, standing three abreast in the narrow corridor of stone, their sun scorched hides and mighty hammer halting the hordes of Gaunts that swarmed into the entrance of the canyon.
Soon however the Hive fleet sent forward their Larger Bio-forms, Biovores filling the canyon with crackling bio-plasma and corrosive acids, as the monstrous Carnifex’s strode forward through the hail of fluids and slaughtered the flagging Thunder walkers.

As the Tyranids continued through the Ravine they came across more resistance, Sand Stalkers perched high on the cliffs with their specialised rifles, far out of the reach of any ground based enemy, supporting troops of Dog Soldiers whose rage drove them on despite horrifying injuries, but one by one these resistances failed, Gargoyles plucking the Stalkers from their perches as Mawlocs tore through the cliffs, collapsing the hidden tunnels that they used to escape, Genestealers swarmed over the Dog Soldiers, drowning them in bodies and blood, and still the Tyranid horde pushed forward until all that lay between them and the last of the refugees was So-Spada himself, the White Stalker having escaped the collapsing tunnels of the Mawlocs, and fought his way free of the hordes of Genestealers.

Stepping forwards So-Spada spoke a single word, not heard by the Tarellians behind him, and not understood by the ravening hordes before him, before the wall of Tyranids surged forwards to meet him.

For a single day So-Spada held the door to the temple of Agrona, the bodies of the Tyranids he killed piling around him as his ceremonial swords swept left and right, the blades tearing through whatever lay in their paths, the dull steel creating patterns of light in the air as they deflected blasts of bio-plasma from their wielder.

Finally, covered in wounds, his flesh blistered, his bones broken, So-Spade fell to his knees, as the unending hordes of Tyranids closed in for the kill, before a resounding crack was heard. The wall of Tyranids that filled the ravine was blasted apart in a flash of blue light, as figures clad in yellow armour descended from huge gunships hovering in the air over the canyon.

So-Spada pushed himself to one knee as one of the figures approached, a strange, thin, blue face speaking unknown words as it extended one yellow gloved hand towards him.
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! Name !! WS !! BS !! S !! T !! W !! I !! A !! Ld !! Sv
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| So-Spada, Master of the Trackless Wastes || 5 || 4 || 4 || 4 || 4 || 5 || 5 || 10 || 4+
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:'''Unit Type''': Infantry, Independent Character, Unique<br>
:'''Unit Composition''': 1 So-Spada, Master of the Trackless Wastes<br>
:'''Wargear''': Tarellian Claw Sword, Talon of Agrona, The Arrow of Agrona, Tarellian Stalker Armour, Eye of Agrona
:'''Special Rules''': Independent Character, Hatred (Forces of the Imperium, Tyranids), Preferred Enemy (Forces of the Imperium, Tyranids), Scout, Infiltrate, Counter Infiltration, Execution Confirmed
:'''Warlord Trait''': Beyond Rage