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===So-Spada, Master of the Trackless Wastes===
While the Sand Stalkers are respected in Tarellian culture, few, if any, ever reach the revered status of So-Spada, the greatest Stalker ever hatched. Born in a clutch of hatchlings who all 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 two 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 hatchling brethren, even those stronger than him. Taking this as a sign, the priest that had taken the hatchlings 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. The priest and So-Spada disappeared back into the deserts and were not heard from until the Tyranid Hive Fleet Moloch swept down upon the deserts of their home.

As city upon city 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, and he led 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 beasts of burden of the Tarellians, standing three abreast in the narrow corridor of stone, their sun-scorched hides and mighty hammers 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 filled the canyon with crackling bio-plasma and corrosive acids as the monstrous Carnifexes strode forward through the hail of fluids and slaughtered the flagging Thunder Walkers.

As the Tyranids continued through the ravine, they encountered 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 plucked 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. He had escaped the collapsing tunnels of the Mawlocs, and fought his way free of the hordes of Genestealers.

Stepping forward, 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 [[Wat|deflected blasts of bio-plasma from their wielder.]]

Finally, covered in wounds, his flesh blistered, his bones broken, So-Spada fell to his knees as the unending hordes of screeching Tyranids closed in for the kill. Suddenly, a deafening crack was heard, and the wall of Tyranids that filled the ravine was being blasted apart in white-hot flashes of blue light as figures clad in yellow armour descended from huge gunships hovering in the air over the canyon. Strange weapons with strange-sounding reports blazed this way and that, cutting bloody swathes through the mass of creatures until none of the wretched things were left alive.

When it was over, So-Spada pushed himself to one knee as one of the yellow-armoured figures approached and removed its helmet. A strange, thin, blue face spoke foreign words as it extended a hand towards So-Spada and helped him to his feet.

'''So-Spada, Master of the Trackless Wastes (HQ, Infantry, Independent Character, 150 Points)'''

 WS | BS | S | T | W | I | A | Ld | Sv
 5  | 4  | 4 | 4 | 4 | 5 | 5 | 10 | 4+

Wargear
* Tarellian Claw Sword (Melee, S+2, AP4, Master Crafted)
* Talon of Agrona (Melee, S+3, AP2, Master Crafted, Fleshbane)
* The Arrow of Agrona (Range 42”, SX, AP3, Assault 2, Sniper, Master Crafted)
* Tarellian Stalker Armor (Armour 4+, Stealth)
* Eye of Agrona (Invulnerable Save 3++)

Special Rules
* Independent Character
* Stealth
* Hatred (Forces of the Imperium, Tyranids)
* Preferred Enemy (Forces of the Imperium, Tyranids)
* Scout
* Outflank
* Infiltrate
* Counter Infiltration
* Execution Confirmed

'''More Units to Come'''