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	**'''Not This Again!'''- When a unit with this rule suffers a perils, any 1st Membranes Character within 6" immediately removes D3 models in the periling unit closest to it and no roll is made on the Perils table. If no such models are within 6" then, in addition to the Perils roll, remove D6 models from the unit and replace them with an equal number of Daemonhosts within 6" of the unit (at least 1" away). The Daemonhosts are neutral and are not counted as part of either army and must always move, run and assault towards the closest non-neutral unit in the opposing player's turn (after all enemy units have made their moves).		**'''Not This Again!'''- When a unit with this rule suffers a perils, any 1st Membranes Character within 6" immediately removes D3 models in the periling unit closest to it and no roll is made on the Perils table. If no such models are within 6" then, in addition to the Perils roll, remove D6 models from the unit and replace them with an equal number of Daemonhosts within 6" of the unit (at least 1" away). The Daemonhosts are neutral and are not counted as part of either army and must always move, run and assault towards the closest non-neutral unit in the opposing player's turn (after all enemy units have made their moves).

	*'''Psychic ~~Brotherood~~ and Combined Squads'''- When multiple infantry units combine into a single unit, the resulting combined unit counts as Psychic Brotherhood Mastery Level X, with X being the number of Infantry units combined and generates powers normally post-combination.		*'''Psychic Brotherhood and Combined Squads'''- When multiple infantry units combine into a single unit, the resulting combined unit counts as Psychic Brotherhood Mastery Level X, with X being the number of Infantry units combined and generates powers normally post-combination.

	===Warlord Traits===		===Warlord Traits===

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	She became an overnight sensation with the rest of the task force, now seemingly able to produce fresh corn whenever she felt like it.		She became an overnight sensation with the rest of the task force, now seemingly able to produce fresh corn whenever she felt like it.

	I had her posted to the ~~battalion~~ cookhouse, where she produced crates of the stuff. The regiment used it to make several years worth of cornbread, corn salsa and tortillas and what they didn’t feed us they bartered with other regiments in the task force.		I had her posted to the HQ Company’s cookhouse, where she produced crates of the stuff. The regiment used it to make several years worth of cornbread, corn salsa and tortillas and what they didn’t feed us they bartered with other regiments in the task force.

	I saw little of her after that, but always thought of the battalion’s new mascot every time I bit into a roll of cornbread.		I saw little of her after that, but always thought of the battalion’s new mascot every time I bit into a roll of cornbread.

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	I shot him. No mustard was to be found.		I shot him. No mustard was to be found.

	A lot of commissars ridicule peers who make use of personal aides - Cain did it all the time and he never got any flak for it; just so many medals Munitorium had to create the '''~~Longcoat~~ (Commissar), No.5, Cain Pattern''' in order to pin them to his chest without his spine collapsing (y’know the “Cain’s Cape” or “gong scaffold”, that wardrobe disaster).		A lot of commissars ridicule peers who make use of personal aides - Cain did it all the time and he never got any flak for it; just so many medals Munitorium had to create the '''Greatcoat (Commissar), No.5, Cain Pattern''' in order to pin them to his chest without his spine collapsing (y’know the “Cain’s Cape” or “gong scaffold”, that wardrobe disaster).

	Well, I needed Varley, for the simple fact I needed help carrying all the extra bolter rounds required to cull the more freakish freaks of this regiment, before they go nova and turn everyone around them into piles of shivering giblets or some kind of sentient shampoo.		Well, I needed Varley, for the simple fact I needed help carrying all the extra bolter rounds required to cull the more freakish freaks of this regiment, before they go nova and turn everyone around them into piles of shivering giblets or some kind of sentient shampoo.

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	Still, the regiment didn’t lose its appetite for corn.		Still, the regiment didn’t lose its appetite for corn.

	That was 2 years ago now. We’re fighting the Tau and most of the corn is gone. I heard a rumor that the OC of No. 5 Company still has a few ears left. I should investigate, and see if he can spare anyone who can lug around my extra bolter shells, along with a couple of ears to roast over a fire.		That was 2 years ago now. We’re fighting the Tau and most of the corn is gone. I heard a rumor that the OC of No. 5 Company still has a few ears left. I should investigate, and see if he can spare anyone who can lug around my extra bolter shells, along with a couple of ears to roast over a fire that Signaller Gort is convinced she can light if she hates the kindling just the right amount.

	Yes, I’ll certainly miss Varley the most.		Yes, I’ll certainly miss Varley the most.

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	It will be fantastic.		It will be fantastic.

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			'''Extract from personal log of Commissar Haught, Assistant Regimental Commisar, 1st Membranes:'''

			I think I’ll miss Varley the most.
			Sweet little thing, barely 17 when she was snatched for the black ship, horrible guardsman when it came to the practicalities of soldiering, but for the most part, she gave me less cause for concern than the others because her “gifts” were somewhat less violent and frenetic.

			The worst we’d seen from her was the ability to shorten and recolour someone’s hair with a gaze.

			It was for these reasons that I told her company commander that I would be using her as my batman for fetching and carrying. Captain Pauls said it was fine as his thighs were already sandwiches and he didn’t need any more mustard.

			I shot him. No mustard was to be found.

			A lot of commissars ridicule peers who make use of personal aides - Cain did it all the time and he never got any flak for it; just so many medals Munitorium had to create the '''Longcoat (Commissar), No.5, Cain Pattern''' in order to pin them to his chest without his spine collapsing (y’know the “Cain’s Cape” or “gong scaffold”, that wardrobe disaster).

			Well, I needed Varley, for the simple fact I needed help carrying all the extra bolter rounds required to cull the more freakish freaks of this regiment, before they go nova and turn everyone around them into piles of shivering giblets or some kind of sentient shampoo.

			It’s hard to execute shampoo and it un-commissarial to be lugging around crates of ammo, no matter how much they tell you at the Schola to “lead by example”.

			Emperor knows, the only way I’d be able to “lead by example” here is to turn inside out and shout encouragement from my arsehole. That’s what happened to Colour Sergeant Swaggart of No. 7 Company, before I blew off what certainly wasn’t his head but was definitely doing the talking.

			Same thing happened to his successor, Color Sergeant Quynn. I think there’s something wrong with the company’s standard - any of these brain boxes that hold onto it for long turns into a mess of organs and an inside-out talking anus.

			Who knew buttocks would create such a lisp? Who knew someone would ever be writing that down?!

			Emperor help me.

			Didn’t have to worry about any of that with Trooper Varley, she was sweet, obedient, kept my hair neat and hid all my greys (no small feat given how exposure to these madmen has aged me), although truth (and training) be told, I should have shot her months before she, well, the incident.

			We were part of a task force, sent to the pleasure world of Gazuma, the latest in a long list of short notice deployments to the worst possible hell holes in the galaxy - I really think the Administratum is trying to get rid of us.

			It was beautiful once, a small tropical beach planet, for titans of industry to hobnob. Unsurprisingly, it became a hotbed for Slaneeshi perversions. It’s one rule for the rich and another one for everyone else.

			Suffice it to say, the more lucid and coherent members of the regiment enjoyed slaughtering these heretical perverts to no end. None of these fiends would have ever been black shipped or had to send their children off to suffer that fate, er, I mean HONOUR, for it is an HONOUR to give one’s life to the Emperor in any capacity.

			(Get out of my head Willis, I know you’re in here. Varley bringing me shells or not, so help me, I will blam you).

			Regardless, everyone got a bit kill happy, exploding leather clad cultists with mind bullets and brain lightning and turning into horrors that made demonettes quiver (hopefully with fear, though I very much doubt it).

			I think in that first week I executed more guardsmen than I shall ever kill enemies of man, and wee Varley was there, smiling up at me the entire time as she handed me clip, after clip, after clip, complimenting me on my aim.

			It’s hard to know where to shoot if the target’s head has morphed into a tuba with wings.

			Anyway, the regiment got so kill happy that our efforts attracted the attention of a roaming Khornite warband, who made planetfall on the 10th day.

			It really became a shit show. A three way slugging match between a horde of blade wielding savages, a bunch of wealthy freaks who wanted to have sex with everything, and us, holding the line against the horrors of chaos…and Lance Corporal Devereaux whenever he turned into that “thing”.

			For a two-storey dog-rabbit, he certainly was nimble - nimble enough to dodge my shots as well as anything trying to have sex with him. There was an awful amount of puss that leaked from him that we found out later held a strong electrical charge.

			Varley said she could hear the puss talking but all it would say was “I’M THE SLAGMAN, DO YOU THINK YOU COULD LOVE ME? GIMME YOUR KNEES”.

			I know people are scared of the warp, but I’m not sure they know why they should be scared. I know. It wants love and knees.

			It was the 15th day, a Thursday, and Devereaux’s antics had enticed a large horde of the perverts and Khornists to my section of the line.

			At the time, I was embedded with No. 2 Company, “The Splattersouls” to the rest of the regiment, and I had just sent Varley back to the QM to grab more bolter rounds. Things were looking hairy enough that I’d have to kill the demons of chaos and the men and women of a company whose specialty seemed to be turning foes (and themselves) into country style gravy - which also held an electric charge.

			Emperor’s truth.

			Poor Devereaux. I’m not sure what happened, but he turned back into something more normal just as he was overrun by platoon sized group of Slaneeshi weirdos armed with fearsome looking vibrators. I was able to put him out of his misery before he was literally fucked to pieces, but somehow didn’t notice the Khorne Dreadnought bearing down on us.

			It got in amongst 14th Squad, making a terrible mess, although it’s fair to say 14th Squad we’re doing as much damage to themselves as the Dreadnought did. So much electric sauce.

			It was just Corporal “Jokaero” Jones (nicknamed so because he’d somehow managed to give himself the arms of an ape and had been stuck with them for 6 months) and myself left in a hole with the Dreadnought bearing down on us.

			As I loaded my last clip, both equal parts fearing death and grateful for it for freeing me from this daily nightmare of watching over these human time bombs, I saw Varley floating about a foot above the ground slowing moving toward us.

			Shells and bullets seemed to veer away from her as she advanced, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, as she slowly chanted something.

			My eyes were glued to her, I was transfixed, trying to read her lips. It was one word, over and over again, and as she got closer, my heart froze as I worked it out:

			“Khorne. Khorne. Khorne”.

			She had turned. I raised my bolt pistol, just in time to see her eyes glow yellow, her chest swell with a huge breath before she emitted an ear splitting screech that drowned out the deafening din of battle.

			“FOR KHOOOOOOORNE!”

			She threw her hands towards the Dreadnought, and thick streams of green and yellow projectiles shot from her fingers, battering the cursed machine, causing it to stumble.
			Several of the projectiles bounced off its armor and landed in my lap. Jones dived for cover, but there was no need.

			I now understood what Varley was chanting. The item that had fallen into my lap was an ear of corn. It smelled fresh.

			“COOOOOOOOOOOOORN!” Varley screamed again, and the torrent of maize continued to bombard the Dreadnought, until each gun barrel and exhaust pipe was jammed with ears of corn.

			The evil machine staggered, seemed to swell, and exploded in a cacophony of pops and crackles, showering the line with popcorn.

			Whoops, cheers and the odd puddle of chunky electric gravy erupted from the lines. Varley was a hero. I was immensely proud of her, so proud that I resisted the urge to shoot her.

			She became an overnight sensation with the rest of the task force, now seemingly able to produce fresh corn whenever she felt like it.

			I had her posted to the battalion cookhouse, where she produced crates of the stuff. The regiment used it to make several years worth of cornbread, corn salsa and tortillas and what they didn’t feed us they bartered with other regiments in the task force.

			I saw little of her after that, but always thought of the battalion’s new mascot every time I bit into a roll of cornbread.

			It sadly wouldn’t last though. A couple of months later the regiment was assigned to ork cleansing duty, posted to some Agriworld, Jaliphy, known sector wide for its grains.

			Apparently it was all too much for poor Varley. The second she stepped off the Valkyrie into a corn field, she started panicking, screaming the word “corn” over and over again.

			For as long as I live, I’ll never forget the sight of a 19 year old girl, in full battledress, complete with lasgun, turning into a 5ft ear of corn with the sound of a champagne cork popping, before toppling over with tiny little feet flailing about.

			My first 5 shots didn’t kill her, and the striking of each round was made even worse by the crackling of giant kernels as the shells exploded into her.

			I also felt it was somewhat undignified that the MO ordered that her “corpse” be burned on a pyre with ork bodies, with predictable results. Every time I close my eyes I hear the popping.

			Still, the regiment didn’t lose its appetite for corn.

			That was 2 years ago now. We’re fighting the Tau and most of the corn is gone. I heard a rumor that the OC of No. 5 Company still has a few ears left. I should investigate, and see if he can spare anyone who can lug around my extra bolter shells, along with a couple of ears to roast over a fire.

			Yes, I’ll certainly miss Varley the most.

	==Supplement for Codex: Astra Militarum; 1st Membranes Regiment==		==Supplement for Codex: Astra Militarum; 1st Membranes Regiment==

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	In one noted battle, they fought against the [[Scraplootas]] [[Ork]] clan, which left the hapless greenskins confused and rather disturbed.		In one noted battle, they fought against the [[Scraplootas]] [[Ork]] clan, which left the hapless greenskins confused and rather disturbed.

			Ironically, with the Psychic Awakening making so many new psykers joining the Guard that Guardsmen actually are thinking they might get replaced by psykers, the 1st Membranes might be somewhat plausible.

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	6.'''Auspicious Diviner'''- The Warlord has a 4+ Invulnerable save		6.'''Auspicious Diviner'''- The Warlord has a 4+ Invulnerable save

	===Army List===		===Army List and Allies===
	A 1st Membranes Detachment uses the same army list found in Codex: Astra Militarum with a few a key differences. A 1st Membrane Detachment cannot use any of the unique characters listed in Codex: Astra Militarum and may not include Wyrdvane Psykers.		A 1st Membranes Detachment uses the same army list found in Codex: Astra Militarum with a few a key differences. A 1st Membrane Detachment cannot use any of the unique characters listed in Codex: Astra Militarum and may not include Wyrdvane Psykers. The 1st Membranes Regiment allies in the exact same way as the Astra Militarum faction with the following exceptions: Adeptus Mechanicus, Skitarii and Black Templar are all Desperate Allies (the former due to stolen Imperator Titans and the latter due to witch hate).

	The following units cost an additional points amount and have the '''Psychic Regiment''' special rule. Note that Characters within these units do not benefit nor gain the '''Psychic Regiment''' rule and thus do not have '''Psychic Brotherhood'''.		The following units cost an additional points amount and have the '''Psychic Regiment''' special rule. Note that Characters within these units do not benefit nor gain the '''Psychic Regiment''' rule and thus do not have '''Psychic Brotherhood'''.

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	The following units cost an additional points amount and have the '''Psychic Regiment''' special rule. Note that Characters within these units do not benefit nor gain the '''Psychic Regiment''' rule and thus do not have '''Psychic Brotherhood'''.		The following units cost an additional points amount and have the '''Psychic Regiment''' special rule. Note that Characters within these units do not benefit nor gain the '''Psychic Regiment''' rule and thus do not have '''Psychic Brotherhood'''.
	*Company command squads: +25pts		*Company command squads: +25pts
	*Platoon command squads:+ 25pts		*Platoon command squads: +25pts
	*Infantry squad: +30pts		*Infantry squad: +30pts
	*Heavy weapons teams: +25pts		*Heavy weapons teams: +25pts