The Narakan Corps
This page details people, events, and organisations from the /tg/ Heresy, a fan re-working of the Warhammer 40,000 Universe.
| The Emperor's Own Narakan Corps "Scumdogs" | ||
|---|---|---|
| Homeworld | Naraka | |
| Doctrine | Shock Troops | |
| Colors | A dark grey basecoat, many splashes of vibrant colours in tattoos, decals, and literal graffiti | |
Overview
Reviled as savages and blackguards throughout the Imperial Army the Narakan Corps, or "Scumdogs" as they are known informally, are nevertheless a brutally effective fighting force.
Homeworld
The Corps are drawn from the planet Naraka, a virulent death world mired by toxins and filth. Hiver gangs lurk around every shadow, and death awaits the unwary. For centuries, the harsh chemicals have filtered into the Narakan bloodline, to the point which only the deadliest poison affects them. Formed on the backs of unrepentant criminals, Naraka epitomizes the Imperial doctrine of life without worth.
Naraka is one of the more hostile worlds known to the Imperium of Man. In the great irradiated glass deserts where plasma fusion cores went critical roving troupes of rogue machines patrol for any sign of life to expunge. The jungles of what's left of Naraka's mutated flora grow among shattered towers of rockcrete and monstrous predators, bioweapons escaped from the wreckage of ancient labs and further twisted by constant exposure to toxic mutagens, stalk any unwary enough to become lost. Lakes and rivers made up of manner of toxic chemicals flow from broken contaminant facilities underground and automated factories, cycling their last directives for eternity with no heed for their completely failed safety systems. The remains of vast continent spanning cities dominate the planet however, jagged landscapes made seemingly of all the failures of humanity stretch to the horizon. The towers stretch dizzily high into the air and from their tops the rubble of the "ground' below is shrouded in a dirty haze. Below almost all this are the nigh infinite labyrinth of former service tunnels, transport systems, and all manner of industrial pipes or conduits. This fetid underworld harbor some of the worst imaginable horrors; swarms of half finished clones slowly slouch down deserted walkways, ready to destroy and collect any organic material they find; packs of maddened subhuman creatures whoop and shriek as they lope among twisted piping slavering for human flesh; and malfunctioning service machines attempt to "fix" anyone who crosses their path with their panoply of industrial tools, almost certainly by force. All these horrors inhabit Naraka and more, including the planets own weather. Precipitation may take the form of virulent acid, black radioactive rain, and even even flammable hydrocarbons on any given day all while vicious winds that rend flesh from bone howl for days through empty city streets.
The peoples of Naraka are no less savage, mutated, and vicious than the world they live on. Made up of hundreds of warring clans, gangs, and tribes originally born from the convict work gangs sent in desperate clean up attempts after the planets collapse. These first "settlers" landed early enough on that they could adapt a least a little to the planets rapidly decaying nature. Hundreds of years of work gangs arrived and had gotten a foothold on the planet when the first refugees from the collapsing systems associated with it began to arrive. They were greeted with open shackles by the now Native Narakans in many cases but also were sometimes able to either integrate or live on their own. In any case the Narakan people globally carry with them their ganger and criminal heritage with them in their savages way of war and strange customs of dress.
History
The Narakans are defined by their homeworld home of Naraka, a brutal deathworld hiding under the decaying façade of a hiveworld, and their subjugation by the Emperor himself. Naraka was once a glittering global metropolis, the hub of both science and industry for the small interstellar empire it was a part of but an unknown accident or attack left the world completely inhospitable. The worlds of the empire desperately sent hundreds of thousands of convicted criminals to the world in attempts to repair the damage, lest they slowly fade away without the world's capabilities. Those criminals would later welcome their persecutors as refugees when the empire began to crumble away. Generations would pass and the hive-ganger culture they inherited from their forebearers would never fade among the Narakan peoples.
When the Imperial Army finally arrived upon Naraka the elements deployed there were met with staunch resistance. Though bogged down in the twisted, crumbling ruins of hive cities and beset on all sides by mutant creatures, rogue automata, and the toxic environment no threat proved harder to overcome than the Narakan peoples themselves. They proved so difficult to subjugate that the Emperor himself landed with a contingent of Space Marines. After just 3 engagements the Narakans surrendered. They quickly grew to be among the most fervent believers in the Emperor's cause, having seen the Emperor firsthand and believing that the Emperor would require their "expert services" in his Crusade. They would carry the Emperor's short campaign on their world as a mark of pride for the rest of their history, a true testament to their mettle.
Tactics
The Corps specialize in urban warfare, guerilla warfare, and routing dug in resistance, every soldier having recieved basic training since birth. The Emperor's Own are often called in when other regiments have difficulty removing dug in threats or overcoming toxic environments. They prefer to draw out defenders with rapid strafing attacks to leave them in disarray before a final mass charge. The thunder of dropships and the howling of jetbikes were often the last thing heard by rebellious defenders as the Scumdogs descended upon them.
Do to their brutal and toxic homeworld the Narakans possess unnatural physiques. Many are completely immune to all manner of toxic environments and have such durable bodies that they can forgo armour. The use of combat stimulants and biological/mechanical physical augmentation is rampant and even ritualized, the decrepit automated factories of Naraka still produce enough to supply the Corps. A few Narakan individuals have become so grotesquely large and powerful they even rival Space Marines in brute strength and hardiness.