Location: The Battle-Barge, Lance of Dawn, in an Imperial Navy controlled sector of space.
General Darius sat lazily at his great desk as he read the softly glowing runes on his Data-slate, when there was a knock at his door.
“Come in.” General Darius called out.
The General looked up as the door opened and a tall man clad in the official uniform of a Commissar walked in.
“You called for me, General?” the Commissar said with a hint of confusion in his voice.
“Yes I did, Gaunt, here take a seat.” said the General as he indicated to the chair in front of the desk.
“You are aware of the planet known as Koladistam are you not?” asked the General.
Gaunt looked at the general and replied, “Yes I am. We have some undercover operatives working on the planet; there were signs of the fabled Adimantium used in power armour construction as well as a new, highly durable fibre known as “Phantom Silk”.
“Good, good…” The General trailed off. “I have some news that may come to you as a blessing or curse.” He said mysteriously.
“What is it?” Gaunt responded, his eyes lighting up.
“With the sudden death of Commissar Sabretache, Emperor bless him, we have lost control of a major outpost, “Ghoullights”. You are being sent to replace him but that isn’t all. There is talk among the locals of the dead coming to life, possibly caused by the Zombie Plague of Nurgle…” The General paused for a moment and then continued. “You are being sent to investigate the nature of this issue and to try rally the native people against whatever threats lie in their way. They are the only ones able to create the Phantom Silk fibre and this invaluable knowledge cannot be lost. Furthermore if the taint of chaos is within the planet, it must be purged. In light of the seriousness of this problem, you are being promoted Gaunt.”
“Promoted?” questioned Gaunt.
“Yes..." Paused the General, "To Governor-Commissar,” he then said slowly.
Gaunt was stunned. Sure, Commissars sometimes were placed in charge of small platoons. Why, even sometimes they could command a Regiment…but for a Commissar to Govern a planet, this….this was unheard of…
“But why me…” Gaunt tried to say before the General interrupted him.
“There is no time for questions now; a transport to the planet is already waiting for you.” The General said authoritatively. “Your standing orders are to maintain the defence of the outpost and to report all ‘undead’ related incidents. Understood?”
The Governor-Commissar responded his voice strong and resolute, “Yes Sir!”
I have downloaded the save and I am starting the turn soonish; there will probably be an update tonight.