Editing Codex - Officio Iratus (section)

===Commissar Annabelle Fuklaw===
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'''Fluff:'''
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Veeta womb technology is a controversial piece of equipment in the imperium, as it uses an artificial environment in which a foetus is gestated, and is only sanctioned for use in situations where mankind needs [[Death Korps of Krieg|more men to throw at a problem]]. Commissar Fuklaw was unaware of this technology when he was building his battle tank, the metal box of incandescent rage, and along with parts from baneblades, fighter jets, dreadnoughts and a truck load of duct tape, the elderly commissar used an entire veeta womb system as part of the fuel tanks/beer dispenser. All would have been fine however, if the colossal, battle tank hadn’t been fuelled by Fuklaw’s...liquid waste material... which contained enough of the commissars DNA for the veeta womb to splice into a single, stored egg it contained.

Fast forward to 2 years after the creation and final fuelling of the metal box of incandescent rage and Comissar Fuklaw was preparing his monstrous tank for battle on a hive world currently infested with genestealers, when he heard a noise coming from it’s transport bay. Ever aware of the threat of genestealers even in angry marine held areas the commissar loaded up his shotgun cane, readied his chainsaw and got ready to glare something to oblivion. Standing well back from the tank he remotely lowered its access ramp, shotgun trained at the slowly widening hole into the belly of his beast. But Fuklaw was not treated to the sight of genestealers pouring from the vehicle to rape him with their double jaws. Instead, he saw a small, damp form, curled up into a ball in the centre of the transport bay.

Perhaps on another day the commissar would have simply opened fire, annihilating what was most likely a trap or a chaos ploy, but for whatever reason, on the day he approached the damp form. So slimy and tightly curled up was the thing that it was only when Fuklaw’s shotgun was centimetres away from the thing that he realised that it was a child, a little girl no older in appearance than three. As if sensing the inquisitive gaze of the ancient man above her the small child raised its head, breaking free of the remains of the suspension gel which still covered her, to gaze down the barrel of the shotgun, and into the eyes of the man who held it.

And what did the two humans, one made bitter and violent from centuries of war, one fresh to the world but somehow aware beyond her years, see when they made eye contact? Nobody knows. But whatever passed between the two humans in that moment was enough to make John Fuklaw, a man who had overseen the burning of entire planets of heretics and xenos, to take off his jacket, wrap the child up in it, and carry her off to the apothecary.

For the next six years Fuklaw took the girl (who he named Annabella) everywhere him, taught her how to read and write (all in capital letters and curse words of course), piggybacked her into battle to give practical lessons on how to execute heretics, demonstrated to correct way to kick a marine in the balls through power armour  and how to ride tanks and still swing a sword. Then, once she was “officially” six years old Fuklaw pulled the right strings and kicks the stubborn bollocks of the right people to get Annabella enrolled into the Ordo Prefectus despite having at least one living parent. There she learnt everything else she needed to know about being a commissar and an “encourager” if soldiers that she hadn’t already learnt from John Fuklaw, graduating top in her year (admittedly by virtue of everyone else being too terrified of her to turn up).

Since then she has been an “inspiring” presence to whatever army she has been posted with, fighting directly on the frontlines with her own, customised eviscerator chainsword, which she had been gifted to her by a ministorum battle priest after she saved his life from a rampaging group of dark eldar homunculi.</div>
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[[File:Commissar Anabella Fuklaw with John Fuklaw.jpeg |400px|thumb|right| In the 41st millennium, heresy is well and truly fucked. ]]

Commissar Annabelle Fuklaw Is a single model. She is armed with her trusty eviscerator Spleen Muncher.

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! Name !! M !! WS !! BS !! S !! T !! W !! A !! LD !! Sv !! Points cost
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| Commissar Annabelle Fuklaw || 6” || 2+ || 2+ || 3 || 4 || 4 || 4 || 10 || 4+ || 90
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! Weapon !! Range !! Type !! S !! AP !! D !! Abilities 
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| Spleen Muncher (melee) || Melee || Melee || +2 || -3 || 2 || Each time an enemy model is slain with this weapon profile you may make an additional attack with this weapon profile at the end of the fight phase. These attacks can generate additional attacks, but at a minus 1 to hit. These additional additional hits do not generate additional hits.
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| Spleen Muncher (ranged) || 8” || Assault D6 || 5 || -1 || 1 || This weapon automatically hits its target.
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'''Abilities:'''
*'''FUCKING HERETICS!!!'''
*'''Head Hunters Supreme'''
*'''Very Specific Hatred'''

*'''A Gory Show:'''
**Every time a model with this rule slays an enemy CHARACTER choose one of the following:
***All enemy models suffer minus 1 to their leadership characteristic until the end of the phase.
***All friendly models add 1 to their leadership characteristic until the end of the phase.

*'''Daughter of John mother fucking Fuklaw:''' Any sire of John Fuklaw is likely to gain some of his... stubbornness.
**This model has a 4+ invulnerability save, and ignores damage received on a 5+. In addition, if '''Commissar Fuklaw''' or '''The Metal Box of Incandescent Rage''' is also on the battlefield then adds 1 to its attack characteristic.