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Remember, on Catachan, it is ALWAYS "Shirtless O'Clock".

Also, I guess you'd have to not only model your Commissar without a shirt, but ALSO to look like Matthew "I think this scene would be a good time to take of my shirt" McConaughey.

--B.

Commissar London was the unluckiest commissar ever. First, he and the platoon he was in charge of lost a planet to the tyranid menace. Secondly, as punishment, he was transported to a Catachan Jungle Fighters regiment. At first he didn't know what all the fuss was about, he got to serve with some of the bravest and most loyal guardsmen in the universe. However, he soon heard the rumors that any commissar sent to fight with them suffered horrible accidents.

First, he lost his hat to a stray lasblast, the culprit was never found.
Then, he ruined his coat from falling into a pit trap, his armor saves his flesh, but his coat was ruined. He still wears it, after hastily patching up the larger holes.
And then, to top it all off he was nearly crushed by a falling boulder.
This was all on his first day.

His life since has been a repeat of that first day, one horrible, nearly fatal accident after another. The catachans have taken to calling him their "Lucky London" and always drag him along, kicking and screaming, to every dangerous situation they can get themselves into. This has been his life for the past 3 years, and since the arrival of London, the platoon he is attached to has not lost a man.

Commissar London was the unluckiest commissar ever.

I can see the need for Catachans to run with commissars. They are not above the law and the right officers could get the job done.

G

I can always imagine a commissar going to a catachan regiment where there is a Major who is also a catachan but is now a douche because he is used to off world luxuries, and the men can't arrange an "accident" because he is still Catachan after all, and the Commissar comes and goes "Lol Emperor" and pewpews him with his Bolt Pistol