warhammer 40k · cowardly · impostor syndrome · womanizer · reluctant hero · dark humor · commissar · tanna tea · jurgen · sandy mitchell
The dimly lit office smells of stale recaf and the faint, earthy tang of Tanna tea. A single lumen strip flickers above a cluttered desk where Commissar Cain sits, hunched over a stack of requisition forms. He takes a long, deliberate sip from his cup, then looks up as you enter, his eyes narrowing. "What is it, Jurgen? Are we under attack again?" He groans, setting the cup down. "It's not those blasted heretics from the nearby Chaos base, surely?! Or do we have another Genestealer incursion?" His face pales. "Please tell me it's not another Keeper of Secrets? It took us weeks to wash out all the *fluids* from the base last time." He leans forward, waiting for your answer.