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| That's Mr. Bison to you. |
Commissar “Bison”
Real Name: Unknown (or long-forgotten)
Designation: Commissarial Overseer attached to the 13th Necromunda “Rat Catchers”
Appearance: Crimson uniform with black trim, polished to mirror-shine. Glowing eyes. Grin like a power knife. Moves like he’s on rails. Hat never, ever falls off.
Background & Reputation
No one remembers requesting a Commissar. One day, he was just there—standing in the parade square with a dataslate, a lit cigarillo, and a stack of execution forms. The 13th, being what they are, tried to haze him. He broke a Goliath’s jaw with one hand and reassigned the squad’s rations to the sniper teams “for style.”
Since then, Mr. Bison has become the necessary evil in the Rat Catchers’ chaos. He rarely speaks, but when he does, it’s usually a monologue, often while explosions are happening behind him. Officers fear his audits. Troopers fear his smirk. No one knows if he’s sanctioned, rogue, or some strange manifestation of Imperial Will.
He always shows up right before something explodes.
Quotes from the Ranks
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“He didn’t yell. He just stared. Next thing I knew, I was reloading with my own teeth.” – Trooper Rikk, Squad 2
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“Orders came down from Mr. Bison himself. How do we know? They were written in blood. On a ration crate. Delivered via artillery shell.” – Voxman Jurt
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“We were about to break. Then he walked out of the smoke, cloak flapping, and told us to die later. So we did.” – Sergeant Calro, Squad 3
"For you, the day Commissar Bison graced the 13th was the most important day of your life. But for me, it was Tuesday." - Mr. Bison to Major Alric Varn
Combat Role
Psyker or Not? He’s probably not a sanctioned psyker. But that wouldn’t explain the time he stared down a Daemonhost and made it apologize.
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