Tales of the 13th Necromunda- Ratling Sniper Teams

 

Field Tale: “Lunch at No-Man’s Table”

Featuring Ratling Sniper Teams: The Verminators & "Whisker six”

No one really knows how the two Ratling sniper teams ended up a full kilometer ahead of the main line, dug in behind enemy territory. Official records say they were “scouting forward positions.” Most of the 13th know better.

They were looking for a place to have lunch.

The ruins of an old hab block on the outer ridge of Zone Theta were just right—had a clear field of fire, plenty of broken wall for cover, and a collapsed pantry that still held a crate of somewhat-edible ration bricks. Naturally, the two squads set up shop.

Sergeant Bort of Whisker six even laid out a proper cookfire using promethium gel and a bent ammo pan. Meanwhile, Gunk and Loaf of The Verminators started racking up headshots on a Chaos militia patrol trying to set up a mortar nest on the far side of the ridge.

Between bites of scorched grox hash and sips of recaf boiled in a helmet, they casually dropped twelve enemy troops, one vox operator, and a cultist standard bearer.

“Ey, Gunk,” Loaf mumbled through a mouthful of protein bar.
“Hmm?”
“Scope that fella trying to flank our position.”
Pffft–click.
“Not anymore he ain't.”
“Ta, mate. Pass the salt.”

At some point, the fire from their perch was so effective that the rest of the enemy force turned and ran, believing they’d stumbled into a hidden Imperial forward firebase.

When command finally caught up with them six hours later, they were finishing second helpings and arguing about whether blood pudding counted as “morale-boosting” or “war crime adjacent.”

The ruins were renamed on the unit’s unofficial maps as:
“No-Man’s Table.”