Fighting With Faith- Third Entry
Little did they know, it was a Spacehulk, a behemoth adamantium colossal warship, in existence since Emperor-knows when, some even say before the first Great Crusade of the mighty Emperor. Within in, hundreds of Chaos spawns lay, some already stirring from their multi-millennia long slumber, muttering praises and worship for their dark gods.
It then drifted off at a tangent off the outer ring of planets of the Asat system until a missile from a ship in a minor skirmish nearby which, perhaps missed its targeted ship, flew straight into one of the many portholes of the Spacehulk and exploded.
Psykers went insane.
Navigators vomited and did all sorts of “cleansing rituals” in the extreme upon themselves to ward off the evil force that had befallen upon them all.
Children, men and women, felt the hair on their necks went stiff, a melancholy feeling suddenly overcoming them.
What followed marked the Age of Reunitement.
Within days, dark, lance-shape blots appeared in the skies of the ice-world Bleish, one of the two planets in the outer most ring of the system. As it drew nearer, the horror it presented: Vile, pulsating iconography festooned onto the sides of the evil looking drop pods, rendering even a veteran psyker insane if he stared at the grotesque craft for too long. A desperate plea was made by its governor and all the other governors on the other planets realised that if Bleish was to be overrun, they would be next. For the first time in five hundred years, alliances and agreements were made and new regiments and divisions were mustered. The Asat cluster inhabitants knew they would have to fend for themselves as the foul Chaos spawns had conjured a warp storm around the system which prevented further Imperial reinforcements.
Never did the Asat cluster inhabitants realise the true and awesome power they possessed if banded together. After five yots and two manths of bitter and cruel fighting, the Chaos forces were expunged.
Tired and exhausted, the various fleets reconsolidated and reached the conclusion that they were blinded by mere foolishness and gullible behaviour for the last five hundred years. The Asat System was rebirthed.
Little did they know, it was a Spacehulk, a behemoth adamantium colossal warship, in existence since Emperor-knows when, some even say before the first Great Crusade of the mighty Emperor. Within in, hundreds of Chaos spawns lay, some already stirring from their multi-millennia long slumber, muttering praises and worship for their dark gods.
It then drifted off at a tangent off the outer ring of planets of the Asat system until a missile from a ship in a minor skirmish nearby which, perhaps missed its targeted ship, flew straight into one of the many portholes of the Spacehulk and exploded.
Psykers went insane.
Navigators vomited and did all sorts of “cleansing rituals” in the extreme upon themselves to ward off the evil force that had befallen upon them all.
Children, men and women, felt the hair on their necks went stiff, a melancholy feeling suddenly overcoming them.
What followed marked the Age of Reunitement.
Within days, dark, lance-shape blots appeared in the skies of the ice-world Bleish, one of the two planets in the outer most ring of the system. As it drew nearer, the horror it presented: Vile, pulsating iconography festooned onto the sides of the evil looking drop pods, rendering even a veteran psyker insane if he stared at the grotesque craft for too long. A desperate plea was made by its governor and all the other governors on the other planets realised that if Bleish was to be overrun, they would be next. For the first time in five hundred years, alliances and agreements were made and new regiments and divisions were mustered. The Asat cluster inhabitants knew they would have to fend for themselves as the foul Chaos spawns had conjured a warp storm around the system which prevented further Imperial reinforcements.
Never did the Asat cluster inhabitants realise the true and awesome power they possessed if banded together. After five yots and two manths of bitter and cruel fighting, the Chaos forces were expunged.
Tired and exhausted, the various fleets reconsolidated and reached the conclusion that they were blinded by mere foolishness and gullible behaviour for the last five hundred years. The Asat System was rebirthed.
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