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"Currently there is great danger in the sub-sector. Imperium forces only control four systems out of the eight within the sub-sector. The sub-sector capitol of Merovingian, from which the sub-sector takes its name, is positioned in the center and has been our firm foothold throughout the last century, but even that could be lost.
"Reports have been flooding in for the past decade now on new dangers. The Orks have been growing in number and daring, moving out further and more aggressively from Golgotha, that ill-named world that has become the xenos vile nest. Aid from several Adeptus Astartes Chapters has been issued to require assistance in exterminating these foes.
"The last scout expedition to find a path through the Jaglan Alpha Nebulae has not reported in -- much like the previous nine such expeditions. The Adeptus Mechanicus has filed several more complaints with the Administratum, protesting the lack of initiative on the sub-sector Governor's part to look further into the nebulae. The old legends about there being several technologically advanced and lost worlds within the nebulae continue to fuel their desire to reach them.
"The Tau Empire has made a strong bid in its most recent expansion efforts into the sub-sector. The St. Adelphia's Hope system was lost four years ago to a lightning incursion from Tau forces, at a time when the sub-sector forces were distracted by a Chaos uprising on Anduak and Vullis Prime. Vullis Prime remains a hard fought war on the planet, but no word has been heard from Anduak in over a decade. The local Ecclesiarch has already sent a report via channels to the Inquisition, requesting advice and help in this heretical matter.
"Much is happening beneath the surface events however, Commander. I can feel it. I can only hope that with your arrival that the Imperium of Man will emerge victorious...even through it is against training to entertain doubt, I feel worried. Things are happening within the sub-sector and for all I know, things will not be brighter on the other side."
++Recipient: All Imperial Vessels/All Planets of Merovingian Sector++
++Subject: We Are One ++
++Author: Captain Cato Sicarius++
I stand before you in deep awe and respect at the sight that is before my eyes. On this very ground and in these very skies, the children of the beloved immortal Emperor all stand proud and united under single purpose: To annihilate our enemies who dare come to take what is ours. Though we all come from different corners of the void and our cultures deviate from one another, it is loyalty to the banner of the Imperium and our willingness to protect the helpless do we curl the fingers of our many armies into one magnificent and destructive fist.
Make no mistake; our foes are many and they are strong. To underestimate them is a folly. Yet, what do they come to the Merovingian Sector for but to steal, usurp and destroy? Many of our citizens have built up lives here in peace, toiling restlessly in civil service for their families and the Emperor. Harmonious life once echoed across these fields and these cities as men and women worked towards a dream of prosperity. But now, the fields grow silent and the horrific screams of death and destruction echo the very streets where small children used to laugh and play. Blood spills in every corner, fathers bury their sons, and it utterly despairs and enrages me to see a once renowned sector ravaged by baseless animals who would dare come and take everything away. Are we wrong to take up arms to defend those who cannot themselves? Absolutely not, for I would rather draw my sword and cast out the enemy to oblivion a thousand times over than be dishonored with the thought of the helpless torn to pieces by idleness!
Let them come. Let the heretics, the thieves, the butchers, the animals, and all the malevolence in the galaxy pour into the Merovingian. Let this be the place where our enemies fear us as whelps fear monsters in the shadows. Show them absolutely no mercy. Every gun, cannon, and sword will ring out in furious justice as we make these sickening terrorists pay for every life taken and every inch of ground stolen from us. From this moment on, we are all equals. Not as astartes, guardsman, and citizens, but children of the Emperor who will each fight with extreme ferocity until we are dead to the last man.
Prepare for battle!
- Cato Sicarius of the Ultramarines Second Company, Second Commander of the Imperial Coalition of the Merovingian Sector
Welcome to my paradise! What glory is there for the True Gods that this sector burns ever brighter for Chaos!
A growl is heard.
But how disappointing is the flailing of a drowning man that denies his fate. The puny and insignificant masses of Sub-Sector Merovingian continue to defy the will of Chaos Undivided. Long have I slumbered and waited. Long has it been since Horus -- once the paragon and favored son of the Chaos Gods -- cut a path through this sector on his way to kill the Anathema. Promises were made. Pacts bound by blood sacrifice and delicious souls!
Dark laughter peels along the spine.
Now is our time! The conflict is just beginning upon Vullis Prime! If enough souls are ensnared upon the alter of war then a portal into the Warp shall be opened and my minions will stretch out their hands. So go forth, my dear little ones, go forth. Slaughter all who would deny the glory of Chaos or try to bar our conquest of Merovingian.
Conquer it and eternal rewards will I bestow upon thee.
A cold sweat breaks upon you as unseen eyes focus upon your darkest soul.
Do as I command. Conquer this place, free me from my prison, and Chaos will reign.
~If you are reading this, then you will have encountered one of our messenger drones and are therefore a spacefaring race. You will soon see more evidence of us; this is no cause for alarm.~
~When you encounter one of our ships or outposts, then welcome it. We have much to offer a faithful friend. We are five castes, one people. All are bound to the dream of bringing a new and better way to the universe. All are working towards the Greater Good.~
~I hope you will choose to share the culture, technology, and protection of the Tau Empire. The wise learn to adapt to change. Believe, as we do, in our destiny.~
[A new enclave is being built upon Or'es'shi, the new name of St. Adelphia's Hope. From this foothold within the subsector we will extend out the hand of cooperation. We must bind the people of the universe under the precepts of the Greater Good. Such is our duty to the Tau'va. But much resistance is being met. The Gue'ron'sha are present in the sector in force, stemming the tide against the corrupted humans that appear to worship 'kaos'. But, we have encountered the wise Eldar Craftworlders. Though they resist the call to join with the Tau Empire under the guidance of the Greater Good, the Eldar have proven to be beneficial allies. We will help them, and by this help ourselves in establishing a stronger hold within the sector.]
"Dark shadows play upon the mind as it walks through the Paths of the Seer, the guidance of scrying ruins the only safety when perceiving the future of this sector. The Sea of Souls churns with the delight of Chaos. Daemonic beings stretch forth their hands, whilst the foolish Monkeigh ignore the portents and happily run rampant along the knife's edge of their fate.
"We must be patient. We must be swift. Our actions will define whether or not the forgotten heritage of our race is lost forever to the hungry mouths of Chaotic beings, or if we will exult in victory and deny Chaos its victory over the souls of lesser beings; and in doing so destroy what was once an important part of our fallen empire.
"The monkeigh do not understand it. They have ignored it. This is to our advantage.
"Alliances have been made with the younger race, those beings known as the Tau. They are a mystery to us, for we cannot perceive their fates in the same manner as the Monkeigh. Where the Monkeigh would leave a jagged, gaping hole in the fabric of the future -- these beings leave only the barest passing of footprints in sand, soon to vanish and not be seen again. With their help we may be able to salvage what was lost on our Lilaethan from time immemorial.
"Only then can we successfully stop the foolish Monkeigh from awakening the sleeping death that await them within the Jaglan Alpha Nebulae. Ancient enemies that are best left undisturbed until such a time as they may be dealt with.
But the fates are unclear and time is running out."
Cold chambers hum with the machinery from a time before the first microorganism ever was created to eventually spawn the flesh of the creature that would eventually become Man. Ambient light of a sickeningly pale nature, malevolent and green, pulses.
Souls of beings as old as stars begin to shudder and twist, flexing back and forth within the metallic confines of their bodies -- ancient memories of flesh fading away as the reality of cold metal is all that is awoken to.
It is there. On the edge of the hunting instincts and detection systems.
A fluttering candle.
Time to reawaken and squelch the flame.