Editing The Atalantos Worlds (section)

====Narhadul, Legion Naval Yard and Resupply Center====
{{Infobox 40k Planet
|name= Narhadul
|bgcolor=black
|fgcolor=white
|image=[[File:Narhadul.jpg|200px]]
|class= Shipyard/Manufactorum
|orbdist= 1.2AU ± .025 AU
|gravity= 1.09G
|temp= 35 C
|pop= 8,000,000,000 (Surface)
10,000,000 (Orbital)
|governor= Dock Lord (Title)
|system= Narhadul System
|sector= Atalantos
|subsector= Narhadul
|segmentum= Ultima Segmentum
}}

Narhadul, azure jewel of the Atalantos Worlds. Narhadul, the Ringed World. Narhadul, supply world for the greatest naval fleet of any Legion. Primarch Arelex labored long and hard to forge the enormous naval base above Narhadul's atmosphere, and as the War Scribes' fleet expanded, so did the dockyards. By the time of the Heresy they had grown to encompass the planet entirely, forming an enormous broad ring of industrial might, capable of servicing any number of vessels. 

For a time, the entire Imperial fleet for the Ultima Segmentum based out of Narhadul for resupply and repair, though as the Crusade pressed onward to the Galactic Fringes other hubs of industry would take up some of the load. The world is of immense importance to the War Scribes and to the Ultima Segmentum, and so it drew the eye of Hektor himself who had visited it on more than one occasion to see what his brother had created. Commanding the [[Sons of Fire]] and the [[Eternal Zealots]] to do whatever was necessary to remove the industrial power of Narhadul, [[Hektor Cincinnatus]] sealed the world's fate, though it would be Arelex himself who struck the most painful blows. 

The two Traitor Legions descended on the world in force, choosing it as one of the first targets for the Burning Crusade. The vast naval yards were shot through and burned, though Primarch Aubrey well knew the ring itself was simply too massive to destroy outright. The true prize lay below. On Narhadul itself were endless ranks of manufactorums, producing Warp Drives, power plants, naval weaponry, armor, ammunition and ten thousand other essential ingredients for a functional naval fleet. All were put to the torch, defenseless in the War Scribes' weakened state. 

Knowing that the planet could not be saved, Arelex ordered the few ships surviving in orbit to deploy their payloads of Phosphex torpedoes, condemning the planet to fiery contamination for a thousand years. 


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*''Narhadul: 009 M31, the Dawn of the Burning Crusade.''

Aubrey watched as the first of the orbital strikes hit to the north. There was a blinding flash, and rising green flame mushroomed into the air beyond the horizon, heaving thousands of feet into the air. Others were coming down overhead, closer than the first. Aubrey sheathed his twin blades as he mused over this development. For the enemy to unleash world-killers was a stunning development. It was not a strategic possibility that he had even considered the War Scribes Legion undertaking. He had thought they would rather bleed and die to defend the enclave they had carved out for themselves then give in to despair, allowing him to give their souls to the Dark Gods and further the great path.

'This world is going to die, along with countless thousands of two Legions, yet you seem impressed my Lord,' said Master of Signals Cadauzes. His voice betrayed a note of unease. He did not know how they would get offworld now.

'I am,' said Aubrey, already reaching out for the power the Gods had granted him. 'I didn't think they had it in them.'

There was no way anyone would believe that Arelex would ever sanction the use of phosphex on such a scale, particularly against one of his own worlds. The blame would surely fall on him and Inferox for this. It matched Inferox’s MO, after all.

He had ordered the evacuation, but there was little chance that more than a fraction of the two legions deployed would make it off-world before the bombs struck. Now, the vox was awash with static.

Aubrey chanted the words he had learned in the heart of the void, and felt the power he had been bestowed come to him. His body became surrounded by a nimbus of corpse-light.

‘Is there any news of Inferox?’ he asked Cadauzes.

‘Nothing my Lord.’

‘Get to the ships. We’re far enough away that there’s still some time before the Phosphex reaches us.’

‘And you my lord?’

‘I go to find my brother.’

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After the Heresy, the War Scribes suffered immense hardship trying to rebuild Narhadul, successfully bringing the dockyards back online after a century of labor. 

The Phosphex bombs were eventually undone, though it took enormous effort to devise methods by which Phosphex fires could be slowly contained and extinguished. More than five hundred years would pass before the first manufactorum again rose upon Narhadul's surface. The battered world would never again regain its full glory, but Narhadul is still more than capable of servicing the War Scribes and many other Chapters and it is honored in their annals indeed.

Of all the Chapter Serfs none is more honored than the Dock Lord of Narhadul, charged with overseeing every aspect of Narhadul's operation from the lowest laborer to the mightiest war vessel. Though the War Scribes maintain a Marine presence in the system, day-to-day administration is performed by lesser men.