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'''Sebastion Rex''' was the Primarch of the Twenty-eighth Legion; the [[The Bulwark|Bulwark]], a stoic and withdrawn Legion. His Legion is often overlooked in the annals of history due to what is often perceived to be a very small contribution to the Great Crusade. Sebastion's long-time disillusionment and jaded perception of the Imperium as a whole led to his neutral stance during the opening stages of the Heresy.
'''Sebastion Rex''' was the Equerry to [[Hektor Cincinnats]], Primarch of the first Legion; the [[Heralds of Hektor]], a stoic and withdrawn Legion. Sebastion led a Division of the large Legion; this Division was primarily defense-focused, often aiding Legions in the occupation of conquered planets and lending their great landships for use against opposing forces.


==Appearance==
==Appearance==
Even past the day of his disappearance into the Warp, Sebastion's face was known to no one; all those who had fought with him and lived through the uprising against the Word were long past dead. He is never seen outside of his armor except when within the confines of his personal quarters; as such, he has rarely been seen to partake in food or drink. Shorter than most of his brothers at the average height of a standard Astartes, Sebastion was a broad man possessed of a glorious purpose that drove his every action. Uncommonly, his grey eyes could be seen through the occularium of his helmet, seeming to constantly be in a state of deep-thought or contemplative planning.
Even past the day of his disappearance into the Warp, Sebastion's face was known to no one; all those who had fought with him and lived through the Great Crusade were long past dead. He is never seen outside of his armor except when within the confines of his personal quarters; as such, he has rarely been seen to partake in food or drink. Shorter than most of his brothers at little over the height of a standard human, Sebastion was a man possessed of a glorious purpose that drove his every action. Uncommonly, his grey eyes could be seen through the occularium of his helmet, seeming to constantly be in a state of deep-thought or contemplative planning.


The Jester's Cap, as his helm had been dubbed when it had been ritualistically locked upon his head, was composed of 3 parts; the headpiece, the grille, and the cabling. The headpiece possessed an occularium that covered Sebastion's cheeks with the positive space while creating a squat T-shaped with the negative space; this was meant to obscure the face of the heretic, but still allow them to truly wallow in their suffering as they witness how the populace treats the lowest form of life.
The Jester's Cap, as his helm had been dubbed when it had been ritualistically locked upon his head, is a technological miracle, incorporating a far more advanced sensor suite than a normal Marine's helmet; this suite allows him to access the helmet feeds of the men under his command, giving him an unprecedented understanding of the battlefield.
 
The grille of the Cap was particularly peculiar, being formed of overlapping grill-plates to form a sort of scale-armoured faceplate that attached to the inside of the occularium of the headpiece. This was done to further shame the heretic by removing their identity; though the people would consider them to be scum, they would eventually forget who the heretic was entirely. Many heretics who fell to this fate were buried in unmarked graves; no records were kept to distinguish who they formerly were.
 
The cabling, a crucial part of the original purpose of the Cap, consisted of a series of plasteel cables running from the grille to a small container attached to the back of the headpiece. Any heretic deemed infamous enough to be confined with a Jester's Cap was injected with a specialized toxin native to Arelon's forests; this toxin was non-fatal, but left its victim in a state of constant excruciating pain. The container holds potent analgesics that counteract this effect, but also cause the higher brain function of the heretic to slowly shut down until they effectively brain-dead. This was done in order to prevent any heretics from returning from this humiliation; the removal of the Cap, and by extension the analgesics, would mean certain death. The secondary purpose of the cabling was to provide nutrition to the heretic so they could survive as long as their captors intended them to; Sebastion had this function removed after his ascension to emperordom in favor of a retractable faceplate, instead.
 
Sebastion, possessed of a Primarch's unique physiology, was able to retain his higher brain function, but was unable to expel the toxin. In order to avoid a state of constant agony, Sebastion is forever held captive by his helm. Formerly a simple helm composed of Adamantium and Plasteel, Sebastion modified the Cap after his forced annexation into the Imperium, integrating all of the Auto-senses common to the typical Astartes helmet, including adding retractable Auto-lenses to the occularium. Though he could not remove it, he would make his existence inside it as survivable as possible.


==Youth==
==Youth==
Arelon Primaris, a planet of paradoxes, was fated to be the final resting place of Sebastion's pod; it rocketed through the thin upper crust of the planet and crashed into one of the planet's many underhives. Arelon's caste system consisted of two categories; those who lived on one of the planet's many forested plateaus, and those who lived in the shadowed underhives beneath the surface. The nobility and those in power lived as gods and kings on the plateaus, while the underhives were rife with crime and corruption.
The hive Sebastion crashed into was a wretched hive of scum and villainy; the hive's leaders were corrupt and fickle, each trying to outdo the other in order to gain a better position within the hive like rats scrabbling over the last few scraps of leftovers. From a young age, Sebastion was taught to never truly trust anyone, especially not those in a position of power. His squad made sure of that.
He had been found by a wandering band of the hive's militia; several of them had elected to eat the child, but one psyker saw greatness within him, and stayed their hands. This psyker, a blind craftsman, was the resident siege-master of the hive, and in the coming years as Sebastion grew to adolescence, he began to learn of the arts of siege.
Resources were scarce beneath the surface, resulting in constant turf wars between rival hive cities; impromptu defenses were often constructed in the vast caverns that separated these cities, and it was during his first skirmish that Sebastion truly came into his own; a stray las-shot had taken his master's head clean off, pressganging Sebastion to take his place. He had learned much from his master, but without his guidance, Sebastion's first foray into true siege warfare seemed to be unsteady; the outer defenses began to fall and the enemy victory seemed at hand.
As Sebastion cradled his master's dying form in his arms, an energy began to fill him and his true potential was unveiled; a revelation struck him, and he was never the same afterwards.
Standing atop the battlements of his hive's makeshift fortress, the battlefield suddenly all seemed much like a game to Sebastion; the hivegangers and ex-soldiers and militiamen were all but pawns to be used to secure a victory. Every rock, every wall, every fortification seemed to speak to him, telling him when to strike and when to build. Truly, Sebastion had found his true calling. Attack after attack was repelled, seeming to be effortlessly orchestrated by Sebastion.
Taking his master's last lesson to heart, Sebastion recognized his own abilities and what he had to do. His newfound power would threaten those in power, and they would only limit his ambition. His militiamen behind him, he marched upon the halls of the hive's leaders, butchering them like animals. Any of his men that quailed at this were also put to death; the hive had a new regime with a mighty warlord at its helm.
Within a month, the rival hive had fallen at the hands of Sebastion. Within a decade, Hive Lord Sebastion Rex controlled every hive in Arelon Primaris. Any who stood against the new Hive Lord or did not contribute to the hive's well-being was put to death, often publicly. Politicians, military leaders, clerics, magistrates; all fell beneath the hammer of true justice. Those who worked kept what they earned; those who didn't work were put to death for the overall good of the hive. All criminals were thoroughly checked, then executed or put to work.
Despite his totalitarian control over the hives, life improved beneath the surface of Arelon; research went into extending the usage of their limited supplies, and more supplies were generated due to the removal of the need to be paranoid of attacks by rival hives. Sebastion Rex, the slaughterer of hundreds, the butcher of men, had created a world of relative peace from the mire of corruption.
Soon, he would march for the ultimate prize; the surface.
[cont'd]
==The Coming of The Emperor==
As the Legions arrived in the Arelon system, they soon discovered Sebastion; rather, they discovered his empire. Sebastion had been found in the forests, and had been looked after by the populace of a small city, constantly predated on by roaming bandit armies and the neighbouring nations and Great Cities. Over the course of his time on Arelon, Sebastion managed to take that small city and turn it into a sprawling empire, the Jewel and capital city of all of Arelon. He had done this by meticulously and patiently fortifying the small city state and all of its conquests. He then interlinked their infrastructures, so that they made an interlocking, interlinked web of citadels that protected each other and their cities.
As the Emperor's procession landed on the planet, all manner of anti-ship weapons trained themselves onto the incoming ships; not knowing who these foreign invaders were, the forces of Arelon had erred on the side of caution. Personally meeting these alien arrivals, Sebastion was astounded to meet someone as similar to himself in both appearance and stature. However, despite this, Sebastion would not listen to the Emperor; Sebastion's time on the throne had caused him great paranoia, though not without reason. His former compatriots had turned against him after his inauguration, feeling that he was no different than the previous ruler, leading to many attempts on his life. Due to this, Sebastion simply believed the Emperor, his father and creator, to be a bigger, space-faring foe; one that he and his people would weather, just as they always had.
Set back by this, Alexandri of the Silver Cataphracts confronted Sebastion, commanding him to take a knee in honour of the Emperor of All Mankind. Sebastion struck him across the face before returning to his citadel. Turning his back upon Alexandri would have likely been his downfall had The Emperor not stopped his assault and calmed his rage. Seeing no alternative, The Emperor ordered the Silver Cataphracts and the Steel Marshalls to use their siege expertise to force Sebastion out; they did so with ease, although the defenses did give them far more trouble than they expected. Nonetheless, their advanced weaponry and tactics reduced the defenses of Arelon to rubble. The pinnacle of Arelon's technology paled in comparison to the might of the Astartes fleets; thousands died in firestorms of death and destruction.


Seeing his empire, all he had built, in ruins, Sebastion wept. His paranoia and arrogance had brought this upon his people, but he dare not falter now; Arelon, his great empire, would endure. He remained steadfast, standing in front of primary Citadel of Arelon, and screaming a challenge to his foes; none could defeat the Gatekeeper of the Citadel. He fought off many foes while waiting for a reply, defending his final bastion for hours on end, sustaining great wounds, but shrugging them all off. His warhammer rang out across the landscape as the battle finally took its toll on Sebastion. Bloody and beginning to tire, he finally bellowed a challenge to the Emperor himself as a final gambit.


The Emperor did not accept the duel; instead, he chose to speak with Sebastion, explaining why he had come. Sebastion's destiny, rather than to be the leader of such an insignificant system, was to fortify the stars in the name of his father, the Emperor. His people dead and dying around him, Sebastion was given little choice but to accept. The Emperor had spared his life and that of the majority of Arelon's civilians, but many of Sebastion's battle-brothers had been slaughtered. Though he had agreed to toil under his father's name, the seeds of doubt had already been sown into the soul of the emperor of Arelon. No matter how close he became to his brethren and father, Sebastion would always remember the screams of his dying world.
==The Unification Wars==


Through some form of psychic foresight, the Emperor had already dubbed Sebastion's legion as the Gatekeepers. This title now mirrored their Primarch's noble final stand at the Citadel of Arelon. Now following the Great Crusade, the legion reinforced and garrisoned strategic positions in order to better support their allies. Begrudgingly putting what he had learned at the hands of the Cataphracts and the Marshalls to good use, and together with advanced technology, Sebastion began perfecting the art of siege defense.


==The Great Crusade==
==The Great Crusade==

Revision as of 04:03, 10 March 2015

Sebastion Rex
Title/Honours

Emperor of Arelon, The Gatekeeper, Hidden Rex, Builder of the Crucible

Discovered (world)

Arelon Primaris

Discovered (period)

c.877.M30

Legion

Twenty-eighth

Heraldry/Sigil

Distinguishing Traits

Detail-oriented, Strategic, Straight-laced

Flaws

Under-handed, Result-oriented, Jealous, Literal

Fate

Unknown; likely perished in the Warp

This page details people, events, and organisations from the /tg/ Heresy, a fan re-working of the Warhammer 40,000 Universe. See the /tg/ Heresy Timeline and Galaxy pages for more information on the Alternate Universe.

Sebastion Rex was the Equerry to Hektor Cincinnats, Primarch of the first Legion; the Heralds of Hektor, a stoic and withdrawn Legion. Sebastion led a Division of the large Legion; this Division was primarily defense-focused, often aiding Legions in the occupation of conquered planets and lending their great landships for use against opposing forces.

Appearance

Even past the day of his disappearance into the Warp, Sebastion's face was known to no one; all those who had fought with him and lived through the Great Crusade were long past dead. He is never seen outside of his armor except when within the confines of his personal quarters; as such, he has rarely been seen to partake in food or drink. Shorter than most of his brothers at little over the height of a standard human, Sebastion was a man possessed of a glorious purpose that drove his every action. Uncommonly, his grey eyes could be seen through the occularium of his helmet, seeming to constantly be in a state of deep-thought or contemplative planning.

The Jester's Cap, as his helm had been dubbed when it had been ritualistically locked upon his head, is a technological miracle, incorporating a far more advanced sensor suite than a normal Marine's helmet; this suite allows him to access the helmet feeds of the men under his command, giving him an unprecedented understanding of the battlefield.

Youth

The Unification Wars

The Great Crusade

As the Great Crusade progressed, Sebastian began carving out his own network of highly defended, incredibly fortified planets, and steadily expanded this burgeoning empire until he had a prosperous sector under his control. Benefiting from the regular patrols and heavy defenses, the sector economy became robust, constantly growing to keep up with the demand for construction materials, defensive weapons and space ships. He become close to Arelex of the War Scribes and Uriel of the Children of Armok; their Legions often co-operated, generating a closer sense of camaraderie amongst the troops.

The Heresy

HUGE WIP

As his empire grew and strengthened, Sebastion and the Gatekeepers' involvement in the crusades waned. By the time the Heresy began, it had been some time since Sebastion and his legion had done more than fortify and defend against xenos attacks. Remembering the pain he felt at having his mightiest achievement reduced to rubble by the Emperor, Sebastian declared his neutrality, taking his now considerable personal empire with him. Left on the sidelines as the Heresy raged, Sebastion and his Legion refused to side with either force; having been left out of the front lines, they had no idea of what was happening. Brother fought brother as the Heresy continued, leaving the Gatekeepers to sit behind their walls and watch in stoic resignation.

However, Uriel Starikov, Primarch of the Children of Armok and a friend of Sebastion, warned that The Gatekeepers' rivals, the Silver Cataphracts, and the Steel Marshals were en-route to his empire to force him to join them, as they had done back on Arelon. Images of his brethren destroying his life's work enraged Sebastion, and he began preparations to welcome his former brothers with concrete and steel. As one final insult to his oncoming foes, he sent a personal message to their Primarchs.

"You will now know us as the Bulwark, for we will break you upon our mighty defenses and laugh at your death. You will be destroyed in the Crucible I lay before you, but take solace knowing that we will forge your remains into new walls to crush all those who follow in your ill-fated footsteps. We are the Bulwark. Bring us your best, for we will take them all!"

Little did Sebastion know that the the two loyalist legions had been dispatched to provide assistance to the Bulwark, as Sebastion's little corner of the Imperium was perhaps the safest and most secure loyalist sector in the whole galaxy. The Loyalists had planned to use it as a base for a second front, to lure the Traitors into the masterfully crafted defenses of the Bulwark Empire or attack them from behind if they marched on Terra. The Crucible Challenge came as a shock, but assuming the Bulwark's message to mean they had joined Hektor's side, the Cataphtacts and the Marshals did not hesitate in preparing for battle.

The Crucible itself was made up of the 5 worlds of the Arelon system and 2 space stations, all garrisoned and fortified beyond normal necessity or logic. They were dug in for a long, bloody siege. Entire continents covered in garrisons, bunkers, and fortifications, all with their killzones perfectly measured and mapped out. Just as their worlds had once sustained their brothers and provided needed supplies, they now turned these venues inward to fuel their own war machines and create fortresses that spanned for hundreds of miles.

The space stations were bastions of terrible power, brimming with all manner of anti-ship and point defense weaponry. Maintaining a geo-synchronous orbit around Buhsteados, the 2 stations form a strong middle-point for the Crucible due to their ability to receive supplies from Arelon and Skuhtay while also providing support for Doward and Gauvahl. These stations, formerly functioning as Fortress-Monasteries, possessed large clusters of thrusters that were capable of slow and purposeful advances if needed; however, these thrusters were much more often used to better position their Nova Cannons towards enemy targets.

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The Crucible would last the rest of the heresy, and outmatch the Siege of Terra in scale and brutality. Ultimately, the Crucible would leave the Bulwark victorious, but having sustained heavy losses themselves, losing around 55% of their legion. The Cataphracts and the Marshals suffer an estimated 65% and 52% casualty rate respectively. Towards the end of the battle, seeing him in person, Sebastian challenged the Marshalls Primarch, Roman Albrecht to single combat. Roman was a far superior fighter, and lead the fight, but Sebastian's skill at defending kept the duel locked into a stalemate. As both Primarch's anger and desire to best their rival took over them, they began to ignore the battle that had temporarily lulled to watch the two giants duel. Finally, Sebastian struck; parrying a sword stroke, he disarmed Roman, and gave him no respite - not even stopping to gloat. Roman's head flew, and the silence that followed it was deafening. A Primarch, the mightiest of the mighty, save the Emperor of mankind himself, was dead. Before the head of Roman had even hit the floor, the carnage resumed at a higher force than before - deafening cheers from the Bulwark, and cries of anguish and sorrow fueled rage from the Marhsals. Sebastian stood, sword in the air, relishing in the feeling - he had bested one of the 2 mortals responsible for his people, his empire back on Arelon, being destroyed. The feeling did not last long. He had suffered some minor wounds during the fight, but they had weakened him, and he returned to his fortified battle lines. Later in the battle, Sebastian would face the Cataphracts Primarch Alexandri while defending a breach in the curtain wall of the capital of the 4th and final world. Constantine was not as close a match for Sebastian as Roman was, but due to Sebastians wounds, Alexandri was able to get the upper hand, and mortally wounded Sebastian with a powerful strike from his master-crafted power halberd. Before he succumbed to his wound however, Sebastian grabbed the halberd's shaft, and pulled himself down the blade, so he was face to face with his rival brother, nothing but hatred on Sebastians face, but a look of remorse on the face of Alexandri. Sebastian tried to say something, and Alexandri leant in to hear his brother's last words over the din of battle. "Bring us your best, for we will take them all." He trailed off into laughter, that quickly became a coughing fit as blood poured out of his lips. His lips that smiled. Alexandri looked confused, then was engulfed in an explosion that sent all those in a third metre radius flying. Alexandri was not dead, but he was no longer conscious; the blast had ripped his lower body clean from the rest of him, and hurled his upper body up, and into the rubble of an outer wall. The apothecaries were able to keep him alive miraculously, but Alexandri of Rossak was in a deep coma, and would never be the same again.

Post-Heresy

Following the aftermath of the Crucible, and the now finished Heresy, the shattered Bulwark fractured into two factions known as the Ramparts and the Rubble. One sought to rebuild their mighty empire; the other sought to forget their weakness and join Chaos.

The Primarchs of the /tg/ Heresy
Loyalist: Alexandri of Rosskar - Arelex Orannis - Brennus - Gaspard Lumey - Golgothos
Onyx the Indestructible - Roman Albrecht - Shakya Vardhana - Tiran Osoros
Traitor: Aubrey The Grey - Cromwald Walgrun - Hektor Cincinnatus - Inferox - Johannes Vrach
Rogerius Merrill - The Voidwatcher - Tollund Ötztal - Uriel Salazar
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