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	~~==History of Atalantos==~~

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			==History of Atalantos==
	Near the Galactic Core, life is harsh and brutal. Intense radiation coming from the tightly clustered stars and the monstrous black hole at the Galaxy's heart sterilize all life from worlds that draw too close. It is an all too common lament for many stillborn races that the vagaries of gravity draw their system's orbit into this tempest, burning them from existence in the uncaring glare. However, the Galactic Core is also one of the most vibrant places in a Galaxy that elsewhere is cold, dark, and all too dead, filled with a plethora of rare resources and ancient ruins that outlived their luckless owners. Many a planet in this region holds ancient troves of knowledge and relics, left behind after their masters demise.		Near the Galactic Core, life is harsh and brutal. Intense radiation coming from the tightly clustered stars and the monstrous black hole at the Galaxy's heart sterilize all life from worlds that draw too close. It is an all too common lament for many stillborn races that the vagaries of gravity draw their system's orbit into this tempest, burning them from existence in the uncaring glare. However, the Galactic Core is also one of the most vibrant places in a Galaxy that elsewhere is cold, dark, and all too dead, filled with a plethora of rare resources and ancient ruins that outlived their luckless owners. Many a planet in this region holds ancient troves of knowledge and relics, left behind after their masters demise.

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	Xae-Jol Prime is a benevolent yellow star, very close in size and intensity to Sol. It plays host to almost a dozen planets, all uninhabitable rocks except for the fourth, roaming the spacelanes slightly further from its parent star than Terra from Sol. From orbit, Xae-Jol IV is staggeringly beautiful, with colorful rocks, oceans of many green and blue hues, dense vegetation bursting with life and abundant patches of open grass perfect for building habitation. The planet has been settled at least three or four ''hundred'' times, so far as Imperial scholars can ascertain, and even digging a few meters into the soil is sure to turn up all manner of artifacts from an unbelievable number of xenos and human civilizations. Something about Xae-Jol IV inflames the spirit of all sentient beings, causing them to grow ever more decadent, paranoid and hostile. They begin to covet their world as a jewel beyond price and slowly sabotage all other life forms who settle there. Inevitably, all settlements descend into infighting and warfare, spilling their blood upon the soil.		Xae-Jol Prime is a benevolent yellow star, very close in size and intensity to Sol. It plays host to almost a dozen planets, all uninhabitable rocks except for the fourth, roaming the spacelanes slightly further from its parent star than Terra from Sol. From orbit, Xae-Jol IV is staggeringly beautiful, with colorful rocks, oceans of many green and blue hues, dense vegetation bursting with life and abundant patches of open grass perfect for building habitation. The planet has been settled at least three or four ''hundred'' times, so far as Imperial scholars can ascertain, and even digging a few meters into the soil is sure to turn up all manner of artifacts from an unbelievable number of xenos and human civilizations. Something about Xae-Jol IV inflames the spirit of all sentient beings, causing them to grow ever more decadent, paranoid and hostile. They begin to covet their world as a jewel beyond price and slowly sabotage all other life forms who settle there. Inevitably, all settlements descend into infighting and warfare, spilling their blood upon the soil.

	Many theories have been proposed as to why this is so. One faction of scholars hold that Xae-Jol IV is Warp-tainted in very subtle ways, a tantalizing lure placed there by the Prince of Excess itself for sadistic amusement. Others claim that much as the Eldar created Maiden Worlds, so too did their Dark Eldar brethren and this planet is that dark fruit, as beautiful on the outside and as tainted on the inside as that vile race. The third popular theory is that Xae-Jol IV itself is alive and hungry, presenting its radiant beauty and easy living to draw in sentient souls upon which to feed, like a carnivorous plant makes itself irresistible to insect life. None of these theories have yet been proven though.		Many theories have been proposed as to why this is so. One faction of scholars hold that Xae-Jol IV is Warp-tainted in very subtle ways, a tantalizing lure placed there by the Prince of Excess itself for sadistic amusement. Others claim that much as the Eldar created Maiden Worlds, so too did their Dark Eldar brethren and this planet is that dark fruit, as beautiful on the outside and as tainted on the inside as that vile race. The third popular theory is that Xae-Jol IV itself is alive and hungry, presenting its radiant beauty and easy living to draw in sentient souls upon which to feed, like a carnivorous plant makes itself irresistible to insect life. None of these theories have yet been proven though.

	Accordingly, Xae-Jol IV has been placed under Inquisitional Edict, forbidding all Imperial citizenry from traveling here on pain of death. The Inquisition and Mechanicus maintain a single temporary research installation in orbit, sending down small squads of explorers and archaeo-scholars to pick over the remains an inch at a time in hopes of unraveling the mystery, or perhaps finding artifacts from humanity's Dark Age. Upon their return to the space station, the scholars are screened mercilessly by teams of the Inqusition's finest. At the least hint of deviancy or whim of the Inqusition, they are immediately terminated with extreme prejudice, lest whatever curse inhabits Xae-Jol IV take root and spread.		Accordingly, Xae-Jol IV has been placed under Inquisitional Edict, forbidding all Imperial citizenry from traveling here on pain of death. The Inquisition and Mechanicus maintain a single temporary research installation in orbit, sending down small squads of explorers and archaeo-scholars to pick over the remains an inch at a time in hopes of unraveling the mystery, or perhaps finding artifacts from humanity's Dark Age. Upon their return to the space station, the scholars are screened mercilessly by teams of the Inqusition's finest. At the least hint of deviancy or whim of the Inqusition, they are immediately terminated with extreme prejudice, lest whatever curse inhabits Xae-Jol IV take root and spread.

			The biosphere also holds immense interest to Genetors across the Imperium, who dearly wish to retrieve biological samples for experimentation. Xae-Jol's flora and fauna are among the most resilient known to all Imperial science, even after dozens of interstellar civilizations try to drink the planet's resources dry, the ecology recovers within a handful of years as strong and lush as ever. Dump out a barrel of deadly toxins on any given acre of Xae-Jol IV, and a year or two later all the plants and animals will have subtly adapted to break down and make use of those chemicals. Many Magos Biologis have petitioned to transplant these species onto Imperial worlds which have been destroyed by human industry and attempt to regenerate those planets, but thus far the Inquisition has blocked every such attempt. An informal bounty of millions upon millions of Imperial Throne gelt stands to be claimed by anyone reckless enough to bring even a few viable specimens back, but so far none have lived to earn the reward.

	The planet is maddening to the Mechanicus, who wish nothing more than to strip mine it at once and greedily plunder its ancient reserves for holy technology. Mars has nearly come to blows with the Inquisition multiple times over Xae-Jol IV, and the War Scribes are beginning to suspect that perhaps Xae-Jol IV has somehow breached the containment protocols. Though the Scribes will not touch Xae-Jol IV with a hundred-foot adamantium rod, they have made preparations to perform Exterminatus on Xae-Jol IV at a moment's notice should they deem it necessary, and to the Warp with the political consequences.		The planet is maddening to the Mechanicus, who wish nothing more than to strip mine it at once and greedily plunder its ancient reserves for holy technology. Mars has nearly come to blows with the Inquisition multiple times over Xae-Jol IV, and the War Scribes are beginning to suspect that perhaps Xae-Jol IV has somehow breached the containment protocols. Though the Scribes will not touch Xae-Jol IV with a hundred-foot adamantium rod, they have made preparations to perform Exterminatus on Xae-Jol IV at a moment's notice should they deem it necessary, and to the Warp with the political consequences.

	And quietly, a fourth theory has been proposed. Very softly, very tentatively. Few will dare even speak of it, though many have thought it in the back of their minds. There are those who believe that Xae-Jol IV is exactly as it seems. Wonderful in every way. A true Garden of Eden, a paradise hidden by the universe itself in this distant corner of the galaxy.		And quietly, a fourth theory has been proposed. Very softly, very tentatively. Few will dare even speak of it, though many have thought it in the back of their minds. There are those who believe that Xae-Jol IV is exactly as it seems. Wonderful in every way. A true Garden of Eden, a paradise hidden by the universe itself in this distant corner of the galaxy. Perhaps it is merely the darkness dwelling within the hearts of all beings which poisons Xae-Jol IV, as such goodness cannot exist amongst filth that craves it all for themselves. No containment can be successful, for all bring the contagion with them.

	It is merely the darkness dwelling within the hearts of all beings which poisons Xae-Jol IV, as such goodness cannot exist amongst filth that craves it all for themselves. No containment can be successful, for we bring the contagion with us.

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	Time will tell.		Time will tell.


			====Xae-Jol IV, the Dark Heart====

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			\|type= Paradise World
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			Xae-Jol Prime is a benevolent yellow star, very close in size and intensity to Sol. It plays host to almost a dozen planets, all uninhabitable rocks except for the fourth, roaming the spacelanes slightly further from its parent star than Terra from Sol. From orbit, Xae-Jol IV is staggeringly beautiful, with colorful rocks, oceans of many green and blue hues, dense vegetation bursting with life and abundant patches of open grass perfect for building habitation. The planet has been settled at least three or four ''hundred'' times, so far as Imperial scholars can ascertain, and even digging a few meters into the soil is sure to turn up all manner of artifacts from an unbelievable number of xenos and human civilizations. Something about Xae-Jol IV inflames the spirit of all sentient beings, causing them to grow ever more decadent, paranoid and hostile. They begin to covet their world as a jewel beyond price and slowly sabotage all other life forms who settle there. Inevitably, all settlements descend into infighting and warfare, spilling their blood upon the soil.

			Many theories have been proposed as to why this is so. One faction of scholars hold that Xae-Jol IV is Warp-tainted in very subtle ways, a tantalizing lure placed there by the Prince of Excess itself for sadistic amusement. Others claim that much as the Eldar created Maiden Worlds, so too did their Dark Eldar brethren and this planet is that dark fruit, as beautiful on the outside and as tainted on the inside as that vile race. The third popular theory is that Xae-Jol IV itself is alive and hungry, presenting its radiant beauty and easy living to draw in sentient souls upon which to feed, like a carnivorous plant makes itself irresistible to insect life. None of these theories have yet been proven though.

			Accordingly, Xae-Jol IV has been placed under Inquisitional Edict, forbidding all Imperial citizenry from traveling here on pain of death. The Inquisition and Mechanicus maintain a single temporary research installation in orbit, sending down small squads of explorers and archaeo-scholars to pick over the remains an inch at a time in hopes of unraveling the mystery, or perhaps finding artifacts from humanity's Dark Age. Upon their return to the space station, the scholars are screened mercilessly by teams of the Inqusition's finest. At the least hint of deviancy or whim of the Inqusition, they are immediately terminated with extreme prejudice, lest whatever curse inhabits Xae-Jol IV take root and spread.

			The planet is maddening to the Mechanicus, who wish nothing more than to strip mine it at once and greedily plunder its ancient reserves for holy technology. Mars has nearly come to blows with the Inquisition multiple times over Xae-Jol IV, and the War Scribes are beginning to suspect that perhaps Xae-Jol IV has somehow breached the containment protocols. Though the Scribes will not touch Xae-Jol IV with a hundred-foot adamantium rod, they have made preparations to perform Exterminatus on Xae-Jol IV at a moment's notice should they deem it necessary, and to the Warp with the political consequences.

			And quietly, a fourth theory has been proposed. Very softly, very tentatively. Few will dare even speak of it, though many have thought it in the back of their minds. There are those who believe that Xae-Jol IV is exactly as it seems. Wonderful in every way. A true Garden of Eden, a paradise hidden by the universe itself in this distant corner of the galaxy.

			It is merely the darkness dwelling within the hearts of all beings which poisons Xae-Jol IV, as such goodness cannot exist amongst filth that craves it all for themselves. No containment can be successful, for we bring the contagion with us.

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Culture of the Atalantos Worlds

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	===Culture of the Atalantos Worlds===		===Culture of the Atalantos Worlds===

	Once, Atalantos was a name to inspire wonder and joy among the Imperium, a shining beacon of what was possible for humanity and what might someday become standard for the entire Imperium. Such was Arelex's dream. In the modern era however, Atalantos is a shadowed realm~~, mighty yet battered,~~ whose struggles closely mirror the greater Imperium.		Once, Atalantos was a name to inspire wonder and joy among the Imperium, a shining beacon of what was possible for humanity and what might someday become standard for the entire Imperium. Such was Arelex's dream. In the modern era however, Atalantos is a shadowed realm whose struggles closely mirror the greater Imperium. Attrition has taken its toll here despite the population's best efforts, and the Imperium's enemies draw ever closer.

	The glories of Atalantos still exist, but without the Primarch's guidance they have become nearly unsustainable. The ancient forges churn as powerfully as ~~ever~~ they did, and the finished ~~good are as wondrous as ever they were~~, but more inefficient manufacturing techniques and the slow ~~attrition~~ of time ~~have demanded~~ ever larger supplies of raw materials to compensate. It is not uncommon for an archaeotech foundry to require two, three or even ten times the material and energy to create the same item as it did in the 30th millennium.		The glories of Atalantos still exist, but without the Primarch's guidance they have become nearly unsustainable. The ancient forges churn powerfully as they did 10,000 years ago and the finished goods remain marvels of technology, but more inefficient manufacturing techniques and the slow decay of time demand ever larger supplies of raw materials to compensate. It is not uncommon for an archaeotech foundry to require two, three or even ten times the material and energy to create the same item as it did in the 30th millennium.

	Most of the Atalantos Worlds are merely enormous mining colonies, fed by an inexhaustible stream of expendable, barely sentient manpower from the seven Remnant Worlds and their associated Hive Cities. These people were mindless savages when the War Scribes discovered them, but through brutal genetic and bionic modification they were raised to the level at which they could use tools. Though useless for warfare, they are almost immune to radiation damage, the heritage of their survival near the Core, and they make ideal slave labor within the endlessly hungry mines. Though life in the mines is brutal, ~~the War Scribes~~ at least ~~make~~ it no harder than necessary. ~~They~~ care nothing for the workers, but they do not impose punishments without cause, for that would reduce efficiency.		Most of the Atalantos Worlds are merely enormous mining colonies, fed by an inexhaustible stream of expendable, barely sentient manpower from the seven Remnant Worlds and their associated Hive Cities. These people were mindless savages when the War Scribes discovered them, but through brutal genetic and bionic modification they were raised to the level at which they could use tools. Though useless for warfare, they are almost immune to radiation damage, the heritage of their survival near the Core, and they make ideal slave labor within the endlessly hungry mines. Though life in the mines is brutal, Atalantos at least makes it no harder than necessary. The Sector Administrators care nothing for the workers, but they do not impose punishments without cause for that would reduce efficiency.

	As a whole, the Atalantos Worlds are a meritocracy enforced by the Scribes. Service above and beyond the call of Imperial duty is generally rewarded (so far as time and resources allow) and those skills are adapted for use elsewhere. Particularly exceptional citizens are often called to train the masses in mighty public forums. Few Imperial regions bother to educate even a small fraction of the teeming masses, but in this corner of space it was Arelex's will that this be made so. To the Primarch, a societal class of educated serfs was deemed vital in order to give the people just enough hope for their future to minimize the desire for rebellion. Of course, it goes without saying that poor service is rewarded in typical Imperial style. If ~~you serve poorly~~, ~~you~~ are sent to the mines or executed outright so that ~~your~~ food rations can be given to more useful citizens.		As a whole, the Atalantos Worlds are a meritocracy enforced by the Scribes. Service above and beyond the call of Imperial duty is generally rewarded (so far as time and resources allow) and those skills are adapted for use elsewhere. Particularly exceptional citizens are often called to train the masses in mighty public forums. Few Imperial regions bother to educate even a small fraction of the teeming masses, but in this corner of space it was Arelex's will that this be made so. To the Primarch, a societal class of educated serfs was deemed vital in order to give the people just enough hope for their future to minimize the desire for rebellion. Of course, it goes without saying that poor service is rewarded in typical Imperial style. If a citizen fails to meet Atalantos standards, they are sent to the mines or executed outright so that their food rations can be given to more useful citizens.

	The people are tracked and watched at all times, constantly gaining and losing "credits" based on service. Earn enough, and one can advance up the social ladder. In theory, a truly gifted person could rise from the lowliest gutter scum to become a Planetary Governor. As the Scribes are quick to point out, this has actually happened more than once, something unheard of in the greater Imperium without resorting to open rebellion. There is a tradeoff for such methods, of course. Social unrest is reduced significantly by permitting limited social mobility, but in turn the Imperium gives up some of the iron-fisted control upon which it depends.		The people are tracked and watched at all times, constantly gaining and losing "credits" based on service. Earn enough, and one can advance up the social ladder. In theory, a truly gifted person could rise from the lowliest gutter scum to become a Planetary Governor. As the Scribes are quick to point out, this has actually happened more than once, something unheard of in the greater Imperium without resorting to open rebellion. There is a tradeoff for such methods, of course. Social unrest is reduced significantly by permitting limited social mobility, but in turn the Imperium gives up some of the iron-fisted control upon which it depends.

	The War Scribes have added a second layer of insurance atop their social engineering to protect stability, more important than any other. A sense of family. Much as their Legion considers itself one of the tightest-knit, where each Marine only feels truly at home amongst those who share his blood heritage, so too do the Atalantos Worlds consider themselves part of a singular unit somewhat separate from the greater Imperium. The principle ~~factor creating~~ this mindset was colonization. More than eighty percent of the Atalantos Worlds were uninhabited before Arelex put Imperial boots on their soil. As such, there were few pre-existing cultures and social units to subjugate and eradicate, no genocides or re-education purges to undertake. Virtually every Atlalantan is descended from colonists or explorers who rallied together against the unforgiving environment they found themselves plunged into, whether they wished it or not.		The War Scribes have added a second layer of insurance atop their social engineering to protect stability, more important than any other. A sense of family. Much as their Legion considers itself one of the tightest-knit, where each Marine only feels truly at home amongst those who share his blood heritage, so too do the Atalantos Worlds consider themselves part of a singular unit somewhat separate from the greater Imperium. The principle element forging this mindset was colonization. More than eighty percent of the Atalantos Worlds were uninhabited before Arelex put Imperial boots on their soil. As such, there were few pre-existing cultures and social units to subjugate and eradicate, no genocides or re-education purges to undertake. Virtually every Atlalantan is descended from colonists or explorers who rallied together against the unforgiving environment they found themselves plunged into, whether they wished it or not.

	Imperial Regiments from the Atalantos Worlds are commonly blended with one another after taking heavy losses or if the parent worlds are too few in population to muster an entire regiment on their own. Few worlds boast of "their" ~~regiment~~ for very long. Interplanetary travel is also highly encouraged and subsidized by the Narhadul Shipyard which produces almost half of the Atalantos Worlds' civilian commercial vessels on its own. By keeping the populace mobile, the Atalantos Worlds can drain manpower from overfilled Hive Cities and move them to frontier planets or mining colonies, bleeding away that critical tipping point of humanity which so often leads to terrible food riots. And of course the dockmasters of Narhadul make an absolute fortune selling their ships. For their part, the War Scribes police the spacelanes with relentless fury to fend off pirates and xenos, permitting trade and transport to proceed unhindered. Perhaps the best description of the Atalantos Worlds is therefore a "stable ecosystem" of worlds, one body of people with mostly common heritages sloshing back and forth across the spacelanes.		Imperial Regiments from the Atalantos Worlds are commonly blended with one another after taking heavy losses or if the parent worlds are too few in population to muster an entire regiment on their own. Few worlds boast of "their" regiments for very long. Interplanetary travel is also highly encouraged and subsidized by the Narhadul Shipyard which produces almost half of the Atalantos Worlds' civilian commercial vessels on its own. By keeping the populace mobile, the Atalantos Worlds can drain manpower from overfilled Hive Cities and move them to frontier planets or mining colonies, bleeding away that critical tipping point of humanity which so often leads to terrible food riots. And of course the dockmasters of Narhadul make an absolute fortune selling their ships. For their part, the War Scribes police the spacelanes with relentless fury to fend off pirates and xenos, permitting trade and transport to proceed unhindered. Perhaps the best description of the Atalantos Worlds is therefore a "stable ecosystem" of worlds, one body of people with mostly common heritages sloshing back and forth across the spacelanes.

	Isolation breeds divergence, and the Scribes are quick to crush divergence wherever it begins to rear its ugly head. They are no less intolerant than other Chapters, but perhaps they are more devious. The Atalantos Worlds are clamped firmly in ceramite gauntlets, yet the people believe themselves above the common dregs of the Imperium for they think themselves free. Such was the wisdom of Arelex. But the War Scribes may have uncharacteristically failed to look at the broader picture. Like a blind spot in their ceaseless vigilance, they do not seem to realize that the entire Atalantos region itself grows more isolated by the passage of years. Imperial vessels travel to the Core less and less. Trade dwindles and allied Battlefleets communicate ever more infrequently. The High Lords' gaze moves to the Galactic North, fixating on the Eye of Terror and the incoming Tyranid onslaught. Little thought is spared for the relatively quiet Atalantos Worlds.		Isolation breeds divergence, and the Scribes are quick to crush divergence wherever it begins to rear its ugly head. They are no less intolerant than other Chapters, but perhaps they are more devious. The Atalantos Worlds are clamped firmly in ceramite gauntlets, yet the people believe themselves above the common dregs of the Imperium for they think themselves free. Such was the wisdom of Arelex, who knew that nothing pacifies the masses faster than giving them someone else to look down upon. But the War Scribes may have uncharacteristically failed to look at the broader picture. Like a blind spot in their ceaseless vigilance, they do not seem to realize that the entire Atalantos region itself grows more isolated by the passage of years. Imperial vessels travel to the Core less and less. Trade dwindles and allied Battlefleets communicate ever more infrequently. The High Lords' gaze moves to the Galactic North and East, fixating on the Eye of Terror and the incoming Tyranid onslaught. Little thought is spared for the relatively quiet Atalantos Worlds.

	Indeed, Arelex and his Legion's unparalleled success in bringing stability to a chaotic Galaxy may someday destroy them, should a threat beyond their power to control suddenly emerge...		Indeed, Arelex and his Legion's unparalleled success in bringing stability to a chaotic Galaxy may someday destroy them, should a threat beyond their power to control suddenly emerge...

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	Peregard X is the largest moon, and once it was beautiful and verdant. Only slightly smaller than Terra, this moon caught a decent share of its parent planet's leaking water. For a time there was a lush biosphere perched safely above Peregard IX's endless tumult. Sometime during the Dark Age, a Knight House established itself here, pledging to defend the realm against all comers. Sadly, they could not stave off geology's steady assault, and Peregard X dried out along with its progenitor. Conditions are not so bad as on the salt flats, but greenery is a thing of the past, possible only in deep caves carved out by Knight weapons millennia ago. Here there is still moisture, and life. Unfortunately that also makes them a prime target for hungry raiders, and House Peregard's swords are rarely sheathed. They have put out a call to the other Atalantos Worlds, offering anything they have if only someone with voidgoing vessels will take up station duties here and keep the marauders from making landfall.		Peregard X is the largest moon, and once it was beautiful and verdant. Only slightly smaller than Terra, this moon caught a decent share of its parent planet's leaking water. For a time there was a lush biosphere perched safely above Peregard IX's endless tumult. Sometime during the Dark Age, a Knight House established itself here, pledging to defend the realm against all comers. Sadly, they could not stave off geology's steady assault, and Peregard X dried out along with its progenitor. Conditions are not so bad as on the salt flats, but greenery is a thing of the past, possible only in deep caves carved out by Knight weapons millennia ago. Here there is still moisture, and life. Unfortunately that also makes them a prime target for hungry raiders, and House Peregard's swords are rarely sheathed. They have put out a call to the other Atalantos Worlds, offering anything they have if only someone with voidgoing vessels will take up station duties here and keep the marauders from making landfall.

	The War Scribes and their Successors have ignored these summons, for their other enemies are greater and more pressing, but they have given aid to Rogue Trader House Windam, led by the adventurous Edric Windam. He is young and rather reckless, eager to prove his strength and not given to considering the risks. With five vessels under his command and a single squad of War Scribes on temporary support detail, he believes nothing is beyond his grasp, and aims to prove it by freeing the Peregard system himself.		The War Scribes and their Successors have ignored these summons, for their other enemies are greater and more pressing, but they have given aid to Rogue Trader House Windam, led by the adventurous Edric Windam. He is young and rather reckless, eager to prove his strength and not given to considering the risks. Fortunately his late father was a shrewd businessman and former Imperial Navy officer who managed to leave Edric a plentiful inheritance by Trader standards. With five vessels under his command and a single squad of War Scribes on temporary support detail, Edric believes nothing is beyond his grasp, and aims to prove it by freeing the Peregard system himself.

	Time will tell.		Time will tell.

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	Even from distant orbit, travelers can readily discern that Peregard IX is an unusual world. Its surface is suffused with colors of every possible hue, mixing and mingling in wild patterns which trace the outline of long-dormant fault lines and mountain ranges, high above which orbit several modest moons. Once upon a time, Peregard IX was a gas giant, mighty and full. It must surely have dominated the early years of the Peregard system. As many gas giants do, it fell inwards towards its primary and roasted for billions of years under the glare of an uncaring sun, not much farther from the parent star than Mercury is from Sol. As solar energy purged its atmosphere of hydrogen and helium, the pressure steadily dropped, bringing vast quantities of mineral-infused water from the deep mantle to the surface. Titanic storms must have raged across all of Peregard IX for eons untold, endlessly churning and roiling with latent thermal energy.		Even from distant orbit, travelers can readily discern that Peregard IX is an unusual world. Its surface is suffused with colors of every possible hue, mixing and mingling in wild patterns which trace the outline of long-dormant fault lines and mountain ranges, high above which orbit several modest moons. Once upon a time, Peregard IX was a gas giant, mighty and full. It must surely have dominated the early years of the Peregard system. As many gas giants do, it fell inwards towards its primary and roasted for billions of years under the glare of an uncaring sun, not much farther from the parent star than Mercury is from Sol. As solar energy purged its atmosphere of hydrogen and helium, the pressure steadily dropped, bringing vast quantities of mineral-infused water from the deep mantle to the surface. Titanic storms must have raged across all of Peregard IX for eons untold, endlessly churning and roiling with latent thermal energy.

	Still, Peregard IX's sun shone on unperturbed. More water than ever existed on Terra boiled away into space, and Peregard IX began to dry out. Immense quantities of salt had been dissolved into that hot brine, and century by century it came free once more, leaving vast drifts of every sort of compound imaginable as fields of beautiful crystal structures. Deep within the crushing weight of salt are massive gemstones, and stunning geodes which could hide a Battle Barge. Some of Peregard IX's former ocean trenches are filled with layers ten miles deep and a hundred miles wide. Many former shallow basins are nothing more than salt flats which could fit all of Luna comfortably inside their circumference.		Still, Peregard IX's sun shone on unperturbed. More water than ever existed on Terra boiled away into space, and Peregard IX began to dry out. Immense quantities of salt had been dissolved into that hot brine, and century by century it came free once more, leaving vast drifts of every sort of compound imaginable as fields of beautiful crystal structures. Deep within the crushing weight of salt are massive gemstones, and stunning geodes which could hide a Battle Barge. On the surface are ranges of crystals larger than Terra's tallest mountains. Some of Peregard IX's former ocean trenches are filled with layers ten miles deep and a hundred miles wide. Many former shallow basins are nothing more than salt flats which could fit all of Luna comfortably inside their circumference.

	Eventually the atmosphere stabilized, Peregard IX's gravity too strong to permit complete escape. It is mostly oxygen and nitrogen, thanks to so much water being split into hydrogen and oxygen by ultraviolet light. Normally a planet's iron reserves will absorb most free oxygen without biological and hydrological cycles to liberate it. In Peregard IX's case, there was simply far too much oxygen available to be absorbed. With no living matter on the surface, even very high oxygen levels compared to Terran standard do not cause fires, there is no combustible material. For brief periods, men can breathe Peregard IX's air. But only very brief periods. The temperature is very near the boiling point of water, and there are many heavy gases like argon, radon, and bromine which cause respiratory damage.		Eventually the atmosphere stabilized, Peregard IX's gravity too strong to permit complete escape. It is mostly oxygen and nitrogen, thanks to so much water being split into hydrogen and oxygen by ultraviolet light. Normally a planet's iron reserves will absorb most free oxygen without biological and hydrological cycles to liberate it. In Peregard IX's case, there was simply far too much oxygen available to be absorbed. With no living matter on the surface, even very high oxygen levels compared to Terran standard do not cause fires, there is no combustible material. For brief periods, men can breathe Peregard IX's air. But only very brief periods. The temperature is very near the boiling point of water, and there are many heavy gases like argon, radon, and bromine which cause respiratory damage.

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	Even from distant orbit, travelers can readily discern that Peregard IX is an unusual world. Its surface is suffused with colors of every possible hue, mixing and mingling in wild patterns which trace the outline of long-dormant fault lines and mountain ranges, high above which orbit several modest moons. Once upon a time, Peregard IX was a gas giant, mighty and full. It must surely have dominated the early years of the Peregard system. As many gas giants do, it fell inwards towards its primary and roasted for billions of years under the glare of an uncaring sun, not much farther from the parent star than Mercury is from Sol. As solar energy purged its atmosphere of hydrogen and helium, the pressure steadily dropped, bringing vast quantities of mineral-infused water from the deep mantle to the surface. Titanic storms must have raged across all of Peregard IX for eons untold, endlessly churning and roiling with latent thermal energy.		Even from distant orbit, travelers can readily discern that Peregard IX is an unusual world. Its surface is suffused with colors of every possible hue, mixing and mingling in wild patterns which trace the outline of long-dormant fault lines and mountain ranges, high above which orbit several modest moons. Once upon a time, Peregard IX was a gas giant, mighty and full. It must surely have dominated the early years of the Peregard system. As many gas giants do, it fell inwards towards its primary and roasted for billions of years under the glare of an uncaring sun, not much farther from the parent star than Mercury is from Sol. As solar energy purged its atmosphere of hydrogen and helium, the pressure steadily dropped, bringing vast quantities of mineral-infused water from the deep mantle to the surface. Titanic storms must have raged across all of Peregard IX for eons untold, endlessly churning and roiling with latent thermal energy.

	Still, Peregard IX's sun shone on unperturbed. More water than ever existed on Terra boiled away into space, and Peregard IX began to dry out. Immense quantities of salt had been dissolved into that hot brine, and century by century it came free once more, leaving vast drifts of every sort of compound imaginable as fields of beautiful crystal structures. Some of Peregard IX's former ocean trenches are filled with layers ten miles deep and a hundred miles wide. Many former shallow basins are nothing more than salt flats which could fit all of Luna comfortably inside their circumference.		Still, Peregard IX's sun shone on unperturbed. More water than ever existed on Terra boiled away into space, and Peregard IX began to dry out. Immense quantities of salt had been dissolved into that hot brine, and century by century it came free once more, leaving vast drifts of every sort of compound imaginable as fields of beautiful crystal structures. Deep within the crushing weight of salt are massive gemstones, and stunning geodes which could hide a Battle Barge. Some of Peregard IX's former ocean trenches are filled with layers ten miles deep and a hundred miles wide. Many former shallow basins are nothing more than salt flats which could fit all of Luna comfortably inside their circumference.

	Eventually the atmosphere stabilized, Peregard IX's gravity too strong to permit complete escape. It is mostly oxygen and nitrogen, thanks to so much water being split into hydrogen and oxygen by ultraviolet light. Normally a planet's iron reserves will absorb most free oxygen without biological and hydrological cycles to liberate it. In Peregard IX's case, there was simply far too much oxygen available to be absorbed. With no living matter on the surface, even very high oxygen levels compared to Terran standard do not cause fires, there is no combustible material. For brief periods, men can breathe Peregard IX's air. But only very brief periods. The temperature is very near the boiling point of water, and there are many heavy gases like argon, radon, and bromine which cause respiratory damage.		Eventually the atmosphere stabilized, Peregard IX's gravity too strong to permit complete escape. It is mostly oxygen and nitrogen, thanks to so much water being split into hydrogen and oxygen by ultraviolet light. Normally a planet's iron reserves will absorb most free oxygen without biological and hydrological cycles to liberate it. In Peregard IX's case, there was simply far too much oxygen available to be absorbed. With no living matter on the surface, even very high oxygen levels compared to Terran standard do not cause fires, there is no combustible material. For brief periods, men can breathe Peregard IX's air. But only very brief periods. The temperature is very near the boiling point of water, and there are many heavy gases like argon, radon, and bromine which cause respiratory damage.