Aventine was once a major industrial and hive world, billions lived in its cramped concrete cities, man made warrens driving through the harsh chemical fog of its polluted atmosphere.
In M37 the planet fell from the light of the Imperium, warp storms and the Imperiums civil wars isolated the planet, without being able to import the raw materials and food for its people civil unrest and then finally outright chaos broke out on the planets surface. The hives crumbled, a human population in the billions fell below a million. The lights dimmed and died in every hive leaving nothing but desert and ruins while the wastes filled with the bones of its population.
In the thousand years before the Imperium retook the planet its empty cities became nests of mutants and heretical cannibal tribes. Only isolated pockets of Imperial citizens managed to survive in the frigid and polluted atmosphere of the once proud planet.
When the Imperium retook it late in M38 the few thousand survivors were rehomed in what was once the capital of the planet, Vendissium, now renamed Anchorage. They scratched a living out of the ruins of its other cities and tilled the wrecked soil.
Years of hard living have made the Aventine resilient while the far patrols they send out to roam the surface and cleanse the mutants make them experts of urban combat. Each man is equipped with survival gear and expected to make his own way back to the mother hive.
13 Regiments have been sent as tithe to the Guard in the last millenia, each has proved its worth on a thousand battlefields and slain the enemies of the God-Emperor.
None have returned.
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In M37 the planet fell from the light of the Imperium, warp storms and the Imperiums civil wars isolated the planet, without being able to import the raw materials and food for its people civil unrest and then finally outright chaos broke out on the planets surface. The hives crumbled, a human population in the billions fell below a million. The lights dimmed and died in every hive leaving nothing but desert and ruins while the wastes filled with the bones of its population.
In the thousand years before the Imperium retook the planet its empty cities became nests of mutants and heretical cannibal tribes. Only isolated pockets of Imperial citizens managed to survive in the frigid and polluted atmosphere of the once proud planet.
When the Imperium retook it late in M38 the few thousand survivors were rehomed in what was once the capital of the planet, Vendissium, now renamed Anchorage. They scratched a living out of the ruins of its other cities and tilled the wrecked soil.
Years of hard living have made the Aventine resilient while the far patrols they send out to roam the surface and cleanse the mutants make them experts of urban combat. Each man is equipped with survival gear and expected to make his own way back to the mother hive.
13 Regiments have been sent as tithe to the Guard in the last millenia, each has proved its worth on a thousand battlefields and slain the enemies of the God-Emperor.
None have returned.
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Maximillian Petronius stared down from high orbit. Varisila... this world was called Varisila. An ugly word from this high, as ugly as its inhabitants if the briefing was anything to go by. Mission assignment was 90 standard days ago and the voyage on the cruiser We Have Reserves hadnt been a pleasant one as more news from the planet reached them. But now this?
He held the commslip from the governor in his hand, as far as he could as if its very presence was offensive. How could treachery extend so high?
As appointed liason to the Planetary Governor it was Max's job to keep the governor happy, sadly it was also his role to inform the regimental commander of the state of affairs. Neither role filled him with joy right now...
(provided by Yargalt)
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