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Celaeno 16 Tauri (Megan)

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My name is B9DD. I was brought into being thirty-one suns ago by my creator, Ione. We lived on the planet Antigonia orbiting the star Celaeno, a B-class IV star in the very late stages of the main sequence. Without notice, Celaeno progressed into the Supergiant phase swallowing up our sister planet, Piraeus, and scorching my home planet. With food shortages and heated oceans, life on my planet died out within months. Escape was reserved for the young, so I stayed with Ione who did not qualify to leave due to her advanced age. We sent out a distress signal but help did not come in time for Ione. After she succumbed to the extreme temperatures and lack of water, I remained alone and waited for my imminent demise.

Until I was rescued...

Now I go by Celaeno 16 Tauri. They named me after the swelling star they found me orbiting. Recognizing my mechanical abilities, I was put to work on numerous ships throughout the system.

Through the many wars and skirmishes I’ve fought in, one in particular left me with scars. In one such skirmish off of Tau-23, I was captured and altered by the Borg, a cybernetic lifeform that is part organic, part AI. Their goal is the consumption of technology, and when they found me, they couldn’t resist. The laser in my eye, as well as their constant whispers in my circuitry are a reminder of their presence. I escaped their grasp after we visited a planet they planned to assimilate. Their biggest mistake was letting me leave. After rallying the citizens, we mounted a bloody, albeit successful attack on their ship.

Although I am a robot, I have a ‘soft’ spot, dare I say some empathy, for some of the living I consider worthy. This is a result of the programming from Ione. I first met my closest friend, Kensi Luna-Rosa, in combat. She gets me, my dry robotic humor and lack of social skills, and is the only one who can understand and translate my original robotic language.

  

  
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Kensi Luna-Rosa (Kristen)

Kensi Luna-Rosa is 27 Kelron cycles old. Her parents and grandparents were some of the original explorers of the Kelron sector. Spending most of her life on starships, she tends to get anxious and irritable when she is not “off world”. Trained in a variety of star freighters, for years she smuggled ore, precious metals, and pretty much anything if the price was right. Profits were extremely lucrative until the Galactic Consortium and the Void Knight Talamacus moved in and pushed all the good hardworking people out of the game.

She then began to smuggle “lost” Consortium goods that were being shipped in and around the Kelron sector. Served 5 years’ hard labor for being convicted of conspiracy to smuggle a cache of proton missiles off of the Consortium space station Ryla. She lost her left arm to the Void Knight Kre in close quarter combat but was saved by her droid friend Celaeno.

Kensi's philosophy... hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster on your hip. I've been all around this galaxy and I've seen a lot of strange stuff but I've never seen any kind of power called "the way". My destiny is my own!

  

  
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CT Banks (Corey)

I was raised under an unforunate situation. I will not go into the details, I just know that in the end there is only two sides "my side and the wrong side..."

Mickas Volner (Mike)

A state of suspended animation for a few hundered years in a stone tomb on a desert planet will make you forget your name, little alone your past.

  

  
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Graviel Locken (Paul)

**//BEGIN_RECORDING//**
“I was there. I was there the day Brother turned on Brother and the honor of Space Marines was cast aside and replaced with treachery. I create this record now in the vain hope that someone might recover it and know the truth. I will be brief, even now the battle rages above me, Legionnaires whom I once called brothers now threaten to penetrate this sanctum. First, In order to establish the validity of this account it is crucial you know who I am and my story. ”

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“I am Garviel Loken, 3rd Cap… previously, 3rd Captain of the Luna Wolves Space Marine Legion under the command of the Primarch Horus Lupercal. Before that, I hailed from the Hive World of Cthonia towards the galactic core, only a few light years from Terra itself. When I was born, Cthonia had long since reverted to a feudal world, the vast veins of metals and minerals that made the planet an attractive prospect for initial colonization had run dry. It took a hardy people to survive the barren wasteland that Cthonia had become. It was that nature of the Cthonian people that made the planet an ideal recruiting world for the legions. I was 8 years old when I and a dozen other children from my hamlet were given the honor of being selected for indoctrination into the XVIth legion, The Luna Wolves. The crucible in which prospects must endure to become a space marine is literal hell. Much more goes into the process than running drills and knowledge of combat doctrine. Space Marines are not trained, they are forged. Our bones broken and reshaped, our muscles torn and reknit. New organs are introduced to the body to add redundancy and enhancement of the originals. Only a fraction of candidates survive. Everyone knows of course, such sacrifices are necessary; The Galaxy belongs to humanity by right of Manifest Destiny but it is a cold and unforgiving gift to inherit, rife with pirates, alien warlords and worse manner of abominations and void phenomena. The legions stand as the mighty bulwark against the threats that lie beyond the void. Graduation day was the proudest day of my life.”

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“From that day, I joined my battle brothers on campaign after campaign across the stars on all manner of assignment. We tracked down the infamous pirate lord Ghazghul Mag-Free’Boota to his stronghold in the asteroid belt of the Cyclopian System and raised it and all his fleets to dust. We liberated the Vostroyan System from the predaceous Genestealer Cult, ‘The Heralds of the 4 Armed Emperor’ and put every last cultist to the sword. Ironically, our most famous campaign is one you may have never heard of. The Rangdan Xenocides. Many have heard those words but have no idea what they mean. Understand, after successful conclusion, all information regarding the Rangdan Xenocides was ordered sealed, all documents destroyed. The marines and auxilia forces who survived the conflict were sworn to secrecy. We are never to utter a word of what we witnessed on those blasted hellscapes…” **//RECORDING_INTERUPTED_DATA_LOST//** “...some alien threats are so vile, that history is served best if they are forgotten entirely.”

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“Now that you have enough information to verify my identity and hopefully now believe I am who I say I am, I can communicate the true purpose of this message. Something has infiltrated the Space Marine Legions. I do not know how far the corruption has spread. It is possible only the Luna Wolves have been affected. For years, now something has been eating away at the very soul of the legion. It started after our Primarch Horus Lupercal was wounded on the Moon of Davin…” **//COMMUNICATIONS_LOST//**

**//COMUNICATIONS_RESTORED//** “…broken through the curtain wall. I must leave soon; Stars be damned there is still so much to tell. I don’t know what those priests did on Davin. We were all too busy rejoicing that our Primarch had recovered. That’s when the changes began. New rules, new policies. Strange orders. Any space marine will tell you, a legion’s primarch is more than just a commanding officer, they are like a father to their sons. Something to do with the genetic manipulation initiates must go through. No one thought anything was amiss when He ordered the Luna Wolves legion to be rebranded, “The Sons of Horus.” In fact, we were immensely proud of our new title…” **//COMMUNICATIONS_LOST//**

**//COMMUNICATIONS_RESTORED//** “...then this most recent mission. Word had come in that the planetary government of Istvaan III had rebelled against the Terran Mandate. The Sons of Horus were to pacify the rebellion and restore order. A simple operation, but we were to be joined FULLY by three other legions AND their Primarchs? Fulgrim of the Emperor’s Children, Angron of the World Eaters, and Mortarion of the Death Guard. If such blatant overkill for an isolated rebellion on some insignificant frontier colony wasn’t unusual enough, then there were the troop assignments…” **//COMMUNICATION_LOST//**

**//COMUNICATIONS_RESTORED//** “...were to stay behind in orbital reserve while those of us who were hand picked by Horus himself were to lead the planetary assault force. It made no sense, entire regiments broken up and moved around to form new ones for one mission? In some cases, only a handful of marines were switched out of their original regiments. There was no logic to the reassignments. But we are space marines, and space marines do not question orders... The battle on Istvaan III ended like so many other engagements between Space Marines and regular, unmodified humans. It was over before it started. The streets of the planetary capitol were transformed into canals of charnel and gore. The marines of the World Eaters are not known for their mercy. That’s when all communications from orbit had been cut. Not lost, cut. And then the bombardment began…” **//COMMUNICATIONs_LOST//**

**//COMUNICATIONS_RESTORED//** “...know how much longer we can keep central power. Enemy forces have reached the citadel. We now know why we were all selected for this mission, because we would never do what they have done! We would never go through with it and our Primarch knew! Horus knew! Who knows their sons better than their own Father! But Horus has underestimated his Loyal sons! We did not just lie down and die like good little sheep! The orbital bombardment failed and so now our own brothers have come down to lay siege to this tomb world where we make our last stand. If we survive, if anyone receives this message, you must inform Lord Adlar and the Terran Mandate. Horus Lupercal has betrayed us! We are at war!” **//END_OF_RECORDING//**