1st Calibanite Guard
It started and ended with the Siege of Terra, the battle that started the true age of the Imperium. As Horus and eight of the legions of chaotic traitors waged war at the gates of Terra, the Emperor and his fellow legions that remained at the last remaining foundation on Caliban prepared for the worst as they fought back for 55 solar days. But, it was at the end of the siege that became of us. We, who stayed and fought for our emperor, his custodes, and our astartes that we kneeled to, did what we could to assist in the altercations. After withdrawing into the Lion’s gates of Terra, the caliban loyalists stayed behind to defend the stronghold as the Emperor of the Golden Throne stepped forth to challenge Horus aboard the vengeful spirit. It was there, the commander of our regiment, Ollanius Pius went to assist, knowing that whatever comes, we would stand fast against those who dared to continue their assault at our gates. However, it was there on the Heretic Lord’s ship that our commander fell, alongside our guiding light, the emperor. Oh how cursed it was to discover this..
We continued to do what we could in the aftermath, soon feeling a psychic shockwave reap the landscape of Caliban. As it shook the core of the planet and those around Terra, the sheer destructiveness of Horus’s soul casted the demons of the warp back to whence they came, even spreading panic amongst the rank and file of the heretic legions still assaulting Terra. In the defense however, we, mere mortals to the service of the emperor himself, watched as the demons were returning to their realms that the storms crept closer to our regiments that guarded the gates. One by one, regiments fell back into the folds of the stronghold as we stood fast against the threat. We knew that if we fell now, Terra and all that the Emperor stood for would be lost, never to gain honor with the rest of the astartes and custodes that fought bravely and fell in the siege.
Then it came, the warp took us, along with demons of the hellish realms that the storm had come for. As we fought in the storm, death and mystical energy whirling around us, we saw what appeared to be the future, past, and present within the storm. The mysteries of it still haunt us to this day, having what we seen causing some to lose to cowardice and fall at their feet to the demons they fought. The continuation of the Imperium, of Luther; Arch-Betrayer fending off the 1st Legion from returning home, the forces of mankind standing fast against all sorts of xenos in the future. But..then we saw it, the destruction of our world, of Caliban. Our Caliban.
As we stepped out of the warp, we arrived at The Rock. It was a restructured and fortified star-fortress, outfitted with enough technologies that it would make the mechanicus pucker at the sight of it. The home of the Dark Angels. It was there that after all that had happened, we were allowed to rest and to pray. For the Imperium that we left behind and for the Imperium that we now serve. For as we do our duty now, all that we fought for had become ancient history, having been passed through the ages as almost mere myths and mystical stories of a renowned regiment that fought bravely as every other militarum fell back in despair.
We shall do what we must, in the name of the Golden Throne. In the name of the Holy Lion that fell to the Arch-Betrayer. And in the namesake of our world, turned weapon, against the heretic forces of chaos. The Last words of our sigils of service shall always be set in stone upon the rock ..the remnants of what remain will stay with us. Strong in our faith, our will, our principles, we shall remain. We are Caliban incarnate.
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