THE SIREN CALL
Echoing faintly from the void, emanating from an uncharted interstellar region beyond the borders of the Segmentum Solar, a distress beacon is picked up by various forces. Its source the long-forgotten realm of Xythera, a system once terraformed and populated by frontier expeditions pre-dating the Dark Age of Technology. Like the song of a siren awoken by the cataclysmic battle of galactic civil war, the signal beckoned to the leaders of numerous fragmentary warbands, regardless of their loyalty to the Emperor, the Warmaster or any other, promising knowledge and power with which to thwart their enemies.
In heed of this call, strike forces of many provenances converged upon Xythera, intent on claiming its plunder for themselves. Even those Legions now united in their cause by their Primarch’s allegiance, such as the Emperor’s Children and the Iron Warriors, were set against each other in a jealous struggle to claim the prize that lay within the vaults. Iron Hands clashed with the forces of the Salamanders as an envious fury seemed to erase all bonds of kinship between those that heard the siren call. Few records detail what transpired during these actions except the abrupt final transmissions of their commanders, save for data-log entries that tell of planetfall strikes to feed troops into the depths of the planet’s vast catacombs, the conclusions of which remain unwritten.
Largely, these actions are unrecorded in wider Legion logs, their perpetrators seemingly undertaking their actions without sanction or approval from their chain of command and so the truth of Xythera is known only to those
Echoing faintly from the void, emanating from an uncharted interstellar region beyond the borders of the Segmentum Solar, a distress beacon is picked up by various forces. Its source the long-forgotten realm of Xythera, a system once terraformed and populated by frontier expeditions pre-dating the Dark Age of Technology. Like the song of a siren awoken by the cataclysmic battle of galactic civil war, the signal beckoned to the leaders of numerous fragmentary warbands, regardless of their loyalty to the Emperor, the Warmaster or any other, promising knowledge and power with which to thwart their enemies.
In heed of this call, strike forces of many provenances converged upon Xythera, intent on claiming its plunder for themselves. Even those Legions now united in their cause by their Primarch’s allegiance, such as the Emperor’s Children and the Iron Warriors, were set against each other in a jealous struggle to claim the prize that lay within the vaults. Iron Hands clashed with the forces of the Salamanders as an envious fury seemed to erase all bonds of kinship between those that heard the siren call. Few records detail what transpired during these actions except the abrupt final transmissions of their commanders, save for data-log entries that tell of planetfall strikes to feed troops into the depths of the planet’s vast catacombs, the conclusions of which remain unwritten.
Largely, these actions are unrecorded in wider Legion logs, their perpetrators seemingly undertaking their actions without sanction or approval from their chain of command and so the truth of Xythera is known only to those