Ghoststar II
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Ultima Segmentum |
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[[Pacificus Delta Sub-Sector]][[Category:Pacificus Delta Sub-Sector]] |
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[[Ghoststar Arc]][[Category:Ghoststar Arc]] |
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Death World |
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Minor |
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Contents
Geography
Physics
Type Standard iron/silicate
Density 6.20 g/cm3
Composition 31.1% iron, 28.0% magnesium, 18.6% oxygen, 14.7% silicon, 7.6% other metals, trace other elements
Gravimetry
Gravity 10.12 m/s2
Escape Velocity 10.89 km/s
Rotation Period 44.55 hours
Axis Tilt 27.59 °
Atmosphere
Type Dense toxic
Pressure 161.88 kPa
Composition 73.5% carbon dioxide, 26.5% sulfur dioxide, 0.0% nitrogen, trace other gases
Population
Orks - 4000-6000 (unconfirmed)
Eldar - unknown (alleged occupation only)
Astartes Chapter - Viridian Consuls [excommunicate traitoris; ref. The Broken; Traitor Warband] - Sealed Ordo Malleus Edict XXXIVI
Titan Legion - Legio Vulcanum - Sealed Ordo Malleus Edict XXXIVI
History
The ruins that lie, partially submerged in the fetid swamps that cover the planet’s landmass, mark this deathworld as a former Eldar ‘maiden world’. Eldar ruins dot the several large continents on the planet and rest beneath her poisonous seas. Contact with the Eldar corsair band known as the Star Spectres, who are known to maintain bases somewhere in the asteroid fields that drift outward from Ghoststar IIs moon, by Rogue Trader Violet Storm and noted Thorian Inquisitor Aurellian of the Ordo Xenos has revealed that the maiden world was destroyed by ‘the Great Enemy’ of the Eldar and that, according to the corsairs, the enemy’s presence remains. Unconfirmed reports of manufactorums bearing the markings of the lost Viridian Consuls Astartes chapter and the Legio Vulcanum have leant credence to these claims. What is certain is a sizeable population of orks has begun colonising the northernmost continent after a Kill Krusier was crippled and crashed onto the planet several decades ago. The whole of the continent has begun a process of fungal terraforming common to the orkoid species. Running battles between the orks and the Star Spectre Corsairs have been observed, at times involving identified elements of [Records sealed by Inquisitorial edict].
Last Known Activity
The burning wreck cut a blazing swathe through the dank, humid atmosphere trailing burning debris and thick black smoke as it did so. The perpetual twilight of Ghoststar II was briefly eclipsed by brilliance of the burning vessel as the stricken craft desperately attempted to level its rapid descent. Two smaller craft flanked the larger damaged vessel and appeared to be attempting to protect the remains of the storm-eagle as it hurtled towards the extensive fungus forests below.
Entering the atmosphere along the same trajectory as the wreckage, the fluid lines of an eldar vampire sliced through the trailing smoke. The dim atmosphere was illuminated still further as two lances of brilliant energy darted forth from the eldar craft to slam into the rear of the already critically damaged storm-eagle below. Another explosion rocked the stricken vessel (consuming one of the nearby escort craft in the process) and the gunship spun violently out of control. Spiralling into the earth below, the ferocity of the impact scattered giant, fleshy slivers of fungus across the sodden ground and sent up a massive plume of foul-smelling steam as the swampy earth consumed the flames of the craft’s re-entry.
The eldar vessel circled the crash site once before climbing gracefully into the atmosphere, seemingly content with the demise of her target.
An all-consuming silence had descended upon the scene of devastation. A column of smoke drifted lazily from the ruined craft to mingle with the pervasive mist that blanketed the putrid quagmire. A blade-like vessel, one of the two escort craft that had accompanied the ruined storm-eagle’s descent, had come to rest a few metres from the wreckage. Without current orders, the daemon-infused servitor hardwired into the cockpit of the hell talon had simply returned to the storm-eagle to await instruction. A fist-sized insect, something akin to a dragonfly of ancient terra with a head comprised of grasping, rubbery tendrils, alighted on the side of the storm-eagle and began examining the surface of the ship with it’s tenticular appendages.
The silence was shattered by the sound of a massive collision of metal on metal from within the craft. The outer door trembled violently and tentacle-dragonfly took flight. A few moments later another crash shook the storm-eagle. Then another. A final crash of steel and the door burst violently from the hull of the ship to land several feet away in the muck of the swamp, a crumpled ruin. A massive frame strode from the ruined vessel and sloshed into the surrounding swamp. The venerable terminator armour that bedecked the figured seemed to ripple and flow as the mutilator emerged and the hammer-like arm of the creature, that had once been a space marine, morphed fluidly into a blade-like weapon. A second mutilator followed the first out of the hold and the two took up flanking positions around the destroyed doorway, scanning the rancid swamp for possible threats.
Content that there was no danger, the first mutilator turned and uttered something unintelligible into the darkness of the storm-eagle’s hull. A plethora of robed cultists emerged into the pervasive dank, arrayed themselves before the ruined doorway and prostrated themselves apparently heedless of the slime, stagnant water and fungus that covered the earth upon which they lay.
The massive daemonic form of Lissandraxx the Most Beauteous made it’s way from the wreckage flanked by two large daemonic hounds. The creatures sniffed the putrid water warily and padded swiftly up to a nearby rise (the only piece of visible land not completely blanketed in multi-coloured fungus and slimy water. The ring of vibrant pink tentacles that surrounded Lissandraxx’s shoulders writhed warily as the daemon prince sloshed through the swamp. The two mutilators flanked their daemonic master defensively and the three large figures climbed the rise to stand beside Lissandrax’s hunting beasts. Neither the mutilators nor their master appeared to take any notice of the cultists that fawned adoringly about them.
The two daemonic hounds were gazing intently down the slope towards what appeared to be settlement of some kind. The scorpion-like tail of one of beasts swayed excitedly and a droplet of venom fell from its barbed stinger to hiss audibly where it touched the spongy earth.
Several massive creatures grazed sluggishly upon the mushroom fields that surrounded the settlement as small green figures swarmed about them, taking it in turns to dart towards the huge jaws of the creatures and snatch broken fungus from between their enormous maws in some sort of game. A plethora of ramshackle trucks, tracks and equipment lay about the settlement and larger green figures worked intently hammering and smashing pieces of scrap metal into the semblance of yet more vehicles and dwellings. A particularly large and brutish-looking greenskin, with a massive mechanical claw where its left arm should be, was bellowing orders at the smaller ones.
The two hounds at Lissandraxx’ feet whined in excitement as the cultists joined their masters on the small hillock. Lissandraxx smiled conspiratorially. “Orks master!” one of the cultists cried, “The eldar must have destroyed their vessel also. We will slay them in your glorious na……” The cultist never finished the sycophantic statement. A blow from Lissandraxx’ massive fist threw the man like a broken doll across the swamp with a sickening crunch. He lay in the rank water, unmoving, his body contorted in a hideously unnatural position some distance from his ‘brother-cultists’ who once more prostrated themselves before their daemonic master in fearful adoration.
“Feast,” Lissandraxx whispered to the hounds at his feet and the two creatures bounded toward the fallen cultist. Ignoring the sound of tearing flesh as the daemon-creatures devoured the man, Lissandraxx leant closer to its mutilator guards and whispered sibilantly, “Green-skinned beasts. We will yoke their strength. The souls of the creatures that felled us and destroyed our brethren belong to our Lord Slaanesh. These animals can procure them for us”. The two massive forms of the mutilators nodded slowly and one of the creatures touched an activation rune upon what was once its breastplate with a clawed appendage. Behind the small warband the sleek form of the hell talon rose slowly into the air and sped off towards the ork encampment.
Far below, Big Warboss Squigbreff was busy beating his boyz into order when a grot runner came sprinting across the compound frantically waving his arms.
“Boss, Boss!,” the diminutive greenskin squeaked, “Boss Hunta says there’s demon fings up near the top of da camp! They’ve got a ship an everything!”
“Why didn’t he smash ‘em then?!” Squigbreff snapped. The grot cowered pathetically.
“Well, um, the big demon fing wants to talk to yous. It says it knows where theres lots of pointy-ears ta smash and if we’s help ‘em wiv da smashin’, we’s can have all da loot and stuff!” the grot piped excitedly.
“Are dey, dem pointies wot smashed my ship?!” Squigbreff growled.
“I fink so” the grot wimpered.
“Right! Get da ladz togevva! Mount up da Squiggoths! Where’s me shootiest Kombi? MOVE!!!!!!!!”
Up upon the ridge above the encampment Lissandraxx the Most Beauteous stood beside a large ork nob and a mob of ork kommandos. The remains of the daemon prince’s warband milled about, nervously eyeing off the massive frames of the ork warriors. Lissandraxx watched as the greenskin encampment suddenly burst into frenzied life. Orks and gretchin rushed about gathering up weapons and equipment. Two of the largest squig-beasts were rounded up and hastily erected howdahs were lashed to protesting creatures’ backs as orks wearing makeshift surgical masks and festooned with all sorts of knifes and blades began beating and injecting the creatures with massive syringes. “You see?” the nob beside Lissandraxx said emphatically. “I’s told yous Big Boss Squigbreff would come ta bash da pointies!”
Lissandraxx watched the preparations taking place in the settlement below and smiled.
Battles
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