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=Section 01: Cadia, Abaddon and the Western Chaos Imperium=
=Section 01: Cadia, Abaddon and the Western Chaos Imperium=
In those dark, early years of the ten thousand years of pain, before hope had completely died, the forces of the Despoiler made their move. As the whole galaxy convulsed in pain and terror, and the Imperium was gutted by the new devourer
'
s rampages, Abaddon and his 20th Crusade finally, irrevocably, defeated the Imperial blockade around the Eye of Terror. At last, Cadia fell to his forces. Beasts, daemons, madmen and monstrous marines swarmed over every world in the systems surrounding the tear in reality. Though pockets of resistance held out for far longer than expected, each Imperial bastion, Inquisitorial fortress and Space Marine chapter were overcome in those centuries of woe.
The Imperium was finally overreaching itself, and Abaddon punished them for their laxity, carving out a domain spanning nearly an entire segmentum. Yet, of all the myriad worlds Abaddon conquered, none was more precious to him than the great Bastion itself: Cadia.
Cadia was a symbol of his ultimate triumph over the High Lords, and his defiance of their feeble attempts to contain him. Though initially the world burned in slaughter and barbarism, eventually, Abaddon forged the planet into something else entirely. He repaired the ravaged Kasrs, their formidable fortifications admired by Abaddon. He had learned to grimly respect Cadia, as it had thwarted him again and again for millennia before. He remade Cadia into a dark and twisted reflection of its former glory. The Despoiler wished to show to all that while chaos was a destroyer and unmaker of things, it could also represent glory.
Vast banners and triumphal arches were built by countless toiling, broken slaves. Statues to great horned daemon princes and chaos space marines lined boulevards and avenues. Aquila remained in view everywhere, but each was carefully defaced with the sign of the eight pointed star in place of the twin heads of the eagle.
Though most Cadians had been murdered n the first weeks of the invasion, some survived. Fallen Kasrkin and traitor guardsmen, numbering in their hundreds only, were kept alive by Abaddon. He promised them such wondrous gifts and power, but demanded that they create him a force like the Cadians. Thus, the twisted inhabitants of New Cadia were forcibly made to learn the way of war, from the ancient remnants of the original Traitor Cadians. Within a century, Abaddon had crafted a new force within his empire. These new
'
dark Cadians
'
, named themselves simply
'
The Despoiled
'
. They were elite, brutal, and utterly loyal to the Despoiler, who they worshipped as the voice of the chaos gods themselves.
Inevitably, following the defeat of the Imperials, the chaotic alliance fractured, as each of the Legions and chaotic war bands fought amongst themselves, each Lord or daemon prince desiring dominance over the other equally arrogant and selfish rulers of their rival war bands. Abaddon was no different, and he joined in the fighting, seeking to consolidate his realm of chaotic madness, into a new Dark Imperium. Many of his rivals (Angron and Perturabo in particular) were disgusted that Abaddon wanted to bring order to the blessed chaos of their current situation. They forged an alliance, and declared war upon Abaddon
'
s Dark Imperium. This declaration was a miscalculation on the two Primarchs
'
part. This forced chaos warbands to choose sides.
The Word Bearers, for the most part, joined Abaddon almost immediately, as their visions of a Dark Imperium fitted with his to a certain extent. This brought a considerable number of marines under Abaddon
'
s control, and the Word Bearers also brought with them truly phenomenally huge hordes of slave-soldiers and cultists. The Black Legion of course sided with Abaddon, as they were to benefit most from his ascendancy to overall rule of the chaotic realm. The other Legions, utterly decentralised by thousands of years of distrust and civil war, were formed into war bands, attached to no one ruler in particular. They flitted between the Angron/Perturabo camp and Abaddon
'
s camp almost annually during the conflict, though the majority of war bands followed Abaddon at any given time. Also, where most of the human vassal forces controlled by the Angron/Perturabo alliance were simply rabbles of mutants and cultist scum militia, Abaddon had crafted a vast force of
'
The Despoiled
'
, who
'
s numbers swelled massively by more and more traitor guardsmen recruits, from either Cadia herself, or other traitorous guard units, desperate for some military discipline once more.
In naval terms, the Primarch forces seemed outmatched once more. Abaddon
'
s navy was one third larger than that of Perturabo and Angron
'
s, as he (being Mortal) was free to command and cease more of the fallen Imperial vessels beyond the eye, than those Primarchs, still reliant upon the Eye to sustain them. In addition, the Despoiler still counted the Planetkiller and the remaining Blackstone fortress under his control.
The war was a long and bloody one, like most of the wars chaos ever fights are. Abaddon
'
s forces initially reeled from the violent assault of the two Primarch
'
s furious forces. Attempting to mimick Horus
'
lightning swift assault upon Terra, Angron sent his forces directly for New Cadia, smashing aside blockades and ravaging worlds in his way. Abaddon though, was no fool. He had helped Horus formulate this very strategy, and predicted that Angron would be foolish enough to try it. His navy was seemingly absent, when Angron
'
s forces made planet fall upon New Cadia. However, they had been waiting. His vast fleet struck at the berserker Primarch
'
s supply vessels. Unaware of the sudden danger, they were decimated. Stranded upon New Cadia, Angron nevertheless reaped a massive toll upon the planet. Yet, weakened by the pylons, and the waves upon waves of human blanks Abaddon forced to charge at the berserker, he eventually succumbed, defeated by a group of the Black Legions highest ranked chosen, combined perfectly with a well timed orbital strike, which banished Angron from Cadia.
Angron
'
s seemingly foolish charge into Abaddon
'
s den, however, had been a mere distraction to give Perturabo time to complete his great work. With the aid of several Dark Mechanicus clans, and a sacrifice of a billion souls to the Soul Forge, the daemon Primarch had completed the Goliath Engine.
A vast construction of demonic iron, coiling semi-organic machinery, cursed runes, injected obliterator virus and other hateful devices and technologies were combined perfectly in the titanic vessel. Supplanting even the pLanet Killer in its scale, the demonic machine soon thundered from Perturabo
'
s forge docks, at the head of the largest fleet the dameon could gather around him. Such was the dark powers crafted within the vessel, it allowed Perturabo to command his battle fleet personally, even beyond the eye
'
s nourishing anarchy. Over the ravaged Nurgle daemon world of Thrashing Puxshar, where a billion souls rotted eternally, the two vast forces, one serving anarchy and disintegration, the other merely chaos clashed. Despite the size of Abaddon
'
s fleet, Perturabo was a Primarch, and his naval skill was formidable. One of the Blackstone fortresses succumbed to the Goliath Engine
'
s massive weapons, crashing into the stagnant daemon world beneath them.
A thousand battleships and cruisers clashed together in the sprawling melee in the void. Dameonic gunships duelled multi-tiered ex-Imperial vessels, and legion cruisers smashed into other, equally chaotic vessels. Space inside the swirling madness of eye was further filled with the myriad exchanges of devastating firepower flung between the disparate fleets. At the height of the battle, the planet Killer and the goliath Engine clshed. Broadsides, torpedoes, daemonic fire, putrid tendrils of utter warp-stuff: all were cast against the other, in a brutal and blistering engagement. Abaddon
'
s flagship even managed to fire it
'
s most deadly of guns upon the Goliath, but to no avail. In the eye, the ship was immortal, the living machinery of the ship dragging itself together after each exchange.
Seemingly bested, the planet killer fled before the might of the Goliath Engine. Perturabo, eager for final crushing victory, roared off in pursuit. He caught the extremely damaged Planet Killer, fleeing in the void between worlds, in the Illirax system. Confident of victory, the Primarch engaged the Planet killer, and the few escorts that had fled with Abaddon. However, when it seemed victory was finally certain, the tables turned once again. Exiting from the warp a month previously, the Terminus Est and attendant fleet of disgusting Nurglitch vessels had lingered in the Illirax system, on the request of Abaddon. Upon exiting the warp, the Goliath soon came under attack from its eastern quadrant, as an entire fleet descended upon it. Later known as the battle of bile and iron, Perturabo
'
s Goliath Engine was outmatched. Abaddon had skilfully drawn him away from the eye
'
s daemonic sustenance, and weakened the vessel. No longer was it immortal. However, it was still formidable, and Typhus lost many vessels in the resulting battle.
As the engine burned and collapsed around him, Perturabo raged, and determined to finish it once and for all. The death of Abaddon would end the war instantly. He ordered his surviving Iron Warriors to teleport with him, onto the planet Killer, and engage Abaddon in single combat.
However, unlike Horus, Abaddon was no fool. The Teleport failed miserably, as Abaddon
'
s shields remained firmly up. Perturabo was flung back into the Goliath engine, in time to witness the Planet Killer
'
s doomsday cannon fire once. The warp cannon smashed through the crippled machine, and detonated its daemonic heart. Screaming in impotent rage, Perturabo was banished back to the warp.
Soon after the battle, Typhus withdrew to the Eye, taking his fleet with him. When inquired as to why Typhus had aided Abaddon, he cryptically responded:
"flowers bloom, flowers rot. Rot is nothing without order to decay."
Deprived of both leaders, the Perturabo/Angron Alliance soon collapsed, and the more unified forces of the Chaos Imperium triumphed, driving their foes into the deepest depths of the Eye. Following this victory, Abaddon expanded his dark Imperium, into an empire of hundreds upon hundreds of worlds around New Cadia. Oddly, many worlds submitted to his rule instantly, even worlds who despised chaos, and still worshipped the Emperor. In such a time of horrendous anarchy, any order is craved by the civilised. Ironically, in the Segmentum Obscuris, the only thing resembling order was Abaddon
'
s Dark Imperium. Former Imperial Worlds hid their signs of worship to the Emperor, and openly welcomed the Despoiled regiments, who swiftly took over the main PDF centres. Often, there was little to no opposition to this. This was not a religious matter. This was intensely secular. Each Governor knew that to survive in the millennium of pain, was to be part of something bigger.
In those dark, early years of the ten thousand years of pain, before hope had completely died, the forces of the Despoiler made their move. As the whole galaxy convulsed in pain and terror, and the Imperium was gutted by the new devourer
'
s rampages, Abaddon and his 20th Crusade finally, irrevocably, defeated the Imperial blockade around the Eye of Terror. At last, Cadia fell to his forces. Beasts, daemons, madmen and monstrous marines swarmed over every world in the systems surrounding the tear in reality. Though pockets of resistance held out for far longer than expected, each Imperial bastion, Inquisitorial fortress and Space Marine chapter were overcome in those centuries of woe.
The Imperium was finally overreaching itself, and Abaddon punished them for their laxity, carving out a domain spanning nearly an entire segmentum. Yet, of all the myriad worlds Abaddon conquered, none was more precious to him than the great Bastion itself: Cadia.
Cadia was a symbol of his ultimate triumph over the High Lords, and his defiance of their feeble attempts to contain him. Though initially the world burned in slaughter and barbarism, eventually, Abaddon forged the planet into something else entirely. He repaired the ravaged Kasrs, their formidable fortifications admired by Abaddon. He had learned to grimly respect Cadia, as it had thwarted him again and again for millennia before. He remade Cadia into a dark and twisted reflection of its former glory. The Despoiler wished to show to all that while chaos was a destroyer and unmaker of things, it could also represent glory.
Vast banners and triumphal arches were built by countless toiling, broken slaves. Statues to great horned daemon princes and chaos space marines lined boulevards and avenues. Aquila remained in view everywhere, but each was carefully defaced with the sign of the eight pointed star in place of the twin heads of the eagle.
Though most Cadians had been murdered n the first weeks of the invasion, some survived. Fallen Kasrkin and traitor guardsmen, numbering in their hundreds only, were kept alive by Abaddon. He promised them such wondrous gifts and power, but demanded that they create him a force like the Cadians. Thus, the twisted inhabitants of New Cadia were forcibly made to learn the way of war, from the ancient remnants of the original Traitor Cadians. Within a century, Abaddon had crafted a new force within his empire. These new
'
dark Cadians
'
, named themselves simply
'
The Despoiled
'
. They were elite, brutal, and utterly loyal to the Despoiler, who they worshipped as the voice of the chaos gods themselves.
Inevitably, following the defeat of the Imperials, the chaotic alliance fractured, as each of the Legions and chaotic war bands fought amongst themselves, each Lord or daemon prince desiring dominance over the other equally arrogant and selfish rulers of their rival war bands. Abaddon was no different, and he joined in the fighting, seeking to consolidate his realm of chaotic madness, into a new Dark Imperium. Many of his rivals (Angron and Perturabo in particular) were disgusted that Abaddon wanted to bring order to the blessed chaos of their current situation. They forged an alliance, and declared war upon Abaddon
'
s Dark Imperium. This declaration was a miscalculation on the two Primarchs
'
part. This forced chaos warbands to choose sides.
The Word Bearers, for the most part, joined Abaddon almost immediately, as their visions of a Dark Imperium fitted with his to a certain extent. This brought a considerable number of marines under Abaddon
'
s control, and the Word Bearers also brought with them truly phenomenally huge hordes of slave-soldiers and cultists. The Black Legion of course sided with Abaddon, as they were to benefit most from his ascendancy to overall rule of the chaotic realm. The other Legions, utterly decentralised by thousands of years of distrust and civil war, were formed into war bands, attached to no one ruler in particular. They flitted between the Angron/Perturabo camp and Abaddon
'
s camp almost annually during the conflict, though the majority of war bands followed Abaddon at any given time. Also, where most of the human vassal forces controlled by the Angron/Perturabo alliance were simply rabbles of mutants and cultist scum militia, Abaddon had crafted a vast force of
'
The Despoiled
'
, who
'
s numbers swelled massively by more and more traitor guardsmen recruits, from either Cadia herself, or other traitorous guard units, desperate for some military discipline once more.
In naval terms, the Primarch forces seemed outmatched once more. Abaddon
'
s navy was one third larger than that of Perturabo and Angron
'
s, as he (being Mortal) was free to command and cease more of the fallen Imperial vessels beyond the eye, than those Primarchs, still reliant upon the Eye to sustain them. In addition, the Despoiler still counted the Planetkiller and the remaining Blackstone fortress under his control.
The war was a long and bloody one, like most of the wars chaos ever fights are. Abaddon
'
s forces initially reeled from the violent assault of the two Primarch
'
s furious forces. Attempting to mimick Horus
'
lightning swift assault upon Terra, Angron sent his forces directly for New Cadia, smashing aside blockades and ravaging worlds in his way. Abaddon though, was no fool. He had helped Horus formulate this very strategy, and predicted that Angron would be foolish enough to try it. His navy was seemingly absent, when Angron
'
s forces made planet fall upon New Cadia. However, they had been waiting. His vast fleet struck at the berserker Primarch
'
s supply vessels. Unaware of the sudden danger, they were decimated. Stranded upon New Cadia, Angron nevertheless reaped a massive toll upon the planet. Yet, weakened by the pylons, and the waves upon waves of human blanks Abaddon forced to charge at the berserker, he eventually succumbed, defeated by a group of the Black Legions highest ranked chosen, combined perfectly with a well timed orbital strike, which banished Angron from Cadia.
Angron
'
s seemingly foolish charge into Abaddon
'
s den, however, had been a mere distraction to give Perturabo time to complete his great work. With the aid of several Dark Mechanicus clans, and a sacrifice of a billion souls to the Soul Forge, the daemon Primarch had completed the Goliath Engine.
A vast construction of demonic iron, coiling semi-organic machinery, cursed runes, injected obliterator virus and other hateful devices and technologies were combined perfectly in the titanic vessel. Supplanting even the pLanet Killer in its scale, the demonic machine soon thundered from Perturabo
'
s forge docks, at the head of the largest fleet the dameon could gather around him. Such was the dark powers crafted within the vessel, it allowed Perturabo to command his battle fleet personally, even beyond the eye
'
s nourishing anarchy. Over the ravaged Nurgle daemon world of Thrashing Puxshar, where a billion souls rotted eternally, the two vast forces, one serving anarchy and disintegration, the other merely chaos clashed. Despite the size of Abaddon
'
s fleet, Perturabo was a Primarch, and his naval skill was formidable. One of the Blackstone fortresses succumbed to the Goliath Engine
'
s massive weapons, crashing into the stagnant daemon world beneath them.
A thousand battleships and cruisers clashed together in the sprawling melee in the void. Dameonic gunships duelled multi-tiered ex-Imperial vessels, and legion cruisers smashed into other, equally chaotic vessels. Space inside the swirling madness of eye was further filled with the myriad exchanges of devastating firepower flung between the disparate fleets. At the height of the battle, the planet Killer and the goliath Engine clshed. Broadsides, torpedoes, daemonic fire, putrid tendrils of utter warp-stuff: all were cast against the other, in a brutal and blistering engagement. Abaddon
'
s flagship even managed to fire it
'
s most deadly of guns upon the Goliath, but to no avail. In the eye, the ship was immortal, the living machinery of the ship dragging itself together after each exchange.
Seemingly bested, the planet killer fled before the might of the Goliath Engine. Perturabo, eager for final crushing victory, roared off in pursuit. He caught the extremely damaged Planet Killer, fleeing in the void between worlds, in the Illirax system. Confident of victory, the Primarch engaged the Planet killer, and the few escorts that had fled with Abaddon. However, when it seemed victory was finally certain, the tables turned once again. Exiting from the warp a month previously, the Terminus Est and attendant fleet of disgusting Nurglitch vessels had lingered in the Illirax system, on the request of Abaddon. Upon exiting the warp, the Goliath soon came under attack from its eastern quadrant, as an entire fleet descended upon it. Later known as the battle of bile and iron, Perturabo
'
s Goliath Engine was outmatched. Abaddon had skilfully drawn him away from the eye
'
s daemonic sustenance, and weakened the vessel. No longer was it immortal. However, it was still formidable, and Typhus lost many vessels in the resulting battle.
As the engine burned and collapsed around him, Perturabo raged, and determined to finish it once and for all. The death of Abaddon would end the war instantly. He ordered his surviving Iron Warriors to teleport with him, onto the planet Killer, and engage Abaddon in single combat.
However, unlike Horus, Abaddon was no fool. The Teleport failed miserably, as Abaddon
'
s shields remained firmly up. Perturabo was flung back into the Goliath engine, in time to witness the Planet Killer
'
s doomsday cannon fire once. The warp cannon smashed through the crippled machine, and detonated its daemonic heart. Screaming in impotent rage, Perturabo was banished back to the warp.
Soon after the battle, Typhus withdrew to the Eye, taking his fleet with him. When inquired as to why Typhus had aided Abaddon, he cryptically responded:
"flowers bloom, flowers rot. Rot is nothing without order to decay."
Deprived of both leaders, the Perturabo/Angron Alliance soon collapsed, and the more unified forces of the Chaos Imperium triumphed, driving their foes into the deepest depths of the Eye. Following this victory, Abaddon expanded his dark Imperium, into an empire of hundreds upon hundreds of worlds around New Cadia. Oddly, many worlds submitted to his rule instantly, even worlds who despised chaos, and still worshipped the Emperor. In such a time of horrendous anarchy, any order is craved by the civilised. Ironically, in the Segmentum Obscuris, the only thing resembling order was Abaddon
'
s Dark Imperium. Former Imperial Worlds hid their signs of worship to the Emperor, and openly welcomed the Despoiled regiments, who swiftly took over the main PDF centres. Often, there was little to no opposition to this. This was not a religious matter. This was intensely secular. Each Governor knew that to survive in the millennium of pain, was to be part of something bigger.
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