Return to Megiddo Prime: A Killteam Campaign

The Era Indomitus, 999.M41 Reality tears itself apart from the Hadex Anomaly at the core of the Jericho Reach in the Eastern Fringe, to the furthest star system of the Segmentum Obscurus. From that hole come Warp Storms not seen since the Age of Strife, cutting off the galactic north from Terra. The initial period, known as the Noctis Aeterna -- or the Blackness -- is terrible indeed. For a time, all Warp travel is impossible and the far-spread planets of the Imperium are isolated, with no travel or astropathic communication between them. Worlds in their hundreds fall before the ensuing Chaos onslaught. The pulsing Great Rift or Cicatrix Maledictum spreads like an impenetrable curtain, robbing entire systems of the holy light of Terra. The birth of the Great Rift marks the start of what will be called by Imperial savants the Era Indomitus. 

Upon Megiddo Prime, a planet on the mend following a five-year war of reclamation and forty-nine-year rebuilding process, is cut off from the Imperium of Man once more. The warp storms created by the great rift ripple across the asteroid fields surrounding Shekkle’s System, animating, and spinning the rocks into one another, causing them to swing out of their orbits, colliding with one another in flashes of energy and explosions that can be seen from the surface of Megiddo Prime herself. For weeks following the first of the storms, the cold night skies are lit by blazing comet trails and blossoming explosions. Harbingers of things yet to come. 

Cut off from the Emperor’s Beckon and stable warp gates, the prefects of the planetary government and garrisoned Ultra Marines scramble to find out the cause of this sudden severing of communications. Within a month no space travel is permissible, the sea of rocks sent spinning into motion create a grinding gulf system wide, ships attempting travel outflank and pulverized by city sized fragments or perforated by streams of fast-moving rock that shear aside shielding and armored plates with ease. Within another few weeks, rivers of rock and asteroids pelt the surface of Megiddo Prime, shattering orbital docks and defense stations and pounding the planets frozen surface. Megiddo prime was at war with the stars, a war it could not win. Production of fuel and minerals came to a standstill as refineries and Hab blocks were obliterated, men and materials smashed and vaporized even as planetary laser silos sought to destroy planet killer sized asteroids, power crystals soon going dark after days of constant firing. The forces of the Imperium on Megiddo Prime fought an isolated war of preservation while the rest of the galaxy descended into flame, would there be anything left once the Indomitus Crusade finally reach the beleaguered system?