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Star System: Antoroch
Planet: Antoroch III
House Affiliation: Great House Silvandor


Archduke Gabriel Silvandor of Great House Silvandor was in his personal palace upon his capital world of Antoroch. The young Archduke was only fifty years old a very young age for the Deatharonian race. The feared genetically engineered race of super humans that had several Millennia left ancient Terra to live in space. The history of the Deatharonians was long and arduous. They had descended from a people that had been enslaved into a race of feared conquerors that could challenge all their enemies and even unite the entire Antaries Galaxy under their banner. This had made the Imperium of Deatharon bold and they even had goals to expand into the Milky Way. This however was the past and now the state of the Empire was not what it once was. The constant infighting and bitter rivalry had weakened the Imperium to the point of near annihilation.

The Archduke was in the mood for the past; He looked at holographic images of his favorite heroes of the past. The one hero he loved the most was the famous and godlike Emperor Akarth Von Antheron the founder of the Empire that would one day become the Imperium. Emperor Akarth had formed his Empire out of ten squabbling star systems that had battled against him and fought against his indomitable will. In the end the Emperor crushed the foolish lords of the rival systems and killed their families. He used their systems to expand his power and built up his forces to launch massive crusades across the Galaxy. The wars of conquest were long a bloody a tribute to any manifest destiny.


Archduke Gabriel saw into the holo face of his Emperor and said, "My Lord, your greatness is beyond words. I must say despite your greatness and cunning, I have personally seen the near collapse of your great dream from your weak offspring. You were murdered by your dog of a son Alfred whom was killed by his successor till the line reach here to this spoil child Victor a play Emperor!"


Gabriel snarled and said, "My Lord, I will not let your name go into the shadows like our Imperium! I shall bring you and the empire greatness and recognition from not only from the Antaries Galaxy but also from the universe! I will not let the name of the Emperor Akarth be forgotten!"

Archduke Gabriel Silvandor of Great House Silvandor upon screaming this revelation raised his energy sword to the air towards the ceiling of his mighty palace. The Archduke was an eight-foot tall warrior. He had already donned his family's power armor the same one his father wore before him. It was from his father that Gabriel had learned of mighty Akarth and his exploits to create the Imperium into a Galactic Superpower that even now despite it's near crumbling dominates the entire Antaries galaxy controlling the lives of countless billions of sentient beings.

Archduke Gabriel had a look of pure anger as he looked at the portrait of the current Emperor Victor Von Antheron III hanging above the right wall. The Archduke took out his plasma pistol and took aim. The portrait melted upon impact with the plasma bolt.

The Archduke walked out of private his holo room and headed down the majestic halls towards his war room. His various Legion Commanders were present all of them had received a message about a declaration of war. They would soon learn it was a war against the Empire itself, In the name of preserving it for all eternity. The faces of these commanders all of them human and at most six ft tall were dwarfed against the eight foot tall Deatharonian commander. They were all looking up to their leader listening to his grand plans to mobilize the various forces of The Shadow Legions and Imperial Shadow Templars against Great House Von Antheron itself. The Emperor's own house!


They showed no emotion they listened to their master and finally the boldest of them spoke out, "My Lord, This is foolish and just plan stupid. You plan to start a war against the Empire and assassinate Emperor Victor Von Antheron III a living God!"

The Legion Commander's head was turned into liquid goo as Gabriel's plasma pistol discharged a bolt of plasma..

Archduke Gabriel said in his most imperious voice, "I will not have you speaking such heresy and praising this play Emperor! My goals and desires demand service to the true Emperor Akarth Von Antheron! The only true Emperor of the Imperium!"

The Legion Commanders all saluted and hailed, "Hail Emperor Akarth the God Emperor of Deatharon!"

They repeated this statement until Gabriel said in his normal imperious voice, " I have given orders to my fleets to transport your Legions to Deatharon Prime. I have given the play Emperor the false belief you are there to strengthen his position. You will upon three solar days of the planet begin your assault against the traitors of the Empire. Your current objectives are to bring the death of the play Emperor and his false Shadow inquisition."

The Legion Commanders saluted and left to give their Legions the news. The Archduke looked upon his Commanders and smiled. They would be sacrificed for the real surpise would come from orbit of the planet. The fleets above Deatharon Prime were already under Gabriel's command. He just needed to order a shelling of the planet to kill the false Emperor. He was only using these Legions to distract the ground forces that would defiantly defend the play Emperor with their very lives….

Antoroch Star System….


The Imperial Star Legionaries marched onboard their designated Transport shuttles that waited eagerly to fly back up to the Imperial Battlecruiser Tryandoris in orbit above Antoroch III. The Imperial war fleets of Great House Silvandor had gathered to the various docking bays and were now gathering their supplies, provisions, and Legionnaire companies. This process would take a week to gather all the required personal and energy and fuel but once done the fleets would travel to the capital of the Deatharon Imperium. The holy world of Deatharon Prime located in the Deatharon star system.


The Imperial Star Legionaries once inside their specific shuttles were quickly briefed on their mission to garrison the capital and to handle a special training mission after the third day on the planet. They were then given a set of directives that were directly from the holo image of the Archduke himself. They were orders to engage the Imperial Praetorian Guard. The Legionaries had looks of horror as they were told to battle against the Emperor's personal bodyguards and the protectors of Hive City 001 on Deatharon Prime.

It was a suicide mission and they knew it. The Imperial Praetorian Guard was made up of the strongest strain of Deatharonian D.N.A. descending directly from Emperor Akarth himself. The idea of fighting these Demigods was a terror for these human soldiers of the Imperium. Then they heard the one thing that would give them the courage to perform this act of treason. "This is the will of Emperor Akarth Von Antheron, We are to return his throne and bring back the Empire's glory by crushing this false Emperor that hides behind the name of Von Antheron!"

They all replied in one voice, "The Emperor be praised! Death to the False Emperor!"


The fleets of Great House Silvandor had now departed the system heading by wormhole towards their destination. The jewel of the Galaxy and heart of the Empire Deatharon Prime itself…