47 Kapella

47 Kapella within the Kapella System of the Drusus Marches of the Calixis Sector, near the Blackshine Nebula, is in the process of Imperial pacification as Imperial Guard regiments from the Secundus 21st Expeditionary Force and Brontian 5th "Longknives" slowly complete mopping up operations
against a civilian insurrection that overtook most of the planetary government, killing Lord Belin XVIII and virtually all of the
leadership. The holy war brewing on 47 Kapella and nearby Protasia has drawn much attention, especially from the Adepta Sororitas. The tattered and blackened remnants of Vunox are scant reminders of the once acclaimed spires of the hive.
==The Purging of Camp 109==
The world of 47 Kapella is a war-torn wasteland, every square
mile of its surface torn apart by craters and criss-crossed with
mile after mile of trench line. When war first came to 47
Kapella, millions were displaced as vast armies clashed against
one another, and dozens of huge refugee camps sprung up.
Generations later, some of these camps had become cities,
vast conurbations of ragged buildings made of the detritus of
war and populated by the lost and the damned.
It’s no surprise, then, that the Chaos God Nurgle, Lord of
Plagues and Despair, reared his scabrous head in one such camp.
The malady began when the sick and the desperate of
Camp 109 turned their faces from the light of the Emperor and
beseeched other, darker powers for deliverance. Deep within
the Realm of Chaos, Papa Nurgle heard their pleas and sent
forth his myriad gifts to grant them life eternal in his name.
The first to receive Nurgle’s gifts were Imperial Guardsmen
recovering from wounds sustained at the front line of the
war. Their wounds scabbed over and an unnatural vitality
flooded through them. Even as their features sloughed into
hideous flesh-masks, these converts went forth amongst the
populace of Camp 109 and preached to the masses that only
by embracing death and despair would they cast off their fear
and enter into a new existence. The converts became an order
of demagogues, calling themselves the Scourge, and soon
they were preaching at every corner, their filth-encrusted
robes concealing their faces while their phlegm-ridden voices
beseeched any who would listen to follow them into glory.
The contagion that the Scourge spread through Camp 109
was not simply one of bodily infection, but of the spirit as well.
Those who heeded their sermons found themselves falling ill
with dozens of ravenous plagues at once, yet they felt glad to
be sick. Soon, established orders were preaching against the
Scourge, denouncing them as servants of the archenemy. It was
not long before Camp 109 was beset by civil war every bit as
destructive as the battles its population had originally fled from.
The leaders of each side were the preachers of the various
orders. On one side, zealots of a dozen different cults of the
Imperial Creed gathered the faithful and led them in assaults
against the plague-ridden fanes of the Scourge. On the other,
the demagogues of the Scourge rallied their sickly flock and
formed them into a fly-infested wave of filth that overcame
any who stood before it.
When the Scourge launched an attack against an Order Hospitaller field hospital, the situation finally came to the
attention of the Imperium’s authorities. The Sisters Hospitaller
barely escaped with their lives, and the tales they brought to
the Imperial Guard high command convinced the generals
that something far worse than a refugee camp riot was afoot.
Even as the generals were requesting aid from the Tricorn Palace, the situation inside Camp 109 was growing desperate.
The last followers of the true creed were overcome, and the
Scourge enacted a terrible rite to the glory of their dark
patron. The bloated corpses of their victims split asunder, and
from within each a daemon of Nurgle---a Plague Bearer---emerged. Camp 109 became in a single night the center of
a stinking web of corruption, which was inexorably seeping
across the surface of 47 Kapella.
Salvation came to 47 Kapella in the form of Inquisitor Lystug of the Ordo Malleus and his retinue. The Inquisitor’s
first thought was to bomb Camp 109 from orbit, ensuring
that no trace of its corruption remained. But one of Lystug’s
companions, a former member of the Orders Hospitaller,
counselled against such a course of action. She advised that
the source of the infestation was as much spiritual as it was
biological, and would never be purged unless the original
host was located and exorcised. Lystug heeded her words,
and sought the aid of the Sisters Hospitaller who had fought
their way out of the camp before it had been overrun. The
sisters agreed to accompany the Inquisitor and his household
on a desperate mission: to return to Camp 109, seek out the
host, and purge it.
The combined force infiltrated the camp the very next
day, but soon reports of unexplained sickness afflicting the
front line regiments started to trickle in to high command.
Realizing that time was short, Lystug abandoned subtlety.
Guided by the Sisters Hospitaller, he and his retinue cut
their way straight towards the host he knew must reside at
the heart of the infestation. The deeper his force penetrated,
the more vile the sickness afflicting the camp became. At
first, they encountered individual afflicted people, but soon
waves of zombie-like followers of the Scourge came at them.
While the outer limits of the camp were ragged and stank of
corruption, the inner precincts were carpeted with biological
matter that reeked with such vile sickness that even the most
well-crafted rebreather was incapable of keeping it at bay. It
was the Sisters Hospitaller that kept the force moving in such
trying conditions, for they exuded a palpable aura of purity
that forced back the vile plagues of the enemy, creating a path
through which Lystug and his retinue could tread safely.
That path led to the very center of Camp 109, where they
found the first host waiting for them atop a mountain of bloated,
fly-ridden corpses. The host, the very first of the wounded
Imperial Guardsmen to have beseeched the Lord of Plague for
aid, had become a Daemon Prince of Nurgle, granted apotheosis
for the destruction wrought in his master’s name.
Lystug ordered his servants to attack, but his words went
unheeded as the Sisters Hospitaller stepped forward as one and
formed a circle around the vile daemon. Chanting praises to
the saints of their healing order, the Adepta Sororitas crippled
the servant of Nurgle, purging its bloated, decaying body of
contagion so that only a dried, shriveled husk remained.
Yet still, the power of Nurgle animated the Daemon Prince’s
form. It slew the many of the sisters and attempted to flee.
Yet at that moment, Inquisitor Lystug stepped within the
circle of purity created by the Sisters Hospitaller and delivered
a single, crushing blow. In an instant, the Daemon Prince of
Nurgle was struck down and its plagues halted.
Only when Lystug and the remaining Sisters were
evacuated was Camp 109 destroyed. The cleansing fires of
orbital bombardment seared the damned place to ashes, and
it remains ruined to this day. Only through the purity of the
Sisters Hospitaller and the valor of the Inquisition was 47
Kapella saved from a world-ravaging plague.
==The Admiral Militant==
A Rogue Trader by the name of Admiral Dallactarius
IV became embroiled in the ongoing pacification of the
world of 47 Kapella in the Drusus Marches. In 482.M41
the aid of his fleet was requested when Dallactarius
was en route to the Koronus Expanse. The Admiral
was known as a particularly belligerent individual and
was noted for his impatient nature. The Admiral readily
agreed to lend his aid to Imperial forces, yet soon
became caught up in what would become a twelve-yearlong
war of attrition. By the end of the first decade the
Admiral’s not inconsiderable forces had been reduced
to only a few dozen warriors of his household guard,
yet he battled on regardless, determined to succeed
in the face of insurmountable odds. The last recorded
sighting of Admiral Dallactarius IV was at the Battle of
Hill 44427, reportedly leading an assault on an enemy
bunker. A decade later he was finally declared dead,
yet those of his household that survived claim to this
day that he lives still, punishing the enemies of the
Emperor. The Admiral never did reach the Expanse,
his diversion proving somewhat more permanent than
he, and his now penniless backers, had intended.
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