Michael Pegalos
Ten years ago, we Blood Phoenixes destroyed the daemon Nettor, ending his scheme to rot sub-sector Arctika into a festering hellscape.
We thought our victory would mark the end of the war for the sector. We were wrong.
New daemonic incursions relentlessly plagued her planets: Arctika, Salika, Dolmaska, and Galantius.
In response, the Equestrial Guard, the Hammer of the Empress, was deployed en masse to the sector. To secure her. To defend her.
Yet the incursions only grew in number, and soon were worsened by insurrection and madness among the Guard's ranks.
Now the sector sits helpless, wracked by constant, endless, unremitting war.
We are Pony Marines. We are the Blood Phoenixes. We would act, yet we too are locked in warfare with one another.
Benedict Traytus, our Chapter Master and Chief Unicorn, has declared the heroes of Arctika to be renegades.
Now we are hunted by our own siblings, siblings unaware of the Chapter Master's secret allegiance to Nettor.
A corrupt Pony Marine Chapter Master. A militia crippled by disharmony and turmoil. Daemons, renegades, a sector that knows only war.
The Equestrium has had enough. One solution remains for the sector, a solution with which I am all too familiar.
The Ordo Stalleus approaches... the Holy Equestrial Inquisition.
Their colossal ships bear the munitions to preform Exterminatus, cleansing every planet of the sector of life... xenos and pony, corrupt and innocent.
Declared renegade, I cannot act against Traytus without shedding the blood of my siblings.
Yet, hope endures! A hoofful of heroes still remain in service to the Chapter, uncorrupted by Traytus' heresy.
Led by Captain Philosophies, these heroes hunt the remnants of the vile Dark Legion across the sector.
However, Philosophies' hubris blinds him to Traytus' true nature.
If the sector and Chapter is to survive, he must first overcome his own pride...