[WH40K] - Colonizing A Peaceful Planet

Since tomorrow is my birthday, I'll be calling the vote now.

Edit: The grammar mistake situation will be canon, btw.
Edit2Boogaloo: Did a derp due to english, but its still too funy to not make it into a grammar mistake in-universe.

After long weeks of violence and fighting, the ash slowly began to settle over Momi.

Terrified people began to emerge from cellars and hideouts, churches and barricades around shrines, the deep jungles, and forests where they had sought shelter or the tunnels underneath their feet where they found safety in the endless warrens and twisting bends. Not all that sought refuge in nature emerged, taken by animals, plants, simply lost, or, for those in the know, perhaps sinister things yet.

Soldiers and Militia began to unclutch their rifles and weaponry, nervously looking and searching for any sign that the worst had yet to come, or the silence was merely another feint by the never sufficiently damned Daemon. Heavy machinery and vehicles slowly rumbled or walked through settlements, terrified people emerging from their homes to watch the brave men and women that had defended them continue their duties, praying to and thanking them for what they were doing. More than one village saw people break down in tears and weep into the mud and earth amidst the broken corpses of their once-living families, friends, and communities, at the sight of the Imperial Aquilla proudly hoisted and emblazoned across Imperial Machines. It was a triumph of human endurance and tenacity to survive such mad times, a proud example by which future generations would look back and draw strength from those who had fought and stood and charged the horrors of the Warp, banishing them from their, humanities, world. Whatever else may come, those who would survive would remember this as a day when man stood over the dead corpses of Daemon and abomination, faith in soul, duty in mind, and purity of body.

The Aquilla flew over Momi ʻōmaʻomaʻo, now, and as long as her defenders stood, for eternity.

[][Positive] (Write-In Positive Lore)
(You have triumphed over a Chaos Invasion within the middle of your capital, without breaking, retreating, or falling to Chaos. Despite the horrendous casualties taken during and after, the God-Emperor has taken your measure and didn't find you wanting. Even in your darkest time, the Light of the God-Emperor shined brighter than the maddening shadow of the Warp, banished by bolter, chainsword, lasgun, faith, and loyalty. How did this change your people for the better?)

Preachers stood by their flocks, whether as a corpse as they too had fallen prey to the depredations of the daemons, or in life with sermon, prayer, chant, and ward on their lips, righteous fervor in their souls, wrath in their mind, and unimaginable loss in their hearts at the despoilment of a once-pristine world of the Most Holy Imperium. These men and women were the little bits of cohesion around which the survivors rallied around, seeking redemption for sins and horrors they had either committed in survival or had witnessed. More than one person saw their end by the hand of a priest offering the Final Mercy to those too far gone.

Withing the few hospitals and clinics across the planet, exhausted and spent nurses, doctors, and helpers barely managed to continue saving lives; only caff, drugs, and sheer adamantium-clad determination to continue saving anyone they could allowed them to save one more child, one more veteran, one. More. Imperial Soul!

...but for some, it would not be enough. In the worst of it, some were there, the hours and days where the dead were burned before the building because there was no more space in the crematoriums. The day when the need for such measures was revealed as the dead rose, horrifically diseased and rotten, hungering for the flesh of the living. How some of the soldiers and arriving patients rotted beneath their frantic tries to save them before soldiers came and shot all infected patients, giving out orders to shoot all who were contaminated and let the Emperor sort out the faithful and corrupted. How malformed abominations tore their way through the bellies of pregnant women sheltered within, feasting on the entrails of the same as they sought to birth more warp-spawn and horrors.

The day when the child crematoriums overflowed with tiny, broken, malnourished bodies, devoid of any life and spark, their mothers' tears not yet even dry upon their corpses.

More than one medical practitioner took their life, unable to withstand the horrors they were standing witness to, broken beyond what humans should endure. Though no soul remained within their bodies, others worked on, unable to muster any emotion. Their brains refused to engage with reality, shutting themselves down to protect what little innocence existed.

Families were torn apart by Daemons killing parents, siblings, children, aunts, uncles, and more, and for some, they took the eternal soul of the traitorous weaklings and had them do their bidding. Fathers wore the faces of their skinned children, brothers fought with unhinged rage wielding the bones of their siblings, cackling mutated blobs of feathers and shifting colors called forth fell sorceries before being smitten by Faith, Bolter, and Alaxa Inuras. Rotting corpses festered in unending spawning pools for nurglings, and more fell creatures.

As the devastation ended and the dead were laid to rest, a bell was rung for every soul lost. The bells rang for days.

[][Negative] (Write-In Negative Lore)
(A Chaos Invasion has hit your planet, bringing wide-spread devastation, destruction, and horror in its wake. Though boldened by their survival and the might of their defenders, the survivors are still confronted with the stark realization that they saw the Arch-Enemy of Mankind. And some of them fell. What does that do, to know that even those they once thought incorruptible become nothing more than lackeys for the fell powers of Chaos, to see the holy form of man cast down into such horrific abysses, and to see the God-Emperor be denied?)

And yet, for all the horrors, death, fighting, hoping, triumph, and victory, one truth rang above them all:

Order must remain.

And for that, within secured bunkers underneath the seat of governance, guarded by the small elite of the planet, behind doors and security measures designed by the local Mechanicum, the leaders of the Republic sat, secured against the terrors outside, but not those inside.

A single traitor was all it took to ensure that dozens were killed, and the Planetary Governor was forced to burn off his arm with his laspistol before any corruption from the daemon-inflicted wound could harm him further. Though placed under observation, Fortunatus Albertus would, eventually, be determined clean of any taint. In his absence, Prime Minister Maata Tanielu rose to the task, helping coordinate the civilian side of the conflict with the military under Commander Hancock, stabilizing what would have been a disastrous breakdown of order and stability on the planet. Yet, for all the unspoken deeds which ensured that humanity would not fall to Chaos on this planet, a spoken act was enacted, one made in fear of what would happen if such an event would not be done, and with the heavy heart of those knowing they were doing right, by doing wrong.

Chaos has visited Momi ʻōmaʻomaʻo, and it has left hooks within the population. Therefore, they must be excised at all costs.

[][Purge] (Write-In how you will ensure that Chaos is Purged from Momi.)