The New Terra:
When I was a young man, I grew up in a city I was told was the last bastion of civilization.* The last republican government on the continent which was ruled through a democratic mandate.**
The Imperium's conquest of Terra was a slow process, with the conquest of Eurasia, Ind, and Afrik taking the better part of two centuries. Even the allegiances of warlords from Patagon, Hayt, and Merica allowing the Imperium to operate from their territory, did not speed up this war. Especially once the size of the Imperium spurred emergency consolidations and alliances between Techno-Barbarian warlords who quickly grew their realms and forces to face the Emperor.
In the year 665M30, My nation was the last major Europan one to surrender, our terms negotiated under the threat of denying the Emperor that which he hoped to gain from our conquest. I personally slew a wounded Custodes with my bayonet. Although as I keep telling those whom ask me to regale it, the Custodes was mortally wounded, and I do not see pride in the act.
I have since fought in the conquests of Albion, the Thulean Basin, and the decades long grinding wars to bring Ursh and the Pan-Pacific Empire to heel. I have fought generals one day, only to shake hands with them the next after their people accepted Unity and devoted their weapons to the Emperor's service.
In the end, Terra found itself turned into a three-way conflict between the Pan-Pacific Empire, Ursh, and the Imperium. I lost a son in the thirty year war to break the Eeyowa Citadel in the Pearl Bastion. Fought running battles in the ruins of Kyot against the pseudo-Astartes. I saw the flesh-citadels of Basilio Fo fall. I fought battles whose names may not be repeated by Imperial Decree, and of which I am glad, for it means the nightmares are my own.
Now, Terra's nations, except for a few enclaves of opposition, are united under the Emperor. The Astronomicon Project continues apace, the largest labour project in three millenia. The genetic stabilisation programs are bearing fruit. Public works are restoring Terra's industry and power. And the replenishment of Terra's biosphere is underway.
Millions of soldiers, led by the veterans of the final bloody days of the Unification Wars, are training across Terra, preparing for the ships that will take them to the stars to be constructed. The Rejuvenation Treatments pioneered by the Emperor are an enticing offer for service in the crusade, and I know many regiments of Unification have taken the offer. Soldiers with decades of experience ready and eager to take the war to the stars.
I have lived a long life, and I worry that my children will not know peace.
*(Barring the Balt city-states, the Alpyn League, or the Anatoli, but I digress.)
**(When the aristocrats weren't in control after their incessant coups.)
-Personal memoir of Legate Marshal Mardon Lentierre, compiled 790M30
The Solar Reclamation.
To describe the reclamation of the Solar System as a rushed and haphazard affair, would be a gross understatement of the endeavour.
The Imperium, before the Treaty of Olympus, was perpetually bottle-necked by its access to space-capable vessels. The few orbital transports that were available, could scarcely go beyond Luna, and were too cumbersome or fragile to be used for military deployments. Terra's starship graveyards had long ago been stripped bare, and the Orbital Plates and Habitats relied on chemical shuttles and mass-accelerators to transport cargo pods.
Terra's fleet for taking Luna would need to be constructed anew.
During the Age of Strife, a class of 'Rogue Trader' had emerged aboard Dark Age era merchant ships which retained their capacity for interstellar travel. It was from these traders that the Imperium would acquire the skilled shipbuilding crews they needed to produce the first Imperial warships, and the Navigators he would need.
Our Emperor spoke to each trader that visited, and borrowed, bartered, appealed to, and threatened them into supporting his endeavours, bringing several into his inner circle as naval advisors.
So it was that the Armada Imperialis began. A haphazard collection of newly constructed void-craft, Dark Age trade ships, converted Jovian merchantmen, and even Xenos craft from the fleets of the Rogue Traders. With the pacification of Luna in 702, the hundreds of Astartes became thousands. When the Martians recognizing the Emperor as their "Omnissiah" in 749, the fleet was sharpened to a speartip, and the full-scale reclamation of the Solar System could begin.
For the last fifty years, the Imperium has been waging the War of Solar Reclamation. A short conflict compared to the three hundred years of the Unification Wars, the Ursh-Europan wars of M28 or the Khrave wars of M27
It has not been an easy war. Sol was rife with Xenos Pirates, pirate lords, rampant machines, and other horrors from Old Night. Even with the allegiance of the Saturnyne Ordos, and the still-independent Jovian Clans, we are beset from all sides.
For each two moons reclaimed, one would fall during a counter-attack. For each raiding fleet driven out of the system, the precursors of another would make its foray into the Solar System. Even now, Venus's War Witches control half their planet, and Xenos outposts dot the moons of Neptune and Jupiter.
It was only in the later years of the 770's, that slow gains began to accumulate exponentially, and our enemies were driven to their most hardened bastions, each shielded by the science of the Ancients, for even the Xenos covet the knowledge of the Golden Age.
The Solar System is ours, but it remains to be seen if we have the power to keep it. For as human might is restored, so too do the ancient foes stir. The Traders speak of the Orks mustering near Betelgeuse, the Fra'al close in on Delta Pavonis, and the Rykogene's first scout ships have been spotted in Proxima Centauri.
-Speech given to the Pars Military Academy by Legate Marshal Mardon Lentierre, 790M30