Lost in Space And Time (Crossover)
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Last published Thu, Jun 4, 2020
Aleticus Solaris, primarch of the Solar knights space marine legion. When chaos, gods scattered aleticus and his brothers across the galaxy. He had come upon planet luminor. A planet furthest from the sun in a backwater solar system not yet touched by the Emperor's truth. Growing up, Aleticus is shown to have an affinity for taping into the warp as well as combat. When found by the emperor, Aleticus pledges himself, saying,
" Father. I owe you and this newfound imperium my life. I, for now and forever, will spend it in your name."
With that, Aleticus left off to meet his brothers. particularly growing close with his brothers Vulcan and Sanguineous as well as Horus. The Great Crusade pushed onwards, and victory seemed to be within the imperium's grasp.
That is until Horus's betrayal. Sanguineous in an attempt to buy Holy Terra (earth) and the Emperor time by sacrificing himself to the much more powerful Horus. When the Emperor arrived and found his son dead. A vicious ensuied and ended with Horus destroyed and the Emperor fatality wounded and forever entombed on the golden throne.
Learning of this, Aleticus vanished into the warp for revenge over his brother and fathers death. After thousands of years of killing warp spawn. A giant energy wave had wiped him into obscurity, never to be seen again. His legion became splintered by the holy codex and worshiping their lost father as a son of the god emperor of mankind.
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