Siege of Calderia

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Calderia was once little more than another misrable Hive World of the Imperium of Man, home to billions of downtrodden factory workers and vile underhive scum, but the "tranquility" of this world was sorely broken by the ravages of horrid Tyranids of Hive Fleet Chimera. Though valliant Space Marines of the Marines Baleful landed to aide the PDF in stemming the tide, an unknown threat came from the stars, the King-Goy... who came with the full intent of purging this world and all those on it in fire... lest the Great Devourer escape.

Prologue: The Chimera Cometh....
They were coming.

From across the blackness of space, horrid shapes swam through the darkness. Ships of pulsating flesh and frost- rimed chitin glided through the void, driven by a malevolent intelligence. This hive- fleet's destination lay before it, a single lone world, Calderia. It had no major importance to the Imperium to which it belonged, no strategic assets, but the Hive Fleet cared little for those things. They were hungry, so hungry, and at last that hunger would be sated with the death of this planet and it's billions of inhabitants. Nothing could stop them.

Hive Fleet Chimera had come.

Chapter 1: The Arrival
The Planetary Governor, Henrik von Lundqvist cared nothing for the peasants of Calderia. The planet has little importance, the Hive world was nothing more then a a mega city and had little importance to the High Lords of Terra. As long he sends Troops to the Imperial guard. He was free of doing anything with the world. His decadent nobles had no concern for life.

"Summon a Council. We need to discuss the food shortages." he said to a nearby servant.

Suddenly the ground shook.

Lunqvist rushed to one of the balconies to see what the commotion was, and stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he looked to the sky. Hovering over the mega city, wreathed in the polluted atmosphere like some nightmare brought to life, was an abomination. An armada of living ships, each one more grotesque than the last, sat in the clouds. The Governor watched, terrified, as the flesh- ships disgorged thousands upon thousand of alien monstrosities onto the suface of Calderia. The air rang with screams, alarms, and gunfire as the Calderian PDF mobilized to repel the invaders, as feeble as their resistance would be.

Lunqvist stood there, rooted to spot with shock and fear. He had never seen these xenos in person before, but he had heard the stories. They came in their millions, devouring entire worlds. They were deadly, cunning, and utterly devoid of mercy.

"Tyranids." whispered Governor Lunqvist, as his world fell apart around him.