Editing Setting:Cloudburst/Fathon

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|galacticposition=              [[Setting:Tri-Sector|Cloudburst Sector]], Delving Subsector
|systemoverlord=       None
|planets=             Four, one inhabitable
|worldtype=           Feral World: Fathon Prime
|satellite=     None
|troposphericcomposition=      Nitrogen 73%, Oxygen 25%, Argon 1%, Water 1%, Carbon gasses .01%
|religion=      Holy Emperor Star Cult
|governmenttype=     Primitive
|planetarygovernor=   Yes
|adeptpresence=   Adeptus Administratum, Adeptus Ministorum, Adeptus Mechanicus
|climate=   Fathon Prime is an arboreal paradise, with polar ice caps and vast oceans
|geography=             .9 times the size of Terra, with only one large continent taking up one quarter of the surface of the planet, and two floating ice caps, seasonally present
|gravity= .83 Terran Gravity
|daylength=    72 Terran Hours
|economy=      None
|principalexports=     None
|principalimports= Weapons, Luxury Items, Cogitator Parts
|countriesandcontinents=   One continent, no nations to speak of
|military=       Celestial Guard barracks
|contactwithothersystems=          Almost none
|tithegrade=   Aptus Non
|population=    7,000,000
}}

==Description==

Fathon Prime is a curious combination of historical mistake and the Emperor’s luck.  Once, well over eleven thousand years ago, the world was a resort and getaway world for members of the Imperial Army and Flotilla.  A single, tiny city held sway over the world’s vast, awe-inspiring forests; peace and tranquility reigned over the world.

Then Horus claimed ambitions above his station, and all hell broke loose.

The world declared for the Warmaster, to the resounding indifference of all Imperial authorities of note.  Cut off from Terra by the Ruinstorm and deep in Heretic territory, Fathon accomplished nothing of note in that time.  A few thousand residents volunteered for Horus’s militaries, but in seven years, the Heresy was over, the Scouring began, and Fathon Prime was overlooked by the reprisal fleets.  Fathon cut off all ties to the greater galaxy and went dark, hoping to be forgotten by the Imperium.

Nine thousand years later, Cloudburst Explorators found the planet in a state of barbarism.  All technology or knowledge of the greater world was long gone from the degenerated minds of the few hundred thousand surviving humans on the planet.  The wrecked shell of their city had dissolved to scrap and sand; all knowledge of the Heresy, or indeed other planets at all, had long been forgotten.  The Ministorum, unaware of the world’s history, began the laborious process of converting the locals to the Imperial Cult.
The Inquisition, however, was able to discover the world’s true roots from the extensive records of tax and tithe income from the Crusade, which of course predate the Ecclesiarchy substantially.  To this day, a small cell of Ordo Hereticus spies operate from a concealed bunker on the planet’s equator, using psychic screening and an occasional population infiltrator to keep an eye on the planet for any signs of recidivism, even as the world slowly crawls back towards proper technological integration into the Imperium.  A small militia of Celestial Guard keeps watch on the world from high orbit, along with the planet’s few administrators, who stave off terminal ennui by spending all their money on imported luxuries.  The Glasians have not yet targeted the world.  If they do, evacuation will be the planet’s only recourse, as there is no way to defend it.