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{{Topquote|The fortress-mosque of Al-Hembra spreads across the mountains just visible from the largest settlement on Bahremen. The sun orders the day:
Heat cracks the stone and scorches the air.
Burning wind carves out its sculpted shapes in rock and rolling sand.
The Astartes of the Mujahideen mark the passing star. Rise and set. Dawn noon and dusk.
The bells shudder the sand and the canticles to the God-Emperor drift down to the populace, the daily marker of the strange guardian angels who take their sons to the sky. Stories of the elders tell of a mighty palace with beautiful gardens and libraries and observatories, baths and tiled halls in cavernous rooms, all hidden behind fierce defenses. Their metal dragons flit about the mountain passes and wash the shepherds in their roar, strong but protective.}}

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Green Mujahideen (alt: Strugglers, Green Janissaries)
Battle Cry Allahu Akbar!
Founding Cursed Founding
Successors of Ultramarines
Homeworld Bahremen
Strength Standard; no longer produce Black Carapace
Allegiance Imperium
Colours Dark Green, Bone Shoulders, Red Weapon Trim

"The fortress-mosque of Al-Hembra spreads across the mountains just visible from the largest settlement on Bahremen. The sun orders the day:

Heat cracks the stone and scorches the air.

Burning wind carves out its sculpted shapes in rock and rolling sand.

The Astartes of the Mujahideen mark the passing star. Rise and set. Dawn noon and dusk.

The bells shudder the sand and the canticles to the God-Emperor drift down to the populace, the daily marker of the strange guardian angels who take their sons to the sky. Stories of the elders tell of a mighty palace with beautiful gardens and libraries and observatories, baths and tiled halls in cavernous rooms, all hidden behind fierce defenses. Their metal dragons flit about the mountain passes and wash the shepherds in their roar, strong but protective."

– {{{2}}}