Silver Cataphracts

"'Glorious'? 'Magnificent'? 'Heroic'? That is how you would describe those poor bastards final moments? Do not waste my time with these words!"

Quote attributed to a Silver Cataphract

Silver Cataphracts
Battle Cry	"Let us finish this!"
Number	XXIII
Founding	First Founding
Successor Chapters	True Sons of the Regent, Seers of Winter
Chapter Master	Kharikov
Primarch	Alexandri
Homeworld	Rosskar
Strength	150,000 or 190,000, or even more.
Specialty	Attrition Warfare
Allegiance	Imperium of Man
Colours	Silver, Light Grey, Light Blue

This page details people, events, and organisations from the /tg/ Heresy, a fan re-working of the Warhammer 40,000 Universe. See the /tg/ Heresy Timeline and Galaxy pages for more information on the Alternate Universe.

The Silver Cataphracts are a Loyalist Space Marine Legion and Chapter. Led by the ambitious Primarch Alexandri, they have and always will remain ever pessimistic of the future, with only their contempt greeting the present. Dour and somber these Marines have always held realist views on subjects of glory, morality, and battle. In the Great Crusade they were famed for their slow advances, which saw countless systems receive minimal losses - if you only counted the Astartes. No matter what the cost though, they will achieve victory.

Summary of Legion XXIII

Numeration: The XXIIIth Legion

Primogenator: Alexandri (also known as "The Regent")

Cognomen (Prior): None. Note: Alexandri never cared to change it, the name Silver Cataphracts assigned to them by Hektor Cincinnatus, the Arch-Traitor.

Observed Strategic Tendencies: Attrition Warfare, Adaptation, Human-Astartes Joint Tactics

Noteworthy Domains: The Rosskar System (Primary), nineteen other systems held in tributary fiefdom at the closure of the Great Crusade.

Alliegence: Fidelitas Constantus

"I never understood the obsession with honor. Honor won't protect you, it won't shield you, and it definitely won't keep you warm. You can't touch it, you can't hold it, and you can't feel it. Trust in the heat of your brother's blood, and that of your own blood. The only truth in this world is the one you make of it, but blood is forever constant. It is always warm."

First Battle Company Captain Sergei, Grand Officer of the Legion, M.30

History of the Silver Cataphracts

Many Legions wear their honors on their sleeves, but not the soldiers of Alexandri. There are no halls of heroes upon Rosskar, there are no weapons named after dead Marines who had heroic deeds in the past. They are a stoic, solemn breed of Astartes. War is reviled for what they perceive it is, never honoring the deeds of fools who couldn't retreat or think a way out of a last stand. From the very moment the first members of the Legion were made to the present, they have kept silent of their acts and have always down played their involvement in campaigns. Some may see this as humble, perhaps it even is.

For whatever reason the Silver Cataphract are what they are, stepping towards the front line with stern determination.

Infamous Beginnings, the 24th Squad

During the time of Hektor's Sacred Band, the Twenty-Fourth squad was heavily penalized for their conduct in battle. This was especially exemplified during the Pacification of the Merican Hives when the members Antoyi and Ranosmir used human shields to protect them from gun fire. They had no respect for the enemy, but held Hektor and the other members of the Sacred Band in the utmost regard. By Hektor's expressed orders they ceased their questionable conduct during operations, but it would be later revealed they dabbled in horrible and debase tactics such as leaving out a wounded soldier in the sun, just to allow other soldiers to pass over the poor soul to retrieve him. The man had planted on him a melta bomb, which would immediately detonate once his comrades would attempt to retrieve him. Other such inglorious methods were used, including the use of human shields, and children as bargaining chips.

The members of the Twenty-Fourth Squad.

• Atosh, The Spine Breaker. (Survived to be Squad Sergeant)
• Antoyi, Lover of Devestation. (Survived to be Squad Sergeant)
• Baroslav, The First Cataphract. (Deceased; at unknown time)
• Byk, Strongest of The 24th. (Survived to be Junior Army Commander)
• Galash, The Witch Without Guidance. (Survived to be Master of Covens)
• Mikhail, The Render of Neya-'yrk Hive. (Deceased; died in Lenard Depths Campaign)
• Nomenir, Poet of the Dour. (Deceased; executed for High Treason)
• Toren, the Astartes Rembrancer of the 24th. (Survived to the Scouring, died on Cadia in final action)
• Ranosmir, Brother to Hektor. (Deceased; at unknown time)
• Veshnyak, Accuser of the Emperor. (Deceased; executed by the Emperor)

The Butchering of Neya-yrk

Souls rest sound asleep

Piled among bodies deep

Bloodied and damned,

By Mikhail's hand.

Nomenir's First Poem, composed after the Pacification of the Merica Hives

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Before there were even Legions, and Hektor was the first and only Primarch, among the first Astartes was the Sacred Band. A collection of the best minds and keenest warriors molded by the highest of savants including the Sigilite himself. Hektor choose these men to be the elite of the forming Legions, a brotherhood which would stand the test of time. The first major battle this group took part in as a whole, where they all stood side by side was the Pacification of the Merica Hives. Antoyi had been chosen for his wisdom and charisma, being able to both rally his fellow squadmates and plan ahead during a skirmish.

Veshnyak desired to be the leader, a newly found ambition flourishing in the Albian man who years before had only a burning desire to serve. He wanted to recognized as the leader, he wanted to be the man answering to Hektor himself. Throughout the battle, from the beginning deployments to the thick of a fire fight he continuously questioned Antoyi's command. He formed deep bonds with the rest of the squad further cementing his influence. Eventually no one in the squad followed Antoyi's voice, but Veshnyak's. Antoyi was merely an emissary to Hektor. As the humble soldier never wanted to cause trouble, no complaints were lobbied towards Veshnyak's conduct. But soon the Marine found a new interest, one which would lead to his undoing.

Slaughter.

The 24th Squad was positioned alongside the Thunder Warriors and techno-barbarian armies, helping to lead the spearhead into the walled and guarded hive of Neya-yrk set upon an island which had seen the ocean dry up long ago. The fighting was brutal, and nearly all of the brothers died but Veshnyak was not only power hungry, he was fiercely cunning. He used the captured soldiers of the Neya'yrkers as shields, making most of the defenders unwilling to focus their fire upon them.

But something surprised the Marines who had been able to swiftly break into the armored city. All of the defenders of Neya-yrk gave up their arms immediately. Countless millions lived in the spires and hab-blocks, and the Neya-yrkers would not risk bringing a fight here. Mikhail was distraut, wishing to make them pay for all those who had died outside. Veshnyak formed a cunning idea as more and more soldiers surrendered. He gave Mikhail the order he wanted. To kill every last Neya-yrk fighter. But as the last of the captured warriors was cut down, Mikhail, Atosh, and Veshnyak did not simply stop there.

When the Thunder Warriors arrived, savage and brutal beings that they were, joined in. The rest of the Twenty-fourth could only watch as the Hive was cut down, nearly half of the entire populace being butchered before Hektor was able to reign them in.

No one but Atosh and Mikhail followed Veshnyak after that.

The Accusation of the Emperor

For months Veshnyak had showed repeated disruptive behavior, and had been reported by other members as showing unremarkable cruelty to the wounded and capture enemies both on and off the field of battle. His drive was malicious, as the man was driven by a mix of sadism and paranoia. When the Thunder Warriors were culled, he gathered his two closest allies, Mikhail and Atosh, to join him on an errand to speak to Hektor about the fate of the Astartes. They never made it to their Primarch leader, as Veshnyak had utterly lied about his intentions. With his two brothers on tow, he attempted to threaten and berate the Emperor himself. Veshnyak did not comprehend the immense power of the Master of Mankind, and he was overwhelmed mentally by his psychic might in moments.

A taint had taken hold in the Marine's soul, which the Emperor made a point to show to all those of his court. Hektor had been speaking to Nomenir about the conduct of Veshnyak at the Palace while this happened, leading to both of them arriving at the scene. Veshnyak was forced to confess all his crimes in detail, which have been stricken from the Imperial records for their profaneness. The Emperor made this man an example, by showing the Marines what could happen if they did not act as proper exemplars of humankind. Mikhail and Atosh both fell to their knees, begging for forgiveness. All that is known of that day was Veshnyak was executed, and Hektor pleaded for the lives of the two other members of Squad 24.

Ever since then, the Legionnaires of the XXIIIth Legion swore never to take on a name until one was given to them. They cleared their old paint schemes and purged the old records of their deeds, only being accounted in the works of others during the Unification Wars. Many decades later, Hektor would give them the cognomen 'Silver Cataphracts', for their unpainted armor and unstoppable, yet ponderous advances during the early Great Crusade era.

The Deluge

"The less said of those days, the better."

Master of Arms, Byk

The time spent ingloriously fighting battles on behalf of the Imperium between the Unification Wars and the finding of their Primarch was known by the Veterans of the Legion as the Deluge. The name Silver Cataphracts was used because Hektor had given them it, otherwise it would have fallen off like the other names given by their comrades. To the Scions of Europa they were known as 'The Grey Death,' and by the Steel Marshals they were known as, "The Brothers Repentant.' In every battle they fought with clear distinction, but annoyed the other Primarchs with their slow progress and unwillingness to join the fray in close combat.

Ranosmir perished in this time, when is not recorded for the Cataphracts did not believe they deserved honors or even mention. As did Baroslav, who was echoed to have first heard and accepted the name 'Silver Cataphracts' from Hektor. This time is not well regarded by the Veterans, but many became the perfect vessels for Alexandri's teachings and the Rosskan culture by going through this depressing episode which slowly eroded away the zealotry and replaced it with cold, hard, reason.

It was Roman Albrecht's guidance which helped the Legion. While Hektor maintained the Sacred Band, Roman took a direct hand in guiding the leaderless Legions. His own Marshals gave the Cataphracts peers to lean on, and people to aspire to match. It kept the flame of hope alive within them, however muted it was. The tenants learned during this time stayed with the core of the Legion even into the days of the Scouring, when few Veterans still lived to remember Albrecht's wisdom. It is not known when, but Sergei took an interest in speaking to both the surviving members of the Sacred Band within the Cataphracts along with Primarch Roman himself.

Discovery of Alexandri

"Imagine our disappointment when we learned this place was our home."

Grand Officer of the Legion, Sergei

The momentary joy of their Primarch's discovery died shortly upon arrival to their new home. The 24th Legion were not welcomed to this place with open arms but armed suspicion. Alexandri had ruled Rosskar for years before their arrival, facing attempt after attempt on his life. The Emperor's own arrival had soured his mood further with the destruction left in the wake of his Father's exit. The Legionnaires were brought to a huge assembly hall, where they were disarmed of all equipment. Alexandri told them that they would never be trusted by him if they were not at least Rosskans. So he was going to make them into Rosskans. Stripped of all status and rank, the Marines were then escorted into the streets of the Central Plain, the largest city on Rosskar.

The entire process was a test, to select the traits in which Alexandri would come to rely on in the coming wars. Thousands merely existed, doing oddjobs and physical labor they were predisposed towards. It was easy for them to become minors, laborers, and lumberjacks. But a few hundred rose above these simple desires, choosing to become leaders and organizers. A few even became the leaders of cities. While the nobles would nominally own the territory, they would hold the cards between the underground organizations and other lesser nobility. One though stood out from all others. He was Sergei, who had not only located the headquarters of Alexandri's legendary Secret Police, but also infiltrated it and subverted it to allow him to speak to the Primarch personally. His progenitor was so impressed, he was promoted on the spot.

It did not take long until all the Silver Cataphracts were summoned to the place they had originally been ushered out of. Here those who showed cunning and ambition were promoted, ensuring the brightest and best among the Legion's ranks would lead while those without a particular care for ingenuity stayed as line troops. Thousands of recruits were selected as the Legion enjoyed a massive boom in numbers. The remaining members of the Sacred Band weren't particularly favored over their brothers, but a few showed some potential for leadership same as they did on Terra years ago. But Alexandri limited their influence best he could, knowing their ideals of honor and brotherhood could pollute the true purpose of the Astartes, in his mind at least. They were tools of war, to be used. Nothing more, nothing less.

The old Cataphracts had not died with a bang, but a whimper. The new twenty-fourth Legion was born from the corpse.

The Campaign of Astral Woe

"I shall never forget the screams of the innocent, who were put into the snow same as the guilty."

Supreme Commander of Rosskar, Alexey

The Campaign Of Astral Woe was a series of protracted and vicious engagements fought by the Silver Cataphracts and Mastodontii Legions on the periphery of the Lenard Deeps region during the mid phase of the Great Crusade's progress into the Galactic East. On the far eastern side of the galactic core, the Lenard Deeps was home to a menagerie of notable xenos life forms, many of which were sentient and almost all lethal, having competed bloodily in petty wars with each other since time immemorial. That region was shared by a number of human Enclaves and Empires, who had allied with and fought those Xenos in their endless feuds and wars.

The Hektor Heresy

One of the greatest of all regrets among the Silver Cataphracts and their numerous successors is the absence they had in the fateful events which forged the Imperium. Just before the onset of the Heresy, Alexandri had amassed the full might of his Legion to end the ever increasing Yaotl raids upon Imperial territories at the borders of the Segmentum Pacificus. Upon hearing of the Warmaster's betrayal however, the Primarch immediately made arrangements with local human warlords. Scores of imperial worlds found themselves under the rule of new, despotic offworlders - though these pirates and raiders, now legitimized, were able to provide protection from the xenos that Alexandri could not if he were to make a bid to save the Imperium.

At first, the Cataphracts did not press straight towards Rosskar. Instead they consolidated power in Pacificus, ensuring the loyalties of several planetary authorities to align not to Hektor, but to the Emperor. The surge of support towards the Great Betrayer was dumbfounding to many within the ranks of the Legion seeing people blindfully ignore the stability and reason brought forth by the Emperor's rule. When word came of a surprise assault upon the Silver Cataphract's homeworld, immediately the full might of the Legionnaires sped towards their home system.

Nomenir then staged his legendary a coup d'état attempt, rushing in with a single squad of Terminator veterans alongside fifty other battle brothers. The attempt was to kill Alexandri, then bring a formal vote on whether or not to side with Hektor. Sergei had gone along with the plan, but the moment they entered the bridge Alexandri acted immediately as if already knowing the attack was coming. The doors shut close, and it was revealed that both the squad of Terminators and forty of the fifty supposed traitors were plants by Sergei as well. Nomenir and his traitors were cut down bloodily, but the attempt made Alexandri paranoid about further unrest in the Legion. He delayed the race to Rosskar to search the fleet for any sign of corruption, but it came up short to any results.

They would not arrive until sixteen months later, two months after the Steel Marshals Legion had arrived with Roman Albrecht at the head.

The Scouring

Rosskar was cold, silent, and nearly dead. A half-dead patient on life-support. Alexandri set the Legion alongside the Void Angels and Steel Marshals, hunting down relentlessly the forces of the Traitors. Several planets were cleansed of life, as the Primarch saw little use in fighting for targets which could be repopulated later. The Silver Cataphracts fought endless battles stretching their already taxed numbers extremely thin. Little more than half their strength remained when it came time to put an end to the infamous movement of the Bulwark.

The Bulwark Empire was the hardest campaign fought in this time. Alexandri strode out personally in a rare display of front line leadership alongside Roman Albrecht, to face Sebastian Rex. The Legion suffered from the loss of two fathers that day, as Alexandri was reduced to a husk of his former self and Roman Albrecht was consumed by the explosion. Long dirges were held in the ruins of Rosskar, with many singing hymns to the fallen Marshals in place of those Cataphracts that had died. They believed those brothers deserved to be beheld above even them, for all they had done for the dour Rosskan sons.

It was during this time when Alexandri chose to accelerate the training progress, to push the limits of the process in which Astartes were produced. Despite numerous warnings by Byk, Sergei, and Galash this continued on leading to the first of many failures in the geneseed to become pronounced. First was the loss of the Belcher's Gland, which heralded a series of coming losses in organs. The Cataphracts regained their numbers in record times, able to press the advantage on the Traitors and finish off the last few bastions in realspace. By the time the Scouring had come to an end, the Cataphracts had lost almost every organ possessed by the Astartes.

Seeking out guidance from Sergei, the decision was made with the rising ambitions of Alexandri putting at stake all that which the Cataphracts had fought to preserve. The Legionary Commander arranged for him to be put to rest by the agents who had sought his destruction for so long. His fall was swept away quietly and there was no ceremony for him. His corpse was burned to ashes and the Legion disbanded into Chapters as per the Codex Astartes during the Second Founding. Since little beyond culture help the Chapters together, they posses little identity to their origins. Out of all the Loyalist Legions, Chapters from the Silver Cataphracts are the most apathetic to their mother Chapter and Legionary past.

Legion Doctrine

Always pragmatic, the Silver Cataphracts prefer to wear their enemies down over an extended period of time throughout an engagement rather than attempt to bet the fate of an entire campaign on a single battle. Relying on an excess of troops and material the Silver Cataphracts usually maintain a sustained assault coinciding along multiple fronts. Seen as cowardly by most fellow Legions, the Legion brushes aside such petty opinions displaying their numerous orderly successes with limited casualties compared to the more zealous Legions. They focus on tactics which work, whittling down forces in long protracted engagements. This does however break down when forced to wage a limited campaign, either in time or resources. Their victories always come at a high price in material or are a long time coming, taking sometimes twice as long as others.

Though no strangers to the carnage of melee fighting, they rarely commit themselves to a charge or throw themselves into the thick of a clash. In symmetrical warfare with battle lines and fortifications they are able to dominate the field with pounding artillery assaults, overlapping lines of fire, and an overwhelming amount of forces present. Foes which strike before a response can be assessed, or those who hit from within are able to reap great damage upon the Legion. They do best when facing a standard army which takes the field, attempts to hold objectives, but to face a fluid broken apart force with a decentralized organization brings massive casualties. No where more is this exemplified than when the Cataphracts fought the Iron Rangers.

Within the combat philosophy of the Cataphracts, they hold success in the highest regard. Victory is the only justification necessary for them. They are willing to resort to any tactic, to adopt any stance they need to in order to achieve a lasting, meaningful victory. The major losses are avoided, and thus the Cataphracts usually guard themselves with a thick web of auxiliaries either in the form of the Imperial Army or the Strelky. A single Cataphract may even have a whole squad of mortal warriors at his beck and call, along with squad Sergeants directing whole companies.

A major driving force for cooperation with other Legions is to copy what works for those Legions and what doesn't, applying it to their own strategies. The Cataphracts abhor the idea of glory, as they solemnly march on to the taxing duty of warfare. Honor is a fool's word to their minds, the notion having no place on the battlefield. Never are the Cataphracts malicious or cruel for no reason. The belief of killing for killing's sake is the worst crime in their eyes, as is the pointless waste of human lives. The key word in that sentence though is pointless, as they will happily sacrifice a few for the many.

Most often the Cataphracts will paint themselves in camouflage, using their normal colors only when such measures would be pointless. Constantly they assault the enemy, but in their own measured way. On the squad level, there are several ways in which they pick off their foes. Taking out a few sentries here, or making a night raid upon a camp to sow panic there. On a broader scale, these attacks are done to cause cumulative losses to the enemy, wearing down their combat effectiveness one chip at a time. When acting as a larger whole the Cataphracts normally they focus on cutting off supply and enemy isolating forces to allow them to be attacked piecemeal and at their leisure.

Legion Organization

Due to the nature the Silver Cataphracts prided themselves on being organized and orderly in warfare. Several formations deviating from the normal layout were produced, based on actual effectiveness rather than neat division. The main fighting unit was the Army, led by an Army Commander. Army Commanders had to prove themselves personally to the Primarch in games of skill and intelligence, showing they had the capabilities to think ahead and prove they could comprehend complex manoeuvres. Army Commanders who would further prove themselves would then be reevaluated again, and if they were found worthy, would be promoted to Group Commander who would sometimes have to manage two campaigns at once with an Army split among two different expedition fleets.

There was only ever two Overseers of Operation, but towards the beginning of the Heresy rumor was of a third planned to be promoted but never was. They would coordinate the Legion, keeping them connected and in as close to near constant communication as possible among galactic distances. Helping them in this task was the Grand Officer of the Legion, of which there was only one for the entire history of the Legion. This rank utterly invalidated all others both in the Strelky and in the Legion, and the word of the Grand Officer could only be matched by the Primarch alone. This was to allow decisive action be taken in case the Primarch was unavailable somewhere else for any reason.

The main unit fighting beside the Expedition Fleets was the Army. In the Dierex campaign, the Heresy, and Scouring however Battlegroups were deployed throughout to face considerable areas of resistance then break up into several parts to strike out at any number of planets. This allowed for the Silver Cataphracts to sweep over entire Sectors as if they were a tide. An endless sea of armored grey which crushed its foes under the boots of their advance.

The Strelky were also closely integral to how the Legion operated with the Rosskan mortals filling in gaps between the formations, giving them additional support and firepower. Every Marine held the rank of Sergeant in the Strelky, Sergeants of the Legion held the position of Captain, and Captains themselves were Colonels in the Strelky. An Overseer of Operations held equivalency with the Marshal-General of the Strelky too. The highest position available was Grand Officer of the Legion, which could be held in addition to another rank within the Legion.

Specialist Ranks

The Witchborn

The Witchborn is the name given to the gifted among the Legion's ranks, of which there were few. But they were powerful, particularly for their dabbling in the arcane. Trained in the ways of the Covens of old, in secret and very rarely the Librarius practiced witchcraft and sorcery. They would use is sparingly, and usually onto to augment their own natural ability. The Witchborn would have attendees and female Psyker students who would take care of the lore for the Legion, as they would focus exclusively on augmenting their abilities above all else.

Little is known about the Witchborn after the Heresy. It seems most Chapters made them into regular Librarians, but rumor is a few have gone back to the old ways. Even going so far as to train their own witches as servants.

The Huscarls

Due to the lack of Assault Marines in the Legion, and the large lack of melee enthusiasm among the ranks, Byk of the Sacred Band took it upon himself to forge ahead with an elite core of capable close combatants. Wielding massive adamantium tower shields and crackling power axes, the Huscarls saved the Legion many times when their usual tactics would fail them. Rigorously would the Huscarls train, battling themselves in sometimes day long sparing matches in which they would use fake practicing axes but wear full equipment otherwise. They were the backbone of the Legion, what they would fall upon when under a vicious charge or stunning route.

However, the Huscarls were only ever a defensive formation, failing when it came to the need to press the attack. In the successors exists a small core of them among the forced upon Assault Marine squads. They are the epitome of what few Cataphracts who desire melee can aspire towards.

The Varan

The elite First Battlecompany had an even more exclusive and prided unit within, named the Varan. These fifty Terminators had all sworn oaths of binding fealty towards their Primarch, promising to defend him with their lives. Years of hidden rebellion had warped Alexandri's mind to always suspect danger from every source, his eyes watching constantly. Sergei was chosen for his honesty and ingenuity, strangely not having a desire to command but to serve. Still, a thin layer of mistrust was sown during the Campaign of Astral Woe, forcing Alexandri to create a formation specifically to disallow his person being threatened like that again.

The Varan were an exception among the Legion. Most Terminators of the Legion preferred assault cannons or autocannons, sometimes taking two into battle at once. The Varan used two massive poweraxes, what a Thunderhammer is to a Power Sword. They dual-wielded these weapons, whirling and swinging them into their enemies with a scything fury. All the Varan perished in the battle against Sebastion Rex, most dying during the battle, the rest succumbing to the blast from the Hidden Rex's final goodbye.

Organization Breakdown

The following is an overview of all Legionary divisions during the Great Crusade and Heresy. These formations acted mostly independent of one another during the Great Scouring, however.

Early Crusade

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• Joint Strategic Battlegroup (Entire Legion, all Strelky Regiments Available), led by a Grand Officer of the Legion.
• Battlegroup (60,000 Marines, Fourteen Hundred Regiments of Strelky), led an Overseer of Operations.
• Assaultgroup (30,000 Marines, Seven Hundred Regiments of Strelky), led by a Group Commander.
• Army (15,000 Marines, Three to Four Hundred Regiments of Strelky), led by an Army Commander
• Battalion (7,500 Marines, One to Four Hundred Regiments of Strelky), led by a Junior Army Commander.
• Battle Company (1,000 Marines, One Hundred Regiments of Strelky), led by a Captain.
• Company(500 Marines, Four Companies of Strelky), led by a Lieutenant.
• Assault Squad(50 Marines, Ten Platoons of Strelky), led by a Praporshchik(Senior Sergeant).
• Battle Squad(10-20 Marines, Five Platoons of Strelky), led by a Sergeant.

Late Crusade and Post-Heresy

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• Joint Strategic Battlegroup (Entire Legion, Three Hundred Fifty Thousand Strelky Regiments Available), led by a Grand Officer of the Legion.
• Battlegroup (60,000 Marines, Fifty Hundred Regiments of Strelky), led an Overseer of Operations.
• Assaultgroup (30,000 Marines, Fifteen Hundred Regiments of Strelky), led by a Group Commander.
• Army (15,000 Marines, Three to Four Hundred Regiments of Strelky), led by an Army Commander
• Battle Company (1,000 Marines, Fifty Regiments of Strelky), led by a Captain.
• Assault Company(500 Marines, Ten Regiments of Strelky), led by a Senior Lieutenant.
• Company(100 Marines, Two Companies of Strelky), led by a Lieutenant.
• Assault Squad(50 Marines, Ten Platoons of Strelky), led by a Praporshchik(Senior Sergeant).
• Marine Squad(10 Marines, Five Platoons of Strelky), led by a Sergeant.

Legion Equipment

The Silver Cataphracts have always had an enormous amount of Marines, growing well beyond their ability to arm them sufficiently. Some Marines had to make do with outdated equipment such as lesser grades of power armor even. Having no concept of the term 'conservation', the Cataphracts have been recorded to use twice the amount of projectiles than other Legions in the field. Bolt shells are extremely time consuming to replace, leading many in the Legion to prefer wielding heavy stubbers or other ammunition effective solutions. Even after the breaking of the Legion in the Second Founding, many use special patterns of tri-linked lasguns or heavy stubbers to help lighten the load on their Techmarines who work tirelessly to produce more munitions.

Squad Sergeants of the Silver Cataphracts prefer to forgo the usual armament of melee weaponry, choosing instead to use a simple bolter or even use a plasma gun. The Captains almost never engage their foes in pitted close combat either, focusing all their attention on leading and directing the Marines under their charge. Huge vox-modules can be seen attached to each Captain, along with a vast array of grenades and pistols. The pistols are of many kinds and types, all for different purposes if the Captain needs to pull them out in a flash. Specialized auto-stubbers for the unamored, plasma pistols for heavy foes, and Inferno pistols for the truly remarkable opponents.

The Cataphracts maintain much of their equipment, making small modifications with the overseeing of a Techmarine. Many have small improvements, usually pertaining to the individual themselves. Famously Silver Cataphracts successors loot equipment from the battlefield in accordance to their old Legionary traditions. This usually leads to minor amounts of xeno-tech to be added to the armoury, which is only tolerated because normally the Cataphracts can be trusted to always hand them over if the Inquisition desires so. As long as this unspoken understanding exists, they are able to keep their spoils. For a time.

Notable Members

Byk, the Giant

"Be just and fear not!"

Byk was a member of the Sacred Band, famed for his stature above his brothers standing a full five inches higher than the standard Marine. His amazing strength was due to a gene-seed mutation, perhaps an early sign of the strain's instability. Despite this, he proved utterly loyal to the Emperor and devoted to his cause in all his conduct. Little is known about him before his days in Hektor's service. Even though records of the time are scarce, he was known to have carried Ranosmir's body from the battle field to be properly buried as ancient Terran rites dictated.

Out of all the Silver Cataphracts, Byk exemplified the qualities they normally shunned. His heart was to both honor and kindness, taking part in public displays of his strength to encourage soldiers when not training on planets during a campaign. He is best known for his boisterous demeanor and perpetual smile. Byk formed the Huscarls after seeing that his presence stopped a full route during a fight with melee-oriented Xenos forces. His decision led to a small backbone of defensive minded martial forces which helped to aid his Legion in countless battles.

Byk died in battle with a Khornate Bloodletter during the Scouring, his final act to tackle the creature off a cliff-face after being disemboweled.

Sergei, the Regent's Hand

"I never wanted for anything. Because I seized it."

This crucial Legionnaire to the Silver Cataphracts was originally born as an orphan named Jak, on Terra. His parents had been killed fighting for the Emperor's armies in the Unification Wars, leaving him to roam the urban sprawl alone. Despite not having anyone in life, he fought hard to succeed even at a young age. Using guile, cunning, and his abnormal adolescent strength he cheated his way to a relatively happy life. His youthful life of crime led him to being arrested after sneaking into an Imperial Army encampment to loot their stores of food. Before being sent to a penal colony, his musculature brought the attention of an officer who sent the boy Jak to be tested for gene-seed compatibility.

After being inducted into the 24th Legion, Jak's combat history along with many others is a total mystery as all the time between the Unification Wars and the arrival of Alexandri went unrecorded. He immediately changed his name to a more Rosskan one, as did many Legionnaires. His efforts were at first to come to the top of the nobility in a certain city, showing his usefulness to the Primarch. Rumors though of the terrified populace reached him of the elusive Secret Police, who without failure crushed the rebellious dreams of the impassioned youth. His efforts into unearthing them eventually led him to manipulating the structure, blackmailing many members until figuring out the man who was managing all the separate cells. After usurping his role, Sergei met with his Primarch in a fateful night at his Palace.

Unlike many Marines, Sergei fully embraced the ideals of hard reason and cold calculation demanded by their Rosskan home. Alexandri entrusted him above all other Marines, choosing him to train the first generation of Rosskan recruits which added a full ten thousand to the Legion's ranks. He was later placed as both the Captain of the First Company and Grand Officer of the Legion for his spectacular tactical insight.

Sergei was above all things, a pragmatist. His harsh live conditioned him to only value strength, but his Marine training had instilled within him certain ideals. He made most other Silver Cataphracts see that their actions were necessary to the overall benefit of all mankind. His decision to follow Alexandri was not out of blind loyalty but of understanding that his strong rule brought much needed stability to the regions governed by him.

Secretly, Sergei was responsible for the death of his Primarch. Perhaps being the only Marine in history to personally execute his own gene-father.

Nomenir, the Traitor Poet

"We are all killers. The Emperor is a killer, Hektor is a killer, I am a killer. Will this new galaxy we are making have a use for killers?"

Nomenir was a kind soul before being trained up on Terra into the ranks of the first Astartes. He had come from an enclave of citizens who lived in the northern slavic wastes free from war for some time. As a result of the genetic purity, he proved the perfect candidate for the Emperor's program. He accepted his training dutifully, being assigned into the twenty-fourth squad of the Sacred Band on Hektor's own behest. Nomenir had an affinity for the arts unlike any other, and made lyrical ballads for his comrades before and after battle was met during the Pacification of the Merica Hives.

He was horrified by the squads tactics at the Culling of Hive Neya'yrk. He came to Hektor months later to discuss the conduct of his comrade, Veshnyak. Was it not for the bond of trust developed between he and the Primarch, then three of the Sacred Band would die the day Veshnyak chose to accuse the Emperor. Nomenir would stop his practices of forming songs or poems for some time until coming to Rosskar. His creativity flourished along with Toren's, as both created the basis of the Cataphracts cultures. Nomenir never fully accepted Alexandri however, always holding in his heart hope for Hektor to one day be in command of all the armies of mankind. And that day came.

Not fully understanding the ramifications of Hektor's rebellion, the poet grabbed those of his brothers he could. Twisting their minds to say it was about giving a choice to the Marines, to throw off the shackles holding them down by Alexandri for long enough. His voice spoke eloquently of the purity of Hektor's vision despite never even talking to the Warmaster since Terra all those years ago. He convinced those few with doubts he could to join him, which led them all to their doom when his confidant Sergei betrayed him to Alexandri's guards. He was disposed of in space without proper rites.

Toren, the Legionary Painter

"If this life is what we make of it, then we shall make good brothers."

Toren came from the Black Sea, on the Fortress Island of Crim. His upbringing made him at the age of ten a perfect candidate for the Emperor's armies. He was given up to the Golden Conqueror along with other boy soldiers as a gift. While many went into the Astartes program, he was the only one to make it to the Sacred Band. His life was nothing but war, he focused on it exclusively. But Hektor had chosen him to open his mind to all of warfare, to read its histories. Once he had done so, he decided to write down the stories of his comrades. His book, the Chronicle of the Deluge is the only tome written about the Twenty-fourth Legion during their time leaderless after the Unification Wars. It is a sparse journal written down between battles, keeping track of sparse details before they are lost to memory forever.

Coming to Rosskar was fully illuminating to Toren though. For years, he had struggled to accurately describe events with words alone. On Rosskar, he was the only Marine to take up the humble craft of artistry. No longer would he craft images with phrases, or lyrics like Nomenir, but with color. With life. His images are described as both poignant and vibrant, assaulting the eyes with their brightness. Rather than form depressing scenes with darker colors, he chose to keep it fully illuminated. So the horror was all the more clear. His masterpiece, the Holocaust of Rosskar which the Siege would be renamed to because of the piece itself, depicts a melding of his style with the more traditional. Rather than show a battle scene, he chose instead to focus upon a fleeing mass of civilians. All wearing clothing that is, normal, ordinary, regular. Painfully dull compared to the rags most people put on mobs. In the background is the shapeless forms of the Sons of Fire, barely visible from the clouds of smoke, with glowing red eyes. A few people are being caught by this personifying wall of soot and flame, being exploded into balls of agony upon touching it.

Toren was never the same after the Siege on Rosskar. He pressed himself further, crafting some of his most remembered pieces. 'The Wings of Victory Restored', in honor of the Void Angels Legion depicting Gaspard Lumey standing centerpiece after the lifting of the Siege of Terra with Marshal Jeanne d'Orléans titled as 'the Maiden of Ciban' on his left and Antoine Antonelle who had fallen in the Battle of Rai. He is simply named in the piece with the word 'Papa'. Gold and blue is used to the point of ludicrously in the piece, with the ebony of the Primarch's skin serving as perfect contrast to the vivid style. Toren had learned much from Alexey Ibirien about the Void Angels, and serving alongside them during the Great Scouring had come to appreciate them deeply.

'The Dirge of the Father' was drawn at this time as well, showing the surviving Primarchs weeping at the feet of their comatose creator. 'The Strelky Triumphant' is a sad piece that shows nothing but a field of bodies with a single wandering soldier holding a flower, looking for purpose.

Toren died at Cadia, fighting one of the last battles of the Scouring. Upon looking at the Eye, he noted something had tugged at him from within. A day later, he fell in battle after charging suicidally at the enemy lines with a grenade in hand. He ended the skirmish quickly, but many noted the sacrifice was unneeded.

Galash, the Witch

"I never enjoyed others of my kind. Rarely can they take a joke well."

Galash was plagued by migraines throughout his life, but they increased in severity after he was implanted with gene-seed. He was chosen by Hektor himself to be groomed for command due to his natural wisdom and affinity for learning. It only appeared much later that he was a latent Psyker, his abilities only manifesting long after he had matured. Even then, his strength was limited and his finesse was abysmal leading him to never use his powers. He continued to shun his warp-affiliated side up until he was examined by Alexandri who sensed his psychic pain. The two immediately struck a dialogue, not a verbal one but a mental connection. The Primarch saw an ally in Galash, choosing to train him as a Witch in the tradition of Rosskar's long dead Covens.

Using his meagre Psyker capabilities, Galash was able to use Sorcery to augment his ability. Rituals and lore bridged the gaps of power, allowing him to grow every more able. He was chosen to speak on behalf of the Silver Cataphracts at Nikeae, citing the use of Sorcery was but a tool. His argument along with many others for the use of Psykers was rejected. The wisened Sacred Band member confided in Alexandri over the treatment of the Voidwatcher, saying that the whole Council was nothing more than an excuse to but the Black Auger's Primarch on trial.

Galash led the Witchborn into combat, the Librarians of the Silver Cataphracts. After the Heresy, upon Alexandri's orders out of fear of what Gaspard Lumey would do to the order once he realized the Legion had refused the Nikeae Decree disappeared into the galaxy. He has yet to be discovered to this day, but it is said that he and his Witchborn appear randomly to aid the Imperium's armies in times of need.

Kharikov, Chapter Master

"Has it been so long that people forget what an even hand feels like?"

The Kuzgeta Sector is rife with problems. Heretic cults arise every month on the many horrid planets. Rosskar itself in a state of semi-civil war between the few holdouts of the Imperial Truth, the maddened crows of zealous Imperial Faithests, and the mutated hordes that arise from the Heresy Zones. At the center of this mayhem is Kharikov, the two thousand year old Chapter Master of the Silver Cataphracts.

Despite his age, Kharikov still appears lively and spirited. This is believed to be due to a beneficial gene-seed mutation, which perhaps has given him some form of extreme longevity. However, Kharikov produces no gene-seed himself, and thus it can never be passed down the ranks. As he is a later generation Cataphract, he bears all the same loss of organs as many of the successors to the fateful Legion do.

Kharikov studied those who came before him, choosing to find a balance between Sergei's at times benevolent style, and Alexandri's soul crushingly brutal doctrine. He acts fair but just in all his dealings. As Chapter Master of the Cataphracts, he is solely responsible for nearly the entirety of the Kuzgeta Sector as many of his predecessors were before him. He is the one who maintains the area, checking on the various Planetary Governors and Lords. He deals with the Mechanicus, ensuring a steady balance is maintained between them and the Imperial Guard units. While his Chapter's level of micro-management in sector politics is worrisome, it has kept the section of space as a beacon of stability in an otherwise turbulent storm of Heresy, Aliens, and Chaos.

Culture

The way of the Silver Cataphracts is to accept the loss of one's self. Not an elimination of an individual, but the acceptance that death is inevitable. At any time, any one can die. Even the Emperor. This leads many of the Legion to become dour, self-reflected, and somber. This process is done by heavy indoctrination, but not psycho-indoctrination instead it is accomplished by a series of debates and speeches that last months. The Neophyte once properly demoralized is then told of the various failings of humanity, and is taught the darker parts of the species's history. But then hope is sparked by telling them the simplicity of life. That there is nothing better than the normal person, fulfilling their lives without ambition, malice, but modest cares such as food and family. It is the place of the Cataphracts to ensure these people live, that as many people can live in this humble way.

This produces Marines not swallowed up with pride or with delusions of glory, but instead creates hard soldiers who are willing to do anything to achieve victory for humanity's betterment. While some may say it is for the good of all they do this, others are simply here to complete a job. Many within the ranks of the Cataphracts consume themselves with Rosskan culture to help cope with the terrifying training they've received. Again, no memory wiping or psycho-indoctrination exists, leading many to still remember what it was to be human. A few even take part in drinking rotgut brews to forget their troubles when in between campaigns. Or to celebrate victories with their comrades, human and Astartes.

Commonly viewed as fatalistic, a Cataphract Legionnaire simply has accepted his death as an inevitability. Without the illusion of a glorious demise or an honorable life, this leaves them reclusive and quiet individuals. A precious few among their number have a unique spark within them. The desire to either make things better for themselves, or for everyone. These members usually possess qualities of their Primarch, being gifted with skills in leadership and wisdom. Sometimes they are admired, other times they are looked down upon. No matter what, they rise to positions of power within the Legion in little time.

The Rite of Purpose

Before even becoming Neophytes, each inductee of the Silver Cataphracts and their various successor chapters must accept the inevitability of death. To them, their whole purpose is to die. To spend their lives dearly for others. To be a soldier is to be a man who cannot create, but merely destroy. Even gunsmiths of the highest caliber are only architects of further destruction. The Rosskan Wars, before the Primarch, are perfect examples of pointless warfare. Marauding bands of brigands taking advantage of the meek and helpless, the simple folk. Raiding them for supplies, taking advantage of their bodies, butchering them as they please. All the while serving to do nothing but further the aims of men who care nothing for their lives or anyone else's. This example of the soldier has never left the Rosskans, ever.

The Cataphracts would then aim purify the image, but it would forever still be tarnished by the fact that they are bringers not of life, but of fire. Underneath Alexandri they believed in their purpose. He was a ruler who would do whatever it took to achieve prosperity for the largest amount of people. After he fell, the Legion was without its center. But then Byk the Giant formed the Rite of Purpose. Over time, his monumental first act would mutate into a Chapter based ritual that survives in most successors of the Legion to the forty-first millennium.

All the Neophytes must first be gathered in a small space. Just big enough to fit them, and one Chaplain without armor. The Neophytes then must recite the names of every person they have ever met, that was not a soldier. The Cataphracts do not see themselves above the standard Imperial Guardsman. They understand the physical differences, the greater tactical potential, the wider strategic ability. But in all other regards they are one in the same. Once the Neophytes had done this, they must memorize those names and everything about them. At least a single sentence for strangers, and four for family members.

The Neophyte must return to the Chaplain each week afterwards for the next year reciting each of the names with a modest description. There is no reward for this. It is not even required of the Neophytes. But it is expected. It is to keep them reminded of why they fight, for those people they named, who will die in their lifetime. But what of their children? And their children's children? And of all the people like them across the Imperium? The Silver Cataphracts see themselves as the protectors for a realm that needs them, but does not want them. Not angels, only soldiers.

Geneseed Successors

The geneseed of the Silver Cataphracts is one of the most copious in existence. This has allowed for a great multitude of successors to develop over the the many foundings. While this is true, the geneseed has deteriorated due to rapid training and harvesting of the geneseed during the Great Scouring. The Haemastamen, the Sus-an Membrane, the Ossmodula, the Omophagea Implant, the Catalepsean Node, and the Belcher's Gland are not longer compatible with the Cataphracts or their successors. Despite this, it is still valued for its high production rate compared to all other kinds of geneseed.

Commonly Cataphracts successor have numbers well beyond the established limits set, though this is not by design but as a result of multitudes of gene-stock. The use Imperial Guard regiments in a manner reminiscent of the Strelky of yore is similarly common. However due to the nature of the Cataphract leadership, few Chapter Masters can stay subordinate to one commander for long leading cooperation to become difficult as a Crusade pushes on. A common trait in the successor Chapters is the development of their homeworlds into industrial bases to help give them an edge in material over their enemies. Curiously the Silver Cataphracts and their successors cooperate closely with the Inquisition, sharing many views on the necessity for certain inglorious actions and conduct. Though there is often intense arguments over the treatment of Psykers between the two groups.

Second Founding

True Sons of the Regent

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True Sons of the Regent
Battle Cry	"We fight for the future!"
Founding	Second Founding
Successors of	Silver Cataphracts
Chapter Master	Tilisen the Second
Primarch	Alexandri
Homeworld	Desmoxi
Strength	500+
Specialty	Raiding
Allegiance	Renegade
Colours	Silver, Light Grey, and Crimson

Sergei wanted to push all those fiercely loyal to the Primarch into one Chapter to help keep track of these uncommon, zealous elements. The True Sons of the Regent regarded their progenitor with utmost respect and reverence. His philosophy was recorded and taught as if it was religious text. His ideas on the Imperium were highly discussed and debated on the meaning as if scripture. Chaplains became theologians for this psuedo-Faith that flourished within the distant Chapter. They believed Alexandri truly was meant to be 'The Regent', meant to rule in the Emperor's stead if ever there was a reason for him to do so. Thus his word was as good as the Emperor's own, as their reasoning summarized.

The True Sons were always reclusive even by Cataphracts standards. Their homeworld was a colonized planet beyond the reaches of the Astronomicon. There in the realm of the Halo Stars they enjoyed total seclusion, protecting the Imperium at random intervals whilst keeping their lore and secrets. As the millennia dragged on, the Imperium worsened. The rise of tyrannical and evil rule became widespread. It was not even attempted to be stemmed in the slightest and in some cases even readily accepted. Religion took strong hold in the place of the Imperial Truth, tolerated since it gave the populace an opiate to sate themselves on. Even though they followed a cult of personality the True Sons demonized actual religious belief. Several times they had clashes with the Ecclesiarchy, incuring the wrath of the Ordo Hereticus.

On the world of Cyrona a Priest had cleansed one tenth of the population because he saw 'evil in their hearts'. The True Sons were helping collect tithe in system when hearing of this. A great battle raged between the Frateris Militia and the Imperial Guard assigned to the Cataphracts as the cleansing came to an end. The Space Marines swept in like a furious tide, killing every last member of the Adeptus Ministorum on the world. Any who wished to follow them were allowed to, leading to a massive population boon upon their homeworld.

The True Sons broke away from the Imperium, declaring they would no longer stand by and watch as world after world fell from within and without. Chaos planets burned where the Imperium was unable or unwilling to confront them. Hive Worlds were liberated from aristocracy and oppression, with the Imperial tithe still being paid but now with benevolent governments helped by the Cataphract's successor. Not all worlds were successful, but there was enough victories for the True Sons never to give up. Over the years however the constant warfare with all sides wore them down. A decision was made to become the ultimate pragmatists, even by their own parent Legion's standards.

Xenos who agreed not to endanger humans were accepted, some even fighting alongside the Chapter as auxiliaries. The Kroot were among the most cherished allies, seen as the truest of Xenos. Witches in the fashion of the old Rosskar Covens were used to great effect too. Imperial Guard forces abandoned in the wake of retreats or defeats were picked up, sworn in to obey the Chapter as the reborn Strelky. Elements of other Renegade Chapters were allowed in after thorough examination, as the taint of Chaos was still a major concern. The Inquisition has in recent history pursued this Chapter with the utmost fury, but due to their location in the fringes of mapped out space it is difficult to find their base. Some Inquisitors even muse the use of sorcery may give them a huge advantage, allowing them to make their own pathways in the warp.

The Waste Walkers

Waste Walkers
Battle Cry	None. Waste Walkers enter battle silently.
Founding	Second Founding
Successors of	Silver Cataphracts
Chapter Master	Elijah Shifrin
Primarch	Alexandri
Homeworld	Fleet-based
Strength	200
Specialty	Strategic planning
Allegiance	Loyalist
Colours	Dark Green, Dark Red, Red

There were some among the Silver Cataphracts for whom the loss of Rosskar and Alexandri was almost too much to bear. With their homeworld ravaged, their founder dead, and the Emperor's dream in ruins, these lost souls were little use to Sergei. The Waste Walkers were a dumping ground for the Legion's worst-affected Marines, numbering little more than a hundred souls. They were cast out into the void with little expectation that they would persevere. But the Waste Walkers have endured through the centuries, joylessly fulfilling the demands put upon them. They recruit solely from the orphans of war, catching up those young boys who are just as broken and lost as they are.

Although their instincts are dulled by melancholy, the Chapter is adept at forward thinking and planning. It is this trait, along with the low value they put on their own lives, that makes the Waste Walkers among the most popular Chapters to the Imperial Guard during a Crusade.

The ordinary soldier knows that these morose Astartes will not throw a life away for honour or passion, but only for the sake of grim necessity.

Members of the Waste Walkers are not so much recruited, as they are more adopted. As each recruit is an orphan, a neophyte is assigned to a squad which serves as his family in all sense of the word. They raise him, teach him, and shelter him. Sometimes they even forsake their born names to take on new ones given to them by the squad.

The current Chapter Master Elijah Shifrin is from a long line of commanders groomed by the last Chapter Master specifically for command. He is of remarkable good cheer compared to his predecessors, intent on growing the Chapter's numbers and protecting the soldiers underneath his charge. His mission is doomed for failure however, as he has set the Chapter to help Imperial Guard forces on the Eastern Fringe against the encroaching Tyranid menace. It will not be long until constant battle dwindles down this under strength Chapter into nothingness.

Twenty-first Founding

Seers of Winter

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The curse of the twenty-first did not spare the Cataphracts progeny. The only Chapter to survive this founding is the misbegotten Chapter of the Seers of Winter. The Seers had a horrible mutation in their geneseed, causing only one in one hundred recruits to live after ten years spent grafted with the genestock. Those handful that survived took specialist roles such as Chaplain or Librarian, with the few Captains living out their days along on ships with only the company of their Serfs to keep them company. Though hope was found when the Chapter Master came to a realization.

Not all their Marines needed to possess the geneseed. They could serve their Chapter as scouts indefinitely, only choosing to become full Marines on their own. While they had a ample supply of recruits, few ever survived after donning the Black Carapace. This allowed the Chapter to still operate, albeit in a limited capacity. Their small pocket of space is defended with a fury, fighting off Ork, Eldar, and Heretic alike. The Seers specialize in fast deployment, with a reliance on landspeeders and the element of surprise. Their scouts can stay behind enemy lines for months at a time wreaking havoc on the enemy from within. The lack of power armor means sometimes they must depend upon numbers, fielding at some times 30 Companies, all with scouts and landspeeders with the occasional Whirlwind or Predator company.

Alexandri, Primarch of The Silver Cataphracts

In summing up the life of Alexandri of Rosskar, it is right to judge him by his own standards - not out of sentiment, but because he viewed the galaxy soberly and correctly. Alexandri was not concerned with the love of the people, nor with gentleness and compassion. His whole existence was bound up with the struggle for Order, the only hope for mankind. Those who fret over the casualties of his campaigns miss the point. For every death caused by Alexandri's commands, a thousand more were saved.

If every general had done so much, we could lay down our arms and live in peace.

(Excerpt from Gaspard Lumey's Alexandri of Rosskar)

Alexandri of Rosskar was the ambitious primogenitor of the Silver Cataphracts. He came from the nobility of early Rosskar, eventually using his intelligence and cunning to lead a peoples' revolution against the upper class that had fostered him. In action he focuses on an pragmatic approach to life, always favoring the many over the few. He met his end by an assassin's bullet, after being weakened by a warp-bomb detonated by Sebastion Rex.