The Legiones Astartes

They were conceived as the perfect soldiers of a perfect dream: eighteen Legions of transhuman warriors, raised to reconquer a galaxy and deliver it into the hands of a reunited humanity. The Space Marine Legions of the Great Crusade were the mightiest instrument of war the species had ever forged, and for two centuries they were all but unstoppable. The Legiones Astartes were the closed fist of Unity, and where that fist fell, worlds bent the knee or burned.

Yet the same warriors who conquered a million worlds would one day turn upon the father who made them. To understand the Horus Heresy is to understand the Legions first: what they were, how they were built, and why beings created to be humanity's salvation could become its deadliest enemy.

The Forging of the Legions[edit]

Long before the first Legion marched to war, the Emperor of Mankind laboured in the hidden gene-vaults beneath Terra, distilling the genetic essence of the twenty superhuman generals He intended to lead His armies. These were the primarchs, and from their engineered gene-lines He grew the first Space Marines: warriors remade organ by organ into something greater than human, stronger and swifter and all but tireless, and terribly hard to kill. Each Legion carried the biological signature of one primarch, so that every Astartes was, in a sense, a lesser son of a single mighty father.

The primarchs themselves were not yet present, for they had been stolen away as infants and scattered across the stars by powers that feared what the Emperor might one day achieve. And so the earliest Legions fought the opening battles of the Crusade without their fathers, led by mortal officers and by the Emperor's own will, waiting for the day their true lords would be found.

Sons of Their Fathers[edit]

One by one, across decades of searching, each lost primarch was recovered from the far-flung world where fate had cast him. Every one was a demigod in his own right, a warlord or a philosopher, a monster or a saint, shaped by the harsh world that had raised him. When a primarch was at last reunited with the Legion grown from his gene-seed, that Legion became truly his, and he remade it in his own image, pouring his genius and his obsessions into his sons.

This was the great strength of the Legions and, in time, their fatal weakness. A primarch could elevate his warriors to undreamed-of heights, gifting them his own mastery of war, but he could also pass on his flaws, his resentments and his hungers. The Legion became a mirror of the man. When a primarch's soul darkened, hundreds of thousands of his sons darkened with him.

Eighteen Warrior Cultures[edit]

No two Legions were alike. Each had absorbed the character of its primarch and the traditions of the world that reared him, until the eighteen brotherhoods were as distinct as separate nations. The Ultramarines were the largest and most ordered, an empire-building host that prized law and civic virtue. The World Eaters were living weapons of slaughter, their minds surgically remade for rage. Others still pursued their own visions of war: the siege-masters of the Iron Warriors, grim and unforgiving; the shadowed raiders of the Raven Guard; the terror-mongering Night Lords; the fire-touched Salamanders, who loved the human beings they protected.

This diversity was a source of strength across a thousand different battlefields, for whatever a war demanded, some Legion was perfectly shaped to provide it. But it also bred rivalry and resentment, jealousies of glory and doctrine that festered for two centuries and that a clever enemy could one day turn into open hatred.

The Two That Were Erased[edit]

The Emperor created twenty primarchs, yet only eighteen Legions are ever named. Two of them, the Second and the Eleventh, were struck from every record: their primarchs unmade, their deeds and even their names erased so completely that not a single sanctioned chronicle admits they ever existed. Whatever befell them remains among the darkest secrets of the age, a deliberate silence at the very heart of Imperial history that the surviving Legions were forbidden to break. That such a thing could be done, and done so thoroughly, is a chilling reminder of how absolute the Emperor's authority once was.

An Institution of War[edit]

Each Legion was far more than a body of soldiers. It was a self-contained war-machine: a fleet of warships, a mobile armoury of tanks and gunships, cadres of Apothecaries to recover the precious gene-seed of the fallen, and companies numbering in their thousands. A Legion could conquer a world alone, yet it seldom did, for it went to war at the head of an entire civilisation of conquest. Beside the Astartes marched the tech-priests and battle-engines of the Mechanicum, the disciplined regiments of void-hardened human soldiery, and the towering god-machines of the Titan orders.

Together these forces made the Great Crusade the most powerful war effort in human history. At its heart stood the Legions, and at the heart of each Legion stood its primarch, a single will directing the strength of a hundred thousand superhuman warriors. It was a magnificent machine, and it had one catastrophic flaw: it depended entirely upon the loyalty of eighteen demigods.

The Great Betrayal[edit]

The turning began with the greatest of them all. When the Warmaster Horus, beloved first among the primarchs, was seduced by the dark powers of the warp, he did not fall alone. Through persuasion, deceit and the patient exploitation of old grievances, he drew half the Legions into rebellion, and the Great Crusade collapsed into civil war. Nine Legions stood with the Warmaster and nine remained loyal to Terra, and brothers who had fought side by side for two hundred years now cut one another down without mercy.

It was a betrayal on a scale the galaxy had never witnessed. Whole worlds burned as the traitor Legions turned the arts of compliance against the very Imperium they had built, and the loyalists were forced to make war upon their own kin. The wounds it opened have never fully healed.

What the Legions Became[edit]

The war ended with the Emperor broken upon the Golden Throne and the traitor Legions cast into the hell of the Eye of Terror. The victors learned a bitter lesson: never again could so much power be trusted to so few hands. In the reforging that followed, the surviving loyalist Legions were broken up into smaller, self-governing Chapters of a thousand warriors each, so that no single commander could ever again wield an army capable of toppling the Imperium.

The age of the Legions was over. But their gene-seed endures in the Space Marine Chapters of the present day, and every hero and every monster they have produced across ten thousand years is an inheritance of those eighteen brotherhoods, and of the day they turned upon their father.