Phorcys, Capital of the Vasenica sector[wip]

Phorcys, Capital of the Vasenica sector


The capital of Vasenica was not chosen, persay. Rather, Convenience overlapped with necessity as the Vasenica Crusade Frothed forth into the tumultuous void.

The Planet Phorcys it'self is a gas giant, It's chaotic and violent storms rolling across the skies while megafauna flit about  the thick and resource rich atmosphere. The Capital itself is composed of the swarm of satellites, space stations and orbital docks that swarm around this troubled giant. This vast array of installations center about the largest moon, who's entire surface and core has been consumed and overran by the Flying  buttress and vaulted cathedrals of the Sector Command's HQ. At least, In theory the HQ serves as the center, reality is quite a bit more complicated, with the politics of the sector being scattered throughout the Many orbitals. perhaps the most prominent among these orbitals are those of the administratum. They lay in a ring seated in the same orbit as the Head Quarter's moon. Together they serve as habs and work spaces combined, housing the billions of Adepts who allow the Administratum to churn ever forward, and the great cogitators and reams of paper that accompany their never ending task.

Behind the Admi-orbitals in sheer size or population but by no means grandeur the Ecclesiarchal  palace sinks its roots into the smallest, closest moon of Phorcys. In the bosom of this enraged planet, the hymns of the devoted ring out. The weight of their faith seems to be thrown to the planet itself, more than anything else. They say it takes a special kind of person to live in the orbit of a gas giant. It's surface is forever churning, it's size is mind-numbing, reinforced tenfold by its domination of the vault of the sky. Alas, most men are not special, and for the rest this common wisdom is given:  'It does not do well, to challenge the Giant with a man's gaze"

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Following the Palace, the individual docks of the Imperial navy Spread their fingers into the void, open and welcoming to all ships that follow the light of the God Emperor.  These docks serve as the primer refueling station in imperial space for many sectors,  Their tanks filled with the rare and powerful fuels that are harvested and processed from Phorcys atmosphere.  These fuels are given at cut rates compared to much of the local imperial sectors, Their composite materials 'on tap' so to speak from the planet itself.  The merchant houses work in tandem with the Admech and the Navy Command to keep the price of fuels in favor of Phorcys, tightening the Imperium's grip on the sector's economy.  And of course, with close cooperation comes boons for all, With the leading house's ships fueled before the rest, the Navy given the best of the best, and the supporting forge worlds given both protection and swift transport in return for the materials that the Docks and foundries of the Capital consume at an ever increasing rate.

 Though the Priests of Mars do not hold the capital of their conjoined empire in the orbital-systems of Phorcy, it has taken hold of  the farthest moon, An irregular captured asteroid dense with metallic elements.. From there the ruling sect, The Ring of Resonance, Parlays with the Imperial command, keeping a close eye on the pulse of their peers.

Among the titanic installations of the Imperium's Pillars, minor Adeptus and organizations flit about the gas giant in orbitals by the tens of dozens. Be they floating red light districts, Hydroponics platforms, or otherwise, these stations are rarely regulated and often left to their own devices, save for the ever scrying eye of the inquisition, Whose many sects, organizations and components lay roosted in any one of the dozen scattered moonlets, some grand and in the view of every power, Others dug into the ashen crusts, hiding away as they look ever outward, inward and wayward for the signs of taint and sedition.





The only human life that breathes this heavy air are the Harvest Clans, Tribes of specialists who operate Monumental atmospheric platforms that serve as both hunting platforms and mining vessels. While the platforms collect the riches of the storms the tribesmen hunt the native fauna