Galactial Slice: Brita-Kajarro

[Radon Mont]

"If you will excuse me a moment, I need to make a transmission." At the yes of the other he headed for the bridge. "Give me a one way to the commander of the Fourth," he said to the comm. officer. "Yes, sir!" The screen came up and he sent his message. "This is Moff Radon Mont to the Fourth. You are hereby ordered to go to Yavin and help out the rest of the forces. That is all." He ended the transmission and headed back to the council chamber. There, he returned to his seat, and spoke to the emmesary. "Well, do you have an answer?"

[sarin vorran]

Major Vorran pursed his lips and looked down at the grren orb of the Sorini capital as he stood behind the bridge viewports. His ships alone had pulverized every military installation on the planet below, opneing it up for invasion. The only thing left to do was make it happen. ' I jsut wish they would surrender. The task before us now abounds."

" Commander Avora, bring deploy fighters from their hangars and prepare for all ships for landing the invasion force. General Metoorin! Prepare your men. Get your troops to the transports and launch when they are fillled. All transports will fall in formation with the Fleet and prepare to invade. As soon as received final confiramtion, we will attack."

Minutes later, the first troop transports began to depoloy, little swrams from the ventral hull of the Destroyer. TIEs left their launch bays aboard the Akon to afford them protection, and when the time to land came, they would act as aerial support. The Fleet was almost ready. They waited for Admiral Lebron's word...

[Eric Vin Hofferstien]

Looking out at the window, towards the planet, he saw his home and his people. Wishing he were there again, he finally spoke up, his words meak and streaked with fear,

"N-no. We would like it if little Imperial ships came, only enough for defenssse.." He awaited the response from the Imperial Moff of the Borromeo Sector.

[Prince Kamon Vondiranach]

"In other words you want a small but powerful fleet. This I can do. One ISD, one dreadnaught, two Correllian Corvettes, and three pickets should do. How about that?"

[Radon Mont]

OOC: OOps sorry Eric. I posted the message by Prince Kamon Vondiranach. He is one of my other characters. Just act like I posted it.

[General Borodin]

Brita-Kajarro was an average sized planet, moderately industrialized. However most of that now lay in waste from the pounding turbolaser fire from the Vics above. Stragetically planned to hit military targets only, the ground troops would handle the surrendering of civilians. Borodin's mission was different.

"General, we'll be on the ground in ninety seconds."

Facing the back of the shuttle, he turned around to look inside the cockpit as he rose from his seat.

"Thank you. Don't forget to be back here in oh-two hundred hours."

Overhearing the brief conversation between the pilot and their General, the standing soldiers tilted their heads upwards and awaited further instructions.

"Men, you know the drill. Delta Group head eastward to your recon point and report back with visual confirmation. Beta Group, flank the complex on the left and get your snipers setup. Alpha group is with me, going through the middle."

"Aye aye, sir!"

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It was a small task force, twenty-one men in groups of seven, and all of them silently slipped out of the boarding hatch of the shuttle like a mother giving birth to a litter of babies. It was dusk, and the sun was settling below the city's skyline leaving shadows to follow behind the infiltrators. As instructed, the three groups split up and went their own ways with their own objectives. With their target laying 150 meters north of them, the east was to the right and the west to the left. Trudging through bushes, tall grass, and other plantlife, Beta Group made their way around to the left side of the building complex through the surrounding forest. On the opposite side, the seven lightly armed men of Delta Group went to high grounds with backpacks full of recon equipment; binoculars, sensitive sound recievers, infrared and heat-sensored goggles.

Meanwhile Alpha Group, led by General Borodin himself, made a sprint towards the entrance to the main building of the complex housing the local militia. Waiting just outside, they waited for audio and visual reports from both Beta and Delta groups.

[FightingChance]

(As per Tanon's request of his character, since he is having some difficulties getting online, I will be using his character for the next post, to temporarily take his character out of play, while his out of play. Anyways, on with the show.)

<p align=center> Dalson rounded the corner, in the last couple of minutes his unit had become the focus of intense ground fire. Snipers had been picking off his men left and right, it was horrific. Lars stopped and did a quick spin, aiming crudly into the air he snapped off two crimson kill bolts, before continuing his escape.

His second wind was coming, just as a small explosive went off immeadiatly to his left. The heat of it hit his body, then nearly instantly followed by the force of the weapon. His body was hurled to the ground. Still able, he pulled himself up, with the help of a comrade in arms, then together they kept running.

Deadly red beams of light spat out from the guerilla's who were closing in. Although this was one of the best units in the invasion, an ambush still kills, especially when the enemy has high-impact shells and "potato"-mashers, a crude shell, hit hard of the ground or leg, then thrown.

The pain swept through his body, originating from his stomach. It burned with all the fire and fury of the man that shot it. Stumbling to a near halt, he fired a burst of fire at a closed and supposedly locked door. Dalson made his way into the small store, it's air hot and musty, hitting the wall hard in his fall the solider went to the ground, in pain then into unconsciencesness. </font>

[General Borodin]

*click*

"Delta Group to Alpha Group, Delta to Alpha, come in."

*click*

"Alpha Group here, loud and clear."

*click*

"Delta Group has reached Point A. Enemy positions confirmed. An estimate of five to six bodies gathered in the basement, two lifeforms in a small room on the second floor, and a possible fifteen to twenty people positioned around various locations in the main hall. Approximately nine of them are armed. All other buildings around the central building have been declared empty. Recon is suspecting sheds are stored with larger and heavier ammunitions. Repeat, surrounding sheds and cabins are suspected to hold heavy artill-"

"Beta to Alpha, we have just reached our destination. Setting up sniper spots as we speak. We have visual contact with six targets; one on second floor and five in the main hallway."

*click*

"Delta Group, this is Alpha leader. Extract and plant explosives in suspicious storage areas. Beta, on my mark, eliminate visual contacts."

The reports came in the orders went out. Not too far to the east, shadowy figures could be caught sneaking through the rocky terrain and going down the opposite side of the hilltop. Hastily they jogged behind buildings, trees and other objects, until they finally split up. Each of the seven figures went to one of the many storage buildings, some as small as a shed and some as big as a five car garage. Patiently, Alpha Group stayed ducking behind a long hedge of bushes waiting for a report from Beta Group that the explosives had been planted.

[sarin vorran]

Major!" said the communications officer,a young cadet from Borrmeo. He broke the silence on the bridge, and for that, Vorran was happy. Perhaps he bore good news...

" Yes, Warrant Officer Mckee?"

" Orders from Admiral Lebron. Invasion to Commence at your own dispatch. End transmission."

Vorran turned his command chair to the General sitting at the CommScan station near the aft control corridor. " General Metorrin, you may commence the attack. Relay the appropriate orders. I will dispatch my men."

With that, the hundreds of shuttles and squadrons of supporting fighters moved forward and descended towards Sorini. From the planet came a squadron of TIE fighters, the planet's last reserve, scraped toegther from all parts of the globe. They were a platry collection, some older than the Empire itself.

" Order the Corvette Guyver to commence fire-I want to save the fighters for troop support."

There was a recognition and the corvette moved ahead of the transports. From it came a hail of neon fire, ranged to explode near the fighters as they screamed in. Then came concussion missiles, wiping out half their numbers. But on they came. When within range, they fired their weak anti-starfighter weapons and broke for another pass. On their turn about, the corvette hit them again , the flak fire accurate and deadly at that range. The last of them went down.

By now, the transports were landing near the capital city and disgorging troops, both Fleet, storm, and Army. AT-AT-walkers, repulsor tanks, and all other Imperial instruments of war were hurled from their tanks and massed in clearings. They formed companies, then battalions, then regiments, and headed towards the capital city. It's defenders were dug in. The final battle would be there, with the fleet above, the fighters below, and troops ready for war.

Major Sarin Vorran

ISD Akon
DRD Dark Pain
Corellian Corvette Guyver
2 Radon Pickets

[Arlonian]

As the mighty Impstar Deuce exploded, Line-Captain Arlonian smiled. He turned towards his officers, "Well fought, my men. The TIEs are scattered, there capital-ships destroyed, we've got 'em! Just don't let the phools land."
"YESSIR!" and the large capital-class ships began to engage waht was left of the pitiful tie fighters, blasting them at leisure.

[BurntVandal]

Luthien smiled with pleasure, yet another victory, with just a little bit more effort put into it. His crisp clean imperial suit was freshly pressed, and felt warm against his flesh, giving him a slightly rosy color to his complexion. Whenever he had a victory and the casualties on the imperial side was minimal, this was how he would feel, content and releived.

"So we beat them, and now their planets are ours. Whole systems will fall similarly I can only assume. Now we wait."

The imperial star destroyer floated through space appearing very non chalant in it's manner. To something of it's magnifisence, the petty battles were just blaster scoring on it's armor. The blackness of space made appear like a beacon of strength.

[General Borodin]

bzzzzZZTTTTT!!

The first shot rang out, and the seven troops staged in front of the main building readied their weapons, their eyes glued to the two-door main entrance. They could only hope it was a shot from one of their own, the shot of a skilled sniper pinning an unsuspecting enemy.

bbbzzZZTTT!

A similar sound of a laser blast echoing throughout the area filled their ears, as another sniper was striking from the shadows. Suddenly, to interrupt the patterned shots and to send the inhabitants into more confusion, a deafening explosion shattered their ears from behind. Heads spinning around, a tall threatening flame erupting into the air came into view, sending pieces of shrapnel flying away and covering the surrounding grounds with dust. Then the reports flooded in.

"Alpha Group, shed one of eight destroyed. repeat, storage shed one destroyed-"

"Alpha, Beta coming in! All six targets eliminated, sniper group relocating-"

"Alpha Leader, all seven of Delta Group confirming explosives planted at remaining storage areas. Extracting immediately-"

Perfect. In less than a minute Alpha Group would storm the hall and put a halt to any military threat, simply. Blaster rifles ready and grenades strapped at their sides, they would make it easy and bloody.

[sarin vorran]

The army before Sorini's capital city continued to grow as dozens of AT-AT' walkers and hundreds of hovertanks amassed outisde the shields that was the town's only protection. The troops fanned out and layed down into attacking positions, into small street fighting companies around individual walkers, three hovertanks, and a compnay of troops. Sorini City was helpless.

" Commence bombardment-target the generator," said Vorran, pointing to the object on the holoprojection above the catwalk on the Akon's bridge. Within moments, a withinering, pinpoint barrage fell from the sky upon Sorini, devastating through the shield and pounding the last installation on the planet. The shield went down in a blistering conflagration that consumed all the life within a kilometer-thankfully it was on the outskirts of a wood.

" message from the Planetary Magistrate, Major," called the auxilliary communications officer from his station in the aft control corridor.

" Put it on."

A visage appeared whee the layout of Sorini City's holo schematics had been. " To the Imperial Remnant Military Commander of the attacking forces. I beg you cease your assault upon us. We grant you what you wish. Sorini is yours."

The transmission ended.

A cheer spread across the bridge and Commander Avora slapped Major Vorran on the back. As he was not an officer of flag rank-yet-, he thought himself able to partake in the joviality. They had won.

" have the Fleet assume defensive stance and all troops on the ground disperse to begin disarming the population. General Metoorin is to see to garrison orders..."

Victory is life...

[Sarin Vorran]

" Sir, we have received orders from the Admiral," said the communcations officer from the stoarboard crew pit of the mighty Star Destroyer. Vorran looked down, past the olive drab sleeve of his new uniform. He was now a lieutenant commander of the Imperial Navy, transferred as of yesterday.

" What do they say?" We are to complete the garrison of the planet and report of the Kamaar."

" Is it authentic?"

" It is, sir."

Vorran yawned, not having slept since the attack on Sorini began. " Order 2nd and 3rd Guards Regiment to remain on the planet and Dark Pain to remain in orbit. All other ships, form up around the Akon and prepare for hyperspace. Send down the dropships to pick up the other troopers..."

An hour later, the men were back abaord their ships and the fleet was outbound...

" Sir, we have received orders from the Admiral," said the communcations officer from the stoarboard crew pit of the mighty Star Destroyer. Vorran looked down, past the olive drab sleeve of his new uniform. He was now a lieutenant commander of the Imperial Navy, transferred as of yesterday.

[Arlonian]

"Woodbridge, Clinton, remain here to ensure that we maintain our hold on the area," said line-captain Arlonian, "All other ships, set co-ordinantes for the Kamaar system."

There was a brief lapse in action as the men on the star destroyers and corvettes calculated their hyperspace co-ordinantes, then as one the ships rotated, hung suspended in space for a moment, then moved through the massive accelaration that is the trademark of a hyperspace jump, and they were gone. Two star-destroyers remained, and that was all that Arlonian had deemed to be required.