The first rumblings ceased and dust could be seen rising from the fortress amid the torrents of fire and smoke that had been dropped into the fortress. The surface that had been protected by the shields was now engulfed in flames, and smoke, and dust, as the siesmic warheads aftershocks rumbled away, leaving destruction abundant in the little fort Thul had built. Aten sighed, "This is why children shouldn't play at war." He said, looking out at the fires. The girl who had spent money and lives building that fortress wasn't here, nor would she be coming by the sound of things. And if she was inside, deep in the bowels of the fort, that would be her tomb, as it would be to all those that had elected to stand and fight a battle that wouldn't occur. Foolishness and childishness.
Under normal circumstances a battle would have been fought and the fortress overrun with Mandalorians, but, headaches had ensued, and so instead, wiping its very existence away was considered more appropriate and more cost effective. Why fight against an annoying enemy force when you don't have to. "Sir, detonation in ten seconds." Aten began counting down in his head as he waited for the underground explosives to go off. Without a sizeable nuclear warhead, the Mandalorians had made due with four dozen assault grade Proton Torpedo warheads, placed at optimum depth and were simply waiting for the pop.
"Detonation, Mark. Collapse in five seconds." The earth beneath the fortress heaved upwards several meters, and then fell several dozen in a cloud of dust, rubble, and spraying rock as air and smoke from the explosive force its way through the ground around it, leaving the whole complex having dropped several dozen meters suddenly. Most of the complex would be collapsed and in pieces, filling with smoke, dirt, and dust.
"Have Rach begin orbital bombardment. Focus his fire, on the crater, and keep it up for a few moments." The call went out over the comms and seconds later, with no Mandalorians or loyal Alderaanians, or those Thul loyal forces that had surrendered endangered, the bombardment began as super heavy shells hit the earth at fairly high velocity in kinetic bombardment pattern on the ruins of the House Thul Palace. What ever war that child had wanted to fight never happened, and her memory was being washed away in lead and fire and rubble. "Have him drop another wave of drop pods laden with napalm. Standard issue pods, double the napalm amount. Lets wash away this part of House Thul's history."
Even as he spoke, work was already beginning. Captain Rach Vizla had sent for work crews, and surveyors. All that was needed now was a work order and schematics to follow for the ArmaTech crew. There would be a fortress, hanging in space before long.
