Carpe Noctem, for here layeth a sleeping giant.

[Darth Centax]

HAT-AT - Assault
OS-PDS - Deployables
OS-Eros - Boom Stick
OS-FPS-FS - Fortification (Renamed OS-FPHS)

Location: Central Centrax Memorial, In the ruins of the city.
The FAD Tactical Deployment Strategy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IPTHTFezIrE​

769th Coruscants Own​

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Out in full colors, the reserves graduating to the full rank and file on mass, the more they were utilised while on campaign, the more real soldiers stood in place of recruits. White sith troopers by the hundreds lined the parade ground, stood ready and waiting. Not a full legion yet, soon to be reinforced, but Coruscants own wouldn’t be upstaged by mere clones or copies of men again, each was proud, and loved his homeland. The orbital fire rained down by the galactic alliance on their beloved Central Centrax had begun their motto.

High Galactic:
Ab imo pectore, from my heart, - Central Centrax – Alea iacta est, the die has been thrown.
Carpe Noctem for our fallen Brothers, we seize the night.

Every soldier would learn high galactic, because every soldier would remember the dead, and honor the fallen. This was the vow, they would never let Central Centrax happen again. Their brotherhood was their bond, each life and individual a part of the whole, and important, unique individuals in service to the sith and each other.

Today was a field exercise, at the behest of the new commander Major General Thrackan, a much more experienced mind than the old Major Tnaris, though his name too was set upon the honoured dead, a growing monument shielded at the center of the compound. Nevertheless they were using the battle of Balmorra as the backdrop, and further development was required for the technological counters they had faced in the field. Today was about meeting those threats and neutralising them.

Several companies had arrived to fill the order, including the Sith’s newest partner FFE to provide some of the expertise into the more advanced weapon designs that were being put together. From somewhere beside the Thrackan, Kylath watched, gripping the railings with his black gloved hands, he still cared, deeply for those men and women ahead of him.

More important than that fate was watching, time to give it a good show.

Stormtrooper Corps and Infantry Units Involved
769th Coruscants Own, Individualists and Infantry
770th Loyal Sons, Clones and Infantry
771st Faceless First, Stealth, Scouts and Recon.
772nd Durasteel Dogs, (DuraDogs) Armored Corps.
Sithwatch Militia, Byss, Tython and Coruscant Groups.

Named Command Staff, as they are developed, listed for later subs.
General: Zerde'doal'caitho, Chiss, Critical Thinking Strategist, 5th Army CO.
Major General: Thracken, Human, Balanced Commander, 769th Corps Commanding Officer
Brigadier General: Inan Vorloth, Arkanian, Aggressive, 769th 2nd Division Commander and XO of the 769th.
High Colonel: Testa deCrion, Myke, Armored Battlegroup, Cautious, Relaxed, Officer in the 770th
High Colonel: Karasnema, Chiss, Cold and Calculating, 770th and 769th liaison officer to high command.
Major: Melsk Thraus, Human, blowhard, old guard type, stonefaced officer, not liked by many. *promoted to High Colonel
Captain Amadis
Leading Technicians
Sere Reene
LT Gresto

 

[Darth Centax]

“This company supplying the arms,” Thracken turned to his advisers, Kylath off to the side of the discussion “do you trust them?” There was a murmur of discontent from those closest by, Thracken’s steely eyed gaze fell on a particular officer known as Melsk Thraus, former old guard imperial, the stonefaced technician originally from Galtech now found his way back to his roots, serving the Sith and the Legions.

“See to it.” Was all he said to Thraus, and the man made off to clear the way below of any unforeseen complications that might arise.

Eventually after discussing how the wargames would go with the senior officers, the older man’s gaze turned to Connar who had not left the railings, his vision glued to the men he watched from up on high. “I want an engineering report on the shields, have the modifications been successful?” Kylath glowered back at him, always the emotion behind the eyes ready to burst out, but he was controlling it, whatever was bothering him or eating away was difficult to ignore or let go of, it seemed the Major General tolerated it for now.

“Adequate, but not to your mission brief,” Connar’s eyes fell back to the white boots that were stamping forward upon the concrete, marching in one time and drilling together, he found his hands tensing and relaxing upon the rail.

 

[Darth Centax]

Work on the portable shield generator ahead was seeing heavy testing, focused fire from multiple positions and weapon types, as predicted it was absorbing much of the velocity but not turning aside slower moving projectiles with less energy. From up high the commanders watched the loud pings as energy or matter was deflected, rippling outward over the surface of it toward the foundations of the design. Ion buffer struts were erected for testing, and spider-like talons curled upward toward the top of the shield, in a shape not unlike that out of a horror movie.

Kylath pulled the hair out of his eyes, focusing on the tech that would save or spare his comrade's lives. The rubble and ruin of this devastated blast site on Coruscant, still had the dusty stench of broken or twisted metal, and shattered dreams, the dead a motivation for all they were doing here. The Zeltrix spat to his side clearing his airways of this place and began grinding his hand into a knuckled, gloved fist.

Exhaling out as the shield impacts intensified, they’d only have a stronger design at the end of this testing, and the heavy steps of a large experimental HAT-AT walker echoed that conclusion, rearing its head in the background. A churning of metal, it brought its new guns to bear. One blast, just one hit home, and the generators at the center of the design exploded outward in piercing white light. Unlike previous FFE projects however Sith did not do things half measure, nobody died inside the blast of the prototype, because nobody was stupid enough to be in the way of a live fire demonstration, and design number two was already being wheeled in to replace it for another go.

 

[Darth Centax]

Second test HAT-AT and Scrapmaker vs OS-FPS-FS

Another barrage from the turbo lasers of the looming heavy HAT-AT ripped up ground around the shield as the fast light energy beams were deflected, the shield proving exceptionally effective against the speed of the turbolasers, but the real test came from the scrap maker missile launchers mounted upon the higher ground, brought to bear facing the dome shape shield. The firing line awaiting the nod from the major general to begin, taking personal charge of this tech development showed his character, and endeared him to Kylath somewhat, just for the interest he took in its development.

Using the exact same missiles that had been fired at the 769th’s lines at Balomorra was not without reason, because they expected to face them again and this time be prepared. Again tested here, and in greater numbers they came. Two volleys of twenty missiles were fired in unison, one after the other, all aimed directly at the domed shield structure, the first exploded as you might expect, the generator projecting the dome shaking from the exertion with a hiss.

The second volley crippled an iron buffer caught on the exposed side and shorted out the shield momentarily, blowing several circuits on the unit, much to the tech's dismay. Major General Thracken merely kept his cool and awaited a third field test, letting the engineers assess what needed to be done or tweaked. Kylath had significantly less patience and slammed his hands down upon the railing, the major general giving him an appraising look, "patience," the older man smiled, shaking his head.

 

[Darth Centax]

OS-PDS-Linkfire Test

"Setup a second shield generator on the hilltop, give us screening fire to simulate battle conditions." Thracken ordered, turning back to look out upon the hubbub. Kylath looked on with him his patience coming in waves and anger threatening to beat it out every time, the experimental PDS were simply anti air concusion rounds that were automatically linked to the central shield, designed to shoot down incoming volleys of scrap makers before they hit home, explosives used to pierce missiles and atmospheric craft rather than cause damage to softer targets.

So the 769th set themselves up and moved out as if under actual fire, half the men shielding the other half in a barrage of covering, suppressing fire, including now priming air to ground ordinance to be linked. The result looked impressive but as the PDS protoype failed to activate at all, ended up being another technical glitch. That was it, Amadis jumped the railings and landed bang in front of the nearest lead technician, walking face to face to the man, who was beginning to sweat.

The commanders above looked on, they wanted order, but also results, Thraus at first was about to reprimand the acolyte for jumping out of turn but Thracken didn't even budge, merely telling the major to wait. He wanted to see if Kylath could handle himself, good question because at the moment even Kylath wasn't certain facing the gulping LT, wasn't sure if his temper would hold.

"The Major General has a limited amount of time, and I have no more patience." He said no more, those words would be enough if his reputation was anything to go by.

Stepping back Kylath felt the vein bulging on the side of his neck once more, it had taken an immense amount of resisting his nature not to wound the man, but today called for him to be the discipline he wanted from the men, and he was going to show he was up to the task to the Major General. The technician nodded, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek and began making fast preparations to demonstrate something that would work. Kylath followed him to be more use than he was ever going to be standing up above the mess of wires and machinery, besides he wanted to be in striking distance if the man continued to prove himself incompetent.

 

[Sere Reene]

An unmistakable stench as FFE’s senior field tech was alerted to need of her service, slithering behind him, came an aptitude for creating lethality and war, second only to perhaps [member="Fyor Nayus"] before his elimination by an OS-FFE agent. The plot thickens to remove the competition and consolidate the rogue elements of [member="Raien Keth"]’s original plans. Plans that had begun to fracture with his armor’s consuming condition, and his grand work threatening to be taken by the acolyte’s leashes he held, so he played riskier and riskier gambits. [member="Elpsis Kallikora"]

"We ssss’shall sss’eee to the changes", smoking her usual homegrown brand of spice and other exotic flavorings the hybrid wound her way around their field workshops, poking and proding just where her skills were required, much like a dance in how she worked, the map of wires to her were no more difficult to look through than an accountant putting financial statements together, or a farmer tending the land.

Kylath looked on, as the shield generator connections were reinforced, upgraded to carry more current, because doubtless they would be points of attack, in removing its PDS defences to allow missile and air attack along their shield's surface. Weak links in the chain of this fortified location. The 769th advancing their own brand of fixed point all round defense strategies, scorched earth and breakout tactics, let the republic generals who had laughed facing them, continue to laugh when those tactics such as marching fire were shoved down their throats once more.

The towering HAT-AT was online again, its imposing form looking to do just that, the 769th would have their vengeance sated.

Ten hours passed

 

[Darth Centax]

Ten hours of, splicing, rewiring, and putting in altered circuitry. While the OS’s techs were reserved and careful, FFE’s overseers became mostly aggravated at having to wait, arguing between the two sets of engineers about how to best proceed.

Third Test OS-FPS-FS vs Infantry
*Encroaching Shield Tech

Sere Reene’s scheming had found the answer eluding to a breakout strategy, enroaching shields. While her tail(s) unnervingly twitched to one side, the sluissi hybrid took a step back, puffing contently on her spice stick. Kylath raised his chin a fraction, she was… ugly lets face it, so he started looking over the OS technicians as much as he did the designs, pretending she wasn’t there, almost half worked.

No more words came from the Sith, seemed our captains eyes said enough, as the collared human technician cleared his throat, “all ready sir”

Three squads of stormtroopers lined up in a general forward arc of the shield, bracing themselves, while the shield hummed to life and crackled around them, framing the display of machinery, almost like steps of its own the shield would slowly expand in a direction acting, and reinforcing as a wall. While below the hover system they had fitted allow it to glide slowly towards their position. They fired to test its stability while moving, and while the unit wasn't fully stable under the impacts, it was making significant progress.

As the directional focus of the shield built, the energy was discharged in a blast, knocking one squad down and allowing those inside to enter melee before the aggressors were back on their feet fully, picture perfect breakout strategy. At least something had gone right, and our technicians smug grin, which soon became a salute was met with a hand shake from Kylath.

"Good work. Now again with this..." he shoved a bag into LT gresto's hands.

 

[Darth Centax]

HAT-AT Refinement

Pleased with the display and considering it a victory. Major General Thracken while a man of demonstrable fortitude did have other things to do! Leaving Major Thraus in charge till his true second arrived, Thraus was a fool, a blind fool but he was good at shouting at people which is what he carried on doing as our technicians continued into the early hours of the night. Causing tension rather than result, something the younger Kylath was noticing didn't amount to fear but resentment, an important difference he would correct at a later date in the man, when he surpassed him in rank.

All this was until Brigadier General Inan Vorloth, an arkanian general of the 769th Corps, 2nd division, a slender man with an ill temper arrived next, obviously getting lumbered with what would be the nightshift of the war games, while he reflected Thraus’s temperament he considered himself leagues above his station. Being an Arkanian he wanted the best, only his mentors methods of patiently awaiting for the ideal conditions, were ill suited to his temperament and he was demanding progress reports before too long, and that their frequency be doubled. The difference you might say between a balanced or defensively minded man and an offensively minded man, something the OS army were well aware of when picking their officer candidates for the correct roles.

Thus below spurred on by the many captains and officers arriving, the HAT-AT proved the primary focus of the work for the technicians, taking the massive machine’s engine core and firing systems to pieces while it stood there like a dead metal giant.

 

[Darth Centax]

HAT-AT vs AT-AT

Big test now, two lumbering metal giants were at the fore of the command podium, and floating hover platforms carrying senior military officials and technicians upwards, not to mention the crew of each machine. The AT-AT was given position on the HAT-AT, as would likely happen in a fight, the HAT-AT being exceedingly heavy but also painfully slow at present.

“Well get started then.” Brigadier General Vorloth glared outward.

The giant new monstrosity reared its ugly head, which looked quite different to the AT-AT, at present short stumpy, with no neck weakspot importantly. The AT-AT fired its turbo lasers into the shielded side of the HAT-AT, sending great resounding PING’s with subsonic velocity in all directions. Two behemoths in a live fire test was something to witness.

Metal giants rocking under the impact, the HAT-AT slowly turned to face the AT-AT but the AT-AT pilot was no rookie, moving in a circle, to keep the HAT-AT out of its firing arc, using the speed advantage if you could call it that, which the AT-AT had over its heavier cousin. Seeing this, the HAT-AT pilot advanced forward, which meant the AT-AT was now also out of its firing arc and had to pause to turn, the HAT-AT pilot had the advantage, being already turning, and firing its own turbo lasers into the AT-AT’s rear quarter.

This back and forth went on for a time, until the fundamental movement under battlefield conditions were tested, coming out on top but not from any great engineering feat, just heavier shields and armor.

Even Kylath needed rest eventually, after a further 5 hours, making a grand total of twenty he took some rack time, taking rest in a makeshift bunk in an officers tent. Twenty something sith already there asleep, sonic dampeners screened them peacefully from the work going on below, but you could still see the flashes under the tent’s flap.

 

[Sere Reene]

Project Eros, with love.

Sere Reene had been here less time, however she was not immune to tiring. The cocktail of drugs pumping through her system might have killed a human, her immune system either by birth or by adaptation filtering out the toxins all too quickly, but it gave her more legs to carry on (tails in this case) to draw her forward into the morning hours.

The HAT-AT's Biggest disadvantage, compounded by the lack of a flexible neck structure was just how slow this unit was, something else was needed for it to function with due effectiveness under anything but marching fire conditions, which was what it was designed for. Get from A to B no matter what is in the way, extremely slowly yet steadily, however what did it do when flanked?

7 More Hours Passed.

While the regiments and divisions of the 769th faced another new stormtrooper corps, the 770th in mock wargames. Both corps testing out FFE’s rifles and technologies in the field directly to familiarize themselves with them. Officers mostly at present, so they better knew what their squads capabilities would be. Brigadier general Vorloth looked on, or in his case stood gripping the railings of his podium, giving everyone a piece of his mind, especially the usually stone faced major Thraus who still hadn’t gotten a break yet, and looked ready to fall asleep in his chair.

Sere was busy working on a prototype solution, several as yet classified FFE projects were coming close to fruition, the biggest one being the biggest one, a large frelling canon to mount on the top. Consider it a consolidation of firepower.

 

[Darth Centax]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XDvQpzG-J6s​

769th vs 770th Continued

Coruscants testing areas mimicked the greater field tests going on, because although urban warfare was a valued part of the battle, the few hundred men here comprised only a fraction of what a stormtrooper corps actually was, a corps was some 16,000 or more stormtroopers, about 25,000 of which from both corps were engaged on Dulvoyinn in these field exercises.

Which although Thracken didn’t wish to focus on, wanting these immediate tests to take precedence, Inan Vorloth wanted greater understanding of exactly where the problems were right now to focus hard on squashing them. Around the podium of Central Centax, which was becoming quite the setup and more and more gear, troops and infrastructure arrived to facilitate the field tests, bunkers were being constructed and several gun emplacements as well as a shield generator or two fitted.

Thousands of men clashed with dummy rounds and half powered blasters. Screens showed how FFE’s weapons were performing on Dulvoyinn, where they were lacking and where they were excelling, what work needed to be done to integrate the new technology into operational procedures. Sounding dull and dreary but without it, the stormtrooper legions would never operate effectively, or with the discipline they required.

Daybreak

FFE’s weapons being familiarized over the nightime hours had given Kylath time to rest, strapping up his Sith trooper officer armor on, white streaks but mostly black and red, a captains insignia clearly visible once more, he emerged from his tent ready for round 2, and Major Thraus was all too happily relieved, now actually asleep in his chair to the irritation of those around him.

 

[Darth Centax]

High Colonel Karasnema, a female chiss with a reputation for strict discipline and cold hard calculating command, took Major Thraus’s place as second here, thinking little of the blow hard it seemed by how she excused him. Liaison officer to high command for both the 770th and 769th corps, had her almost the busiest person here, but all was orderly and scheduled to perfection, with several underlings relaying messages and keeping her updated of what was going on.

To say she could multitask would be the understatement of the century.

Project Eros:

The canon mount was being worked on specifically, how to brace the recoil from what was such a massive weapon, that and the joint supports of the lower limb on the HAT-AT, simply put so it didn’t blow its own legs off, or separate itself from the walker after a few shots.

Karasnema proved invaluable in organising the more distasteful elements of FFE’s personality into what were effectively teams suited to their purpose, clashing with one or two officers that were tasked with assisting these volatile elements, but the clash consisted of her looking sternly at them until they got on with her orders.

With FFE weapon tech’s creative and often unconventional genius grounded in more practical use, work on Project Eros continued at a good pace. What they really wanted, was a model that would scale to fit either small tanks or larger walkers, this was being heavily weighted into design choices. Kylath arrived and reported to her his next assignment, getting these weapons fully mounted on the platform, he got his climbing gear ready....

 

[Darth Centax]

Wider HAT-AT Field Tests

These HAT-AT's needed testing under extreme weather conditions, though the rubble of central centrax was well cleared by the previous orbital bombardments, and memorial work since to salvage metal. It was not suitable for simulating the extreme weather such units would face. For that they had storms on Dulvoyinn and also Byss, which was a whole other world of hurt and completely different testing conditions. Byss was a soup of darkside energies and not unlike dropping yourself a fresh new prototype into a boiling cauldron to see what came out.

The prototype HAT-AT’s performed relatively well, information relayed to centrax, even if Byss proved especially hard going. The many sith spawn calling the planet home took issue with the walking metal giant, gnawing at it, while dark shifting colored skies rained sharp lightining and force made storms down on its head. Relaying this, by now they had a well furnished command center here in the ruins, with tactical readouts and consoles communicating this ongoing information back and forth, a nerve center of information which Karasnema had overseen, data mining being her forte.

Back on Coruscant some of the 769th Coruscants Own's engineers prepared themselves to scale the metal juggernaut and assist with securing the weapon. Floating platforms brought Kylath half way up its side, digging his grappling hooks in place to safety himself, while gigantic cranes lifted the huge weapon better into place.

 

[Darth Centax]

770th Loyal Sons vs the 769th Coruscants Own, now with HAT-AT support!
Active in Coruscant, Byss and Dulvoyinn, central Centrax on Coruscant the nerve center of the wargames.

10 Hours More Passed

While Kylaths crew worked to fit the oversized cannon atop the nearest walker, brigadier General Vorloth was soon to be replaced, however his energy levels had barely dropped, an intense man by all accounts, at the spearhead of their unfolding wargames.

The 770th Loyal sons had been created in response to the recent rash of betrayals and other internal Sith Matters, as fractioning groups sort to claim the title as the latest Sith Empire. Kylath saw them as worthy challenges to crush but the OS had need of immediate and unquestioning loyalty within its ranks. When there was ever any doubt, or the inquisition needed numbers of troops on mass to fight rogue sith, the loyal sons of the 770th Stormtrooper corps were at their disposal.

While the 769th were the picture perfect troops to send against the GA in revenge assaults, the 770th were the picture perfect troops to send against rogue stormtroopers. Each having extended re-education to indoctrinate them into unquestioning obedience, to any order, no matter what it was, and taking pride in exterminating these traitor legions.

As such the wargames, now involving HAT-AT’s were somewhat hard to contain, as the 770th had frenzied zeal almost when fighting stormtroopers or other sith, thankfully they had unquestioning obedience to their commanders who held tight reign. Targeting info was updated and downloaded into the HAT-AT’s via ships in orbit, to better adjust their sensors now Centrax Command had access to the latest readings. Centrax still acting as a nerve center of operations, and it showed the HAT-AT's making steady progress under all manner of ground based fire, but the real test was coming soon enough, as starfighters were inbound on all three operational theaters

 

[Darth Centax]

With the changing of the watch again, commanders came and went, the less than enthusiastic High Colonel Testa deCrion the next senior of the 769th, a near human Myke was sitting atop the podium catching up on her reading, her purple eyes reading more than watching. A good time to do paperwork in the sun by her standards, here under orders nothing more, considering the wargames beneath her.

Loading the Eros on the HAT-AT

Kylath’s unit finished fixing the Eros atop the HAT-AT, and began to descending the safety rope his grappling hook allowed him, the squad with him detaching their cables and looking up. This was going to be interesting, starting with the biggest version of this new gun and scaling down. He wondered if a projectile this size had been tried before. Probably, but looking up at that walking metal giant and example of Sith Might, he doubt it would ever look as good to his young blue eyes.
Eros Going Live

“Commencing primary testing Phase. Brace for live fire Eros demonstration.”

“In 5, 4, 3.”

Everyone gave the HAT-AT a wide berth, it had line itself up with what amounted to a small building still yet to be cleared from the rubble at the very far end of centrax, a good 10000 meters out. Putting on the blast goggles and protective earwear, those on the ground had taken shelter inside a nearby bunker.

“2 and 1”

The pilot was fully squared on target, zeroing in.

“We are a go for live fire.”

The shockwave for such a large mass driver was as you might expect, awe inspiring, developing outwards. The subsonic round not only hitting but going right through the already crumbling building. Thankfully protective metal sheets had been placed in long thick layers behind it, but it was barely enough to slow the velocity of the projectile which embedded itself through many of them, cracking the first few in two. There were some celebration from the technicians. Many companies had contributed to Eros, not just FFE or the OS, and for them to get something right first try after all the earlier failures caused some jubilation, a mild break in discipline but the moderately more casual High Colonel currently with authority here allowed it.

 

[Darth Centax]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o63in0iTs4g​

Eros Second Live Fire Test

Melsk Thraus staggered out of his tent, bleary eyed, clearly the sonic dampeners hadn’t been enough to shield the officers tent from that noise! Kylath managed to smirk at our disheveled Major, who was so tired he missed it, his pitted stony face and half brushed hair heading for the nearest liquid stimulant, and a chair probably to fall asleep in some more.

“Commence Second Eros live fire test, 2 minutes, action stations!” Shielded speakers above them announced. Thraus groaned audibly. Kylath heading back to the forward bunker to look outward. This time they faced an out of service AT-AT, in the center of a large cleared area, metal on all sides of it to take any rebound that might occur. It stood as the last test to judge the worth of Eros.

A line of military delegates and upper command had arrived upon the podium, even the so far disinterested High Colonel deCrion had looked up. Apparently hearing of the first good news to come out of the wargames, something solid they could use. Time passed, suspense mounted, at this the direct test. "Commence fire mission!" Acceleration coils pulsed with energy, and soon another thundering subsonic burst, shot its payload with shattering speed, not only into the at-at’s side but straight through it, detonating inside the metal giant. Several explosions of sub systems followed inside, the head of the walker shattering, and one most certainly dead AT-AT collapsing over. Of course it had no shields, and was an older model but that got command talking, about how to apply the mighty eros guns elsewhere and for what purposes?

“Sir.” A technician approached the upper podium.

"Yes?" High Colonel deCrion remarked, with at least passing interest now in seeing what was going on, her holonovel even put down by her feet.

“Permission to show you the smaller versions.” Fire For Effects Recent signing of the largest contract in their history with the OS, saw them about to unveil the start of some very sturdy firepower, now having the financing to really do so.

 

[Kelon Amadis]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0NHXTOPgHqU​

772nd Durasteel Dogs
​

Several Days More testing wrapped up, the wargames moved to their next phase.

Eros-Medium vs OS-FPS-FS
772nd's Durasteel Dogs

On Tython:
The first round of wargames had wrapped up, and many of the officers had gone their own separate ways. Kelon was part of the 772nd for the most part, seeing use of the 771st as well at times, his platoon were attached to the armored division, as they made best use of the 772nd's mobility in the field to hunt their prey. The smaller eros been fit atop the new breed of OS armor that would be deployed in the coming months, both lighter and heavier vehicles than the Blastail currently entering service.

Kelon's smug face, hands and body was adorned with his usual trinkets, gems and other trophies that he took from his victims, taken from the scum of the galaxy on the OS's borders, Jedi and the like. Today he was sat in a heavier version of the blastail MC-1, also designed for mass production, but heavier armor and mounting a smaller version of the Eros than those frelling walkers did.

Several tank regiments were moving in formation over Tython's ruined ground, dust and debris kicked out behind them. As far as Kelon was concerned, the only thing better than having a missile launcher attached to your shoulder, was having a tank at your fingertips, seemed to settle disputes quickly enough. In fact, here was one now, were these shield generators ever going to work, smirking to himself, he hoped not if only to mess with his half brother. A firing line was prepared, and orders executed to test the OS-FPS-FS again, which had apparently received upgrades since its utter failure last week.

Several such shield generators out ahead, their gunners confirmed range was a match, and the order to commence firing given. This time the spiderlike talons of the shield generator held well against the tanks onslaught. Kelon crossed his arms, disappointing, he was hoping for fireworks from these new guns, but he'd take a shield or two after that display.

 

[Kelon Amadis]

Eros Medium vs OS-FPS-FS revisited

Bleh Kelon was already bored, fighting and cracking heads was one thing, leading men to war, fun times but sitting here shooting at some faked shield test was entirely different. Standing to observe out of the tanks hatch, he lit up a cigarra, much to some surprise to those inside. Enjoying a moment within the smoke and dust being thrown around, while getting a coating of dirt across his face.

Puffing away, and chewing on the end. “Smash the frelling struts directly.”

Time to one up his half brother. Command was given to halt fire, and the latest breed of tanks went silent. Sturdy black monsters in their own right, the sound of running power cells in the back giving them a growling noise to them, these beasts were not all that subtle. Turrets were re-aimed at the weakest part of the shields, a now large grin across his face.

“Get on with it.” Kelon remarked, getting a look or two from below, especially as he kicked the nearest underling in the forehead, throwing his weight around as ever.

Sure enough, focused fire on shield strut gave way, and he chuckled, “not so clever now.” Huge grin chomping down on the cigarra.

 

[Kelon Amadis]

Eros Medium vs what’s left of OS-FPS-FS

With a laugh. “Take us over it.”

Over it?

“This is a test, OVER it.”

So the medium armor prowled forward churning up tythons already ruined ground, ripping up the already burned forests and dry lakes that this planet had upon it. Now mostly a barren wasteland. The OS when they had taken dominion of Tython had not been kind to the former Jedi’s homeland or sanctuary. Not that Kelon cared either way, seemed a waste of money, might as well have enslaved everyone and had them paying, but eh, one world was as good as the next.

“Faster”

So the tanks accelerated to full speed, running against the remaining shields, they bumped off initially at speed throwing his head back. “Alright slower,“ but sure enough when they slowed down, they passed through the field and crushed the machinery between their treads. Lighting up another cigarra, he wondered if he could borrow the two tank squadrons for some private sith business, of the head cracking kind. First one more frelling test, Kelon grabbed his silver flask and took a swig.

The OS-FPS-FS perfomed about as well as was expected, not bad, not great. Watching overhead from the stardestroyer the Agamemnon, they had seen the shield’s limitations and were working on ways of improving its ability to resist slower physical penetrations, but so far hadn't found a way, perhaps they'd make better additions to moving targets?

 

[Kelon Amadis]

2 Hours Later.

OS-PDS System

They were giving the tank squadrons a run using the OS-PDS system. Anti Air, for use vs glorified tin cans as far as he was concerned, why bother, just use a tank or artillery or sit back in orbit. Clicking his teeth together, he chomped down on the cigarra once more, might as well enjoy the show.

OS fighters soared in, three squadrons. He pulled up on a hilltop, because frell it, he wasn’t risking his neck even under test conditions, on some half baked hothead rookie imps driving skills. Watching the droid piloted fighters dive as if to strafe against the tanks, the PDS system tracked and fired on the moving vehicles, automatic laser fire streaking out to meet them, half power but it still burned across the bottom of their fighters cutting holes in the finish of the fighters.

“Turn one up to full.”

The tank crew below him, at this point with a sore forehead or two knew better than to question. Next squadron came in, still droid pilots for testing purposes, one of the tanks scoring some devastating hits across the light fighter, blowing out an engine and causing it to crash.

He clicked his teeth again, “that’ll do. Next.”