Imperial's Best

FOB TAVLAR
Assorted Stormtrooper Units
TROOPS IN CONTACT
[IMPERIAL MILITARY TRANSMISSION – SECURE CHANNEL 775.6-AUREK]
⭓ Origin: KUAT ORBITAL PLATFORM V-9
⭓ Operator ID: ST-2215
⭓ Timecode: 0329:49 – LOCAL SECTOR TIME
⭓ Encryption: GALLIARD-6 (ACTIVE)
> BEGIN AUDIO TRANSCRIPTION – PRIORITY: HIGHEST
[03:29:49]
TK-2215: "Command, this is V-9 Net Control. Perimeter integrity holding. Routine comms check, over."
[03:30:12]
CMD-KUAT: "Affirmative, V-9. Comms green. Stand by for shift transition at 0400. Anything further?"
[03:30:37]
TK-2215: "...Negative, command. Just—wait. Stand by—"
[03:30:54]
STATIC BURST
TK-2215: "Unidentified signals... short bursts on the rebel band. Originating inside Sector Seven. Confirming..."
[03:31:21]
CMD-KUAT: "Say again, V-9?"
[03:31:47]
TK-2215: "Unknown transmissions matching rebel encryption. They're inside the sector, Command—Requesting immediate recon detail!"
[03:32:18]
CMD-KUAT: "Negative on reinforcement. Secure your position. Continue monitoring—"
[03:32:41]
TK-2215: "They're moving fast. Stormtrooper detachment Kappa-Four reports contact—blaster fire in—"
STATIC
"—I REPEAT: WE HAVE REBEL INFILTRATION INSIDE THE PRIMARY LINE—"
[03:33:09]
CMD-KUAT: "V-9, report. Confirm breach location. V-9, respond."
[03:33:34]
TK-2215: "⚠⚠ THEY'RE OVERRUNNING SECTOR SEVEN—WE NEED—"
STATIC NOISE – AUDIO DISTORTED
[03:33:51]
??? (UNIDENTIFIED): "—ion codes... stormtrooper... helping us. They don't know—"
[03:34:02]
TK-2215 (frantic): "NO–NO NO NO–WE'RE COMPROMISED–INTERNAL BREACH–CODE BLACK–SEND ANYONE, SHOOT THAT MOTHER F—⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠"
> END TRANSMISSION – SIGNAL LOST
"GET THAT E-WEB UP!"
Sid screamed, slamming his body into the lower retaining wall. Blaster fire kicked up around him, slamming into a Trooper next to him. He was cut down quickly. He screamed inside his helmet as another grenade went off, peppering his armor with shrapnel. He shook his head, pulled his blaster over the wall, and fired. The rebel forces on Kuat had quickly amassed at the very least, a company-sized element assault FOB Tavlar. FOB Tavlar was currently staffed by less than 60 Troopers and support staff.
And preliminary recon reports from their listening posts was that there were at least 200, if not more, Kuat-based rebel troops assaulting FOB Tavlar. FOB Tavlar was meant to be the spearhead of a more established foothold on Kuat, to drive up conscription and to enact more operations in the upper hemisphere, where the Empire had yet to gain as much of a foothold as they needed to secure the planet.
Needless to say, Sergeant Berik was picked for the task. He was becoming a good troop in his own right- though a natural born combat leader. He skirted along the wall, passing several other troops, some half-armored, some fully. Everyone was in the fight now, off-shift or not. Sid himself was luckily the watch NCO at the time, and got to respond in kind, and organize a hasty defense. Most of the rest of the troops were popping out of their barracks, desperately getting their gear together. He turned his head to a support small engine mechanic, responsible for fixing the small generators and other machines that made the place hum and stay on. The Empire may have put Stormtroopers on the posters, but it was the little jobs that made the Empire an efficient, pleasant machine to live under.
Sid crouched, running over to the mechanic.
"WHAT'S YOUR NAME, TROOP?"
"ME-141- -2.." He said with a terrified stammer. Sid grabbed him by the shoulder. "Your name, Trooper!" He said, repeating himself. "P-Pulin!" Sid nodded, turning his helmet to the firefight on the south end of the FOB. "Pulin, I need you to start running ammo to all these troops and grab whatever they need! Go!" He said, giving him a thumbs up, running back to the line. Pulin stood up, taking off quickly towards the ammunition depot to reinforce the line. Sid turned his head, watching the troopers desperately set-up the E-WEB. The Gunner was still in his pajamas and only had his belt and his rifle laid across his chest.
Bravery and facing the enemy, underequipped.
He turned his head to the enemy line, mostly infantry for now- but they'd need to coordinate some kind of more elevated response. And hopefully, once the ion attack was over, they could put out a more clear message. He hoped, however, that the message was reached to someone, anyone prior to the EMP. For now, Sid charged his weapon, stood up, and shot three rebels.
"HOLD YOUR POSITIONS, FOR THE EMPIRE!"
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