Forge of Imperialism [All FO Military]

[Ricochet]

DOSUUN
First Order Military Development Base
Music

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GqSuUHqvGO8

Cutting through the blue skies of Dosuun, a once active Imperial Remnant base, a First Order Military Transport touched down onto a black steel landing pad that was built out of the side of a renovated Remnant docking figure that protruded from the forests of Dosuun. As the First Order transport touched down the deployment hatch hissed open and out marched a cohort of First Order Officers and stormtroopers. At the head of this delegation of military might was Major Ernst Grimstar, the leader of the 3rd First Order Legion and the ultimate commander of the White Wolves 501st - the lethal Fist of Kalast. He had been recalled to Dosuun along with Ricochet and her White Wolves after the clash on Lothal to report to the Military Base and issue assistance in the militarization of Dosuun.

Marching down the metallic stairs of the landing pad they passed the make shift shipyards that held the defensive TIE corps that defended and patrolled the space around Dosuun. Lined in columns that stretched far across the horizon Major Grimstar marched alongside his most talented sub-commander Ricochet. The White Wolves commander still recovering from her wounds from Lothal stared out onto the TIE corps with both her organic blue and red glowing robotic eye. The two beasts of war strolled in silent contemplation while the rest of the legion marched lock in step behind them.

In the distance the flags of the First Order waved in crimson bands that stretched down into the main building of the military base development. Ernst watching the TIEs pass by turns his grim look onto Ricochet for feedback of proceedings.

"It comes along nicely don't you think Synthia" says Ernst calling Ricochet by her real first name. "Soon Imperialism will finally have a new bastion to operate from and the First Order will be its vessel."

Ricochet gave a scowling reply, "I'd rather have our base on the Galactic Imperial Capital." Ernst laughed, "One day Synthia. We must first deal with the Order's foundation and the threat of the Galactic Alliance."

Ricochet could feel her blood pressure rising. The Galactic Alliance, what nonsense. She was still furious at the events of Lothal, but her wrath would come in time. The rebels of Eraidu would be dealt with - with supreme prejudice - one day. Ricochet's red robotic eye swivelled to her peripheral vision. They would be soon entering the main lobby of the development base and be received by the rest of the military.

 

[Torch]

Torch walked silently behind Ernst and [member="Ricochet"]. He carried his trusty flamethrower in his arms. He was one of the White Wolves' top flame troopers. He kept his cool as he continued to walk. They were to attend a meeting discussing their recent battle. Torch was excited to be addressing the military along with the rest of the White Wolves. Ricochet and Ernst looked a little mad as they marched their way to the lobby. Torch wanted to address them himself and add his own piece.
"[member="Ricochet"], permission to address the military with you?"

ooc: I made this account instead, I'm Talon.

 

[Aram Kalast]

The speed at which the First Order had began the remilitarisation of Dosuun had complete taken Aram Kalast by surprise. The planet was chosen for it’s remoteness, it’s established history and most of all the report that had returned from the Ren that had been dispatched by the Supreme Leader.
The main complex had been razed to the ground the moment the First Order had landed on the planet, instead the stormtroopers set to work at binding together the foundations of what would eventually become the centre of everything they pledged for.
By this point, a single month after they had landed on Dosuun the bastion was fast on it’s way to completion.
Aram stood within what will eventually becoming a viewing balcony overseeing the vast field of under construction TIE fighters that spread out as far as the grounds would allow. Each a step in the realisation that the First Order were preparing for something more than the skirmishes that had so far been their fields of expertise.
“Sir I have your reports.” An officer approached Aram from the bastion itself with a quick step and a serious look on his face.
His appearance caused Aram to turn away from the fields of construction where weld sparks broke up the uniformed appearance as a single column of freshly arrived stormtroopers began to make their way down the assembly towards the citadel.
“Very good Lieutenant.” Aram’s hand extended and took hold of the offered data pad and began to overlook the details of several First Order movements. It all had to be carefully planned, the convergence on Dosuun by the entirety of there resources had to be logistically prepared as to not attract attention. “What about this rumoured rebel cell on Bespin, have we had our report from Ren?”
“I don’t believe so sir.” The Lieutenant replied as Aram looked up towards the officer with a pondering look. “What ever this uprising contains I’m sure Ren will be capable of removing it from our borders.”
“Don’t put too much faith into these Ren.” Aram offered handing the data pad back to the officer. “Send a logistic report onwards to processing and alert the seventh sector to begin their convergence.”
“Yes sir.” The officer saluted and turned on his heel.
Aram turned back to the viewing platform, the column of troopers getting closer through the jungle of ship construction. His mind centring on the task at hand.
Soon it was time for them to live up to their heritage.
Soon the First Order would annihilate the Galactic Alliance and the Republic in one fell swoop.

[member="Ricochet"]

 

[Ricochet]

[member="Kyle Amedis"] [member="Scorpios Riley"] [member="Silas Khras"] [member="Torch"] [member="Finn Dexrin"] [member="BG-4463"] [member="Razelle Breuner"] [member="Aram Kalast"]

Marching up to the viewing platform, Ernst and Synthia "Ricochet" Grimstar along with the entirety of the White Wolves had proceeded to line up behind the Supreme Commander in a review formation. The Wolves had been campaigning across worlds in Lothal, Dosuun and in spread out operations of seek and acquire for Operation Nemesis. The Wolves Troopers had arrived in military fatigue instead of their iconic white durasteel armor. Dressed in same fashion as their iron willed commander - Ricochet - many sported high collar grey tunics with wedge military caps.

Ricochet paused and turned to look at [member="Torch"] who had requested to address the military that would be gathering. Ricochet grinned, wrinkling the scar that ran up her upper lip. "Enthusiasm is appreciated Private, but for now lets keep this formal understood. Once we are addressed by the Supreme Commander, you'll have your turn. Promise." replied Ricochet. Turning about she marched in lock step behind her adoptive father and commander, Ernst. The olive skinned Corellian by birth awaited his subordinate to follow. Seeing her come parallel to his position the two then moved together in uniform rigid stroll and coming close to the Supreme Commander they both saluted and announced their arrival.

"Major Enrst Grimstar and Captian Synthia reporting Supreme Commander." Ernst barked in immediate fashion. Meanwhile Ripper, the second under Ricochet looked back to his heavy gunners and riflemen ([member="BG-4463"], [member="Finn Dexrin"] [member="Razelle Breuner"]) "Alright lads, at ease, while the commanders are being briefed I want you lot to get to knowing your man next to you. We lost a few men on Lothal and so we have had them replaced with new conscripts. They are the best of the best and you will welcome them as your own brethren. Get to it. We will be recieving our new orders within a momnets notice. Then its training and then to the battlefields."

Ripper, an abnormally tall and bullish trooper - and old friend of Ricochet's during their Sith Trooper days - made his final demand with a bellowing shout. "Is that understood!?"

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Stardust had seen army's rise and fall down plenty of times in her life and had fought in many of those

However this was only the second imperial army she had been in, she stood out among the white a green in the see of shiny armor and black visors

Yet she stood proud as she looked at the speaking stage, she stood near the front and watched on with a grin"

She saluted when the higher ranks past and watched them walk past.....she could tell the first order would thrive...for how long though?

 

[Elani Zambrano]

The military strength of the First Order was clear on Dosuun. It was a nice change of scenery for Azure. Her father never gave her a chance to truly bloom and so, she left her past behind and moved on. She was finally happy to be around like-minded individuals.

She was stationed on Dosuun so that she might acquaint herself with some of the personnel of the First Order.

 

[Razelle Breuner]

It was stuffy, being back in a genuine uniform. Razelle had spent so much time wearing fatigues and tanks under a combat vest that wearing proper parade dress was a discomfort she'd have to deflower herself to all over again. It was perhaps doubly ironic that her "uniform" hardly made her appear any more uniform when compared to the soldiers around her. With soldiers ranging within four inches of six feet tall being the standard, Raz practically looked like a dwarf. It would have been pitifully easy to pull her out of a lineup, just by looking for the one cap a full head below the others.

Yep. Just like old times.

At ease, and she was. These soldiers weren't likely to be too social without her assistance...or at least that was what she thought. When a big guy with unexpectedly wavy hair knocked her on the shoulder, Raz tensed to keep herself from grabbing his arm and breaking it in three places. He offered a smirk not unlike what she normally shot Fable when she was feeling hungry. "Hey there. Iruk Gall. Meant to talk to you earlier, but, y'know." He subtly gave her the once-over. Human eyes wouldn't have caught it.

Razelle's did, and she...rolled with the punches. "Yeah. Turns out that the average infantryman here is a freaking ogre. Custom fitting armor takes a few hours. We'll have time to catch up later." She looked down the line a bit to the half-shaven blonde man who was now her CO. "What can you tell me about Six-Three?"

Gall apparently didn't have enough of it, because he held up his hands in response and shook his head. "Hell no. You're new. You haven't seen him during rec. Take it from me: you do not know the Sergeant, and you do not want to know the Sergeant."

Razelle cocked her head to one side, her cap tapping against the tight bun of her hair inside. "Hmm...I guess we'll just have to see about that, won't we?"