Long live Galidraan
Location: Deploying upon Obra skai/outside the city boundaries.
Objective: Set up a land zone/place of operations for the Imperial forces to storm the targets, force the Mandalorians off-world.
Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Ves Fett"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Vindicta"] [member="Keira Priest"] [member="Haastal Verd"] [member="Cynthia Alucard"] CIC, CIS, anti-Yasha Mando gang.
Enemies: Anything with a pulse, especially [member="Kaine Australis"]
"We're approaching the landing zones in two minutes, sir!"
The Galidraani general eyed the junior officer's taut stance, looking for anything that wasn't as it should be even though he had already checked twice. The lad was scared of what lay ahead, Theodore could not claim to blame the lad for his fear and apprehension, being promoted at an early age and immediately thrust into battle was daunting for anyone. The lad's life and many thousands of others were in the Galidraani lord's hand this fell day. Many would die but for the cause that was driving the Mandalorian filth off-world, a noble and just cause to kill for at the behest of the general secretary word.
"Send word to the other shuttler carriers to land at the coordinates signalled over the network, and I want a perimeter set up at the landing zones provided before we make a move in on the city,"
He commanded calmly, keeping his eyes forward even as a Mandalorian aerial defence round rocked the Chi II-class dropship. Out of the twenty or so Imperial Chi II-class Heavy Dropships that broke through the planetary shields, two had been destroyed by Mandalorian artillery, and the Mandalorian aerial defence had damaged a further five Dropships. With any skill and good luck on the taskforces behalf, which consisted of battle-hardened storm troopers and Imperial guardsmen. Theodore's band of troops would have the city secure rapidly and take out the shields preventing the far larger Imperial fleet and army from joining the battle below.
One minute to disembarkment.
The seconds drew by with each painful breath, the sounds of explosions doting the sky filling the air beneath the low droning hum of the ships as they drew closer. Theodore took off his cap and wiped his forehead. The temperature in the room was high due to the hundreds of computers that were never switched off, and the scent of heated plastics was thick in the air. From the bridge, he was able to stare down a couple of walkways below the main floor where all the waiting Stormtroopers were laid out in neat, orderly lines. His officers shuffled about, doing their routine checks while others were conducting actual communication and relays with other dropships. Everything seemed to be proceeding smoothly – apart from the loss of a few ships from the Mandalorians bombardments. He knew as well as any self-proclaimed Imperial general from the academy that the Mandalorians for all their misgivings and primitiveness could fight well when cornered.
“We've broken through to the city speaker announcers, the lines ready when you are sir.”
Placing the cap back on his head, he turned his attention back to the terminal and the relay officer and nodded in acknowledgement before signalling for the line to be turned on.
"Citizens of this city, by order of the right honourable high chancellor Tanomas Graf, this city and planet is to be annexed by the forces of the Core Imperial Confederation, all combatants will be shown no quarter but if the citizens of this city leave in an orderly manner, they shall be spared, you have ten minutes to comply or this city and all its denizens will be treated as combatants of the Mandalorian clans."
The cloud cover started to lighten up, and bits and pieces of land became visible below. The moment they broke through the protection of the clouds and landed upon the grasslands outside of the city, they were going to be under severe attack from blaster and artillery fire. “Hold on!” He shouted as the shuttle swerved out of the way of artillery fire, but he couldn’t hold it. The shuttle descended into a fast descent, and behind him, it sounded like the entire battalion below was slung from side to side. He knew he was able to recover, but with the manoeuvrability of stone, there was little he could do to make the journey comfortable.
The grounds below rushed towards the dropship at an alarming pace. The pilot pulled the stick back with all of his strength and cut the forward thrusters in favour of the landing thrusters. He managed to slow the descent enough that the landing was a safe and gentle bump. With the flip of a switch, the magnetic clamps keeping the boarding ramps in place let go and what had been the walls of the dropship now fell outwards and crashed onto the surface.
“This is it men!” the Galidraani General called his blaster in hand and raised above his head. “Let’s give those Barbarians hell!”
There was a roar in the back, and then a surge of boots on the ramps as the troops disembarked in an orderly tide of white and black that streamed outwards. Thousands of stormtroopers filled the green grass and set up a defensive landing zone even under occasional artillery fire that ruptured the luscious soil. Heavy armour rolled out of the dropships vehicle bay in an industrial line. The city and its defenders would soon meet the reckoning of a fully armed stormtrooper division that was just as stubborn and hardened as their Beskar clad counterparts.
Objective: Set up a land zone/place of operations for the Imperial forces to storm the targets, force the Mandalorians off-world.
Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Ves Fett"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Vindicta"] [member="Keira Priest"] [member="Haastal Verd"] [member="Cynthia Alucard"] CIC, CIS, anti-Yasha Mando gang.
Enemies: Anything with a pulse, especially [member="Kaine Australis"]
The Galidraani general eyed the junior officer's taut stance, looking for anything that wasn't as it should be even though he had already checked twice. The lad was scared of what lay ahead, Theodore could not claim to blame the lad for his fear and apprehension, being promoted at an early age and immediately thrust into battle was daunting for anyone. The lad's life and many thousands of others were in the Galidraani lord's hand this fell day. Many would die but for the cause that was driving the Mandalorian filth off-world, a noble and just cause to kill for at the behest of the general secretary word.
"Send word to the other shuttler carriers to land at the coordinates signalled over the network, and I want a perimeter set up at the landing zones provided before we make a move in on the city,"
He commanded calmly, keeping his eyes forward even as a Mandalorian aerial defence round rocked the Chi II-class dropship. Out of the twenty or so Imperial Chi II-class Heavy Dropships that broke through the planetary shields, two had been destroyed by Mandalorian artillery, and the Mandalorian aerial defence had damaged a further five Dropships. With any skill and good luck on the taskforces behalf, which consisted of battle-hardened storm troopers and Imperial guardsmen. Theodore's band of troops would have the city secure rapidly and take out the shields preventing the far larger Imperial fleet and army from joining the battle below.
One minute to disembarkment.
The seconds drew by with each painful breath, the sounds of explosions doting the sky filling the air beneath the low droning hum of the ships as they drew closer. Theodore took off his cap and wiped his forehead. The temperature in the room was high due to the hundreds of computers that were never switched off, and the scent of heated plastics was thick in the air. From the bridge, he was able to stare down a couple of walkways below the main floor where all the waiting Stormtroopers were laid out in neat, orderly lines. His officers shuffled about, doing their routine checks while others were conducting actual communication and relays with other dropships. Everything seemed to be proceeding smoothly – apart from the loss of a few ships from the Mandalorians bombardments. He knew as well as any self-proclaimed Imperial general from the academy that the Mandalorians for all their misgivings and primitiveness could fight well when cornered.
“We've broken through to the city speaker announcers, the lines ready when you are sir.”
Placing the cap back on his head, he turned his attention back to the terminal and the relay officer and nodded in acknowledgement before signalling for the line to be turned on.
"Citizens of this city, by order of the right honourable high chancellor Tanomas Graf, this city and planet is to be annexed by the forces of the Core Imperial Confederation, all combatants will be shown no quarter but if the citizens of this city leave in an orderly manner, they shall be spared, you have ten minutes to comply or this city and all its denizens will be treated as combatants of the Mandalorian clans."
The cloud cover started to lighten up, and bits and pieces of land became visible below. The moment they broke through the protection of the clouds and landed upon the grasslands outside of the city, they were going to be under severe attack from blaster and artillery fire. “Hold on!” He shouted as the shuttle swerved out of the way of artillery fire, but he couldn’t hold it. The shuttle descended into a fast descent, and behind him, it sounded like the entire battalion below was slung from side to side. He knew he was able to recover, but with the manoeuvrability of stone, there was little he could do to make the journey comfortable.
The grounds below rushed towards the dropship at an alarming pace. The pilot pulled the stick back with all of his strength and cut the forward thrusters in favour of the landing thrusters. He managed to slow the descent enough that the landing was a safe and gentle bump. With the flip of a switch, the magnetic clamps keeping the boarding ramps in place let go and what had been the walls of the dropship now fell outwards and crashed onto the surface.
“This is it men!” the Galidraani General called his blaster in hand and raised above his head. “Let’s give those Barbarians hell!”
There was a roar in the back, and then a surge of boots on the ramps as the troops disembarked in an orderly tide of white and black that streamed outwards. Thousands of stormtroopers filled the green grass and set up a defensive landing zone even under occasional artillery fire that ruptured the luscious soil. Heavy armour rolled out of the dropships vehicle bay in an industrial line. The city and its defenders would soon meet the reckoning of a fully armed stormtrooper division that was just as stubborn and hardened as their Beskar clad counterparts.
