Alva Calvarona
Character
Major Fayor was a charismatic man, an ambitious man, a competent commander, and brutal man true to imperial doctrines. . . . . . and a traitor.
In the mysterious catastrophe in which the denizens of the galaxy were plagued by the disappearances of many of its inhabitants through unknown causes, the Imperial Remnant found itself struck a hard blow. With few systems securely under the faction's control of course the loss of military strength and the mass vanishing act of the citizens among the population they held the duty of protecting they were frantic enough just maintaining order and operation of the worlds towards the heart of their territory.
It was during this time Major Fayor decided that this sudden front of what seemed like weakness to him, who was quite vocal of Imperial Dominance and aggression over the rest of the galaxy, that he was of course more fit to rule. Taking up a mantle of a warlord much like those in the time following the defeat of Palpatine's styled Empire at Endor, Fayor used the charisma he was born with and his status to rebel against the Remnant's forces station on Valc VII, the primary Imperial Military installation and fortress world.
While his so called coup took control of the planet, he did so while the Imperial Emperor and Empress, along with their personal guards, had departed, leaving much of the regular troopers remaining open to being swayed by honied words, along with threats made by his compatriots and mercenaries bought with his family's fortune. What little resistance did fight back was unable to coordinate and all that remained of them were several distress calls made just before the end of Fayor's rebellion.
Now Fayor smiled to himself standing next to the window of the primary military complex on the planet's surface, looking out at the forces arrayed in drills below. Stormtroopers clad in their white armor, and standard AT-ATs and AT-STs milling about in basic operation testing and perimeter control. In orbit sat two older Star Destroyer models backed by double the number of Carrack class light cruisers, complete with TIE Fighter compliments. Oh yes, he was quite smug and secure in his ability to revolt and maintain control for the last few years.
But what he didn't know was that his time was at an end.
"All pilots report in, this is Captain Calvrona of the 181st Skull Squadron. Double check your systems once more before drop. Command wants all bombers with their payloads ready and anyone in a TIE Seeker, Hunter, or Interceptor ready to engage the enemy orbital defenses. Remember, the Star Destroyer Tears of Calamity along with our Heavy Cruisers will be leading the assault on the ships that Major Fayor has been purported to have deployed alongside several older Imperator models. Hound and Valkyrie squadrons don't forget you're running escort for those dropships. Make sure we don't lose anyway, the Storm Commandos and First Company are all itching to gun down the traitors, any of them that die before they even get to fight might just haunt us if we don't do our jobs right. Plus I doubt the General will be pleased if we lose any of the AT-FATs or Bixi Walkers. We'll be needing them to break down the enemy gates if the commandos don't reach the command center and open the doors for the infantry. Plus recon units say the rebel fool managed to dig up functioning AT-ATs, it would be a great test for the new Walkers to break a few and show just what modern technology and know how can do. . . . . .command's come through people we drop out of hyperspace in ten minutes. Set your clocks and prepare to launch from the bays as soon as they open."
Changing her channel's frequency to that of the soldiers, both Imperial Storm Commandos and Infantry, in the dropships and shuttles, Alva Calvarona, Captain of the Imperial Navy and current commander of the 181st Fighter Wing, grinned knowingly as she left a message for those in the new special unit whose performance she was particularly interested in witnessing. "Hey, by the way. All you folk in the Knight division, tell me how the power armor works. I might just pester someone in R&D to make me one or ask for a transfer bootside if I hear you guys have the highest combat rating down there."
In the mysterious catastrophe in which the denizens of the galaxy were plagued by the disappearances of many of its inhabitants through unknown causes, the Imperial Remnant found itself struck a hard blow. With few systems securely under the faction's control of course the loss of military strength and the mass vanishing act of the citizens among the population they held the duty of protecting they were frantic enough just maintaining order and operation of the worlds towards the heart of their territory.
It was during this time Major Fayor decided that this sudden front of what seemed like weakness to him, who was quite vocal of Imperial Dominance and aggression over the rest of the galaxy, that he was of course more fit to rule. Taking up a mantle of a warlord much like those in the time following the defeat of Palpatine's styled Empire at Endor, Fayor used the charisma he was born with and his status to rebel against the Remnant's forces station on Valc VII, the primary Imperial Military installation and fortress world.
While his so called coup took control of the planet, he did so while the Imperial Emperor and Empress, along with their personal guards, had departed, leaving much of the regular troopers remaining open to being swayed by honied words, along with threats made by his compatriots and mercenaries bought with his family's fortune. What little resistance did fight back was unable to coordinate and all that remained of them were several distress calls made just before the end of Fayor's rebellion.
Now Fayor smiled to himself standing next to the window of the primary military complex on the planet's surface, looking out at the forces arrayed in drills below. Stormtroopers clad in their white armor, and standard AT-ATs and AT-STs milling about in basic operation testing and perimeter control. In orbit sat two older Star Destroyer models backed by double the number of Carrack class light cruisers, complete with TIE Fighter compliments. Oh yes, he was quite smug and secure in his ability to revolt and maintain control for the last few years.
But what he didn't know was that his time was at an end.
"All pilots report in, this is Captain Calvrona of the 181st Skull Squadron. Double check your systems once more before drop. Command wants all bombers with their payloads ready and anyone in a TIE Seeker, Hunter, or Interceptor ready to engage the enemy orbital defenses. Remember, the Star Destroyer Tears of Calamity along with our Heavy Cruisers will be leading the assault on the ships that Major Fayor has been purported to have deployed alongside several older Imperator models. Hound and Valkyrie squadrons don't forget you're running escort for those dropships. Make sure we don't lose anyway, the Storm Commandos and First Company are all itching to gun down the traitors, any of them that die before they even get to fight might just haunt us if we don't do our jobs right. Plus I doubt the General will be pleased if we lose any of the AT-FATs or Bixi Walkers. We'll be needing them to break down the enemy gates if the commandos don't reach the command center and open the doors for the infantry. Plus recon units say the rebel fool managed to dig up functioning AT-ATs, it would be a great test for the new Walkers to break a few and show just what modern technology and know how can do. . . . . .command's come through people we drop out of hyperspace in ten minutes. Set your clocks and prepare to launch from the bays as soon as they open."
Changing her channel's frequency to that of the soldiers, both Imperial Storm Commandos and Infantry, in the dropships and shuttles, Alva Calvarona, Captain of the Imperial Navy and current commander of the 181st Fighter Wing, grinned knowingly as she left a message for those in the new special unit whose performance she was particularly interested in witnessing. "Hey, by the way. All you folk in the Knight division, tell me how the power armor works. I might just pester someone in R&D to make me one or ask for a transfer bootside if I hear you guys have the highest combat rating down there."