Traitors Deserve Death[Faction? Invite Only?]

[Alva Calvarona]

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."

 

[Utena Calvarona]

[member="Alva Calvarona"]

Utena had gotten some combat experience with Alva... then thir sister had vanished again and there was no word of her. A problem since they were now dealing with traitors as the empress had been trying to. More then that her ten year with Valkyrie had been not as fun. She knew how to do the stuff but her commander said she had the passion but not the skill. she might have to try and go towards joinign the imperial knights and trying that order out while moving not. She might be the princess but that didn't mean she didn't have a job to do above all. Helping keep morale up in the face of their friends dying was as needed as research and development of new weapons.

"Come on now stand up and." She was dancing with some of the lesser skilled fighters but they were trained, muscled and flexible. They could also take orders and move to the music playing in the player as Utena twisted and gyrated her body giving the look almost of boneless movement. She at least had some skills with contortion that her force trainers had taught. She could at least use that as motivation while she touched the headset on her ear singing with the others to the music. Then there was the klaxons of them approaching and orders being issued. The time for fun and morale was over while she was moving to not be in the way but get on some of the gun.

"Alright start heading out and we'll see about what happens in the end afterwards." She held a smirk and gave a small wink while dressing in some combat pants with a swaying of her hip but not to much before she was getting armored up with a holster as she zipped up. The imperial knights would have their thing to do and she'd have to help them where she could while getting a pistol and energy sword. Her mind briefly thought about the golems Alva had found but didn't know if they would be able to be used and help them.

 

[Julius Paceus]

Julius grinned as the message came in that the task force was nearing Valc VII, finally some action and a chance to prove himself. His father had disappeared into the Nether, never to return, but he had a family name to live up to. As a Paceus, it was his duty to Crina and the Empire to fight against those that would disrupt order.

He had foregone his Imperial Knight attire, the organization was in such disarray from many of their Knights disappearing that Julius had decided to serve in an all Crinan unit, the Crinan Knights. Designated a special unit for the operation, and also having access to a prototype armor, Julius rotated his shoulders in the power armor. He had made his only stipulation be that it was painted silver with the Paceus family crest next to his rank badge and the Imperial sigil.

He placed the helmet onto his head, the advanced HUD coming online as he heard the message from the Princess.

"This is Lieutenant Paceus, we will see if these fancy suits really live up to what you are hoping for, your Highness," he said, earning some chuckles from the men around him, all clad in similar armor. "Just don't wait up for us when we blow through that traitor's forces."

"Alright men, our objective, beyond testing the new armor, is to be the spear point for the ground assault. Fayor is holed up here, with plenty of troopers and defenses. We're going to show him what it means to try and become a warlord of old. Hooah?"

"Hooah!" the men and women around him chorused, bashing their fists against their chest plates. It was going to be fun time.

[member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Utena Calvarona"]

 

[Sai Fel]

[member="Julius Paceus"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Dai-doji Keiji"] [member="Weiss"]

"You will not go." Sai looked at her aunt, a death glare if there ever was one while she spoke. "No I am going down there, my father didn't do everything he did for me to sit in the rafters and not help. Besides we need to show unity you said so yourself." There was a look between them and the older woman while she snapped. The dead emperors daughter getting her red armor brought to her as she took the saber and blaster to go and support the others in the squads. They had sent out the word so whoever wanted to work on fighting for the remnant would be able to come and aid them... Or get a place if their men and friends were traitors. Sai was getting ready while an Imperial KNight escort squad would be brought with her to protect the princesses.

 

[Weiss]

Weiss felt the shake of the landing transport rushing through the athmosphere.

"HUDDLE UP!" his commanding officer roared. "WE ARE IN FOR A TREAT!"

The stormtroopers checked weapons and made sure their strappings were tight as the muffled sounds of anti air gunnery started outside. A massive explossion shook the vessel.

"Damn, that what The beta company...." weiss heard his officer mumble.
Seconds later the craft steered heavily to its left and slowed down to a hovering position just meters above ground, the landing door was opening as the officers started barking their orders.

"Move! Move! Move" and the stormtroopers obeyed, they rushed out from their landing crafts en masse blasting their way across an unprepared slightyl outdated but resilient enemy.

Weiss held his position inthe ranks firing at the enemy positions advancing as his fellow troopers were either doing the same or taking shots for their Empire.

[member="Sai Fel"] [member="Julius Paceus"] [member="Utena Calvarona"] [member="Alva Calvarona"]

 

[Weiss]

The platoon had secured their objective - the southeast rebel compound. But it had been mostly due to the nature of this surprise attack. Now the traitorious defenders were organising themselves. The compound was not a main objective for the operation but held significant tactical value for the mechanised companies and served as a refueling position for the rebels.

"Get those guns up and firing!” Lieutenant Fael roared from the compound centre where he had assumed the command of the base. The compound held stirdy walls and several repeating rifles mounted on them. Just as the platoon had taken control over it the rebels had launched a counterattack, eager to reclaim their fuel. The stormtrooper platoon had stepped in and managed to slow the rebels somewhat – but the fate of the base seemed dire…

On the walls stormtroopers formed a defensive stance but the coming onslaught seemed inevitable.

”Lt! Without heavy guns we won’t be able to hold this base! Call for evac!" Corporal Weiss shouted – trying to make his voice heard across the blaster storm. He held a kneeling position on the wall, firing wildly at the advancing rebel forces.

Outside the rebels had an entire Battalion making its way closer, slowly and carefully but without halting. Their numbers were overwhelming. Weiss looked to his left and right – the fear in some of the newer recruits started to show. Their advanced military training kept them in check though. A blast threw the trooper to his left to the ground. Smoke rose from his chest, exposing the hole in his white armor. The defenders numbers were dwindling and their defeat was obvious. Clearly intel was inacurate about the rebel strength here.

An explosion tore the north wall to pieces as the first devastating shells started to drop on the base.

” Sergeant! Make a wedge in the western line! ” The Lt ordered Sergeant Cob who rolled back down from the wall signaling for Alpha squad to follow him as he with sped continued toward the western wall still holding together.” "Hold your positions!" Weiss ordered his few remaining men and threw the base comlink aside pulling out his rifle joining the troopers forming a brave but vain defensive position amongst the rubble of the destroyed northern wall.

Alpha squad moved as one. The pack leaped over the Northern wall, two scouts on Cobs signal spread out flanking the closest Rebel soldiers.

”WALL FORMATION!” Cob Bellowed and the rest of the unit formed in a tight formation bravely setting up the offensive and eye drawing fire line.

Two rebel soldiers found themselves without the possibility to breathe as the scouts simultaneously appeared in ambush, having their vibro daggers slicing rebel throats with deadly precision. Half a second later the fire line opened a furious attack, firing with combined accuracy and deadliness.
As rebel soldiers fell their advancement came to a momentary halt and for the Imperial troopers the brief breathing pause almost held victory in the air.

”Give em hell! ” Cob snarled, an almost maddened laughter escaped his lips as the rebels for the first time came to a halt.
They all knew their death were imminent though. This assault was a suicide attack to draw attention from the Compound for a few precious minutes.

Half a minute ran by, things went silent. Then two AT-ST came into sight and as they moved their canons rained down fire upon the compound walls.

Weiss turned to his Lt and roared:

"We need reinforcement or evac now LT!" the shell hit the Lt in his belly and with a deafening blast Weiss was thrown down like a glove from the walls and into the center of the compound. To his left the head of his former lieutenant rolled past.

Soon afterwards Alpha squad, under a furious sergeant Cobb, were mangled to death by the rebel soldiers avenging their killed brothers - taking up the advancement after the short setback Rebel forces was again taking momentum. To left and right alpha squads fire line lost its troopers against the overwhelming fire power unleashed by the attackers.

Weiss as temporarily highest ranking in the platoon realised the situation and grabbed the com from his dead COs helmet.

"To command!" he roared. "This is the 337th! Compound at X165-Y765! We are being trampled here! Requesting aeral support! I repeat we cant hold this position without reinforcement right n..." his message was aborted as a bastershot hit the com. Weiss turned and clenched a fist. No time for regrets...

"Defensive circle!" he ordered and the decimated force of stormtroopers lined up inside the rubble of the compund for one final stand. Weiss could not help but look to the skies, without help they were lost to the rebel war machines approaching...

[member="Sai Fel"] [member="Julius Paceus"] [member="Utena Calvarona"] [member="Alva Calvarona"]

 

[Julius Paceus]

[member="Weiss"] [member="Sai Fel"] [member="Alva Calvarona"]

"Well guess that's our cue," Julius said to his unit of Crina Knights and forces as the 337th was in danger of being cut off. "Deploy some bombers to hit this location here, let's move people!"

The tromping of boots signaled movement as his men and he moved to the dropships to deploy to the surface. His first real action in service of the Empire, even though he had hoped to serve as an Imperial Knight, but he would make his faction proud now. His father would approve no doubt, if he was still alive. Strapping the smooth helmet of his armor on, he clipped the saber to his belt and brought up his blaster. He also had the energy swords in his power armor, and it would prove to be an interesting test.

The dropships started to move as the last trooper got on board, heading to help the encircled stormtrooper detachment. Several TIEs and bombers formed up with the dropships, all of them coming in to smash the traitor's encirclement of the loyalist forces.

"This the First Crinan Knight Division, we're on our way 337," he said over encrpyted channels to the stormtroopers below. AA fire started to rise up to greet them, along with enemy TIEs and other inconveniences. One dropship exploded as it took a burst of AA, flames, debris, and bodies falling to the ground below. They would be coming in hot apparently.

 

[Salaza]

A lone X-70B Phantom sat in the middle of the Imperial Remnant space. The ship, crew, everything inside of it was a gift granted to the one in charge of the ship itself. She sat in her private quarters which, after some refitting, had been grafted with a holo-deck feature. To anyone walking in they would seem what seemed like an impossible sight. A beautiful terrace overlooking an open space of lush green fields and purple mountains. Sitting in the center was a single chair with a small table where wine and food sat. The chiss admiral enjoyed what seemed like a tranquil scene.​

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Her little peaceful moment was interrupted when the message had been broadcasted throughout the ship; only one of such importance could be allowed on her ship. An attack was to be made on the traitor Major Fayor. Admiral Tarkin had never met him but knew him by reputation. Her pure red eyes opened when the jump was to be made in ten minutes, though later she would find out this information had come five minutes late. A lesson would be given to her communications officer about it later. Hitting a button on her chair the holo-deck imagery cut, revealing what looked more like a seat at the head of the ship overlooking the emptiness of space.​

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Standing she spoke over the comms of the ship, saying "Prepare the jump to hyperspace. I want any and all allies within the sector to follow my mark once we reach our destination."​

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After that Admiral Tarkin made her way out of her room and towards the command deck. By the time she arrived her ship was already prepped and her information officer had informed her of who was currently in the sector. A smaller fighter squadron including a single destroyer. She would've preferred more but this would have to do. On her command every ship jumped into hyperspace before arriving.​

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The moment she realized they'd been late she sent word over comms, saying "Admiral Tarkin reporting in. Would someone care to tell me what the hell is going on down there?"​

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[member="Julius Paceus"] [member="Weiss"] [member="Sai Fel"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Utena Calvarona"]​

 

[Utena Calvarona]

[member="Eobarda Tarkin"] [member="Julius Paceus"] [member="Weiss"] [member="Alva Calvarona"]

Theme Song: Paradise Lost

The reports that were coming in had her interested mostly when other appeared... ones she hadn't realized were around or coming to their aid. soldiers, officers and knights oh my. She didn't know what to say at first while she stood in the body armor and looked at her stuff. She could at least handle the logistical things as she spoke. "Admiral Tarkin, welcome to the party. We are running off some traitors who were responsible for the death of the emperor." The assassination attempt on the emperor and empress had been stopped only partially and Utena was in the hanger bay while she was with her squad setting some coordinates for them to land.

 

[Weiss]

The stormtropers fell like flies and the compound was soon overrun.

"HOLD THE LINE!" was all that was being yelled in between the extremely well disciplined troopers. For a few moments longer it appeared they would manage, but then to their right a towering AT-ST peered over the walls. It moved its head toward the center of the compound, guns aiming. It would have been the end of the 337th. As the troopers of the 337th realised their dire situation a loud crack and an explossion seperated the parts of the AT-ST. A Tie-Bomber roared past and [member="Julius Paceus"] voice accompanied it.

"Understood Commander!" Weiss yelled back as he kept firing wildy at the east side of the compound where rebel troopers were climinb over the rubbles of the wall.

"Reinforcement is on the way!" he roared to the rest of the 337th who felt hope returning to their minds.

[member="Julius Octavian"]
[member="Utena Calvarona"]
[member="Sai Fel"]
[member="Eobarda Tarkin"]

 

[Salaza]

With the reports in from the others Admiral Tarkin only stood there, taking it in, while her commander said "We should send troops down for aid immediatly."​

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"Belay that order!" she cut him off. "They've cleared a path for us. Now we can take the fight to the ain target." She turned and ordered over comms. "Send the TIE fighters to drop any and all remaining defenses. I want the Star Destoryer over tha iar space. A nice little sign to let them know the heavy artilary it here. And send any and all ground troops down there and tell the to push foward. I want that base taken and I want that traitor alive!"​

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With each command she gave everyone of her commanders and officers issued a "Yes, ma'am." before hurrying off. From her spot on the command deck Admiral Tarkin merley sood and watched as a small holo-display of the battlefield manifested. She could see the entire layout and, within a few moments, watched as the peices she set into play made thier move. While they would aid those like [member="Weiss"] [member="Utena Calvarona"] and [member="Julius Paceus"] it was clear their main intent was taking the advantage of their work and making the final push towards the complex. None would stop to aid, only pushing foward to ensure the battle was over sooner than later.​

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[member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Sai Fel"]​

 

[Alva Calvarona]

[member="Weiss"] [member="Eobarda Tarkin"] [member="Utena Calvarona"] [member="Julius Paceus"]

Major Fayor was certainly displeased. The attack had come while he was lounging in the bath, and by the time he had dressed himself and rushed to his parlor where the defense of the main compound was being organize the enemy attacking his stronghold was already getting underway. It infuriated him! "Who dared? I want to know who dared!' His booming voice cowed several of his junior staff present, but it did not last long as the seniors began to respond aptly, traitors though they may be they were still trained soldiers and officers. "The Remnant sent an attack force for us? Ha! They don't have the strength for this, the fools. So they took the refueling depot south of the main complex, so what! Close the base's gates and get plex launchers on the walls, they can help handle the enemy aircraft and vehicles with the turbolaser towers. Put an AT-AT behind the gate too as a surprise, send a detachment to retake the fueling depot as well, send in another pair of AT-STs, they can't keep their bombers there to give them cover for long. Once we drive that group out we'll be able to keep them in the front and they'll be stuck on open ground. . . .have Captain Talberd deploy all his TIEs and push forward in space. They only have one Star Destroyer to our two, who cares if its a class III, we can overwhelm it with our numbers, their cruisers can't hold us back, have the Carracks screen their squadrons trying to make planetside runs. We're crushing them!"

And so they carried out his orders. The Tears of Calamity leading the Remnant's charge would soon see the enemy twin star destroyers approaching despite coming under fire from its heftier guns and those of its supporting cruisers, and all the space around the planet would become a flustered engagement as squadrons from all sides clashed and those making runs planetside escorting the reinforcements for the ground troops found themselves under fire from the small cruisers the traitors had repositioned.

All while the 337th would see another contingent begin to head their way with more enemy armor inbound even as AA fire intensified.

Alva found herself biting her lips, hand on the yoke of her TIE Seeker as another turned the dial to compensate for the power output she was exceeding past safe levels. Things were quite hairy indeed, as she led Skull Squadron through a dive maneuver to tear into a trio of interceptors chasing after more of the transports bearing equipment heading dirtside. However, there was no number advantage for fighter support on either side, the space battle was much more even in nature than that on the ground, and whether that made it more favorable to be stuck in or more concerning the young Captain Calvarona didn't know. What she did know was that another flight of TIEs piloted by traitors was coming in as she signaled a nearby TIE Defender Unit to join Skull Squadron in a pass on the incoming boogies.

The reports of Admiral Tarkin making her arrival at last made the Imperial Pilot laugh as she performed a barrel roll with her wingmates as the 181st clashed with the enemy combatants. "Admiral, pleasure for you to join us. The Fleet is at your disposal as ranking officer, the Tears of Calamity seems to be catching the eyes of some suitors, I don't think twins are in, plus they look a bit old for our girl. Mind taking command of her and putting the two down as violently as possible? Don't have to bust their heads, but crippling their legs should do the trick, then we might be able to refit them as prizes as war afterward maam. As for clearing the airspace, we'll try but the boots on the ground need to take out the enemy generators, the complex has a shield unit for use against orbital bombardment or else we'd be shooting already, plus their turbolaser towers makes bombing runs inconvenient. We can barely get any regiments close to the fighting with the flak they got going."

Clutching the controls of her fighter, Alva pulled up hard in her chase of what felt like the ace of an enemy squadron since he so cockily took to downing the slower Defenders in the Interceptor he was jockeying around in. Pulling the trigger once he fell into her targeting computer's range though made her frown. A good pilot, too bad they were all fighting today, he might have been an asset to the Empire had he not become a traitor. "My Squadron has the next pull planetside Admiral, we'll be taking an AT-FAT to the 337th as a present. Between them and the First Crinan Knight Company they should be able to breach the complex and we can start making progress downside."

And so seeing the transport begin their run, Alva flicked to the frequency for nearby Squadrons and brought a Scimitar Bomber and TIE Hunter unit with her as they made the run against the Carrack Cruisers sitting on the direct path the transports needed in orbit. Flicking through the controls and reaching over for the tactical display Alva updated the flight's directives to hit the Carracks on the left flank aiming for critical components and soft hull sections in their pass. For a tense minute the fighters made their approach before they entered enemy attack range and came under fire, the Carracks laser cannon defenses spewing death to claim an eighth of the TIEs under the young woman's command before they entered their own range and replied back to the Carracks trying to blast through them after the transports. A reply appropriately consisting of a wave of proton torpedos and a hail of laser and ion cannon fire from all the fighters that struck the light cruisers in their path, detonating the one on the far left, leaving it trailing fire as its engines failed and it fell into orbit, while the other shifted from its position to avoid the attack and fully gave the transports and their escorts the clearing they needed to head into atmo.

After that it was a, less but still, tense ride down as the 181st squadrons making the trip groundside led the way for the transports aiming to reinforce the 337th at the refueling depot. Which, speaking of, ought to get a warning about their inbound presents. "Hey we heard the 337th got the detail at the refueling depot. Crap duty if you ask me, who'd you piss off for that haul? Well since you got gas and no toys to put it in how about we give you some walkers? We got the brand new AT-AT of the day for you boys. Hope you like something with a bit more steel to it because the AT-FAT is a bit sensitive about its weight so treat it right ok? The 221st will be backing you up as well, but you fellas got point so consider it a promotion to be in charge of the first wave. . . . .reinforcements and packages ETA five minutes. Be ready."

Well if the flak fire didn't take it all out first. Alva flinched when the laser bolts and flak rounds started to fill the air around the transports, along with herself and the rest of the escorting TIEs. Explosions dotted the sky as rounds burst in the atmosphere, and some of them tore through the cockpits of several of the TIEs and Scimitars, turning them into fiery wrecks spiraling towards the ground to leave their own craters and crush whatever unfortunately got stuck beneath them. There was no stopping casualties among the transports either as one of the 221st's platoons found themselves in a burning deathtrap that plummeted them to their deaths as its engines were shot out.

That didn't stop them though as the transports dropped down low to drop their containers with the squads and vehicles in them on top of the 337th's position, an AT-FAT stomping out of the largest one, its heavy cannons returning terrifying fire to what had targeted it while it was in the sky. Alva was satisfied with that as her squadrons kept going to lead the transports back up as they made a quick strafing run on the approaching enemy AT-STs and trooper squads that wanted to threaten the 337th so badly. "Right so that's a few rounds you owe the 181st after the operation. We'll put the tab on the 337th, and you can put yours on the Admiralty, sound good?"

 

[Weiss]

Weiss missed the rebel trooper to his right and got his rifle stock slamming him over the chest. He could hear radiocommunication, it sounded like an officer, but he was to busy staying alive at the moment. to his right TK-437 put a hole in the trooper hammering Weiss down. Weiss got to a standing position only to see his saviour being blown to bits by two more advancing rebels.
Weiss fired and managed to hit the right one who fell, hole in the helmet.

The other rebel returned fire and Weiss felt an immense pain in his left leg. He knelt grinnging, but kept firing and hit the second soldier. the walls were just debris by now and the troopers engaged in close combat. Cursing he ript oopen a kolot injection and injected it straight into his leg. Seconds later an explossion to right in front of him threw him flying several meters backwards and up on the rubble that just to be the south wall.
Two more AT-ST walker were rapidly approaching, main guns firing at the compound without regard to their own troopers inside.

Weiss lay on his back, a crack in his helmet revealed a splinter sticking out from it. He lifted his gun and fired at the walkers, but to no good. It just bounced of its armor.

Feeling exhausted he grabbed his grenade from the belt, maybe... he thought, knowing it was a futile attempt.

Then the skies darkened and the 181st dropships swooped in, troops and even walkers embarged. The AT-FAT immideately launched a terrible barrage against tha approaching AT-STs along with rocket troopers making the process short. As the heads of the AT-STs exploded into zillions smal burning pieces the compound defenders cheered and retook momentum. With strength drawn from pure adrenaline Weiss pulled himself up.

"GIVE EM HELL!" he roared and fired uncontrollaby toward the enemy.

Weiss was no tactical officer, he was only a corporal, good at his work but a bit clumsy leading the two units as a whole. since the death of botrh his LT and Srg he was now the senior ranking of the crippled 337th and the 181 reinforcement heeded his call. A bit clumsily the two units worked to win ground under his orders and by the 181st superiour training and equipment they succeeded but the command left for more to wish. The exhausted Weiss merely made sure everyone was firing everything they had. For the time being it worked. And they gained momentum, slowly pushing their way toward the main gate of the traitors base.

[member="Alva Calvarona"]
[member="Utena Calvarona"]
[member="Eobarda Tarkin"]
[member="Julius Paceus"]
[member="Julius Octavian"]

 

[Julius Paceus]

[member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Weiss"] [member="Eobarda Tarkin"] [member="Utena Calvarona"]

His First Crinan Knight Company broke through the atmosphere, but the AA fire was so thick that the transports couldn't get close to the ground without getting mauled.

"HALO drop, go go go!" he ordered, and his men started pouring out of the back of the dropships, right into the middle of an aerial dogfight and flak. Some men and women wouldn't make it, but as Julius joined his men in the drop, he was ready for the action. A TIE fighter exploded in the air right underneath him, flames from the destruction licking at his armor, but the new power armor was doing wonders. He would need to let the Princess know how well it worked out in that case.

Activating his booster pack, he landed heavily and immediately opened fire with his blaster rifle.

"This is Lieutenant Paceus of the 1st Crinan Knight Company. Who's in command of the 337th and 181st on the ground?" he asked over the coms. A rebel trooper came out of a foxhole, but was immediately gunned down by Julius and one of his men.

The enemy forces under Fayor seemed to be in more disarray now, getting pushed back slowly towards his compound. They had armor vehicles, that's good. The skies still weren't in their control yet though, and Julius gasped as his armor took a stray blaster bolt. That would be some bruising later, but the armor held for now.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Alva Calvarona"] |

Outer Rim Territories.
Perinn Sector.
Valc system, Valc VII.

Following Akala's devastating attack on galaxy, the Imperial Remnant had lost key regions, leaving only the Crina and Kalee systems under it's domain. It was push and go time for the Empire in Exile. They would need to react and strike fast if the tenants of the New Order ever stood of chance of being erected once more in the Core and beyond. Alicia Drey was a business entrepreneur from Chandrila, who had made contact with the Imperial Remnant months before sudden disappearances across the galaxy and destruction of Corellia. Back then, the Valc system had been one of a few dozen systems that the Imperial Remnant had managed to annex. One galactic disaster and a secret pregnancy later, she found herself in the middle of a civil war.

Mayor Fayor had decided to seize the chance to take the Valc system for himself, naming himself Warlord and it's ruler. Unfortunately for him, he had bitten off more than he could chew. The Imperial Remnant had consolidated it's assets and had formed a response to Fayor's betrayals. Furthermore, the secret Order of Sith Lords had placed it's fingers into the Imperial pie. Darth Ayra, under the alias of Alicia Drey, required Fayor to be deposed if her relationship with the Imperial Remnant was to become viable. Not only from a economical sense (she required the Valc shipyards for Imperial Arms Incorporated) but for the completion of the Grand Plan. Unknowingly, Fayor had provided himself as an obstacle to the will of the Sith Lord and thus his life had become forfeit.

The Invictus E-Class Star Destroyer had been in service to the Sith Empire, before it's destruction in 837 ABY. Subach-Innes, now known as Emeritus Industries, had refitted several of these ships back in the days of the Empire. It would be one of these vessels that Darth Ayra would lend her support to Alva Calvarona and her force. It paid to be friends with a Sith Lord (even if Alva did not know Alicia to be one) and it would be through their combined strength that the Valc system would once more serve the Imperium.

 

[Rick Galurom]

[member="Weiss"] [member="Alva Calvarona"]

Objective: Reinforce the 337th

Newly recruited, the power lifter was recruited into the storm legions. The athlete was obviously a viable candidate, not only was he a patriot like the rest in service. But Rick was a professional athlete before joining, his physical condition was better then most of the entire galaxy. The commander of the brave survivors fighting had no leader, until reinforcements arrived. The storm legions had sent a detachment within the 181st, the elite shock troopers would taste battle. Many of these men were like himself, straight out of training, Galurom was nervous, he was the last of his family after his parents died for his country. Not only would he have to fight for his beloved emperor, but for his names survival. Suddenly the ship landed, and his officer shrieked out to the nervous trooper as the ramp went down, "Heavy! Provide some cover, and follow your training!" , with a nod, the lean, and mean soldier with his heavy repeater, had gunned down ten men charging to their deaths in order to kill the advancing unit. It all happened quick, his feet were moving as he continued advancing, and providing cover. The blaster roaring after every shot, explosions coming all about. This was war, a chaotic mess, today he would become a bloodied warrior, tested by battle.

 

[Weiss]

Weiss had the 337th and the 181st advancing on the main gates, unaware of the AT-AT hiding in ambush behind it. The forces would start bombarding the gate within minutes and while the 337th supported covering fire spraying toward the walls the 181st prepared to handle the actual breach of the gate.

Weiss felt a relief as another detachment of stormtroopers reinforced the broken lines of the 337th and turned to answer the com from [member="Julius Paceus"] .

"This is TK-402 Commander Paceeus. The 337th was given charge of this, and we are about to assualt the main gate. We lack any COs present Sir. Would you mind taking charge from here?

Weiss would follow orders no matter what but he knew more troopers then necessary was lost as long as no one with better experience took over.


[member="Julius Paceus"]
[member="Rick Galurom"]
[member="Darth Ayra"]
[member="Alva Calvarona"]
[member="Eobarda Tarkin"]

 

[Utena Calvarona]

Utena was moving now, better even since it seemed their people were operating with efficiency. She had Valkyrie squad who were moving towards the drop ships to head down. A team of technicians going with them while she marched. Imperial knights could protect with the princesses and Fels. She was rather looking forward to this while grabbing a rifle. "I am almost on the ground with a team."

 

[Rick Galurom]

[member="Weiss"]

The trooper looked through his helmet, in front of TK-402 the heavy infantrymen fired his repeater into a crowd of twenty advancing traitors, killing seven of them with his accurate volley of blasters, and wounding ten more. The pure precision in his shots were perfect, the warrior was obviously athletic, as he slid into position. "Sir ,we need to call in air support onto that AT-AT, or we are done fo" , more men came into there position firing, the newly initiated soldier fired upon them with a huge kick, pinning them down. "As I was saying or we are done for! Do you have a comlink ?" , Rick inquired.

 

[Weiss]

[member="Rick Galurom"]

Weiss cursed under his breath and kept firing.

"You hold position 404, command knows our situation and air support already dropped their load." he ordered then switched to platoon frequancy.

"337th! alpha and Delta squad, hold positions, covering fire!"

"Bravo squad - Dig in! we need trenches yesturday or you wont live to see the morning! Get to it!"

Weiss turned around looking for any signs of walkers approaching. It felt as if they were winning ground, but this operation was chaotic and he had no idea if they had air superiourity or if they were to expect bombers on their own heads instead.

"TK-404, confirm AT-AT sighting! Direction and Distance!" the 181 was closer to the gate, and with it the AT-FAT bombarding the shields protecting the gatehouse. Weiss did not want to loose it, especially if more walkers were approaching..