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It was a dreary day in the shining city of Chandrilla. The sun hung high in the sky, but its rays didn't refract off of the buildings as it might on any other day. Instead, on this day, clouds sat low in the sky, almost entirely obscuring the planet's vibrant star. The day seemed to stretch on like time itself had grown bored and sought to damn everyone in the dreary city to a slow work day. The drone of engines filled the busy hoverlanes of Hanna city, accompanied by the occasional horn or shout from speeder pilots. Drawing near to the Senate Building was one of Systech's many bulk transportation freighters, cruising through the priority freight lane. The freighters had become a common sight in Hanna city, as well as countless other cities across the Republic as they had been hired to ship bulk amounts of KO Grenades to the Republic, on behalf of the Grand Army's Supreme Commander himself. The bulk freighters, just as the many that had come before it, and the others present this day, had armored hulls - as to not fall easily to pirates or other attackers, nor to allow a stray signal to somehow detonate their weapons within the ship. Today however those armored sides served to shield the occupants of the bulk freighter from the peering eyes of a scanner. Today Systech did not carry their usual payload... no today Systech was transporting legions of Sith and Stormtroopers directly into the heart of the Republic.
Within the Bulk Freighter's cargo hold sat the Imperial Commander, Kalen Genet. He was dressed in his typical subtle dark silver and red Mandalorian armor with his helmet between his knees. His CZ-6100 was attached to a mag plate on his back, and his XPC-71 was slung on a chest harness, and cradled in his arms. He tapped his boots against the durasteel floor of the transport in an expression of nervous energy that he'd picked up during more than a decade of combat. He tilted his head up, locking his gaze upon the dark and menacing visage of Darth Malon. He'd recently witnessed the man absolutely axe the former Dark Lord of the Sith, and take her position. Mental note, watch that one, takes hostile work environment to a whole new level. Nearby, in a neighboring empty section of space, Genet's flagship, recently christened The Immolator, was ready to jump in and aide or evacuate the Commander should he need.
"Alright, listen up mates. In under a minute we're about to smack this baby right here into the Rotunda. When that happens, we're gonna charge down this ramp feet first into chaos itself. 'Lot of you either studied under myself, or my pops, at the academy. Remember your training, and shoot to kill. Doesn't matter if the enemy is running or gunning, take them out. This is going to get hot, and it's going to get hot fast, and some of you will die. Remember, you are not the Grand Army, you are the 121st, and you will be the last men standing when the weaklings have opted to do the easy thing and die. " As his speech finished the Shock Troopers stamped their feet in unison, chanting "Oya!"
He turned his attention once more to Malon, and arched an inquisitive eyebrow at the man, "I saw you axe the Dark Lord last week, lad. I'll be watching my back, lest you misplace one of those fancy sabers of yours."
Kalen felt the change in momentum as the shuttle changed its trajectory, and slid his helmet on. From the outside the shuttle seemed to be going towards the Senate Docking Bay, atop the Republic Executive Building, however it deviated course at the last minute and began flying towards the Rotunda itself. The freighter was moving at a speed fast enough to breach the ornate windows on the Senate walls, but not fast enough to harm anyone within the ship. The building loomed in sight, and swelled as the sluggish cargo hauler approached it. Surely countless alarms were blaring through the building at this point, but it would do no good. The turbolaser emplacements were surrounding the Senate grounds, but the fateful Systech transports were already within the grounds, and out of their sight. Additionally, the fateful Senate Shield that so protected the building for so long had been destroyed months prior by Sith agents.
He heard, at the last second, the telltale buzzing towards the front of the ship as the shields were diverted to the nose. The sudden deafening crash and shuddering of the cargo hauler indicated to Kalen that they had now broken through the sprawling windows that wrapped around the Senate building. He felt the rattling and heard the scraping as the hauler pressed through the grand entrance, and tore across the opulent Rotunda lobby. The ramp screeched as its hydraulics opened it, and the Sith and Shocktroopers within poured out into the surrounding area. Kalen was up on his feet almost instantly upon their stopping, and was one of the first off, his XPC in hand. He could hear the screams of the Senators and guards as they were mowed down, and he put it out of his mind. The sound of wanton death and destruction did not captivate him, nor did it delight him. Instead the sound that kept him going was the drumming roar of blaster fire, and sizzling lightsabers, the sound of battle.
With a swift movement of his arm, his forearm caught the throat of a Senator running for his life psat him. The vibroblade across his arm caught the man in the throat, and elicited a gurgled scream as the man fell to the ground.
"This is it." Kalen looked soberly across the chaos, "This is the end of the Senate."
@Malon
Within the Bulk Freighter's cargo hold sat the Imperial Commander, Kalen Genet. He was dressed in his typical subtle dark silver and red Mandalorian armor with his helmet between his knees. His CZ-6100 was attached to a mag plate on his back, and his XPC-71 was slung on a chest harness, and cradled in his arms. He tapped his boots against the durasteel floor of the transport in an expression of nervous energy that he'd picked up during more than a decade of combat. He tilted his head up, locking his gaze upon the dark and menacing visage of Darth Malon. He'd recently witnessed the man absolutely axe the former Dark Lord of the Sith, and take her position. Mental note, watch that one, takes hostile work environment to a whole new level. Nearby, in a neighboring empty section of space, Genet's flagship, recently christened The Immolator, was ready to jump in and aide or evacuate the Commander should he need.
"Alright, listen up mates. In under a minute we're about to smack this baby right here into the Rotunda. When that happens, we're gonna charge down this ramp feet first into chaos itself. 'Lot of you either studied under myself, or my pops, at the academy. Remember your training, and shoot to kill. Doesn't matter if the enemy is running or gunning, take them out. This is going to get hot, and it's going to get hot fast, and some of you will die. Remember, you are not the Grand Army, you are the 121st, and you will be the last men standing when the weaklings have opted to do the easy thing and die. " As his speech finished the Shock Troopers stamped their feet in unison, chanting "Oya!"
He turned his attention once more to Malon, and arched an inquisitive eyebrow at the man, "I saw you axe the Dark Lord last week, lad. I'll be watching my back, lest you misplace one of those fancy sabers of yours."
Kalen felt the change in momentum as the shuttle changed its trajectory, and slid his helmet on. From the outside the shuttle seemed to be going towards the Senate Docking Bay, atop the Republic Executive Building, however it deviated course at the last minute and began flying towards the Rotunda itself. The freighter was moving at a speed fast enough to breach the ornate windows on the Senate walls, but not fast enough to harm anyone within the ship. The building loomed in sight, and swelled as the sluggish cargo hauler approached it. Surely countless alarms were blaring through the building at this point, but it would do no good. The turbolaser emplacements were surrounding the Senate grounds, but the fateful Systech transports were already within the grounds, and out of their sight. Additionally, the fateful Senate Shield that so protected the building for so long had been destroyed months prior by Sith agents.
He heard, at the last second, the telltale buzzing towards the front of the ship as the shields were diverted to the nose. The sudden deafening crash and shuddering of the cargo hauler indicated to Kalen that they had now broken through the sprawling windows that wrapped around the Senate building. He felt the rattling and heard the scraping as the hauler pressed through the grand entrance, and tore across the opulent Rotunda lobby. The ramp screeched as its hydraulics opened it, and the Sith and Shocktroopers within poured out into the surrounding area. Kalen was up on his feet almost instantly upon their stopping, and was one of the first off, his XPC in hand. He could hear the screams of the Senators and guards as they were mowed down, and he put it out of his mind. The sound of wanton death and destruction did not captivate him, nor did it delight him. Instead the sound that kept him going was the drumming roar of blaster fire, and sizzling lightsabers, the sound of battle.
With a swift movement of his arm, his forearm caught the throat of a Senator running for his life psat him. The vibroblade across his arm caught the man in the throat, and elicited a gurgled scream as the man fell to the ground.
"This is it." Kalen looked soberly across the chaos, "This is the end of the Senate."
@Malon