It was some time past evening on the surface of the planet. The vibrant and lush forests were bathed in darkness, the more metropolitan points of the cities dynamic and alight from the surface. That day, both native and emigrated residents went about their daily lives. They woke up in the morning, they went about their daily business, they came home, they spent time with their families. Parents tucked in their children. Many workers rushed to get that last minute bit of work done before leaving the office. It was a day not unlike others before it.
There was a fissure in the very fibre of space and time high above the surface of the planet. It was a crease that appeared above the atmosphere, as if a knife cutting smoothly across fabric. There was the swirl of a vortex churning and spiraling churn of energy behind it. That rift widened until starships began to poke through it, and then another appeared. The monstrous ships loomed suddenly over the planet Firrerre. There were four destroyers - two Resurgent Classes and two Onager classes, all accompanied by a fleet of corvettes and starfighters. This accelerated appearance was possible only due to the dedicated and tireless efforts of Tiamat.
The ships fanned out in formation, each with their designated targets. As a descent was made towards the atmosphere, the planet just began to realize what was happening. Alarms began to blare, overnight workers sprang to life, sending off alarms and frantic calls. Such was the location of the planet that it would be some time before aid arrived. Firrerre was nowhere near any fully industrial planets that could come to support it in a timely manner.
The destroyers each loomed above a designated metropolis region of the planet. These included Firrerre’s entire commercial and economic hubs, its government and federal districts, its military bases and most population districts.
On the bridge of one of the destroyers was a tall man adorned in his signature armor. Those around him recognized him as Darth Raze. With the death of the Eternal, there was no one to get in his way. There was no one to stop him from finally using the assets at the Sith’s disposal.
“Sir, we have taken position at all of the critical districts,” The officer mentioned, “Are….Are we sure we don’t just want to stick to only the military-”
Raze’s visor slowly turned to look at the man. He didn’t do anything, but the officer stopped speaking at once, “Right, sir. We are ready to fire on command.”
“Send a squadron to the region near Grand Falls,” Raze’s mechanized voice spoke, “Target every known Drast asset on the planet.”
The men returned to their posts as the ships lined up to unload their payload. Raze stepped towards the giant transparisteel panes to observe the impacts of his words before he uttered them. Before the surface of the planet changed forever. Before it went to a place from which it would likely never recover.
“Fire.”