OOC: This is just non-canon personal storytelling and has no impact on the actual battle or its aftermath.
Operation Blue Storm: Dubrillion
Operation Blue Storm: Dubrillion
Land. Sea. Air. The Empire had taken to both ever since its inception. Securing its presence through the conquest of planets, the expansion of systems, from Bastion and now to Dubrillion.
Jedi. Sith. Whatever and whoever the enemy was, it didn’t matter much to some. They were just the fist that swung, patriots with guns, and all they needed was to believe that their cause was just. That was the true iron in their grip, wrought in victory and vengeance.
As the Imperial Armed Forces descended, determined to break the enemy’s defenses, to take out the resistance at the palace and the factory, they did so from the air, on the land, in the sea.
Interceptors and other ships flew in. Infantry marched and artillery rolled toward the settlement. Amphibious transports stormed for the beach in a special operation. The superlaser facility had to be infiltrated, investigated, and ultimately taken like the entire city.
While this would happen, as Alpha Squadron would sweep the sky, gunships would swing to the other side. One of them was on a different kind of mission.
It flew through the aerial bombardments to and fro; from the wings of Imperial eagles, from anti-aircraft turrets and mercenary LAATs. Heading in between the land and the sea, the infantry and the navy, came a single vessel of the marines.
The superlaser facility was the Empire’s means of victory for tomorrow. Today it was the way to permanently take out the compound’s turrets, shields, batteries and gates. That, however, would take time.
A separate objective was to take out other elements, as much from the sky as land. To get a bit behind the lines, a small team to infiltrate the local defenses, then reconvene with the main force when it was time to crack the streets.
In a ship, gazing into each face lined up before her, a contingent of marines from the Assault Corps, Sergeant Amer Dragata looked into a mirror. These warriors were like her. Born for this shit. For hell and for war. If they weren’t already, well today they would be, as the Red Sky fell and hell came with it.
“MARINES!” She cried to her team.
“Who’s gonna feast on Jedi skies and drink their oceans dry!?”
“IAF!”
“Who’s gonna stomp their mountains into dust!?”
“IAF!”
“Till the stars stop shining over the Empire, who are we!?”
"IAF!”
“I can’t hear you!”
“IAF!”
“WHO ARE WE?”
“IAF!”
“SHOW ME!”
Jedi. Sith. Whatever and whoever the enemy was, it didn’t matter much to some. They were just the fist that swung, patriots with guns, and all they needed was to believe that their cause was just. That was the true iron in their grip, wrought in victory and vengeance.
As the Imperial Armed Forces descended, determined to break the enemy’s defenses, to take out the resistance at the palace and the factory, they did so from the air, on the land, in the sea.
Interceptors and other ships flew in. Infantry marched and artillery rolled toward the settlement. Amphibious transports stormed for the beach in a special operation. The superlaser facility had to be infiltrated, investigated, and ultimately taken like the entire city.
While this would happen, as Alpha Squadron would sweep the sky, gunships would swing to the other side. One of them was on a different kind of mission.
It flew through the aerial bombardments to and fro; from the wings of Imperial eagles, from anti-aircraft turrets and mercenary LAATs. Heading in between the land and the sea, the infantry and the navy, came a single vessel of the marines.
The superlaser facility was the Empire’s means of victory for tomorrow. Today it was the way to permanently take out the compound’s turrets, shields, batteries and gates. That, however, would take time.
A separate objective was to take out other elements, as much from the sky as land. To get a bit behind the lines, a small team to infiltrate the local defenses, then reconvene with the main force when it was time to crack the streets.
In a ship, gazing into each face lined up before her, a contingent of marines from the Assault Corps, Sergeant Amer Dragata looked into a mirror. These warriors were like her. Born for this shit. For hell and for war. If they weren’t already, well today they would be, as the Red Sky fell and hell came with it.
“MARINES!” She cried to her team.
“Who’s gonna feast on Jedi skies and drink their oceans dry!?”
“IAF!”
“Who’s gonna stomp their mountains into dust!?”
“IAF!”
“Till the stars stop shining over the Empire, who are we!?”
"IAF!”
“I can’t hear you!”
“IAF!”
“WHO ARE WE?”
“IAF!”
“SHOW ME!”