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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 31, 2015 20:45:57 GMT -8
Without another word, the High Colonel signals the advance. The full strength of the 24th Legion, combine with an armored division of 30 AT-STs, began to make its move away from the staging area and towards the smoking outskirts of Ravelin. As the Imperials advanced, more rallied to them on their march to overthrow the Moff. Rioters armed with stolen blasters and security personnel joined the advancing troops. What little resistance presented to halt their advance was snuffed out easily, like water extinguishing a small flame.
After a quick advance, the Imperial forces would be at the very walls of the Moff's Palace, a fortress dating back to the Old Remnant and Pellaeon's Empire. Here, the fighting was fierce. Security personnel, loyal to the cowering Moff, fired from their high position aided with automatic defense turrets and powerful laser flak cannons. Yet these weapons were outdated at best, dating to the time of the Galactic Civil War and a little after the Vong Invasion. Already, parts of its automated defenses were destroyed and smoldering piles of metal. Immediately, the High Colonel orders the AT-STs to advance. The two-legged assault walkers moved forward, blasting deeper holes into the already battered defensive perimeter.
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Post by John Tien on Dec 31, 2015 23:34:21 GMT -8
When the High Colonel gave the signal, Warleader lead the 85th legion's Battle Droids and the Advanced Dwarf Spider Droids through the streets toward the Moff palace, the Advanced Spider Droids made short work of any resistance they came across. After a short time and after attracting some armed rioters the force arrived at the palace from the left flank of the First Order assault force, the Advanced Spider droids advance on the defenders, attracting some of the heavy blaster fire, while outdated, the Spider Droids' missile launchers and heavy blaster cannons manage to destroy or disable the turrets on the left flank within a matter of minutes while taking various amounts of damage, after that they begin to fire on the surrounding wall to allow troops to storm the palace, Warleader and his droids move up and harass the defending security troops with missile and blaster fire covered by the Droideka's shields, various pieces of rubble, and the Advanced Spider Droid's heavy armor plating, the armed rioters assist as well with various amounts of success. Warleader calculated that the palace would fall within an hour or two at the most with this attack force.
Meanwhile the 101st and the AT-RCTs and AT-RTs of XXX Corps move through the rest of the city putting down the smaller firefights with the Moff's forces, General Darkstar led this division and had attracted a sizable force of armed rioters as well
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Post by Xakire on Jan 3, 2016 0:07:05 GMT -8
As soon as the High Colonel signaled to commence the attack Lord Xakire led his 500 highly trained commandos all riding on AT-RTs towards the rouge moffs palace. As the battle commenced Xakire and his commandos stormed the palace from the breach made by 85th legions's Advanced Spider droids, from their they made thier way through the palace with utmost skill and precision hoping to find the moff by storming the palaces many rooms systematically.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 9, 2016 16:43:24 GMT -8
The present defenses were not up to par with the latest and freshest of Imperial technology. Massive holes would be blasted into the Moff's defensive perimeter, allowing rebel security personnel and armed rioters to surge forth and clamber upon the rampants and through the corridors of palace. High Colonel Vadirr gave his legion leave to join the close quarter fighting. At this point, the battle would turn into a massacre as the token forces under the Moff were nothing compared to angry Bastion citizens and the disciplined ranks of the First Order's soldiers.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 21, 2016 21:40:20 GMT -8
It would not take long for word to spread of the Moff's death at the hands of angry rioters and pro-First Order security personnel. The remaining forces of the deceased Moff would throw down their weapons, surrendering to the hands of the victors. Law and order were once more established as First Order banners were raised across Bastion and the planet was declared a territory of the new and rising Imperial faction.
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Post by Xakire on Jan 22, 2016 18:35:41 GMT -8
Once news of the Moff's death reached Lord Xakire and his men they ceased thier search and seeked out Vadirr to ensure all resistance has been crushed or disbanded.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 22, 2016 19:11:00 GMT -8
Vadirr was coordinating the pacification of the planet and the detainment of surviving forces of the deceased Moff. He was attending to some signatures of arrest warrants for certain individuals who had fled the Moff's cabinet. They were political adversaries of the First Order now. He turns his gaze to Xakire, beckoning him forward.
Can I help you, Lord Xakire?
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Post by Xakire on Jan 22, 2016 23:00:19 GMT -8
As he aproches Vadirr Xakire removes his helmet and his men take positons nearby ready for anything, however unlikely.
"Has all rebelion been supressed Colonel?" He asked mantaining the authorative tone he so often used.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 22, 2016 23:08:34 GMT -8
Vadirr walks over to a mobile holomap display, turning it on for Xakire to examine the map of Bastion's capital, Ravelin. He keys it calmly, revealing blue areas as pacified districts, red as conflicted areas and yellow indicating the presence of reported political adversaries. He gestures to the map.
Currently, half of the city has been pacified. We have continued rounding up political supporters of the late Moff and those who have a record for causing problems. Its a shakedown from top to bottom, my Lord. We are eliminating the weeds and ensuring the soil is pure for new potential to rise up.
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Post by John Tien on Jan 26, 2016 23:21:51 GMT -8
After word had spread of the Moff's death General Warleader lead his division through the city to assist in pacifying the resistance to the First Order's rule, General Darkstar returned to the landing zone awaiting further orders and preparing his landing craft and TIE Phantom to take off and move to proper landing pads in the city once it was pacified
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Post by Xakire on Jan 29, 2016 21:43:56 GMT -8
Xakire examins the holomap and then turned to Vadirr.
"I trust complete pacification is only a matter of time?"
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Feb 4, 2016 18:54:21 GMT -8
The High Colonel nods his head to the Sith. His eyes momentarily look down at the holomap as more reports update the progression of Ravelin and Bastion's ultimate pacification. It wouldn't be long from now.
Indeed, Lord Xakire. For now, I would suggest that yourself and Moff Tien return to Muunilist. See what the Supreme Commander has in mind for you in terms of future assignments.
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Post by Xakire on Feb 4, 2016 23:23:59 GMT -8
Xakire had anticipated the colonels answer and nodded before turning and ordering his men back to his shuttle. The young Sith new he was not needed on Bastion but he came anyway to show his loyalty to the First Order. That and he was bored. As the shuttle shot up through the atmospheare he smiled slightly to himself as he looked down on Bastion. It was only a matter of time before the First Order became the most powerful force in the galaxy.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2016 19:55:22 GMT -8
"We will maintain radio silence unless the infiltration team is detected. Mission Synch. Rendezvous with Overwatch should occur in eight standard Coruscanti hours." It then gestured with a nod to differ to Nicolina, allowing her to impart any words to her comrades, before it moved forward, taking point and allowing it to set the marching pace, which would be brisk for the curves of the landscape, but it would keep them on schedule. Let's do it, Nicolina says simply after the other members of the squad indicate synchronization has been completed, and Bethirteeness has indicated she can add anything she might feel is pertinent. Returning the jaunty sketch of a salute Solberg whips off before she and Achari set out at a quick clip for their observation point with a more formal one of her own, Nicolina holds with Nirav 74 for a moment to let Grahn and their shiny new clanker take the point before nodding to Nirav when it is their turn to set out.
Grahn, who has her E-11s sniper rifle sling in a patrol ready position, keeps pace with Bethirteeness easily, her frequent use of R-4 recon droids in the field making it somewhat easier for her to accept what she views as the simple addition of a new mechanical element to their mission, and to trust in its operational capabilities enough that she concerns herself with her assigned area of responsibility rather than worrying about it doing its job and covering its. Also used to using the full range of her helmet's features without being distracted, Grahn is alert for what the helmet's equipped sensors continually relay to her, as well as to what her own five senses reveal.
Lifting a hand to signal a halt when, upon nearly reaching their destination, she spots a three-man patrol in the distance near where they are planning to enter the facility's sewage piping, Grahn takes to a knee and uses hand signals to inform the others that she has spotted three hostiles, and looks over her shoulder to see what Nicolina wants to do about it.
Nicolina signals for Grahn and Bethirteeness to hold their position, and then motions for Nirav 74 to advance with her to join them. Adjusting the volume of her helmet's external speakers so that only those up close and personal with her can hear her, Nicolina checks her HUD's chrono while she says, We'll time their next sweep, and breach if there's time to do so without risking being spotted. Think you can disable any alarms or surveillance on that outflow pipe's hatch in a short time window Nirav?
Nodding, already getting his custom-built datapad and other tools from their pouches on his belt, the Khommite says assuredly, ::No worries, Loo. I'll make sure all security and surveillance is sorted quick as lickety-split. Just make sure that hatch is closed quietly behind us, and that patrol'll never know we were here.::
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Post by B13S on Mar 21, 2016 9:30:57 GMT -8
The patrol group ahead was accounted for. This was one of the dozens of patrol routes that covered the landscape. Going inside of the sewer this early would take them beneath four more of those patrols. It was necessary to arrive just as these guards passed, it meant they were right on schedule.
The guards would need to move about one hundred meters, before they were expected to enter into the catacombs of the sewer. B13S sat, waiting for the patrol group to reach their mark before it stood and moved down. They were moving out of the small valley ahead, and up over a hill. This hill would block the patrol's vision of the squad, until they reached the path up which the patrolling troopers had taken, but by that time, they would have turned the corner back into the city proper, and their operation could continue.
It waited... And then gave the go signal, it was a mere ten paces until they were moving down behind the hill ahead, and would lose visual contact with the patrol. It could sense the troopers moving behind itself, and continued forward, its scanners focused majorly towards the patrol, making sure that they did not deviate from their usual routine.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2016 17:31:47 GMT -8
Things go like clockwork, the squad and Bethirteeness moving in what seems to be an almost choreographed, perfectly timed dance in which the patrol does not deviate from its routine in the least degree, which allows the squad and Bethirteeness to move unseen to the sewer entrance with enough time remaining before the patrol's return for Nirav to slice into the facility's security systems and disable the alarms that would normally sound if the hatch leading into the sewer were opened without the proper access codes, as well as to set the security cam feeds onto loops that will show only unoccupied tunnels with the appropriate time stamps to conceal the fact that the footage is being looped.
Their helmets filter out the stench to be encountered in the sewer tunnels, and Grahn and Bethirteensess move ahead once inside to resume their point positions as Nirav shuts the hatch quietly behind them with forty three seconds to spare before the patrol returns to a point from which it will have visual on the hatch once more.
The group moves forward through the tunnels, at times wading through sucking muck nearly waist deep, at a brisk pace to maintain their timetable for the optimal mission outcome, and all seems to be going according to plan until, perhaps predictably, they encounter the first gap between what intel had suggested they would encounter during their infiltration and reality.
Gritting her teeth and refraining from voicing the string of creative curses that springs to mind when she and Bethirteeness round a corner and spot a trio of droidekas moving towards their position, Grahn lifts a hand to signal a halt, and then motions for the sqaud to retreat back and then into a side tunnel to avoid being spotted by the Rollies.
What Grahn fails to consider, however, is that the squad's progress through the muck leaves evidence of their passage, though whether or not the Rollies are clever enough to observe those signs remains to be seen . . .
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Aug 18, 2017 17:48:22 GMT -8
Despite Bastions relative safety within the heart of the First Order's territory, recent concerns involving the rise of Mandalorian activity within the Outer Rim and elsewhere, combine with the Rebel Alliances transformation into the Galactic Alliance, forced a new program of defensive measures to take place upon the planet's surface. 1 out of every ten individuals, ranging between the ages of 25 and 50, were enlisted and trained as Stormtroopers. Imperial Troopers or Security Personnel, in order to heighten the preparedness of the planet for anything to come. In fact, planetary installations were being developed in order to better defend the planet. Such installations as bunkers, barracks, and surface-to-space weaponry platforms. All necessities to ensure the Imperials of Bastion felt safe.
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Apr 24, 2020 17:11:52 GMT -8
*At a remote undisclosed location on the surface of Bastion.*
"ALL RIGHT YOU XENO LOVING SCUM, GIVE ME 50!" The training officer bellowed his orders and the score of new recruits dropped to the deck of the training facility and began pumping their arms and chanting the count in unison. "6! ... 7! ... 8!" They continued as the officer drilling them continued his motivational rant; "AS LOYAL FOLLOWERS of the GOD-EMPEROR OF ALL MANKIND, you CANNOT be WEAK! Both in BODY, or in MIND!" "18! ... 19! ... 20!" "-there are MANY legions of MARINES, but none like the BASTION ANTESTELLAR MARINE CORPS!" "23! ... 24! ... 25!" "We are the FEW- "27!" "We are the PROUD-" "28!" "WE MAKE FILTHY XENO SCUM SHIT THEIR HERETIC PANTIES!" "31!" "...When they hear the BAMC is coming their way." "35!" "RECRUIT, what does BAMC stand for!?" "Sir! BAMC stands for BAD-ASS MARINE CORPS! SIR!" "38!" "WRONG WORM-MAN! But Extra credit for spirit! Give me 20 more!" "39!" "RECRUIT, DO YOU KNOW WHY BAMC are called the WHITE WALKERS?" "40!" "Sir! No Sir!" "WRONG ANSWER! give me 40, for not having the wit to make up some clever shit on the fly!" "43! ... 44!" "Any one else?" "45!" "Sir, because we have White armor?" "46!" "WE, not you shit bags, ARE CALLED the ever-loving WHITE WALKERS, because WE are DEAD MEN WALKING! We knew our number was up, and it is our destiny to give our lives in the service of our EMPEROR!" "50!"
The majority of the recruits finished and jumped to their feet at attention, except for the few given extra pushups. The Officer continued his explanation. "But the EMPEROR PROTECTS!"
*At that phrase ALL of the recruits immediately shouted in response: "THE EMPEROR PROTECTS!"
The officer continued: "Know what that means? it means that his POWER makes us his destroying angels, his reapers, collectors of SOULS!!" His voice had the melodic quality of a baptist preacher. "LIKE DEATH HIMSELF, we prowl, like restless spirits, and SWIFTLY come, like the bleached WHITE BONES of death himself, on his pale WHITE HORSE!" He gnashed his teeth. "AND WE DRAG OUR FOES TO HELL!"
All recruits finished the exercise and stood at attention.
"If you want to wear the sacred armor of the WHITE WALKERS, you have to accept you are deadmen walking and become death incarnate. Our steadfast devotion to the emperor keeps us alive. To defy him is to stop breathing. Every word, every order from the God-emperor nourishes, strengthens and protects you. Heresy will destroy you." *the officer paused and crossed his arms.* "That is all. Dismissed."
The Senior recruit leading the squad shouted to the group. "DISMISSED, FALL OUT!"
The recruits marched out of the training area towards their next training destination. The Officer smiled to himself. He was proud of this batch of recruits. they were a good bunch, The best of the best, in fact. They were pulled from elite fighting groups and units all over the First Order in order to have a chance to get into the most elite fighting force: the BAMC White Walkers. The best space marines in the galaxy...
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Aug 9, 2020 7:53:58 GMT -8
After a long day of training, the hundreds of soldiers of the legion in the training facility filed into a large communal dinning area. Long tables filled the room. At the head of the room was a raised table for the commanders of the legion.
Before food was served, all knew they would pray. But instead of one of the regular chaplain's leading the group in prayer, it was the day and time for a special prayer. The many recruits would start their trials tomorrow, and the Legion's foremost religious authority would bless them. The legion's bishop usually performed the blessing, but today there was a special guest.
A tall man stood at the head table, his bald head was a collection of scars, deliberately carved into religious designs and symbols. His White beard nearly blended in with the white of his powered armor. It was none other than the Archbishop himself, though he always insisted on simply being called "Brother Eli."
“My BROTHERS and SONS," He spoke with a booming voice. "The EMPEROR Protects.” “THE EMPEROR PROTECTS.” All soldiers intoned in a chant. "Let us pray!" He spread his arms to the heavens. There was rustling as all in the room bowed their heads.
"O God-Emperor of All Mankind, we gather in thy name to eat our evening meal. Another day draws to a close, and we further shape ourselves into holy weapons worthy of thy MIGHT. We sweat and toil and train to CRUSH the HEATHENS that oppose thy will. BLESS this hall and the hearts of these men. I find them worthy to receive THY BOUNTY. BLESS this BREAD as they eat it in quiet contemplation. BLESS this WATER as they drink in remembrance of all the GOODNESS that flows from THEE! Thy humble soldiers, shall we ever be, and seek your GLORY through SACRED COMBAT!" Brother Eli made the shape of a sacred symbol in the air. "I, Brother Eli, break this bread in thy name, O Lord." Brother Eli lifted a loaf of bread over his head and tore it in half, before passing one half to the commanders on his left, and one half to the commanders on his right. The Chaplains among the soldiers did the same; lifting the bread, and tearing it in half, before passing it to the soldiers in their companies. Each soldier took a piece of bread and ate in silence. Once all soldiers ate, then the Chaplains ate a piece along with Brother Eli.
"I, Brother Eli, deliver this water, in thy name, O Lord." Eli lifted a large goblet high before then passing it to each of the commanders at his table, who each took a sip. The Chaplains in the hall did the same for their troops. Once all drank, Brother Eli and the chaplains drank the rest of their cups.
"BLESS them that have faith in thee! Bless them that shall prove themselves in their trials! THE EMPEROR SUSTAINS!" "THE EMPEROR SUSTAINS!!!" The Soldiers Chanted. "In the HOLY EMPEROR'S NAME, I PRAY, AMEN!" Brother Eli lowered his arms and sat down. "AMEN!" The Soldiers in the hall lifted their heads. The recruits would now eat in quiet contemplation of the coming combat trials. Those who were full warriors of the legion, ate in silence as well, in solid support of the recruits.
Though normally the hall was full of boisterous chatter of the soldiers, on this evening there was only the sounds of creaking armor, the scraping of utensils on food trays, and chewing.
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Oct 24, 2020 13:00:45 GMT -8
As the marines and recruits finished their meal, one of the chaplains began singing the Warsong of the Space marines. His voice was quiet and strained, since he had hurt his throat years ago.
Men of Bastion stop your dreaming! Can't you see their starships gleaming? See their fighter comm-trails streaming to this battlefield!
The men in the chaplain's unit joined in, and with their loud voices lustily continued:
Men of Bastion stand ye steady it can not be ever said ye for the battle were not ready The Empire never yields!
By this time, the whole hall heard and joined in the remaining verses shaking the hall with their thunderous voices.
Men of Bastion, men of valor fear not riding death's pale palor Sac-rificing by the hour tis' war's present loss! Hear the tramp of Xeno foemen Xeno troopmen, Xeno foremen Be they droids or pilot crewmen, They shall pay the cost!
Sixteen pointed color, sign we conquer under The placid space, now calm to face shall launch blast-bolts of thunder Onward, 'tis our Planet needs us, he is bravest, he who leads us Honor's self now proudly heeds us: Empire, God, and Might!
Rocky steeps and passes slighter flash with blaster fires brighter Who would cry for burdens lighter? Death is glory now! Hurl the reeling speeder over, let the earth dead foemen cover Fate of friend or battle-brother trembles on a blow
Strands of life are riven, blow for blow is given In deadly lock or battle shock, and mercy shrieks to Heaven Men of Bastion, young or hoary would you win a name in story? Strike for home, for life, for glory. Empire, God, and Might!
Men of Bastion onto glory this will ever be your story keep these burning words before thee Bastion shall not yield!
Though irregular in this instance on the eve of the trials, such displays of morale were generally allowed. Brother Eli nodded his approval, and all in the hall were dismissed.
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