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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Feb 21, 2016 16:54:13 GMT -8
Description is WIP
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Apr 13, 2016 20:20:41 GMT -8
On the surface, this complex of buildings was over two dozen squat structures surrounded by large courtyards & wide access lanes, All surrounded with a rather thick wall. This made it effectively a fortress inside a fortress, & a useful fallback point or area to stage actions into other areas of the larger compound. Once past the exterior though, the structures proved to be much more expansive. If one could peel back the paving stones of the courtyards & roads, they would find them sitting nearly directly on top of a durasteel plate ten meters thick. Each of the twenty five squat structures had at their center a vault-like blast door leading through the thick metal. Below the plate was a solid block of storerooms, armories, barracks, shooting ranges, PT rooms, offices & first aid stations. At each outer edge of the block was an equally thick plate. At the very bottom of the monolithic structure was a thinner plate, pierced in several places with power conduits, sitting over a generator that powered the entire structure. This generator was, itself, sitting on another of the ten meter thick plate. If pulled completely from the ground the structure would be an ugly rectangle of solid plates.
Most of the forces bunked in the barracks were not permanent. In fact, other than the base compliment of troopers, a number of NCOs & a host of higher ranked officers, much of the remaining bunk space was used to temporarily house incoming units until they could be deployed to a permanent station. Even then it was usually the case that such units would be bunked in another of the less secure facilities on the planet.
Marcos was sitting in his office. It was not actually his office in truth, but one of the several short term offices used when higher ranking officers needed to both be on the planet & needed to get work done. His actual office, along with his quarters & nearly all the troops & officers in his battalion were in orbit around the planet. He had been to seven meetings & three conferences in the past thirty one hours. Most of it had been bureaucratic drivel & a complete waste of time. The parts that hadn't been bureaucratic, had been ... crushing. On asking a number of questions, he had been politely, but firmly, informed over the course of several meetings that the novatroopers were effectively pretty & well equipped furnishings. Near everything he had been trained to do, & had trained his men to do was now the mission of some other group or faction. VIP protection was now the jurisdiction of the Imperial Elite Guard. Important facilities were covered by the same. Ship to ship boarding had been taken over by several various groups. The list went on. In fact the only real mission the Novas had left under their official jurisdiction was standing around looking pretty, parades, & general combat oddly enough. Well that & anything relating to other Novas.
Spread out on the otherwise plain desk were datapads covering nearly two dozen reports & nearly twice as many planets with possible connections to missing Nova Battalions. Any one of them could be a wild goose chase or a solid lead, with no way to tell the difference. There were at least three more battalions of Novas out there somewhere. For some unknown reason, this task had been placed firmly on him & his battalion by the Moff that commanded the Novas. All in all it was a nightmare.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Jun 10, 2016 17:45:31 GMT -8
The idle talk of the day was a distress call that had come in from one of the cargo ships running decommissioned gear to warehouses across the galaxy. It had been attacked by pirates & was making its way toward some fifth rate backwater world. It hadn't sent any more updates since them. Technically, that wasn't anything the Novas would look into. On the other hand, it wasn't like they had a lot of other pressing matters on hand. There had been fairly lively debate on who would be allowed to go. Eventually, the 12th won the debate & 1st company prepped to head out. Marcos wasn't going to be left out of the fun however & had the first security platoon prep one of the sentinels as well.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Oct 7, 2020 10:51:02 GMT -8
With the arrival of new Legions from Carida, the 187th Legion is moved from Ilum to Muunilist, while the 191st would take its place. Expierienced from the cold climate, the Stormtrooper Legion will adapt towards the urban areas of Harnaidan and the surrounding territories in order to uphold military order within the city. Due to the Grand Moff's most recent decisions regarding the Commissariat's function within the oversector, instructors of the 187th Legion will train the new Stormtroopers among the ComSar Guard with the use of exotic military weapons in order to ensure Harnaidan's safety during a war or a larger riot against the authorities of the planet.
Troop transporters and Infantry Support Plattforms would move through the barracks, while the local Stormtrooper Legions are executing their usual training exercises within the complex.
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