Afansé
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Post by Afansé on Mar 9, 2014 2:34:00 GMT -8
Hurom's Military base constructed when Lord Alek Vitus controlled the planet, and later used by Moff Tien's Generals as a command bunker, now had another level added by Afansé, a dedicated Control and Command center under the base with holo-tables, modeled after the ones on the XC-15 and the XC-20, showing real-time images of all military forces in orbit and on the surface of Thule this is where his Supreme General, George Hanson, and his Admiral, Ami Terra, spend most of their time now, running simulation after simulation of Thule's defense grid, and what holes those sims found were filled with more orders to Thule Shipyards or its factory
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Apr 11, 2014 9:58:20 GMT -8
Erebus, busted down to the rank of a corporal walked through the halls of the military base. He was something of the odd bird out when it came to the Stormtrooper corps. It seemed that no one company wanted him in their ranks for to long. It was almost as if he was considered a bad omen, despite having been in some of the most grueling campaigns as of late. As such the clone never stayed anywhere to long, always gaining and losing rank for no reason as if people he had never met had a personal vendetta against him. Currently he was sent to Thule, the planet farthest from the old Remnants holdings in the Deep Core. As such it often was overlooked by people seeking to attack them, and indeed by members of the Empire itself.
This desert planet was truly depressing and not much happened here. One good thing that had come out of this posting though was the unique training he had received. Most places under imperial rule had seen Stormtrooper armpit but this was a treat. Bringing his personal armour Erebus had the most recent stuff. The Mark V while the rest of the men still wore the same stuff from the Sith-Imperial war. Even now, after wearing the composite stuff for a few weeks his body still seemed sluggish, every move taking a heart beat longer than it should and every night he passed out tired. He cursed whoever thought heavier meant better. Even the cursed body glove made his skin crawl.
The training though didn't care what suit you wore. Even if it was the Mark I. Due to the barren landscape the soliders all trained using the energy packs. It provided one with a force field of sorts that stoppe or dampened oncoming attacks much like his gloves would. The only downside was that as time wore on the protection and batteries wore out. As such he learned the fastest way to switch out batteries with your fallen brothers so their sacrifice may let you live. Seven minutes was a long time in a battle but as the energy weapons tore away at the shielding well it seemed longer.
Patrolling alongside another trooper, a local who he didn't care to learn the name, of QT-80085 listened in othe squads reporting in. Although most of what he heard was average and not garbled by the faulty translator software some stood out. Missing weapons here, an open door there. Things that wouldn't happen normally or just seemed out of place made him think something foul was afoot on Thule.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2014 14:45:41 GMT -8
A military establishment on the outskirts of the city planted itself before Vandook. This was a new structure. New since the time he had once carried reign over this place. This world of desolate landscapes and storms of bright lights of immense voltage the shown in chaotic, cinematic-like, spectacles. This was a world ruled over by darkness and harnessed immense dark side energy. Just as with the Sith Arts Academy, though, this base was basically abandoned, save a few ill equipped Imperial soldiers. They'd most likely overslept the departure and abandonment of the base and of the planet as a whole. From the look of things, it seemed though there was a single entrance on either side, one that lead into the city of Hurom whose gate was currently closed, another that lead to the shambling, cracked dirt road that wound toward the Sith Arts Academy. A single guard stood, posted on either side, simple rifles in hand. Pathetic, really. This was supposed to be a base of operations for an Imperial military force and they didn't even have a single soldier positioned to man the cannons that fortified the place.
Vandook laughed coldly to himself. How this so-called empire had survived as long as it did was beyond him. At the state it was in, it was surprising that the citizens of Hurom hadn't taken the place.
A strong gust of wind hissed through the dried, cracked sediment that formed the desolate landscape of Thule, picking up dust and sand and throwing it violently this way and that. The soldiers stationed as guards turned their face into an angled arm and the sand and dust reddened their, leaving them with a burning sensation. The Sith pulled his hood over, casting a dark shadow upon his eyes and pushed a sash from around his neck up to cover his mouth and nose; this was as much as he could do, but even as it was little, it was enough.
Approaching the citadel-like structure, the Sith Lord reached anger, and with his anger, strangled the the Imperial guard posted at the open. The death was quick. And silent. Silent enough, in fact, that none of the other guards had taken any notice, a flaw they would all soon regret. He closed his eyes for a moment, then reopened them, revealing that the red-grey orbs have transformed into solid black chasms as the intense effects of the Force power Deadly Sight took effect on the guard at the gate opposite his position. With a shriek of bloodcurdling pain, no doubt alerting any nearby soldiers of a disturbance, the man fell limp to the ground. Ah! The taste of pain and death. A concoction that satisfied like no other. A soldier scurried out from a corner he'd been hidden in earlier, not that Vandook could sense him or anything. The Sith Lord's arm thrust outwards, fist closing tightly in the process, as he gripped the man tighlty, pulling the excuse of a man to him. Stilling gripping the man, Vandook quickly ignited and plunged the crimson red blade of a lightsaber into his chest before tossing him to the side.
With outstretched arms, head turned toward the "heavens," took everything in, relishing the moment. Feeling the satisfaction the death he'd dealt thus far and this was only the beginning.
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Afansé
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Post by Afansé on Sept 5, 2014 0:24:30 GMT -8
Crimson Stormtroopers of the "Free Legion" now patrolled the halls of the Military Base and occasionally they were accompanied by a Sith Marauder. In the command center, sat Supreme General Hanson studding a holo-map of Hurom deciding on key choke points should the city ever come under attack.
In another part of the base Captain Thorton, Commanding officer of the "Free Legion", was looking over some new recruits that were deemed worthy to know the true purpose of the "Free Legion", they are then told to pledge their loyalty to Governor Afansé, only then would they be able to join the division.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 16:24:16 GMT -8
The Thule united planetary defense force filled the great military base that had been constructed deep within Hurom,
the capital city of Hurom. Its builders and previous occupants had long since abandoned the planet. That empire had crumbled and left Thule as what some might consider to be liberated. In that time, the Thule government that had arisen, moved on to occupy and run the facility on their own. Thule's soldiers and marines filled it. Its air force held several squadrons with a mixed array of fighters and other air worthy vehicles - most of the TIE variety. Thule navy had more or less been abandoned when the new conqueror had arrived here, instead replace by the Fleet that the Order of Ruin had erected. It was massive and familiar as its commander was someone who had spent much of his life here. He'd been born within the city limits of Hurom and he'd returned after his disappearance as something more than he had left. Something dark and sinister beyond anything they'd witnessed in recent history - which was significant.
Battalions, companies and squadrons were all headquartered here now, they're mission and focus the protection of Thule. The man and woman who served here were not of any allegiance to anyone other than the people of Thule and therefore would only for on Thule and for its protection.
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Taera
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Post by Taera on Feb 4, 2018 22:53:04 GMT -8
An ensign spotted the arriving ships first, slow to report the appearance due to his confusion. Not a single transponder code matched any in the First Order's database. Of course, it could have been a simple mistake; updates were hard to achieve synchronically across a navy meant to span an entire galaxy. He called the arrival to his supervising officer's attention. The officer frowned, looking over the ensign's shoulder as a lone gunship entered atmo and headed for Hurom itself. He ordered a message sent to the new commander in the city proper and prepared to hail the incoming ships.
Unknown fighters, please transmit transponder codes to gain access to atmospheric airspace. He cut the comm and hissed between his teeth. "Feth, but if they aren't ours."
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