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Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Feb 26, 2013 22:50:23 GMT -8
*Large parts of Balmorra's surface was covered in industrial wastelands, which still contained most of the earliest assembly lines and refineries on the planet. A significant part of wide plains and urban areas were located on Balmorra's surface, like the planet's capital Bin Prime.*
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Post by Ramiel Diux on Nov 17, 2013 12:36:08 GMT -8
The ground was soft and sunk somewhat with each step, letting their boots sink in slightly and made the trudge all the more grating on the nerves. The patrols were less to maintain security than they were to reinforce the idea to the local population that they were in control, able to protect the place, and there to protect them as well. Although the threat of war was ever present, it still felt a long way off, like something that could, but would never, happen.
Cadix was moving along with his patrol, something regularly unheard of for the Commander of the Legion to do, though he maintained it as principle that he would go out and work alongside the men at least once every week or so, to give them that feeling of connection and brotherhood. He felt it was important and it also kept him grounded with his purpose and his mind to the old days when he began as a trooper. Elevating to the position of Commander of the 21st Legion was the pinnacle of his military career, and the 'Angels of Black' were to be thought of as his own, very large, family.
He was read in and briefed on the situation to a much higher level than any of the troops around him, the Platoon commander being no exception.He knew in as much details as they were able to get, what the threat was to them, as well as what strategic value the planet was to Dark Tide. The purpose meant that he knew the importance of holding it and even though these patrols seemed to be mundane at times, they were or critical importance to keeping up security and perception of the Legion, as well as the skills of the boys sharp for the inevitable point in which the proverbial hammer dropped.
Until then, however, Cadix would try and come back to his roots as much as possible and get out with the boys, between briefings and reports and directing Lord Diux' troops, by extension the military element of Dark Tide on this world. It was a huge responsibility in itself and held dire consequences, which could be felt at a massive level.
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Post by Ramiel Diux on Nov 24, 2013 18:42:09 GMT -8
As they stepped along, things were quiet. It was a strange thing to notice, almost as if he had never known silence until that point, and it was suddenly all so noticeable. Everything seemed to be at peace, calm and right. The sun shone and the day was clear it was almost a perfect day.
Almost.
It was then that they emerged from the eye of the storm and the first thundering crash came. The whiz which had preceded it was almost as if a cruel taunt, warning them that they only had a second to react before erupting in terrifying laughter as the death and destruction rang in with the sound of a shuddering boom. They were almost a kilometer away from the second way point on their patrol, one the several armoured vehicle factories in the outer production ring, when it was suddenly blasting apart and large sections of it were propelled in all directions, the sound almost struggling to keep up with the blast that was blinding. The shock wave and sound hit them next, knocking him backwards and sending him into a backwards roll of about 7 feet. As he was rolling, he watched two of his squad mates being slammed into each other and thrown to the ground, while debris began to spill all around them, as if the rain had turned to steel.
Ahead screams were barely heard among those closer, smaller buildings nearby now on fire and people running in all directions away from it. Chunks of vehicles lay scattered about the outside of the factory, and the blood looked as if it had been smeared across the walls in some gruesome display of blood art. Cadix had managed to get back to a knee as his ears rang and his vision was still somewhat spotted. His head was pounding from the heat, sound and overall blasting of his senses. He was just looking around to his squad giving the thumbs up to his men as he looked back at the factory's devastation.
The second blast impacted.
Just as he tried to rise, the flash happened again, and though he wasn't thrown to the ground once more, he did have to curl into a crouched ball to stop from being blown aside. The roar was deafening as the second seemed to trigger a chain reaction inside the massive factory. More sections of the building were raining about, plumes of flame seeming to reach the sky as speeder sized pieces of scrap metal rained down near them. Half stumbling and crawling, he moved over to a nearby boulder, giving him some protection, though none from seeing the destruction which was being wrought. One of his men had been hit by some of the metal and was bleeding everywhere, as another of them was half buried, his blood seeming to have covered the bottom half of the pipe section which bisected him.
Then came the screaming. He had almost hoped for the ringing to continue, because at least that was a constant tone. The screaming, which he still couldn't find out was coming from inside his head, comms headset, or around him, consisted of the wails and cries of injured, maimed and dying men, women and children. His men cried out for their friends, who begged them to hold on and not give up, while a nearby mother was screaming for her child, though none was around. A group of terrified children cowered behind a wall, crying and screaming as steel rained down around them and the blood of so many adorned the walls, ground and everything. The blood was everywhere. He had been in campaigns, but the blood was never something you got used to.
He could see it all, but he couldn't do anything. Flashes began to explode in the distance, as each factory burned and disintegrated. The heavens spit forth fire and plasma, like the vengeance of furious gods, forsaking all mortals and purging the land of them to start anew. What had they done, why were the innocents dying? For what? He heard the screams over his comms, men crying for their mothers and friends, begging for life and being cut short. The devastation was incredible and the fires burned high into the sky, topped only by the black smoke billowing even further. What seemed like the wrath of the Gods had devastated the land, burning in smoking ruin by the time it all stopped.
This pain would last a lifetime.
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Post by Ramiel Diux on Jul 15, 2014 14:56:54 GMT -8
The bombardment that the planet had felt felt years away, though raw at the same time. The screaming, pain, bloodshed, tears and death were but a fleeting moment in the history of this world, yet they seemed as if they would echo endlessly into eternity. The moment had passed, though it was burned into the minds and hearts of the people, a constant reminder that they were never truly and completely protected.
In reality it had been months since the bombardment had occurred, the deranged fantasy and last act of a broken and fleeing foe, which had wrought so much pain and death on the citizens of Balmorra. Since the attack, the mandalorians had been defeated and the Dark Tide continued to be, well that was so for a time. As with everything else, it changed and then ceased to be, having been replaced and reforged into the basis for the new Galactic Empire. Along with it, Balmorra became one of the acclaimed founding systems, with a yet to be ideal of prestige which at present meant nothing though would surely become the basis for some form of elitism after however many generations passed.
The reconstruction had begun almost immediately, given that the planetary defense stations had reported the mandalorian fleet to have departed. And of course, in true Imperial fashion, the rebuilding effort was industrious and relentless, having taken only 6 months to return the infrastructure to its former glory and 8 total to regain complete production levels for the arms factories. It had originally hurt the economy when the production was halted due to damaged infrastructure, though subsidies and inflow of funds from the Imperial head offices mitigated the pain and aided in the reconstitution effort. Now the factories were back up, even seeing a 13% increase in production time and an 8% increase in product quality from the mass replacement of old machinery and systems. Despite the pain, death and loss, people were living seemingly as per normal, though most went on with their time, avoiding mentioning any topic which could spur conversations of lost family members of friends.
The legion had sustained 28% casualties during the attack, with only a few thousand dead, though many more injured. In a morbid way the dead were luckier and more favourable, as they weren't suffering for long periods of time due to overworked assets and resources or low supply levels of bacta and other medical accouterments. They had been able to pull from the local population in recruiting levels since as well, seeing only a small number of positions still not filled, thanks to the large number of volunteers looking to serve and potentially enact revenge on the opposing factions in the Galaxy.
In all, the planet had returned to its proper state, though there was still a ghastly empty feeling from those lost, which would only be filled as time passed and those remembering the fallen met them in another place.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Feb 23, 2019 20:11:10 GMT -8
Balmorra's industry was thriving well within the Empire. Its industry was especially focused on the production of various walkers that served within mechanized and armored divisions of the Imperial Army. Newer models of AT-ATs and AT-STs were daily being produced and shipped off to replace losses within various units or sent for garrison duty on a number of worlds.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2019 22:14:14 GMT -8
Balmorra's Planetary Governor, Kuonrat Grobe, and his wife do not often avail themselves of the opportunity to take a vacation from their duties, but in the hopes of doing so at some point in the future, begin planning the design and construction of a vacation home in a more scenic location on the Markaran Plains. Combining that project with their other duties, Kuonrat and Elvire visit, in addition to the plot of land they purchase for their private use, several industrial sights and others of strategic or economic value to ensure that the security of the locations is adequately managed to ensure that the First Order's investment in Balmorra are well protected.
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