Di Fastski
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Post by Di Fastski on Apr 9, 2021 22:09:11 GMT -8
*Moving up on the space he muttered to himself* -Di- "Perfect...." *Warehouse space. Quiet. Secluded. Not a drop of heat. Not with this man. Professional. All the way. He did not just walk in like it was a surprise birthday party and help "Boo!!!" That would be stupid. And stupid he was not. Pulling a pack from pocket, fished out a smoke, flipped it between lips and lit. He walked to the door. Some monster of a man metbhim. Off with the shares but no frisk . One mark against he thought. And there he was. Captain Kannue's Croissant Cafe. Di shook head wondering where he came up with this nonsense; the inner dialogue was painful. He walked towards Kannue. Stop. Like on a dime. Flipping his Comm. out of pocket and open in one smooth motion* -Di- "We're down." Snapping it shut and dropping it into right stopped in front of Kannue*
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Post by Captain Xakic Kannue on Apr 10, 2021 10:27:35 GMT -8
*Kannue stood looking at Fastski. He could work with this kid.... Before he could say anything directly to the man, a delivery vehicle pulled up. A portly doc with a ridiculous porn star moustache, one Dirtt S. Bag, the S denoting Stink, rolled from the piece of junk. A young snot nosed skinny kid, Zitface Cream, stepped out on the opposite side. They began unloading. First they rolled in 40 Imperial Trooper suits. Not item they were* -Kannue- "To the back!" * The men complied, arguing only amongst themselves* -Bag- " Don't look at me like that; these freaks pay big." *Back out again the men unloaded an assortment of equipment. In and out they went moving boxes, sweat streaming. A little lab was constructed in the South corner. Unmarked boxes came in last. Kannue signed off on the delivery with an X and the men left. Looking at Do he asked* -Kannue - "Wanna cook?" * Not awaiting an answer he continued* -Kannue- "Don't know what this new Boss is like; don't care." * Qualifying that Hold statement fast* -Kannue- "I worked for The Old man.... Ruthless SOB but he had morals." * Meaty finger accepting each word* "You don't sell near any residential areas and never to kids." *Nodding upward* "Your one man... the chunky one. He needs a talking to." *At that the man went to work*
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Di Fastski
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Post by Di Fastski on Apr 10, 2021 11:25:48 GMT -8
*Di stood, taking in the monologue. This man could ramble for one who seemed so quiet. Di watched too. Ixtal cilona. Shaking head and left index scratching behind ear he thought. I'm the pusher now.... All of what Kannue said resonated within. A simple turn of phrase caught him off gaurd. Max? Wow. Flipping Comm open he made a brief cordial inviting call. Snapping the device shut he went to work with Kannue. A song played soft but clear in the backdrop. Competition send 'em south, they're gonna drown, put a hose in their mouth. Do not pass go, go straight to hell. I smell that meat hook smell....*
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Post by Captain Xakic Kannue on Apr 12, 2021 0:47:24 GMT -8
*Kannue slammed both fists down on the counter in front of him. Turning towards Di he removed yellow safety gown he had been wearing, dropping it to the floor. Pushing protective glasses up with right forearm he peeled off synthetic exam gloves, tossing them to the ground. Smiling at his new partner in crime* -Kannue- "Want to know the best part?" *Not awaiting a response* -Kannue- "The government's love us; population control!"
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Di Fastski
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Post by Di Fastski on Apr 12, 2021 0:55:35 GMT -8
*Di's mouth opened to respond when he heard the door. Both hands went into his coat, each under the opposite shoulder;each pulled out a blaster. Cue and Halfa strolled in with shit setting grins* -Di- "Morons.... " *Looking from one to the other* -Di- "Where's Max?" *Halfa walked over laying his blaster and wallet out on the pristine lab table*- Cue- "Not gonna see him again." *Great thought Fastski, I've created a pair of psychotic*
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Post by The Doctor on Apr 12, 2021 3:55:03 GMT -8
*The Doctor had arrived. He scanned the area. Measured the door, floors, ceiling height. All seemed up to correct cInspected the lab space. All seemed fit qualifications. Now the lab equipment. He inspected everything with a fine tooth comb. He could work here.... Crossing chin, then thoroughly washing hands. Stopping and touching chin again, stopped extracting several paper swabs and washed chin, then hands again. He started. Work. Materials. Living subjects. A smile crossed his face. So once again it was commencing*
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Di Fastski
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Post by Di Fastski on Apr 12, 2021 4:09:43 GMT -8
Di woke. He went slowly through the morning ritual. Coffee on. Dress. Piece by piece until it was down to shoulder holster and guns. Jacket with all the accessories. Shoes, then lastly hat. He was set to fly. Coffee in hand, he stepped up with left foot, elbow on thigh, coffee in hand a smoke dangling from lips Di scoped his new business setset neatly in the slums. Cue and Halfa sat in a couch both men out cold. Di casually tossed coffee at the pair. Halfa's leaped to his feet, pulling a three inch blade from side, glaring at everything and nothing while Cue rolled left coming up on feet, set to fight or flee. Not a bad response thought Di but he actually perfected that of Cue; always give yourself some hope of options. Both had blasters drawn. Di didn't flinch* -Di- "Morning boys. Nice dreams?" *Sipping coffee* -Di- "Put the toys away.... Grab a coffee and those two packages, nodding to his right* -Di- "The wicked world of Coruscant awaits. Packing you away Halfa shuffled over, head doen, making a coffee, watching a prepare bag and leaving hurriedly. Cue stood slowly, doing much the same. Di watched them leave. His mind wandered to what he was doing in weighed against the greater scheme of things. Jedi... Kidnapped children never to see their families again based on ridiculous blood tests, then conditioned them in terror camps run by feelings savages. Never paid taxes, arrested, detained, tortured and frequently summarily executed whoever they wished. They reminded him of Tusken warlords but in nice suits with cool glowing sword thingies. Wacky buch that. Shaking head he took another ship of coffee and yet another smoke. Sith came to mind.... What the ... was that? Rule of Who? Nonsense. He wondered how many times that shaky little dynamic must have went tits up. Amazing that they even had people stupid enough to jump on that boat.... The mind wandered.... Cue's voice some him from the introspection* -Cue- "Di.... I got a note here.... Ummm.... Potbelly and Black Teeth X X....." Cue shrugged* -Cue- "What gives?" * Di wondered at times just how stupid these boys were* -Di- "By the time you get back here, they don't breath." *Cue nodded. Two dangerous men. Two soon to be deceased and no longer dangerous men.... He quietly left Di to his philosohizing.... And cooking. Di sighed turning to the later. Dr Doom was a good addition. Dude was creepy... really wigged him out. Shrugging Di figured the doc could wind up in an industrial garbage bin too if he got stupid. Whistling a cheery time he put on all PPE and started cooking*
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Post by Captain Xakic Kannue on Apr 15, 2021 19:58:17 GMT -8
*Kannue went about his business, and his business was cooking quality aesthetics for mass consumption. Simple business; great profit. Yesterday? Something weird happened. Kannue knew that. Some supernatural phenomenon happened to Di many would say.... Kannue thought maybe he had too much coffee that day. Or maybe he just forgot something he does every day.... Take a dump? Or maybe he was smoking some of these death sticks we're cooking up....*
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Di Fastski
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Post by Di Fastski on Jun 5, 2021 0:14:15 GMT -8
Di came strolling into his dope factory, pitching his hat onto a couch. Nodding he spoke -Di- "Kannue my man...." Taking fedora from head with left hand -Di- "You know for a city busting with activity things can get strange quiet." Wiping sweat frontage with left forearm - Di- This shite we cook up seems to be having a positive effect; crowd control." Laughing at his own mindless humour the man sighed
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Di Fastski
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Post by Di Fastski on Jun 9, 2021 1:56:49 GMT -8
Di picked up the death stick. After investigated it for several minutes he put it down gently. Di Fastski death stick kingpin. Who would have guessed? Idiots. Ok. So he wasn't Emperor Fastski but this was pretty good. Wonder if the emperor has a six pack like I do.... Doubt it. And there it was.... News. Great
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Post by The Doctor on Jun 11, 2021 17:31:29 GMT -8
The man stood over his work bench. Crystal. The name was so magical he though to himself. There was something... pure about it. Then you add Meth. Smiling he played with the words in his head as he cooked up the mixture. Meth crystals. Crystal meth. Magical really. And they were synonymous with death. He laughed lightly. And what he was busy cooking made Crystal seem like asprin. Death. You don't get harder than that. Stick conversely? The image it inspired was completely benign. A young lab technician approached him -Lab Tech- "Doctor you asked for this...." Taking a small package from thebman he spoke -The Doctor- Thank you very much young man. " The Doctor was always handsomely dressed, in impeccably polished shoes, handsome grey pinstripe suit, with white dress shirt and red tie. Then one came face to face with the man. A handsome chiseled face with piercing blue eyes were softened by a warm smile and pleasant tone of speech. He was the perfect natural humanoid chameleon; beneath the ever so disarming outward appearance lurked a monster. And quietly he went about his work making Death Sticks. The thought of live in clinical test subjects crossed his mind. He would present this to his superiors but not yet. The Doctor whistled while he worked
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Post by Captain Xakic Kannue on Jun 11, 2021 18:15:23 GMT -8
Kannue had worked with some real prizes in his time but this dude took the cake. He was actually afraid to be near the man. And from him fear was a very strong rarely present emotion. But this doctor have him spooked him. Spooked him something bad. Hide it away. Hide it away. And so with sunny smile and few words he worked with the man. Well near him. We in the same room. About ten meters away from the man and he never turned his back to the Beast. Stopping for a moment with a wave and a smile he spoke -Kannue- "Work moving along well there Doc?" Attempt at pleasantries passed he went back to packaging and counting. He knew how to crunch numbers with this shit. Years of practice. And this was a lot of dope. Shrugging he mumbled to himself -Kannue- "Guess we got a pretty large clientele base to service...." Twas all about satisfying the custommer. And back to work he went
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Post by The Doctor on Jun 11, 2021 18:59:23 GMT -8
Looking up to The voice The Doctor saved back smiling pleasantly and replied -The Doctor- "Mr Kannue... Thank you for asking." Looking around his impeccably tidy efficient work space he nodded - The Doctor- "Indeed all's well." Then back to his work he turned. Memories passed through his mind like pictures on an old fashion film reel. And that thought brought him say back to the days of his youth. Quite young really. Was he twelve? Yes. Sitting in one room listening. Listening to his mother talk to a principal, his vice, a social worker, the school psychologist. And two external workers. Psychiatrists. IQ tests. He could hear them talking as it they were but a few meters away. Closed doors rare did much of anything to conceal conversations but people liked to pretend that they did. Shaking head unconsciously he let the scene play out. It started off pleasant enough. It was impossible to evaluate him using standard tests. She immediately jumped to inquire how low was it. Laughter. No ma'am.... He was off the charts. 190 was bounced around. And of course long silence followed. Then a battery of questions. Reminded him of a pair of geese fighting with a piglet over a scrap of food. Then calm. And then came their grave the concern over certain psychological quirks. Funny word quirks. And that was gone, brushed aside as it were. Jump ahead. Care facility. What a wonderful lab! Just teeming with human subjects. Lab specimen, so he saw them. Ones that have scarce few if any who give a damn about them. And drugs to administer to them. Lots of drugs. It was like being a kid in a candy store.... It was there that he met him. A visitor. An Tiarna Dubh. And his little snot of a granddaughter. That man was greatly concerned about a friend residing in the place. battle injury. Very sad.So he was careful with that one. Funny. The Old man did hire him much later. And he put those memories away too. Back to creating death. in stick form. What An original name....
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 17, 2021 22:25:17 GMT -8
As Gid piloted the vessel both Alem and Shakk sat gazing with wonder at the cityscape that dominated the surface of Coruscant. The green Twi'leck mumbled -Alem- "Kunta'afa...." And Shakk accepting her sisters words added -Shakk- "Kunta'afa so aan." The planet to almost any was a sight to behold. But that did not immediately imply a positive reaction. And onward they went, now minute insignificant piece of the giant puzzle that Coruscant was. The green Twi'leck asked -Alem- "Gid, ootay ta?" Her sister answered -Gid- "Brila ta 500 Republica"
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Post by Twin Togruta Dubh on Sept 19, 2021 14:53:52 GMT -8
Now, some planets were massive deserts, dominated by a sea of sand, such was Tatooine. Others were owned by water, a fine example being her other home, that being Manaan. Others still were covered by jungles of teeming with flora and fauna. Risi being a wonderful example of the latter. And there were planets that were comprised almost wholly of concrete jungles. Coruscant was unquestionably the The girls ship entered the atmosphere over the colossal city weaving gracefully through the air congested with vessels of all kinds. It was to many an unspeakable mess of ships zipping around like a angry hornets circling a disturbed nest. To the two young Togruta girls it was as familiar and comforting as a mother's womb Rhiannon sat comfortable in the pilot's seat. She knew where she was and moreover where she was going
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Post by Nem Yin on Nov 1, 2021 4:02:05 GMT -8
After the public transport had set down at the arrival terminal, Nem cleared customs by offering the identification he had stolen from Venrik Azzameen. For all outward appearances, that's exactly who he was. He passed through a series of routine scans without raising any flags other then a brief argument he had with one of the transit agents over having to remove his shoes before passing through a metal detector. Infidels, they were an odd bunch. Actually, that was one of the things he liked about them. Except this shoes business, that just seemed unnecessary. Grumbling as he put his shoes back on, Nem...or rather, Venrik, cleared the remainder of the routine checks and was on his way. The blonde haired human he wore as a disguise over his corpse pallor flesh was a flawless representation. Complete with a merchants set of loose business attire. He whistled a tune as he exited the terminal and made his way into Imperial City, heading towards the Imperial District, and his destiny.
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Post by Roland Ferrum on Apr 18, 2024 17:44:31 GMT -8
*It was a wonderous thing to finally see the Veers used for the purpose they had designed it for. Standing on the ship's bridge the former Dathomiri witch and temporary commander of the 3rd Engineers couldn't help but smile as the three ships made their descent into Coruscant's atmosphere, their heavy defenses shrugging off fire from the defenders as they made their way inevitably to the city planet's surface. Splitting off at the Grand Marshal's orders the Veers made it's way to a district just beyond the palace district to begin securing the perimeter of the area as the Zahn and the man the ship was named for made their presence known over the palace district. The Colonel's smile grew broader as she received a notification that a message had arrived over a generally unused line of site communications array. She elected to view it immediately and was glad to see her commanding officer's holographic face as the familiar voice began it's message.
::It's good to see you all have finally decided to join me.::*Although Roland's image on the recorded message smiled there was a weariness behind his eyes.*::If you're seeing this that means we've survived long enough to see the Emperor return to Coruscant and I doubt you have too much time to listen to a long winded report, so instead I've attached files to this message with the intelligence we've gathered as well as reports on our activities during the traitor's occupation in case our copies are destroyed before this battle is over. There is also a copy of comm codes my people should be using and a list of team leaders you may want to contact when time allows. As for me, I've got some business to take care of before I can return to my command.:: An unusually feral grin crosses the Colonels face for a moment before shifting back to a more typical jovial expression.* ::Oh, and please don't shoot any soldiers with Red arms, those are my people. Good hunting, and good luck. Ferrum Out.::
*The other Colonel smiled one last time as she turned to the Veers' communication officer.* "Transmit the holomessage on my console to the Grand Marshal and the Emperor along with it's attached files." *With that duty dispatched Astra headed down to the ship's main hangar to prepare to lead her soldiers into battle do do her part to bring this gruesome business to an end.
*Meanwhile among the towering structures of Coruscant itself thousands of soldiers in small groups ranging in size from a dozen to hundreds began pouring into the city from hidden safehouses. Each soldier had their left arm painted the red of the Imperial Knights serving both to honor the fallen Imperial Knights and differentiate the troops from their traitorous opponents. The larger groups were all lead by some combination of Imperial Knights, Engineers, Crimson Corps, and 501st soldiers all tasked to take out various important targets identified long ago as perfect targets to invade just such a reconquest as was currently descending on the planet, shield generators, communication infrastructure, ground based defenses and grounded starfighter squadrons all fell prey to the sudden influx of soldiers as those soldiers who had remained on Coruscant and survived the coup were finally able to unleash their full fury on the traitors that had cost them so much.*
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Post by Xarl on Apr 27, 2024 9:14:05 GMT -8
Cascading orange streams of molten fire and superheated stone streaked across the length of a sky bridge suspended above the mid levels of Coruscant, belching from the smoking twin muzzles of heavy yaret-kor attached to the back of an multi-legged armoured rakamat warbeast. The plasma stream engulfed a towering All Terrain Armoured Transport, annihilating the swiveling head attached to its camel shaped back, causing the large walker to collapse down onto the roadway. Clouds of duracrete dust and sparking embers obscured the view of the Yuuzhan Vong warriors clinging to the side of the triumphant beast, though Xarl could spy through the eye holes of his chitinous helm a few All Terrain Scout Transports lurking across the way. He patted the armoured shell of the war beast with a powerful hand and leapt off the side of the rakamat as it came to a stop. Stone splintered beneath his heavy booted feet as the weight of his bulky armour made itself known to the bridge, sending spiraling cracks out in all directions as he began to lumber forwards. He was joined by two fellow warriors from Domain Lah, Gorgan and Rawe, both clad in similar sets of large vonduun skerr kyrrc plate armour. Each of them removed a long flexile plasma eel from around their waists and snapped them straight by stroking their arming reflexes with a touch of a thumb. Loading back their arms, the Yuuzhan Vong hurled their plasma eels towards the approaching scout walkers, sending them hurtling through the air like heat seeking missiles. The heads of the plasma eels glowed cobalt blue and vented tails of plasma behind them as they zoomed across the bridge. Each impacted a separate walker and caused the armoured heads to erupt in expanding fire clouds that peppered the Yuuzhan Vong's armour plate with metal shrapnel.
Wicked fighting claws split the flesh of Xarl's knuckles as he waded into enemy fire. Plastoid clad stormtroopers snapped off shots from E-11 blaster carbines as they tried to hold the bridge against the demonic looking aliens charging across the bridge through the fog of war. Snarling laughter like gravel ground beneath a tank tread burst from the throat of the subaltern as he reached the front ranks of the foe and cleaved three men in half with a single sweep of his right arm, bisecting them at their armoured wastes, parting plastoid like paper with the molecule thin edge of his claw. His fellows joined in on the fun, swinging three meter long amphistaffs that reaped a butchers tally through the infidel formation. Gorgan used one hand to drive the tail of his rigid serpent through the throat of one trooper like a spear, then grasped another nearest to him by the top of the soldier's helmet. His enhanced plate increased his already prestigious strength several fold, causing the helmet to crumble beneath his powerful grip and crush the skull inside into a gooey pulp that Gorgan shook from his hand. Rawe twirled his own amphistaff like a rotor-blade, severing limbs in spinning sweeps that transformed the brutal warrior into a whirlwind of death and gore. As Xarl ripped a human soldier in half, spilling steaming guts on the ground across the tops of his chitin boots, a scout walker marched out of the dust veil and caught him unaware. It raised up one leg and brought it down, attempting to crush the Yuuzhan Vong underfoot.
Reaching up, Xarl caught the All Terrain Scout Transports flat foot pad with both gauntlets, bending his legs as its weight came down on top of him. He resisted with every iota of strength he possessed, which still would not have been enough, if not for the enhanced armour he wore. Even then, the crab plate cracked in places, oozing purple ichor down his back and chest while the veins along his neck bulged from strain. Remarkably, the subaltern wasn't squished flat, but rather seemed to be holding his own against the mechanized walker, slowly but surely lifting the foot off until the machine began to off balance. Gritting his teeth until oily black blood seeped from between his crooked teeth, the warrior bellowed a roar and put all his strength into pushing the walker up and away, sending it teetering over the edge of the bridge. The ATST plummeted into the depths of the lower levels below, disappearing into the seemingly endless abyss. Utterly exhausted, the subaltern spat a wad of black tinged phlegm onto the ground and dragged the back of his fist across his mouth, stumbling slightly before regaining his footing. Gorgan and Rawe approached him, their faces a mix of awe and bewilderment, while the severed heads held in their hands by the scalp were fixed into expressions of exquisite suffering. "Did you just throw a walker off the bridge?" Said Gorgan Lah, who already knew the answer, having seen it with his own eyes.
Steam plumes hissed from slits in Xarl's spikey helm as he turned to face his war party, offering them a shrug as he retracted his fighting claws back into his forearms with a wet tear of ripping meat. "The Arch-Traitor's abominations are as weak as the infidels who use them." He grunted, then knelt next to the corpse of a stormtrooper he had personally gutted. The Yuuzhan Vong removed his serrated coufee dagger from its sheath on his hip and began to saw the cadavers head off. Rawe followed off where Gorgan left off, standing over the subaltern as he worked. "Don't tell me you buy into that infidel propaganda. Arch-Traitor? Who cares about their politics? Can we not simply enjoy being set loose upon an enemy worth our attention?" Not an unreasonable point. With a last slice of severed skin and gristle, Xarl lifted the disembodied head and stuck it on one of the leg spikes sticking out of his thick back plate, adding the gruesome decoration to his growing collection of gory trophies. He wiped the blade clean on the headless corpses pristine white chest plate, then stood, rising to over seven feet in full armour.
"Their politics do not concern us, true, but Roland has chosen to fight for Octavian." His knuckles cracked like snapping twigs. "And we fight for Roland. I will gladly kill the Warmaster's enemies, whatever form they take, though I reserve especial relish for destroying their heretical machines." The bridge began to rumble and shake as the rakamat war beast caught up with them, marching across the body strewn battlefield. Behind his mask, the subaltern's skeletal face was a mask of stoicism. His thoughts, as they often were even in the midst of glorious battle, were elsewhere. He banged his armoured forearm against his chest plate. "Come on. The night is young and I've still got a few spaces left on my trophy rack. Lets find a few more skulls to honour Yun-Yammka."
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Post by Octavian Delvardus on May 19, 2024 19:10:33 GMT -8
When the message went out from the Imperial Palace, stating the death of the usurper, despite the urging of many officers, a vast number of Stormtroopers laid down their arms. They surrendered willingly, even if their officers threatened to kill them for disloyalty. Loyal troopers of the Emperor Octavian took these officers into custody as other units fell into small civil wars and others continued to fight on till only a few remained or none at all. Their rebellion was over though, the traitorous standard of late Baltasar was cast down all over the city as loyal Stormtroopers moved in to secure the rest of the cityscape. It would take a few days to secure the whole of the planet and pacify it, but as of today, those on the side of the victorious Octavian could say that this part of the civil war was truly over.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on May 20, 2024 2:29:47 GMT -8
Securing the outskirts of the Galactic City, two ships of the Acclamator I-class would descend onto Coruscant within the latest stages of the invasion. Both the 187th and the 709th Legion would deploy swiftly from the large ramps of the massive carrier ships, Juggernaut tanks and AT-AT walkers leaving in unison the loading bays.
While the 187th was the more walker-focused regiment and therefore securing the landing point of their operation, it was mostly the troops and vehicles of the 709th that would approach the perimeters of the inner Imperial City within due time, given that their battle force consisted of more anti-grav tanks and Juggernaut-variants and due to the Legion's training in active cityscape-combat.
Soon the first buildings would be retaken, while those garrisons where defected Stormtroopers had laid down their arms would be secured professional and swiftly, holding the prisoners at gunpoint.
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