"Alright gentlemen, all here?" Mitth said as he seated himself at the head of the table, which could turn into a tactical display of an area over five kilometers wide, currently displaying the area around the Imperial Center of this world, with all of their forces neatly displayed with little blips of their own. Joy.
"Yes sir, we are ready to begin."
"How long until our opponent arrives for this match?" Mitth asked.
"At least another four, maybe six hours."
"Good. Commodore Lucin, is the command center online with the ground situation? How big is the lag?"
"Yes sir, there is virtually no lag, a tenth of a second."
"Good. What defenses do we have, and what can we expect?" Mitth asked, and Lucin cleared his throat.
"We have around sixty thousand fully trained stormtroopers, maybe five thousand troopers on speeder bikes, around twenty outdated AT-PT transports, maybe ten T-ST's if we can get them all operational. We can expect at the very least a force of three hundred thousand Yuuzhan Vong, no telling what sort of heavy weapons they will bring along."
"Not exactly equal numbers, but it will do. Get a demolitions team out there to blast out a hole about six or seven meters deep here, then rig the pass between the hole and this hill with subsonic mines and thermal detonators, and rig the bottom of the hole with nerve gas, and fill a thin concrete pavement over it. I want it easily ruptured."
"Planning to trap them there? What about the other approaches?"
"Mame shure the remaining approaches are mined as well. The Admiral choose this location for being easily defended, the high hills will offer us a good advantage, so set apart twenty thousand stormtroopers and send them to entrench themselves on the hills. It should offer them a good altitude advantage. Set out the remaining fourty thousand around and inside the complex, pay attention to altitude and fire lines. Get the scouts ready for take-off and arm them with Deslock rifles and portable repeater rifles, and as many power cells as they can fit on their bike."
"Alright sir, anything else?"
"Yes, wake me up an hour before the enemy arrives."
* * *
"We march for Center!" Lomeir yelled as he looked upon his entourage of loyal warriors of the order of Sarin. They came into the atmosphere of Crimson Prime aboard the Wind of War, indeed carried upon the winds of war, war which has engulfed the galaxy. The green terrain slowly gave way to the more rockier terrain, as the mountain greeted their company, clad in black armor, with ancient battle masks which like in the ancient days of Sarin, inspired dread in enemies to this day.
The look from the top of the mountain was astonishing. Cold wind greeted them, as did the blackness in the distance. Thousands of Yuuzhan Vong troops, war creatures and proxy troops, marching torward the three mountain passes leading to the Imperial Center on Crimson Prime.
* * *
"Sir, our sentry points report that the enemy will arrive soon, maybe in ten, twenty minutes. Maybe less." the calm voice of commodore Lucin woke Mitth from his slumber.
"How long since the last report?"
"three or four minutes."
"Alright, have the scouts harass their flanks and slow them down as much as they can, but without risking too much casualties." Mitth said as he rubbed his freshly grown beard.
"As you wish sir."
The enemy adrrived in sytle, shock troops leading the vanguard to trigger traps and ambushes, four great beasts spewing rains of plasma torward the Center in the distance. Still they were too long. They could see the brief flashes in the tactical view, as more and more red blips stopped glowing. Still they arrived.
"Are the granadiers in place?" Lucin asked when the Yuuzhan Vong force reached the first marker.
"Aye, they ought to commence firing soon." the reply came as multiple flashes erupted on the tactical view, the comlink bursting with cries for help, cheers for fine hits, and last words as trooper after trooper fell to jelly, amphistaff or bug. The vanguard reached the second marker, leaving behind dozens of corpses and the granadiers routing before them, but not before seeding the soil with Yuuzhan Vong corpses. It seemed as if for each Imperial that fell, another three Yuuzhan Vong fell. The vanguard reached the second marker, and the ground collapsed under their weight only to release potent nerve gas, filling the hole with corpses. Then the barrage started - the great beasts spew rains of hot plasma at the Imperial Center, and the ground shook before their advance, with coralskippers screaming torward the great Imperial complex.
"Commodore Lucin, see to it personally that the stormtroopers recieve proper instructions." in that moment Mitth spoke.
"As you command, admiral." Lucin nodded before leaving the room. He would see to it that the battle was won.
* * *
The stormtroopers and their warmachines stood firm, sixty thousand against over two hundred and fifty thousand Yuuzhan Vong, they stood firm. The first column lied down in the soil to get a better cover when firing, the second column kneeled down, and the third remained standing. Ammunition cases were being distributed. The Assault Transports stood towering above stormtroopers, ready to engage the enemy. Then they arrived.
A tide of seething masses of proxy troops flooded over the terrain, and the stormtroopers opened fire. Hot red light was the color of death today, as slaves and Yuuzhan Vong fell alike, paying a heavy death toll for every inch of land they came closer to the Imperial complex. Victory was at hand!
"Yes sir, we are ready to begin."
"How long until our opponent arrives for this match?" Mitth asked.
"At least another four, maybe six hours."
"Good. Commodore Lucin, is the command center online with the ground situation? How big is the lag?"
"Yes sir, there is virtually no lag, a tenth of a second."
"Good. What defenses do we have, and what can we expect?" Mitth asked, and Lucin cleared his throat.
"We have around sixty thousand fully trained stormtroopers, maybe five thousand troopers on speeder bikes, around twenty outdated AT-PT transports, maybe ten T-ST's if we can get them all operational. We can expect at the very least a force of three hundred thousand Yuuzhan Vong, no telling what sort of heavy weapons they will bring along."
"Not exactly equal numbers, but it will do. Get a demolitions team out there to blast out a hole about six or seven meters deep here, then rig the pass between the hole and this hill with subsonic mines and thermal detonators, and rig the bottom of the hole with nerve gas, and fill a thin concrete pavement over it. I want it easily ruptured."
"Planning to trap them there? What about the other approaches?"
"Mame shure the remaining approaches are mined as well. The Admiral choose this location for being easily defended, the high hills will offer us a good advantage, so set apart twenty thousand stormtroopers and send them to entrench themselves on the hills. It should offer them a good altitude advantage. Set out the remaining fourty thousand around and inside the complex, pay attention to altitude and fire lines. Get the scouts ready for take-off and arm them with Deslock rifles and portable repeater rifles, and as many power cells as they can fit on their bike."
"Alright sir, anything else?"
"Yes, wake me up an hour before the enemy arrives."
* * *
"We march for Center!" Lomeir yelled as he looked upon his entourage of loyal warriors of the order of Sarin. They came into the atmosphere of Crimson Prime aboard the Wind of War, indeed carried upon the winds of war, war which has engulfed the galaxy. The green terrain slowly gave way to the more rockier terrain, as the mountain greeted their company, clad in black armor, with ancient battle masks which like in the ancient days of Sarin, inspired dread in enemies to this day.
The look from the top of the mountain was astonishing. Cold wind greeted them, as did the blackness in the distance. Thousands of Yuuzhan Vong troops, war creatures and proxy troops, marching torward the three mountain passes leading to the Imperial Center on Crimson Prime.
* * *
"Sir, our sentry points report that the enemy will arrive soon, maybe in ten, twenty minutes. Maybe less." the calm voice of commodore Lucin woke Mitth from his slumber.
"How long since the last report?"
"three or four minutes."
"Alright, have the scouts harass their flanks and slow them down as much as they can, but without risking too much casualties." Mitth said as he rubbed his freshly grown beard.
"As you wish sir."
The enemy adrrived in sytle, shock troops leading the vanguard to trigger traps and ambushes, four great beasts spewing rains of plasma torward the Center in the distance. Still they were too long. They could see the brief flashes in the tactical view, as more and more red blips stopped glowing. Still they arrived.
"Are the granadiers in place?" Lucin asked when the Yuuzhan Vong force reached the first marker.
"Aye, they ought to commence firing soon." the reply came as multiple flashes erupted on the tactical view, the comlink bursting with cries for help, cheers for fine hits, and last words as trooper after trooper fell to jelly, amphistaff or bug. The vanguard reached the second marker, leaving behind dozens of corpses and the granadiers routing before them, but not before seeding the soil with Yuuzhan Vong corpses. It seemed as if for each Imperial that fell, another three Yuuzhan Vong fell. The vanguard reached the second marker, and the ground collapsed under their weight only to release potent nerve gas, filling the hole with corpses. Then the barrage started - the great beasts spew rains of hot plasma at the Imperial Center, and the ground shook before their advance, with coralskippers screaming torward the great Imperial complex.
"Commodore Lucin, see to it personally that the stormtroopers recieve proper instructions." in that moment Mitth spoke.
"As you command, admiral." Lucin nodded before leaving the room. He would see to it that the battle was won.
* * *
The stormtroopers and their warmachines stood firm, sixty thousand against over two hundred and fifty thousand Yuuzhan Vong, they stood firm. The first column lied down in the soil to get a better cover when firing, the second column kneeled down, and the third remained standing. Ammunition cases were being distributed. The Assault Transports stood towering above stormtroopers, ready to engage the enemy. Then they arrived.
A tide of seething masses of proxy troops flooded over the terrain, and the stormtroopers opened fire. Hot red light was the color of death today, as slaves and Yuuzhan Vong fell alike, paying a heavy death toll for every inch of land they came closer to the Imperial complex. Victory was at hand!
