The remaining Imperial defenders were exhausted after fighting the primitive interlopers all day previously...Unbeknownst to the soldiers and force users of the Sith Empire, the Soviet Union had something special in mind for the Space fascists. The Warsaw Pact will unleash terror the likes that have never before been seen by the galaxy.
With the approval of the United Nations, and with the assurances that no civilians would be harmed nor will there be any raping and pillaging from Khrushchev, Earth would send one final message to the Dark Council itself cannot ignore.
Marshal of the Soviet Union Georgy Konstantinovich Zhukov - Commander in Chief of Warsaw Pact and Communist Forces
Aboard the RNS Perseverance- Valor-class Cruiser: In orbit over Korriban - Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
10:26:15 ATC/ October 26th, 1968 - 05:00/5:00 AM
"Now the final stage of Operation: Mars will commence and the Empire will learn that Earth is not as primeval as first thought. Perhaps we'll show the Space Fascists the price of threatening Mother Russia herself. Of course, there will be no rapes and indiscriminate killings of civilians even though both the KGB and GRU says that there are no civilians on that wasteland. The soldiers, however, are a different story and as already planned, we'll not be taking any prisoners...So I urge that your forces wrap up with conveying detainees before my troops ravage the planet. They thirst for fascist blood after all."
Patton didn't exactly trust Zhukov, but neither did the Soviet, yet there was a mutual respect between the American and the Communist. They both fought against the Third Reich in the Second World War and circumstances brought them together again against another fascist faction known as the 'Sith Empire'.
"Very well Zhukov..." Bandito sighed, knowing that officially there was nothing he could do about it short of resigning his position in protest yet the hypocrisies of the United Nations might cause a Soviet General to be placed in command of the entire UEC afterwards. 'Sending a message my ass. The Politburo in Moscow just want insurance for war crimes as if this was the Eastern Front all over again.' "I pity the poor bastards that the wizards regard as expendable, but do what must be done."
"Understood Eagle Three." Bear smiled as he got up from the chair. "Red Dawn is a go."
Private Aleksandr Sokolov - Second Platoon, A Company, 4th Battalion, 257th Motorized Infantry Regiment, Soviet Army
Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
10:26:15 ATC/ October 26th, 1968 - 07:30/ 7:30 AM
"Welcome to Korriban. You are about to begin the greatest moment of your life. The Empire has lost hundreds of tanks and planes. The Sith's brutalized hordes are now advancing towards us over mountains of their own dead bodies. Our Bolshevik Party, our nation, our great country, has given us the task not to let the enemy reach the Soviet Union. Forward against the enemy!"
Artillery was shooting at the Hind, but it was ineffective since the purpose-built AA batteries were taken down earlier by the Americans.
"Up into the unremitting battle, comrades, for our great country! Not one step back!"
"Cowards and traitors will be shot!"Commissar Durasov warned the soldiers of the punishment for failure. "Do not count days, do not count miles, count only the number of Fascists you have killed! Kill the Sith - this is your mother's prayer. Kill the Sith - this is the cry of your Russian soil. Do not waver! Do not let up! Kill! Death to the Sith!"
"Death to the Sith!" The troops all shouted in exhilaration as the thought of gaining glory for the Motherland ran through their heads.
"Let's move! Go, go! FOR THE MOTHERLAND!"
Sokolov hopped off the hind as quick as possible and noticed how his brave Comrades of the Third Shock Army pushed forward with their BMPs, T-55s, T-62s, T-64s, and Motorized Infantry unleashed hell on the Imps.
"Remember comrades! Show no mercy!" Durasov reminded as he popped an Imperial in the head.
"URA!"
Second Platoon pushed forward with their AK-47s, bayonets affixed and fired at the retreating Imperials, some of them riding on repulsortanks with a majority fleeing on foot, but either way they did not get far.
"There will be no escape!" Dusolov pointed out. "Kerensky!? Fire the RPG!"
"My pleasure comrade Commissar." The Rocketeer grinned before firing the rocket, striking the broadside of the furthest repulsortank and the vehicle begin to burn, with the survivors hopping out with those that did escaped the inferno were cut down by RPK fire from a squad of Soviet Airborne Infantry.
"Very good my friend!" The political officer laughed."That'll show the Imperials that they may run, but we'll still hunt them down like the dogs they are."
Private Dimitri Petrenko - Third Platoon, C Company, 4th Battalion, Third Shock Army, Soviet Army
Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
10:26:15 ATC/ October 26th, 1968 - 07:30/ 7:30 AM
"Brave comrades of the mighty, all-powerful, experienced Third Shock Army. Today we lay waste to the Imperial line! Push forward to the ridge!"
"Dimitri, ready the flamethrower."
Dimitri grinned at his old friend Viktar as he unleashed a burst of flames from the T-64 tank designated as Hero of Stalingrad.
"Good. Now, take a closer look at those rats on the horizon! They will be the first to burn this day!"
The Russian tanks aim down their sights at the Imperials in the distance. The Space Nazis were panicking, but the PKM machine guns and flamethrowers alongside treads stopped them dead in their tracks. The infantry following the tanks cut down any survivors that remained behind and it was just one of many massacres that occurred courtesy of the Eastern Bloc.
Petrenko even witnessed KGB troops lining up Imperials against a wall from a destroyed emplacement and unleashed a burst from their PPSH-41s at their prisoners.
"First artillery piece...southwest! Fire the flamethrower and incinerate them!"
The Soviet Tank Platoon alongside their compatriots continued on their campaign of spreading terror and destruction throughout the Imperial lines.
Even the Sith weren't immune and despite them hurling rocks and flipping over the armored vehicles by lifting up the dirt, the Soviets had endless waves and there were just too many. Soviet reinforcements were even airdropped behind enemy lines and assaulted the defenders from the rear, causing even more panic for an already beaten foe.
"Ha! The first of many Space Fascists, my friend! These Space Brits are more even miserable than Hitler goons!"
"I couldn't agree any more Reznov."
The T-64s continue to move forward to crush the Pseudo-Nazi lines: They would tremble in fear at the might of the glorious Soviet Union!
"These idiots had met the might of Mother Russia herself!"Dmitri laughed as he ran over an Imperial scout.
"Bring down those towers!" Reznov shouted and the Russian tabk crews did as they were asked, obliterating the towers to dust with the main guns. "Ha ha! Dasvidaniya Fascist dogs! Excellent work, Dimitri!"
"Why thank you Viktar." Dimitri grinned before the Commissar's voice spoke on the radio.
"Attention, comrades! Push forward and obliterate the Fascist radio tower!"
"Onward! Follow the road to the northwest!"
The platoon of T64s did as they were ordered and headed northwest to disrupt the Imperials communications. If they wanted help, they will have to use smoke signals instead.
The driver drove the Hero of Stalingrad to where Reznov ordered.
"Good work, Dimitri, there will be no cry for reinforcements! Enough talk. We must rejoin our comrades and push forward to the ridge!"
The armored beasts continued to shoot at, burn, and crush anything in their path, causing morale to drop to an entirely new low for the remaining defenders, not to mention the fear that was spreading as the interlopers were executing those who remained behind during the retreat.
They were not taking any prisoners at all and these humans did not have Basic as their primary language, yet they still manage to speak the Galactic Standard as needed.
"You may run, but you cannot hide! The spirit of the Red Army cannot be broken." A chilling announcer declared. "There will be no mercy shown to Fascists! URA!"
"By the Force!" Yosh watched in horror at his post as a superior made a final holomessage.
"This is Colonel Sazto..." The officer was stuttering out of fear."I'm all who remains of the 31st Battalion...Continue to retreat!"
The young Corporal watched as Sazto pulled out his blaster to fire back at the outsider, but they used a flame projector and cooked him alive.
"Arrggghhhh!'
The Corporal was prepared to die for the cause of the Empire and he came to a decision to hopefully turn the tide.
'I know I'm going to be torn to shreds by the K'lor Slugs, but I think the situation is desperate.'
The conscript prayed to the Force as he lowered the shields as he knew that the animals were hungry and the first victim was going to himself.
The K'lor Slugs devoured the conscript before hearing sound of gunfire, the smell of flesh attracted the starving horrors to their next meal.
The Red Army would not expect the horror that has been unleashed.
"This is fun!" Dimitri laughed."Even during the Great Patriotic War, I haven't had as much enjoyment in killing fascists as today!"
"I share your opinion, my old friend." Reznov chuckled.
"Attention Comrades! Be advised that the facists unleashed a horror! The beasts cannot and will not stop the progress of the great Third Shock Army!"
"Beasts?... I mean this desolate rock already is worthless as it is, but what can be so bad?" A tanker from the Revolution of 1917 scoffed.
"Comrade!" The Commissar scolded. "Do as you are told! Be on the lookout or I'll have you shot!"
"Why yes Comrade Commissar!"
Dimitri ignored the conversation and continued on with his duty...All of a sudden, a tank was being lifted off the ground.
"Der'mo!" Reznov cursed.
"Comrades! Engage and squish the centipede!"
Petrenko and his comrades at once fired at the worm.
"I regret my words Comrade Commissar!"
"That is good Comrade. Very good. From now on, do as you are told!"
"At once-Arrrghhh!" The sounds of a men being ripped apart were heard throughout the unit, sending shockwaves and admittedly: something catches Viktar's eyes.
"DIMITRI! USE THE FLAMETHROWER! BURN THE PESTS!"
Petrenko saw multiple, yet smaller worms bearing down upon on the platoon and they already demolish one of the tanks.
"Comrades! Fire at will!"
The Soviets unleashed their machineguns, flamethrowers, and shredder rounds from the main guns. The Reds unleashed hell on the insects and managed to drive them off...
"Excellent work Comrades! Make sure that you keep a lookout from now on!"
"There, we will prepare for the final push to the ridge."
The tanks continued to press forward and they came across an Imperial rally point.
The Commissar spoke once more. "The ridge is within our grasp! As our planes rain death from above, crush their final positions!"
Red Army planes bomb the base. The detachment wiped out Imperial soldiers and moves to the other end of the base.
"Comrades!" The Commissar's voice shouted in appreciation of the excellent work. "A great victory is ours! On to Dromund Kaas! Ura!"
Dimitri and his comrades anxiously waited for the time to strike the Imperials once more. The tankers were dismounted and impressed to assist the infantry with the latest assault against the survivors...Few Imperials remained and as a result, Petrenko was now handed an AK and ordered to fight man to man...It was the time to hunt down the elusive rats and finish them off one by one until no one remained!
"On your feet!"
"On the Sith's sacred planet... a barrage of Katyushka rockets will tear the tombs to pieces. With your bullets... with your bayonets... with your bare hands... do the same to their wretched soldiers!"The Commissar declared.
The group of Red Army soldiers crouched behind a trench as a barrage of rockets hits a building in front of them.
"Charge!"Reznov ordered.
"URA!"
"Keep moving! Keep moving!"
"Move up with the tanks!"
"Use them for cover!"Reznov advised as Imperials attempted to destroy the T-55s. It was no use and they were only delaying the inevitable as death approached them with every step that the communists took.
"The rats are everywhere!" The Sergeant complained with disgust. "Clear every building! More! On the upper floor!"
A Russian kicked open the door to an Imperial barrack that nearby. Dimitri was the third one in and saw fifteen of the enemy cowering in fear, pleading for their lives as Petrenko comrades rushed in.
"Kriff!" One the Imperial cursed before pleading. "By the Force we surrender! Mercy! Mercy!"
"There will be no mercy to Fascists!" The Commissar roared. "Execution is what they deserve!"
Four of the Space Brits attempted to raise their blaster rifles in defense but they were gunned down by the Reds who already were aiming at them, others used the opportunity to escape, but not for long.
"They are running!" Chernov pointed out.
"Of course, Chernov! But they have nowhere to go! Wipe them out! All of them!"
Some Red Army tanks are destroyed by some Imperials that unleashed an ambush with their rocket launchers.
"Our tanks are being torn apart!" Reznov cried.
"Comrade Reznov? Take a squad and annihilate the trash."
Viktor nodded. "Dimitri!? Chernov!? With me!"
"They have set up defenses in the building!" Chernov pointed out.
"MG! Stay in cover! Rocket! Dimitri, find a better position upstairs in the building!"
Petrenko threw a fragmentation grenade upstairs, listening to the clanging and hopeful that the toss was in a good killzone.
"Kriff! GRENADE!" One of the Imps shouted, but the fragments exploded, spreading the dangerous shards around the area.
"Finish them! Destroy every last position!"
Dimitri and his comrades sprayed lead onto the Fascists who were wounded or unscathed from the detonation,
While the Imperials fought valiantly, it was no use against the Soviet horde. Brutal street to street and hand to hand fighting broke out, yet the Space Brits were just delaying the inevitable.One of the T-64s fired an AP round into the building next door and created an opening. Soviet infantry began to swarm the structure and began to clear it room by room.
The Commissar urged his men forward "Move forward, Comrades!
"This way!" Reznov shouted. "Into the building!"
"Upstairs!"
"Sergeant!" Chernov cried. "There are survivors!"
"These animals desired to rape and maraude their way through the motherland without mercy just like the Nazis! They deserve no mercy in return!"
The soldiers exit the building and come across a group of Red Army soldiers forcing unarmed Imperial soldiers outside.
"Move, you pigs!" A Russian Lieutenant ordered.
"Face us, you cowards!"
"No! Please, don't!" A raven-haired female Imp shrieked in horror and there was a blonde Imperial technician beside her. In fact, it was a detachment of Imperial engineers, not infantrymen. Nevertheless, if caught with the uniform or armor of the Sith Empire: They die.
"Please, PLEASE!"
The Red Army soldiers proceed to execute the Imperial soldiers, but one miraculously survived the summarily execution.
"By the Force! I beg you!"
A Red Army Soldier takes out a Tokarev TT-33 and shoots the lone Imperial in the head while outside a Red Army tank also begins moving towards a wall to batter it down.
"How are we to move forward?"
"Ha!" Viktar laughed. "Brute force, Chernov, brute force!"
The tank crashes through the wall, destroying it and allowing entry.
"Keep pushing..." The Commissar barked. "MOVE!"
"Rocket fire! From the northwest!"
"Deal with it!" Reznov barked. "The foolish rats will perish!"
However, a T-55 already took care of the problem with it's main gun.
"Comrades! Look at the sight, behold this glorious view!" Reznov exclaimed. "Our tanks are now advancing!"
The soldiers leave through a hole in the wall made from demolition charges, rejoining an armada of Red Army tanks and soldiers to pacify the region entirely of the few survivors without remorse, continuing to spread terror and destruction on Korriban.
"We should spread the word..." Commissar Markhov muttered, fumbling for a megaphone to have his voice amplified.
"Citizens of Korriban! A ring of steel surrounds your rotten planet! We will crush all who still dare to resist the will of the Red Army! Abandon your posts! Abandon your homes! Abandon all hope! URA!"
Darth Avarice / Nathrrya Therin-Palatine - The Empire's Wrath
En route to the Sol System
10:26:15 ATC/ October 26th, 1968 - 10:00/10:00 AM
Nathrrya was stood on the bridge of the Accuser, next to her was Admiral Maxus Piett, the last time she'd seen the man he had been a captain. As she looked out the main viewport Nathrrya could see the rest of the fleet, two hundred and fifty ships all told. The equivalent of a sector fleet carrying a sector army. They were all at sublight as Earth was so far out it required numerous jumps and time for the hyperdrives to cool between them.
Not for the first time, the Wrath of the Empire wondered at the Dark Council's decision to invade a world that was no threat to the Empire. Nathrrya frowned, Earth had no military or strategic value and resources other than manpower. Yet, the Sith wondered if the existence of a race of humans that were not connected to the Force had contributed to their decision to invade the world.
Or, as she thought about it, perhaps there were in fact resources that could be exploited against the Jedi, materials that were completely immune to telekinesis, impregnable from any effects of the Force itself, and the implications were now frighteningly becoming apparent.
Even with the sudden realization that everything from blasters and armor to hulls built completely of metal native to the Sol System would make the Empire unstoppable to not only the Republic but especially the Jedi, Nat wondered if negotiating trade would have negated the need of an invasion entirely, yet the diplomatic fiasco with the revelation of espionage forced the Empire's hands.
It now made sense as to why the Council decided to invade: It was a decapitation strike before the Republic could convince the inhabitants to join them and thereby also prevent the enemy from purchasing and using the unique elements against the Sith Empire.
But had the Council considered ambitious Moffs attempting to topple them?
'And those Banthas better realize the threat of their fighters.' Nathrrya thought. 'Constrained by a planet's atmosphere they may be but they can run rings around our own fighters.' That had been obvious to her as the flight of F-4 Phantoms that had escorted her Fury in was near their stalling speed just keeping up with her much slower vessel.
"My Lord! We have a distress call!" The coms officer shouted. "By the Force, it's Korriban!"
"Put it through!" Admiral Piett snapped.
"Lord Avarice! It's Tremel! We're being overrun by an unknown ally of the Republic! They-Arrgh!"
"URA!" A group of the primitives all their fired slugthrowers at the overseer, yet Tremel got back up and threw his lightsaber, taking out the squad.
"Tremel behind you!" Nathrrya yelled a desperate warming as another one of the unknowns crept up behind the Overseer and used his entrenching tool to behead the Sith. Tremel head fell down then the outsider picked up his head and shouted in broken Basic to everyone in the room.
"Workers of the World Unite! For Earth!" The transmission ended.
Nathrrya's eyes went from blue to red in an instant as her hands balled into fists. She committed the earthling's appearance to memory as she was going to hunt the man down and behead him like he had Tremel. The Overseer had been a good teacher, ally, and friend and his death would not go unpunished.
"Admiral, have the fleet head for Korriban, maximum velocity!"
"My Lord?" Piett sounded confused.
Nathrrya spun to face the man her eyes still bright red "We cannot allow Korriban to fall! If the Dark Council want Earth so badly let them invade it themselves!"
The Admiral snapped off a salute, acknowledging the command without second thought. "Understood my lord!"
Minutes later the fleet turned and began to wink out of existence as it jumped to light speed. Earth would never know how close to invasion it had come for Darth Avarice's fleet had only been one jump away from entering the Sol System.
Commissar Viktor Durasov- Second Platoon, A Company, 4th Battalion, 257th Motorized Infantry Regiment, Soviet Army
Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
10:26:15 ATC/ October 26th, 1968 -10:00/10:00 AM
Commissar Durasov watched as his men pressed on into a cavern since there was a Sith who escaped the Soviet soldiers during the initial engagement.
"Keep on pressing forward comrades!" Viktor encouraged. "This will be one less magician scum we'll have to worry about."
"But comrade Commissar? Wouldn't it have been wise to bring flamethrowers?"
Durasov pulled back the slide to his Makarov and aimed it at the disobedient's forehead. "Flame is valuable comrade, unlike you. Keep moving."
The conscript gulped and nodded his head in affirmative before waving his fellow men on. Each man pointed their AK-47s up and down searching for the elusive sorcerer. Sokolov and Durasov split up into a pair while the rest of the platoon broke into fireteams to cover more ground and the rest continued on their way.
But they didn't have to wait long as the distinct accent that sounded similar to the damn prosperous capitalist scum of the British Isles speaking into a device.
"Lord Avarice! It's Tremel! We're being overrun by an unknown ally of the Republic!"
"Over there!" One of the Reds shouted as he opens fire with his Kalashnikov. Soon even the rest of the fireteam joined in.
"They-Arrgh!"
"URA!" Some of the fireteams reunited and became a squad as they unleashed bursts of 7.62 X 39mm.
The wizard, in a final act of defiance, threw his laser sword at the detachment and Durasov watched in a mixture of fascination and horror as the Sith cut down his men left and right.
"What are you doing comrade!?"
"Killing Sith!" The Private replied as he put his entrenching tool into his hands.
Durasov allowed him to have his death wish and prepared to escape, but the Commissar saw Sokolov crept up to the Sith as he unleashed by Lenin's corpse bolts of lightning from his fingertips before throwing his lightsaber once more. That was when his subordinate struck.
"Tremel behind you!" A woman called out.
However, it was too late as the shovel swung against his throat, decapitating the Sith instantly and Aleksander picks up the detached head.
"Ura! Ura! Ura!" Chanted the survivors. It was a great day for the Motherland.
"Workers of the World Unite! For Earth!"
Khomo Fett - Head of Mandalorian Clan Fett
Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
10:26:15 ATC/ October 26th, 1968 - 11:00/11:00 AM
"Charge your blasters, vode! We got a good hunt today!"
The Mandalorians of Clan Fett shouted in excitement as they land on Korriban to assist their Imperial allies against a new and unknown foe.
"Oya!"
Khomo himself was looking forward to facing the unknowns in combat since they conquered a region of Korriban in two days whereas the Republic is still fighting defenders on the other side of the planet and it'll be a week at the very least before the Pubs can overwhelm the Imps on the other side of the planet. "Been too long since I've had some good challenge." Khomo Fett was a man of combat and battle, the veteran Mandalorian Clan Chieftain hearing this new potential foe was something he couldn't pass up on.
"Incoming!" The pilot shouts as he noticed primitive slugs targeting the landing zone. The Mandalorian Q-Carriers took immediate action to dodge the incoming artillery fire.
But the unknowns also have strange starfighters unleashing sorties and rockets began to be unleashed on the Mandalorians attempting to land.
And the starfighters were the fastest Khomo has ever witnessed. As matter of fact, the Clan leader wished to get his hands on one.
The MIGs unleashed their missiles and began to harass the gunships, but the armor for the Q-ships was thick and the missiles wouldn't penetrate the Soviet pilots next targeted the cockpit and managed to pierce a vulnerable joint in the transport with the twenty-three millimeter cannons, literally thread close in shredding the canopy and killing the pilot but before the Reds were able to exploit the weak spot, two of the MIGs were shot down and the rest scattered.
"Now that's what I call a fight!" Khomo laughed. "These unknowns are a challenge alright! And smart too!"
The Q-Ships split off and headed for a nearby canyon to take cover and drop off it complements. From there, five hundred of the finest warriors from Clan Fett would link up with the remaining Imperial forces and turn the tide against the outsiders.
The Soviet artillery can't hit the canyon due to the elevation of the guns not being able to be lowered to hit the area, so now the Commies would attempt to do what they do best:
Burn them out.
"Get ready Vode! They're not messing around and you should not hold back!"
Khomo was incensed at what he witnessed as the unknowns committing atrocities on the already defeated Imperials, yet the leader of Clan Fett was also in awe of their adversary: The interlopers managed to overrun the defenders in not a month. Not a week. But two days! And Khomo was anticipating the challenge that lied ahead.
Only about five thousand seven hundred and six Imperials soldiers remained along with some droids, but most of the heavy equipment was left behind during the truly was a last stand. However, fifty of the finest warriors of Clan Fett were ready.
The mechanical beast commenced their assault as the cannons and starfighters pounded away at where Khomo and his warriors were at amongst the survivors. Some of the Imperials and even four Mandalorians were torn to shreds by an artillery shell that hit their position.
Khomo made a note to be sure to have his warriors be granted a funeral according to Mandalorian tradition after the impending battle.
Sergeant Sara Kelrein - Commando Unit 421 "Reaper Squad", Imperial Army
Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
10:26:15 ATC/ October 26th, 1968 - 11:15/11:15 AM
"Steady men. Steady."
Sara was one of the few remaining defenders and the Dromund Kaas native escaped from Republic custody the day before after the Americans transferred her and other prisoners to their Commando didn't desire to be held captive but now she wondered if it might have been wiser to become a prisoner of war for the duration instead.
'These Soviets are no joke.' The Sergeant realized that the history books she read on Earth weren't exaggerating in the slightest about the Red Army ability to cause terror during their rampage throughout the Eastern Front of World War II. The redhead was afraid that she wasn't going to survive her encounter with the Communist horde as the numbers were just too overwhelming. They have at least six divisions facing them and Kelrein believed even Clan Fett was only delaying the inevitable and the Mandalorians would join the defenders in their annihilation; morale was lower than its ever been within the Imperial ranks and they were trapped, surrounded to be besieged and slaughtered like Banthas.
Sara was ready to give her life for the Empire, but even she didn't think that this was how her life would be cut short all courtesy of a bunch of supposed 'primitives' that in actuality knew the meaning of war.
Sergeant Viktar Reznov- Third Platoon, C Company, 4th Battalion, Third Shock Army, Soviet Army
Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
10:26:15 ATC/ October 26th, 1968 - 11:15/11:15 AM
"Attention comrades of Mother Russia!" The voice of Great Comrade Zhukov rang throughout the radios of the Warsaw Pact forces rampaging through the canyons and valleys of the worthless planet of the enemy. "We are pressing the advantage and the Imperial rats are retreating in a disorderly manner...They may run, but they cannot hide from the Red Army...Remember Comrades. We are not taking any prisoners. Shoot them. Burn them. Stab them. It doesn't matter...Make them suffer. Make them pay. Show the Fascist scum that the might of the Soviet Union will not be vanquished! Show them that the will of Communism cannot be subdued! Show them the price of attempting to invade Earth! For Mother Russia! For Earth! URA!"
"Ha-ha-ha! You hear that my friends?! That is the sign of victory!"
"I couldn't disagree with you comrade." Private Serensky smirked just before he noticed an Imp lying down in a ditch.
"Please! I surrender! Mercy! Mercy!" The man pleaded, but mercy was not granted and Serensky fired a burst of 7.62X39mm into his leg.
"Arrgghhh!"
"Finish him off!" Reznov ordered.
"At once comrade Sergeant." The conscript smiled before tossing a grenade. The group of Russians saw the Imperial's brains being scattered.
"Now that's what I call a mess!"
Laughter spread throughout the ranks as the Red Wave continued spreading carnage and terror around Korriban.
"KANDOSII'LA!" Khomo cried out as he twists the neck of a Soviet soldier like a trig, smiling at the sound of the bones cracking from his crushgaunts, before throwing the body at another soldier, knocking him right into the ground before Khomo finishes him off with his Mandalorian Heavy Pistol.
'I haven't had this much fun since the last war!' He was covered in blood, armor with astonishing severe dents left by the slugthrowers wielded by the enemy, his face bruised due to being forced to remove his helmet because of the damage.
"URA!" A Soviet soldier cries out as he opens fires at the Clan Leader with his AK. Khomo grunted in pain as he felt the armor barely stopping the few bullets that struck and he noticed the power of the kinetic force that hit his breastplate, almost as if these were railguns specifically designed to penetrate Beskar or close to it. It wasn't common to be hit by a slugthrower nowadays in The Galaxy, but the Mandalorian knew that despite their primitiveness, a slug was still dangerous to deal with, uniquely powerful or not.
He fired his blaster pistol in response, striking right into the forehead but the Mandalorian knew that he and his Clan were facing overwhelming odds. Out of fifty of his finest warrior, Khomo had lost a quarter of them already, but the leader was determined to fight the new foe despite it all.
For every member of Clan Fett the Soviets killed, ten of them were killed, or in worst cases, two squads and some of their vehicles were slaughtered and destroyed by the elite warriors. Khomo wasn't going to make it easy for them, but the leader was starting to have some regrets since he realized that fifty fighters were not enough. "Blasted damn Imperials!" They were supposed to be their back up as was planned.
But the Soviets wrecked that part. Khomo and his Clan has only brought in personal weaponry and armor and some heavy weaponry, their jetpacks allowed them to conduct air raids but even the mobility of the jetpacks proved easy for the Soviets to shoot down with their dedicated anti-aircraft guns, forcing the Mandalorians to fight purely on the ground.
Khomo grunted as he finishes slicing the throat open of what he assumed was a commanding officer judging from the uniform, he didn't flinch or turn away as blood splattered on his armor and face. 'We're not gonna be able to hold this position long.' The Soviets had far more soldiers to spare and their heavy weaponry didn't help either, penetrating what previously was considered to be resilient with ease!
They were also no pushovers, far from it. The ruthlessness, the hatred, the sheer brutality, but most of all their determination, even with all the soldiers him and his Clan continued to kill, they didn't stop or surrendered.
No, the stubbornness was something he hadn't seen since the last war. They just kept pushing and pushing, stepping over the bodies of their dead comrades and charged into face of death.
He admired them for it but despised their weaponry to dent or even render the personal armor of the clansmen useless entirely.
"Alright you aruetiise!" Khomo stared down at his opponents. "I'll show you the meaning of combat!"
The Mandalorian charged the nearest interloper and tackled him before crushing his head like a melon. Another one of the unknowns rushed at Khomo as he got up, but Khomo withdrew his knife and threw it at his head, killing him. A Soviet fireteam aimed their rifles at the berserker, but he spun around and utilized a flamethrower on them, they screamed as they were roasted alive.
Next, a Russian with an RPG fired at Khomo, one of the few handheld weapons that frighteningly managed to pierce beskar'gam but it barely missed him by his head, and the Mandalorian aimed his blaster pistol at the conscript, killing him with a shot to the head.
A few T-55s came up to engage him, but Khomo was prepared as he loaded a rocket into the RPG-7 as Khomo's jetpack was damaged earlier by the flak cannons which annihilated four of his Vode and as a result, the Mandalorian had to use a different missile to engage the beasts.
More tanks along with a few BMPs and infantry approach where Khomo was was surrounded, but not quite outgunned. The warrior aimed his acquired rocket launcher once more at the nearest tank before picking up an RPD.
"As much as I hate to admit it, I can respect these weapons!" The Mandalorian declared with mixed feelings as he spread rounds into the Soviet ranks from cover, his warriors coming from behind to join in his assault.
The tanks and BMPs attempted to shoot his position but the main guns didn't have the elevation to lower them and the crews were forced to use their secondary weapons. A Soviet threw a grenade nearby and Khomo kicked it out of the way.
"Is anyone there else out there?" Khomo asked as he blasts away with his new weapon, a slugthrower he took off from one of the dead Soviets, already taking a begrudging respect to its capabilities.
"Khomo?" He heard a feminine voice cough in his comlink, it sounded bad. "This is Uela Fett, we slew many of them as we could. But they finally pushed us back, me and Han are the only ones who survived. We're attempting to regroup at Tor's position!"
"I'm still here!" Ka'uke Fett shouted. "I'm just being surrounded by the unknowns!" Khomo heard blaster fire before the Togorian Ruus'alor (Sergeant) spoke again. "Dammit! We just lost Kank to a sniper, his head blown clean off even though he was wearing his helmet! We need to pull out and cover the retreat!"
Khomo didn't want to give up. The Mandalorian beliefs were the same as the Neo-Crusaders who came before him and they didn't give up either, yet the leader knew Ka'uke was outsiders taught Khomo a lesson.
He had bit more than he could chew and in addition the small numbers, mournfully not even beskar'gam could help them.
"To anyone still alive." Khomo began, lamenting the defeat, but he knows that the decision has to be made. "We are... withdrawing...The Empire can clean up this mess of theirs while we rebuild...Cover the retreat then we're leaving."
"Understood vod."
Darth Avarice / Nathrrya Therin-Palatine - The Empire's Wrath
Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
10:26:15 ATC/ October 26th, 1968 - 18:00/6:00 PM
"My Lord, we're exiting hyperspace and should be in orbit over Korriban shortly." Piett announced.
Soon enough the swirl of hyperspace was replaced by real space and Korriban in the distance. Nathrrya snarled seeing the small fleet of Republic ships, fifty strong if the sensor readouts were accurate. She had five times that number.
"Admiral, flank and destroy the Republic fleet, try and prevent their escape." Nathrrya ordered coldly, she wasn't naive enough to think she'd be able to kill every Republic ship.
"Yes my lord!" Piett replied as he began issuing orders to the rest of the Imperial fleet.
Agent Theron Shan - Republic Strategic Information Service
Aboard the RNS Perseverance- Valor-class Cruiser: In orbit over Korriban - Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
"We've got company and a lot of trouble!" the SIS agent yelled seeing the sudden appearance of the Imperial fleet on the tactical display "A whole sector fleets worth of trouble!"
"Where did the Imps get that much firepower to send here so quickly?" Colonel Darok asked. He'd been expecting retaliation from the Imperials but not on this scale nor so soon.
"Don't know but if we stay here we'll be pinned down and destroyed." Shan replied. "We've already lost some of the outer escorts."
Rommel looked out the viewport at the advancing Imperial fleet "I would be less worried about where this fleet has come from and more by where it had been going." Turning to Zhukov he asked. "Didn't you say that some of your men killed a Sith who had been making a distress call?"
"Yes... you think this is the result?" the Russian responded.
"I do." The German confirmed.
"The news just keeps getting better." Theron spoke up. "I've identified the Imperial flagship, it's the Accuser." He brought up a holo image of the ship which at first glance looked like any other Harrower-class dreadnought but there were differences that made her one of a kind. "Normally she's parked in orbit around Axxila and doesn't move as much as a millimeter. There's only one person who'd be capable of getting the Accuser as their flagship. Darth Avarice, the Empire's Wrath."
Darth Avarice / Nathrrya Therin- Palatine - The Empire's Wrath.
"Well done, Admiral, forty-five Republic ships mission killed or destroyed with the rest fled." She was happy with the almost total destruction of the Republic fleet, they'd lost some ships as well but most of those could be salvaged.
"Thank you, my lord." Piett replied "I've also made preparations to land troops to reinforce the remaining garrison, although the majority are now dead."
"My Lord, we're holding the - Nat?"
"Go on Sara." Nathrrya was still irritated that Earthlings were on the sacred world of Korriban and it bugged her that her warning was somehow spanned into raiding the holy world.
'I tried to do the right thing and then, of course, Saresh had to convince Earth to join the war through her manipulation.'
"Right...Well, these damn stubborn nerf herders are determined to wipe out all of us, Nat..." The Commando unholstered her blaster pistol and shot it at a few Russians. "Kriff!" The redhead turned back to face the Wrath. "There's only five hundred of us left... They are not taking prisoners at all and they just killed the last of the acolytes that were fighting with us! No Sith remains and I'm just about the only Commando left here...Everyone else is from rear echelon units and they are not used to fighting on the front."
'When I get down there, I'll show them a thing or two!'
"Don't worry Sara, we're on our way. Do you think you can hold them off til then?"
"I don't know. Even Clan Fett is being wiped out by the Red Army."
"Why doesn't anyone listen to me?" She muttered.
"My Lord?"
"Nothing Sergeant."
Taliya Fett - Clan Fett
Taliya was getting more and more annoyed by these stubborn fighters by the soldiers were dishonorable brutes who execute wounded Imperials and shoot those running in the back.
The Mandalorians do not mercy kill their adversaries unless the situation dictates it, yet these brutes rampaged through Korriban and shooting anyone wearing the emblem of the Empire, nevermind the unexpected effectiveness of their armaments against Beskar.
The Twi'lek linked up with her few remaining brethren as they covered the retreat. The Mandalorians were determined to at least take a few more of these worthless scum, yet the Mandalorian can still respect their ferociousness and ability to take on the best of Clan Fett.
"Don't they know when to give up?!"
"Shut it Gono!" She snapped at the Weequey in green and red armor."Khomo gave us an order and if you have nothing useful to say, then I'll have Oyyka tear your limbs!"
The aforementioned Wookiee roared as more Soviets approached the last of the of fifty Mandalorians, only four remained.
Or that's what they thought as the tanks, BMPs, and infantry came to a halt.
"Attention brave Mandalorians of Clan Fett!" A voice echoed from a bullhorn. "We offer you a chance to leave! We are not your enemies! We are fighting against the dreaded Space Fascists of the Sith Empire! We are not monsters!"
Taliya scoffed and fired back. "Explain the executions then you demagolkase!"
The Commissar ignored her. "We are neither monsters nor barbarians like the Sith. We want to bring peace to the galaxy and conflict is not the answer!"
"Go to Hell!" Ijaat growled, defiant to the end.
"Very well then!" The Commissar put down his megaphone and grabbed the radio. "Attention comrades! You may proceed to crush the remaining pests! They refuse the honorable course of surrender! Show no mercy!"
The main guns of the vehicles and Kalashnikovs were pointed at the last of the warriors. The Soviets didn't desire to wipe out the brave Mandalorians and in fact, the Commies had a begrudging respect for them.
"Well, this is it vode... We're going to be bantha burgers." Gono declared. "I'll see you on the other side."
"For once I agree with you." Taliya smiled at the Weequey.
But then an explosion was heard and both the Mandalorians and Soviets turned their heads to see the culprit.
It was Khomo with a rocket launcher.
"Alright you ori'jagyc! It's time to see show you how us Mando'a go down fighting!"
The Soviets begin to open fire at the leader of Clan Fett, ignoring their former prisoners and that was a mistake...The four other Mandalorians at once begin to spread out and cause destruction with Taliya using her Mandalorian Heavy Repeater, Gono his pistols, Ijaat used his rifle, and Oyyka utilized his Ryyk blades. Even some Imperials soldiers stopped running, turn and charged at the Soviet line.
Only with the Mandalorians and the Imperials who were left, remained fearless to the last. "May vi urcir tug'yc o'r kyr'am ner'vods. Ash'amur pirusti!" Khomo Fett uttered to them.
More and more Commies approached the line and begin to assault the last of the defenders .They were being sent into the slaughter, but even then, it was not just Khomo who arrived at the right time.
"By the Force!" An Imp shouted as he looked up: It was a squadron of Extinction-class bombers and there was a fleet.
The Soviets, on the other hand, received orders to disengage from any further 'demonstrations'.
"Attention comrades!" The voice of Zhukov shouted. "Our work here is done! Our NATO allies have already left and now, you may withdraw! Artillery will cover the retreat!"
The survivors didn't understand why they were left alone as the enemy turned around to withdraw, but it was a relief.
Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
10:26:15 ATC/ October 26th, 1968 - 19:00/7:00 PM
Nat waited to disembark from the transport that was carrying her, Quinn, and Vette to the planet while Jaesa remained behind on the ship to coordinate gunfire support if necessary.
The flyover showed scenes of destruction reminiscent of Corellia and other fronts but to have it occur here, on Korriban, ired the Imperials but Nat felt that while such a brazen act of desecration was unforgivable, it was also sending a loud and clear message of: 'This is how we feel about your attempt of annexation. While we didn't unleash our full weight, clearly we will not be pacified and are willing to fight to the end'.
"Charge!" The Wrath of the Empire ordered as she hopped off the transport, yet there was quiet as in nothing greeted them, not even a K'lor Slug.
It however didn't last as the remnants of the garrison began emerging, probably in shock and frightened by the new foe.
"My Lord!" A Private came out from behind a rock. "Thank goodness you're here!"
"Who's in charge here?"
"I guess I am and we're all that remains." A familiar voice from behind the Sith said depressingly. "Out of half a million troops, less than a hundred are still here. The majority of us are wounded, some severely I will add."
Avarice turned around and saw a Commando took off her helmet and wipe away sweat from her forehead. The Wrath noted that the dark copper-haired woman was about to shed tears and it wasn't a surprise to Nat that after a day like this, morale is at an all time low, yet the Sith sense that something else was bothering her friend.
"Is it okay I talk to you in private my Lord?" Kelrein professionally asked.
"You may speak freely Sergeant." Palatine smiled.
Sara look down and told Nat about her encounter. "Jake...Jake was here...On Korriban."
"What?" Nat whispered.
"He...He assaulted the shield complex that I was stationed at and the Americans took it within three hours."
Nathyrra was in fortress was one of the most secured fortifications in the Empire and yet within three hours, it has fallen.'Earth is even more dangerous than I thought.'
"He also..." Sara was about to weep. "Shot me."
Nat was taken aback by the news. She didn't expect this but then again today was full of unpleasantness.
"It was an accident since I was wearing my helmet."
Nat quickly interrupted her. "But still..." Palatine trailed, contemplating on how to phrase it. "You didn't deserve to be shot by your love interest."
"I know."Kelrein shook her head before putting her helmet back on."Let just show the Soviets the might of the Empire."
"Jaesa? I need some ships to target a concentration of enemy units, at least a battalion size element, at sector 691.9227"
"On it." The apprentice at once shouted to Piett. "Admiral! I need a firing solution! Orbital bombardment at sector 691.9227."
"At once my lord!" Maxius declared before ordering the crew to target the designated area with a firing solution.
"Engaging!" A gunner called out as the lasers from the batteries opened up.
The Soviets left behind couldn't do anything nor could they outrun the green bolts of doom from the Harrower-class Dreadnoughts and were assigned to their fates.
Their comrades on a mount overlooking the scene were terrified, yet were still willing to do their duty for the Motherland over sixty million lightyears away from this worthless rock. Worthless to all except the Sith and the Communist would soon learn that this rock was valuable to Imperial society exactly how Mother Russia was to them.
"Attention comrades! Your sacrifice will long be remembered back home on Earth!" Commissar Durosov proclaimed to his men. "We will be known as Heroes of the Soviet Union and as such, our families will be proud to proclaim that their fathers, sons, husbands, and nephews had honored the vision of Great Comrade Lenin! URA!"
"URA!"
Even in death, the Russians who were bombarded by the unrelenting barrage of lasers would defy the Empire and become cemented as a painful reminder of the determination of Planet Earth.
Wow...Just think about it...The Soviets just spread terror, destruction, and chaos on Korriban just like the Reds did on the Eastern Front during "The Great Patriotic War."
Cue Call of Duty: World at War soundtrack Blood and Iron theme ( www . youtube watch?v=7dncMeyiDvU ) Its perfect for this chapter.
The Empire will TRULY be sorry... First, it was the Americans, then the rest of NATO with Rommel killing Rakton, and now you have seen the MIGHT of Mother Russia herself as the Commies finished the job.
Yeah...I say the Dark Council is going to get the hint...Not to mention that ironically its similar to the Sith Genocide so I think even the Imperial populace will receive the message.
Now, depending on reviews for this chapter, I'll later make a side story showing more engagements between Mandalorians and the Warsaw Pact, but it is ultimately up to you.
Once again I would like to thank OfficerDonNZ, BraveSeeker3, Mandalore the Freedom, JSailer, and PaladinDelta for their assistance.
And I also would like readers to please check out Days of Fire by ghost company...Although his Earth takes place in the 21st Century and its set in the Clone Wars, the story is getting intense, to say the least...It had my interest and EAFD was partly inspired by it. Please check it out. Oh, and also please read the works of the other authors too. They'll appreciate it.
Up next is a special chapter regarding Tython...Special as in Mad Jack himself will appear to face the 'Imposters'...
FOR EARTH!
P.S I think I know how to honor the late Vietnam War veteran and U.S Senator John McCain in EARD...You'll just have to wait and see.