Marshal of the Soviet Union Ivan Stepanovich Konev - Commander in Chief of Warsaw Pact and Communist Forces
Aboard the RNSPerseverance- Valor-class Cruiser: In orbit over Korriban - Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 05:00/5:00 AM
"Now the final stage of Operation: Mars will commence and the Empire will learn that our societies are 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 the KGB and GRU alike says that there are no civilians on that deplorable 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."
Eisenhower didn't exactly trust Konev, but neither did the Soviet, yet there was a mutual respect between the American and the Communist. They both oversaw men against the Third Reich in the Second World War and only circumstances brought them together again against another fascist faction known as the 'Sith Empire'. Turning a blind eye to actions intended to be committed by factions of the multinational coalition was no easy decision since this galaxy had sustained multifarious atrocities committed by the Sith as well as their disciples and their actions were reminiscent to those that were inflicted from 1937 - 1945, it could even be comparable with not only what came to pass in the drive towards Moscow but those inflicted across mainland China, Indochina, and the Pacific by the Imperial Japanese.
Needless to say, if the particulars regarding the Sith were true then perhaps the theocratic lords and their potentate only understood chaos and bloodshed but as Eisenhower swallowed and acquiesced to the various demands from Saudi Arabians to execute 'witches' upon capture to, well, Papa Doc François Duvalier was not exactly a humanitarian ruler and the eccentric dictator of Haiti who took up the persona of being the incarnation of the mythical voodoo overlord Baron Samedi was unnervingly curious about the 'dark side' but regardless of their agenda Ike had made it explicitly clear that his turning a blind eye to such actions was only grudgingly and under protest as unfortunately Ike needed to hold this still fragile alliance of different nationalities and values together. It was ironic how many signatories of the quixotic United Nations Charter just flat-out ignored it and as long as he was overseeing things he would be damned if those affiliated with the North Atlantic Treaty Organization fell to such reprehensible levels.
"Very well Ivan..." Ike 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 force afterwards and of course Edwin Walker still maintained the conspiracy theory that a Communist-led United Nations Army would be taking American sovereignty by force and annex it into a One-World Government, thereby forming the dreaded New World Order. Needless to say, Eisenhower was in a bind and just like during the Second World War he would have to deal with the squabbling. 'Sending a message is an excuse. The Politburo in Moscow just want insurance for carte blanche war crimes as if this was the Eastern Front all over again.' "I pity those that the wizards regard as expendable." Ike relented. "But let me make this clear: This is your undertaking and like I said to King Saud and President Duvalier I won't clean up after your mess. You'll likely need to explain yourself to Mister Narasimhan as well."
"Understood Eagle Three." Bear nodded as he got up from the chair. "But regardless: Red Dawn is a go."
Ryadovóy (Private) Kolya Savin - Third Squad, Second Platoon, First Company, Fourth Battalion, 248th Guards Unechskiy Motor Rifle Regiment, 10th Guards Tank Division, 3rd "Red Banner" Combined Arms Army, Soviet Army
Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 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 more or less ineffective since the purpose-built AA batteries were taken down earlier by the American 'wild weasels' as well as special operation forces on the ground.
"Up into the unremitting battle, comrades, for our great country, for the exploited workers and peasants under the Imperial yoke: Not one step back!"The Commissar, Pavel Belkin, roared as he spoke to the man about to engage the enemy for the first time, an enemy reminiscent of those their fathers before them had faced and their mothers endured as they stormed through the Soviet Union in the Summer of '41. "Cowards and traitors will be shot!" Belkin, added as he warned the soldiers of the punishment for failure. "Do not count days, do not count kilometers, 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 Soviet Socialist 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.
"FOR THE MOTHERLAND!"
Savin hopped off the Hind as quickly as possible and noticed how under the cover of guns and rockets as well as aircraft and attack helicopters his brave comrades of the Third Shock Army after making a breakthrough pushed forward with their BMPs, T-55s, T-62s, T-64s, and Motorized Infantry as they unleashed hell on the Imps with the deep battle doctrine, one that was previously designed for a conventional World War Three and flexible enough that it could be supplemented with nuclear, biological, or chemical weapons but on this day the Warsaw Pact was purely combined arms.
"Remember comrades! Show no mercy!" Belkin reminded the detachment 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!" Belkin 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 began to burn, with the survivors hopping out with those that did escape the inferno were cut down by RPK fire from a squad of the elite Soviet Airborne Infantry, their trademark light-blue berets clearly visible with some of the blue-and-white striped telnyashka appearing outside of their battledress as well.
"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."
Mladshy serzhant(Junior Sergeant) Grigori Belinsky - Third Platoon, Third Company, 61st Guards Sverdlovsk-L'vov Tank Regiment, 10th Guards Tank Division, 3rd "Red Banner" Combined Arms Army, Soviet Army
Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 07:30/ 7:30 AM
"Brave comrades of the mighty, all-powerful, experienced Third Shock Army. Today we'll lay waste to the Imperial line! Continue pushing forward past the ridge!"
"Grigori, ready the flamethrower."
Grigori grinned at his old friend Kostya Federoff 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 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 Soviet infantry following the tanks on foot cut down any survivors that remained behind and it was just one of many massacres that occurred courtesy of the Eastern Bloc.
Grigori even witnessed KGB troops lining up Imperials against a wall from a destroyed emplacement and unleashing 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 even more miserable than Hitler goons!"
"I couldn't agree more, Kostya."
The T-64s continued 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!" Grigori laughed as he ran over an Imperial scout.
"Bring down those towers!" Kostya shouted and the Russian tank crews did as they were asked, obliterating the towers to dust with the main guns. "Ha ha! Dasvidaniya Fascist dogs! Excellent work, Grigori!"
"Why thank you, Kostya." 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 Imperial communications and if the enemy wished to request assistance they would have to use smoke signals instead.
"Good work, Grigori, there will be no cry for reinforcements! Enough talk. We must rejoin our comrades and push forward to the ridge!"
Corporal Stegin Yosh - Fireteam Three, Third Squad, Forn Company, Second Battalion, Third Korriban Brigade, Korriban Garrison, Imperial Army
Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 7:45 / 7:45 AM
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 managed 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 decided 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 the 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.
Mladshy serzhant(Junior Sergeant) Grigori Belinsky - Third Platoon, Third Company, 61st Guards Sverdlovsk-L'vov Tank Regiment, 10th Guards Tank Division, 3rd "Red Banner" Combined Arms Army, Soviet Army
Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 8:00 / 8:00 AM
"This is fun!" Grigori 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." Kostya snickered as the only good fascist was a dead one.
"Attention Comrades! Be advised that the fascists 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!"
Grigori ignored the conversation and continued with his duty but he felt as if their tank was being lifted off the ground.
"Der'mo!" Kostya cursed.
"Comrades! Engage and squash the accursed centipede!"
Grigori 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 man being ripped apart were heard throughout the unit, sending shockwaves and admittedly: something caught Kostya's eyes.
"GRIGORI! USE THE FLAMETHROWER! BURN THE PESTS!"
Grigori saw multiple yet smaller worms bearing down upon the platoon and they already demolished one of the tanks.
"Comrades! Fire at will!"
The Soviets unleashed their machine guns, 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 moved 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!"
Yefreytor (Private First Class) Nikifor Borisov - Third Squad, Second Platoon, Second Company, Second Battalion, 459th Motorized Rifle Regiment, Third Brigade, 29th Rifle Division, 40th Army Corps, Soviet Army
Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 8:00 / 8:00 AM
'I suppose it is only fitting that my first name means victory-bearer.' Nikifor thought with minor amusement as he and his squad prepared to annihilate the enemy who were making their last stand.
His father Fyodor stormed the Reichstag and watched as the red banner flew overhead. It was a glorious site and Nikifor hoped that one day perhaps he could bear witness to seeing the Soviet flag fly over the Imperial Citadel on Dromund Kaas but the young, faithful Marxist knew that it was a long road ahead and the journey to victory had barely begun yet only a few Imperials remained unscathed from the wrath of the screaming Red horde barreling towards them and now was the time to hunt down the elusive rats and finish them off one by one until not one of those zealots remained!
"On your feet!" The Commissar barked before issuing his directive."On the Sith's sacred planet, a barrage of Katyusha rockets will tear the tombs to pieces. With your bullets... with your bayonets... with your bare hands... do the same to their wretched soldiers!"
"Charge!" The Sergeant, Volodya Morein, ordered.
"URA!"
"Keep moving! Keep moving!"
"Move up with the tanks!"
"Use them for cover!" Morein 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!"
An ethnic Kirghiz kicked open the door to an Imperial barrack nearby and Nikifor was not far behind as he was the third one in and the still youthful conscript noticed that fifteen of the enemy were cowering in fear, pleading for their lives as more of his comrades arrived.
"Kriff!" One the Imperial cursed before pleading. "By the Force we surrender! Mercy! Mercy!"
"There will be no mercy for 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 were already aiming at them, others used the opportunity to escape, but not for long as they would inevitably be dispatched as well.
"They are running!" Chaban pointed out.
"Of course, Chaban! 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!" Morein cried.
"Comrade Morein? Take a squad and annihilate the trash."
Volodya nodded. "Borisov? Chaban!? With me!"
"They have set up defenses in the building!" Chaban pointed out.
"Machine Gun! Stay in cover! Borisov, find a better position upstairs in the building!"
Borisov 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!"
Borisov and his comrades sprayed lead onto the Fascists who were wounded or unscathed from the detonation and although 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.
"Move forward, Comrades!" The Commissar urged.
"This way!" Morein shouted. "Into the building! Upstairs!"
"Sergeant!" Chaban 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. Although they were 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 proceeded to execute the Imperial soldiers, but one miraculously survived the summary execution.
"By the Force! I beg you!"
A Red Army Soldier drew a Tokarev TT-33 and shot the lone Imperial in the head while outside a Red Army tank also began moving towards a wall to batter it down.
"How are we to move forward?"
"Ha!" Morein laughed. "Brute force, Chaban, 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!" Morein barked. "The foolish rats will perish!"
However, a T-55 already took care of the problem with its main gun.
"Comrades! Look at the sight, behold this glorious view!" Morein 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 - Near the Planet of Tatooine,
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 10:00/10:00 AM
Nathrrya was standing 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 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 for an invasion entirely, yet the diplomatic fiasco with the revelation of espionage arguably forced the Empire's hands as did the tradition of conquest.
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 fighters.' That had been obvious to her as the flight of F-110 Spectres that had escorted her Fury in was near their stalling speed just keeping up with her much slower vessel which was subsonic in the atmosphere, their attack planes and most bombers may be subsonic as well but the fighters purposely manufactured to fight in the skies should not be discounted and overlooked in the slightest. She had been running simulations with the limited information available on the best approaches to counteract the new threat but
"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 fired their slugthrowers at the overseer, yet Tremel got back up and threw his lightsaber, taking out the squad.
"Tremel! Behind you!" Nathrrya yelled a desperate warning as another one of the unknowns crept up behind the Overseer and used his entrenching tool to behead the Sith. Tremel's decapitated head fell then the outsider picked up his head and shouted in broken Basic to everyone in the room.
"Workers of the World and the Universe, Unite!" 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 wants Earth so badly, let them invade it themselves!"
The Admiral snapped off a salute, acknowledging the command without a 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 heading towards the Sol System in the 'Milky Way'.
Commissar Viktor Durasov - Second Platoon, First Company, Fourth Battalion, 257th Motorized Infantry Regiment, First Brigade, 29th Rifle Division, 40th Army Corps, Soviet Army
Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 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. "Fuel for flames is valuable, comrade, unlike you. Keep moving."
The conscript gulped and nodded his head in the 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 opened 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 creep up to the Sith as he was 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 Alek picked up the detached head.
"Ura! Ura! Ura!" Chanted the survivors. It was a great day for the Motherland.
"Workers of the World and the Universe, Unite!"
Khomo Fett - Head of Mandalorian Clan Fett
Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 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 landed on Korriban to assist their Imperial allies against a new and unknown foe, a welcomed prospect for the warriors.
"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 was still fighting defenders on the other side of the planet and it would be a week at the very least before the Pubs could overwhelm the Imps on the other side of the planet. "It's been too long since I've had a 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 shouted as he noticed primitive slugs were 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 had ever witnessed in the atmosphere, their particularly sleek design flew as naturally as the cherished jai'galaar with the chieftain of Clan Fett now wishing 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 its 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 couldn'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.
Khomo Fett - Head of Mandalorian Clan Fett
Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 11:15/11:15 AM
"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 lay ahead.
Only about five thousand seven hundred and six Imperial 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 amongst the survivors but a cluster of twenty Imperials and even a decemvirate of Mandalorians were torn to shreds by a large artillery shell that hit their position, a shell Khomo estimated to be at least a three hundred millimeter with another following, a bombardment that seemed endless, nevermind the barrage of rockets.
This army before them was heavy on artillery, a number Khomo had never encountered before in battle or even read in the history of the Mandalorians and the chieftain 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"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 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.
''Ivan' is no joke.' The Sergeant realized that the history books she read on Earth weren't exaggerating in the slightest about the Soviet Army's ability to cause terror during their rampage throughout the Eastern Front of Earth's Second World War nor their enthusiasm for artillery with each Soviet Division possessing an above-average allotment of field guns and she could still remember Burkhart's recollection of his concerns over a possible transfer to East while occupying Denmark which never transpired even in the closing months of that conflict as they stormed through Pomerania and East Prussia but it was little wonder why the 'Russian Steamroller' was feared.
The redhead was afraid that she was not going to survive her encounter with the Communist horde as the numbers were just too overwhelming as they have at least six divisions facing them and Kelrein believed even Clan Fett was only delaying the inevitable with the Mandalorians destined to 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 trapped in a Tatooine wadi.
Sara was prepared to give her life for the Empire but even she never imagined that this was how her life would be cut short all courtesy of a bunch of supposed 'primitives' that in actuality may know the meaning of war.
Serzhánt (Sergeant) Volodya Morein - Third Platoon, Second Company, Second Battalion, 598th Rifle Regiment, 207th Motorised Rifle Division, 3rd "Red Banner" Combined Arms Army, Soviet Army
Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 11:15/11:15 AM
"Attention comrades! Sons of the Motherland!" The voice of Great Comrade Konev ranged 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 but while they may run, 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 our homeland! For Mother Russia! For the workers of 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 unarmed adversary pleaded but mercy was not granted to the man as Serensky fired a burst of 7.62x39mm into his leg.
"Arrgghhh!"
"Finish him off!" Morein ordered.
"At once comrade Sergeant." The conscript smiled before tossing a grenade and the detachment of Russians witnessed the Imperial's brain matter and organs being scattered around the desert landscape.
"Now that's what I call a mess!"
Laughter spread throughout the ranks as the Red Wave continued spreading carnage and terror around Korriban.
Khomo Fett - Head of Mandalorian Clan Fett
Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 13:15/1:15 PM
"KANDOSII'LA!" Khomo cried out as he twisted 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 finished 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 severe dents left by the slugthrowers wielded by the enemy, and his face was bruised due to being forced to remove his helmet because of the damage.
"URA!" A Soviet soldier cried out as he opened fire at the Clan Leader with his AK. Khomo grunted in pain as he felt the armor barely stop the few bullets that struck and he noticed the potency 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, and then there were their marksmen who were picking off his warriors, something which caused Khomo to scrutinize every crevice out of caution.
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 warriors, 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 were slaughtered and some of their transport vehicles 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 as they were being whittled away. "Blasted damn Imperials!" They were supposed to be their backup as was planned.
But the Soviets wrecked that part. Khomo and his Clan had 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 self-propelled anti-aircraft guns that were always close-by for support, forcing the Mandalorians to fight purely on the ground less they risked getting shot down if using their jetpacks.
Khomo grunted as he finished 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 much longer.' 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!
There 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 and his Clan continued to kill, they didn't stop or surrender.
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 charging into the face of death.
He admired them for it, this encounter felt reminiscent of earlier times but Khomo also despised the fact that their weaponry held the potential to dent or - depending on the caliber and the exact type of round fired - even perforate the personal armor of the clansmen like a hot knife through butter which of course meant slug wounds and Khomo presently speculated that it may be due to their discrete concoction of gunpowder or the ballistics of certain projectiles, maybe some combination of the two but he was not a scientist and besides the Soviets paid dearly as they would learn dearly that engaging Mandalorians in close-quarters was a nightmare.
"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 a shoulder-launched anti-tank rocket launcher fired at Khomo but instead of punching through his armor and making mincemeat 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 much as he could have flown away to evade the main gun of the incoming tanks and then strike with the missile from above, Khomo's jetpack was damaged earlier by the flak cannons which annihilated 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 approached where Khomo was surrounded, but not quite outgunned. The warrior aimed his acquired rocket launcher once more at the nearest tank before picking up an RPD but despite his ambivalence 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 there anyone else out there?" Khomo asked as he blasted 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 as many of them as we could. But they finally pushed us back, Han and I was 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 that they were outsiders and taught Khomo a lesson: He had bit more than he could chew and in addition the small numbers, mournfully not even beskar'gam alone could help them as there were weapons capable of perforating it from snipers on up whereas the normal grunts just only dented them after bursts of automatic fire.
"To anyone still alive." Khomo began, lamenting the defeat, but he knew that the decision had 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"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 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 RNSPerseverance- Valor-class Cruiser: In orbit over Korriban - Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 18:00 / 6:00 PM
"We've got company and a lot of trouble!" The Republic 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."
Heinrici gazed out the viewport at the advancing Imperial fleet and he knew that there would be no time to make a proper defense with the personnel allocated for what was otherwise a large-scale raid, especially against the inbound onslaught and even if by some miracle they did had the fortifications the price for holding Korriban hostage would not be worth it in the slightest. The master of defense hoped that the withdrawal of their troops would be unhampered despite the arrival of enemy relief forces. "I would be less worried about where this armada has come from and more about where it has been going." Turning to Konev 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 some differences made her one of a kind. "Normally she's parked in orbit around Axxila and doesn't move as much as a millimeter but there's only one person in the entire Empire who'd be capable of getting the Accuser as their personal flagship: Darth Avarice, the Empire's Wrath."
Darth Avarice / Nathrrya Therin- Palatine - The Empire's Wrath
Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 18:10 / 6:10 PM
"Well done, Admiral, forty-five Republic ships mission killed or destroyed with the rest fled." She was happy with the almost thorough 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 wampa herders from Moscow and disciples of Karl Marx 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 the contingent from Clan Fett is being annihilated by the Red Army."
"Why doesn't anyone listen to me?" She muttered.
"My Lord?"
"Nothing Sergeant."
Taliya Fett - Clan Fett
Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 18:30 / 6:30 PM
Taliya was getting more and more annoyed by these stubborn fighters. The soldiers were ruthless who executed wounded Imperials and shot those running in the back.
The Mandalorians could be incredibly ruthless and these Russians proved to have a similar mindset as they rampaged through Korriban and shooting anyone wearing the emblem of the Empire, nevermind the unexpected effectiveness of their armaments could pose 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 this 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 fifty Mandalorians, only four remained.
Or that's what they thought as the tanks, BMPs, and infantry came to a halt.
"Attention brave, valiant 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 liar! You have us shoot as you had them."
The Commissar ignored her. "We are neither monsters nor barbarians like the Sith. We want to bring peace to the galaxy as well as liberate the proletariat 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 like these 'Darths' before them! 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 developed 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 Imperial soldiers stopped running, turned, 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 began 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 Konev 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 if 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 take 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 was at an all-time low, yet the Sith sensed that something else was bothering her friend.
"Is it okay if I talk to you in private, my Lord?" Kelrein professionally asked.
"You may speak freely Sergeant." Palatine smiled.
Sara looked 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 unnerved as the fortress was one of the most secured fortifications in the Empire and yet within three hours, it had 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 Willsaam - Apprentice to Darth Avarice
Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
10:26:15 ATC/ October 26th, 1968 - 19:15/7:15 PM
"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 and relayed the coordinates. "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.
Korriban, Horuset System, Sith Worlds, Imperial Space, Outer Rim Territories, "The Galaxy"
10:26:15 ATC/ October 26th, 1968 - 19:20/7:20 PM
Although their comrades on a mount overlooking the scene were terrified by the scene, they were still willing to do their duty for the Motherland two hundred and twelve million lightyears away from this worthless rock in this slice of the universe, a spiral galaxy that was until recently after first contact only previously known in history as being 'discovered' on June 27th, 1835 by English astronomer John Herschel - the Condor Galaxy - but the various civilizations revealed to be native to what was also known on Earth as NGC 6872; natives which included those affiliated with the Galactic Republic or Sith Empire had always simply referred to it as 'The Galaxy' as they did not know of it by any other name.
However this particular planet in the Condor Galaxy of course was only worthless to all except for the Sith and the Communists 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, uncles, 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 those loyal to their respective nations and residencies on the planet of Earth.