Borleias
The speeders moved quickly towards their destination, weaving in and out of trees as they did so. General Tirhan Sennacherib checked his chrono; they were running a few minutes behind. If there was one thing he hated, it was a lack of punctuality, and these corporate employees weren't doing so hot in that area.
And then they emerged from the trees into a wide, clear-cut field filled with obstacles and targets. The speeders weaved through the area, paying them no mind. The general, though, looked at each with great interest. If these new tanks he was ordering could navigate this field, they were a heck of a lot better than an AT-ST. A heck of a lot better.
By the time the speeders cleared the obstacle course, they were five standard minutes behind schedule. But that didn't seem to matter to the corporation producing these vehicles. Sennacherib sighed. He'd have to bear with it for the time being.
As the speeders slowed, he hopped out and approached the head corporation rep. "So, what have we got here?" he asked.
"Ah, General Sennacherib. Good to see you," the man replied. "Well, you've read the general specs on the Skorpion. I'm here to show you what it can do."
"Let's see it then," said the general, walking to the green-colored vehicle. "I assume the color can be easily changed based on the terrain?"
"Of course. We use this color as standard, but with a small bit of work they can be refitted for snow, arid, and desert terrain. Now, if you'll climb into the gunner's seat..."
When everyone was in place, the pilot began moving the vehicle forward. He continued his sales pitch as he did. "The vehicle can achieve a maximum speed of 95 kilometers per hour on flat, open terrain. We'll be moving slower today in order to give an accurate demonstration of the vehicle's abilities. Note the first target on the left. The main gun will take care of that."
After a brief pause, Sennacherib heard the Phoenix gun fire and watched as the target simply disappeared. "Three more targets on the right." A string of shots, rapid-fire, and the three targets disintegrated.
"Infantry on either side. The E-webs will eliminate them." Blaster-fire sounded from both sides of the craft, and the targets were riddled with holes.
"Now for the actual obstacles." The Skorpion navigated the field with ease, going over some obstacles and around others. The vehicle even managed to travel up a seventy-degree slope with no difficulty. Sennacherib was extraordinarily impressed. The craft had its deficiencies, to be sure - it lacked the grenade launcher of the AT-ST, and it had its weak points - but overall it was a much better machine.
The final tests were a series of laser cannons and blasters lined up to test the armor of the vehicle. Not one shot penetrated the armor, though a few of the heavier cannons rocked the vehicle some. Considering the ease with which an AT-ST could be brought down, though, the Skorpion was worth the cost.
When the tests were over, Sennacharib ordered enough to supply half a regiment of armor. They would be useful in the upcoming battles.
The speeders moved quickly towards their destination, weaving in and out of trees as they did so. General Tirhan Sennacherib checked his chrono; they were running a few minutes behind. If there was one thing he hated, it was a lack of punctuality, and these corporate employees weren't doing so hot in that area.
And then they emerged from the trees into a wide, clear-cut field filled with obstacles and targets. The speeders weaved through the area, paying them no mind. The general, though, looked at each with great interest. If these new tanks he was ordering could navigate this field, they were a heck of a lot better than an AT-ST. A heck of a lot better.
By the time the speeders cleared the obstacle course, they were five standard minutes behind schedule. But that didn't seem to matter to the corporation producing these vehicles. Sennacherib sighed. He'd have to bear with it for the time being.
As the speeders slowed, he hopped out and approached the head corporation rep. "So, what have we got here?" he asked.
"Ah, General Sennacherib. Good to see you," the man replied. "Well, you've read the general specs on the Skorpion. I'm here to show you what it can do."
"Let's see it then," said the general, walking to the green-colored vehicle. "I assume the color can be easily changed based on the terrain?"
"Of course. We use this color as standard, but with a small bit of work they can be refitted for snow, arid, and desert terrain. Now, if you'll climb into the gunner's seat..."
When everyone was in place, the pilot began moving the vehicle forward. He continued his sales pitch as he did. "The vehicle can achieve a maximum speed of 95 kilometers per hour on flat, open terrain. We'll be moving slower today in order to give an accurate demonstration of the vehicle's abilities. Note the first target on the left. The main gun will take care of that."
After a brief pause, Sennacherib heard the Phoenix gun fire and watched as the target simply disappeared. "Three more targets on the right." A string of shots, rapid-fire, and the three targets disintegrated.
"Infantry on either side. The E-webs will eliminate them." Blaster-fire sounded from both sides of the craft, and the targets were riddled with holes.
"Now for the actual obstacles." The Skorpion navigated the field with ease, going over some obstacles and around others. The vehicle even managed to travel up a seventy-degree slope with no difficulty. Sennacherib was extraordinarily impressed. The craft had its deficiencies, to be sure - it lacked the grenade launcher of the AT-ST, and it had its weak points - but overall it was a much better machine.
The final tests were a series of laser cannons and blasters lined up to test the armor of the vehicle. Not one shot penetrated the armor, though a few of the heavier cannons rocked the vehicle some. Considering the ease with which an AT-ST could be brought down, though, the Skorpion was worth the cost.
When the tests were over, Sennacharib ordered enough to supply half a regiment of armor. They would be useful in the upcoming battles.