Takeover of Primoria
Line commander Garik Hashona looked out the forward viewport, taking in the view of the bow of his command vessel, along with two other ships in his own personal fleet. The Vendetta was a large ship for a private owner to have rather than a goverment, the ship being a modified Republic-class star destroyer, well over twenty years old, or in other words, obselete to what the current galatic goverments could field, but still very powerful and deadly in a confrontation. Right now the destroyer was the largest ship in a fleet that had just dropped out of hyperspace within the planetery system known to it's current owners as Primoria.
Garik had once been a proud inhabitant of the world, a governer residing over one of the many small cities that dot the surface of the planet. His town once had a population of some ten thousand, but he had ruled with what some would call an iron fist, his methods of discipline and punishment deemed too brutal by the cities neighboring his.
But his actions went ignored by the regional goverment, until one day when a riot had broken out downtown. A company of enforcers, his personal bodyguards and protectors, had taken up defense of the front gates, the focus of the rioters assault. At first stun grenades and flash bangs had been used to try and discourage the protestors, but when this was deemed ineffective, he had come out himself to try and calm them down with words.
His words had been met with a hail of fruits that had passed their expiration dates, one particulary gruesome and smelly fruit exploding against his nose, assailing his nostrils with rotted scent.
With his anger blinding his common sense, he had ordered his troops to open fire on the crowd. Three salvoes of blaster bolts had rung out into the night, and the crowd scattered, leaving the streets stained with the fruit and the blood of the dead and dying. Medical personnel from surrounding areas had come in to help, while a flood of refugees, people who now feared for their safety, poured out of the city and into nearby towns.
In one night, Varnshat had been reduced from a thriving city to a ghost town. The body count from the massacre had topped thirty five by the next day, with another hundred ten wounded. Investigators from the shocked regional goverment had come into town, and after numerous interviews and evidence gathering, had placed Garik under arrest along with twelve of his personal enforcers. The others were dismissed from their posts for being involved in the action.
A trial had been set up, with many of the survivors demaning his execution. However, not wanting to kill one of their own, and only wanting to rid themselves of this incident and of the people involved, when the guilty plea had been entered, he was simply exiled from the planet along with his personal bodyguards.
Now, two years later, he had returned, along with his remaining bodyguards. When they had left the planet, they had traveled throughout the unknown regions, pillaging those that they could, running from those who were stronger. They had also ventured into the known galaxy, taking what they could, being careful to avoid any of the ruling galatic goverments.
He had gathered a personal war fleet together, and had laid out his plans to his enforcers. They had agreed to take part in the revenge plot, and so now here he was, in his destroyer, an escort frigate and two aging gunships slicing into the planetery system, ready to take revenge against those who had outcast him.
Garik decided to start things off by destroying every space vessel and station in the region.
"Launch the I-7 Howlrunners and Y-wing snubfighters. Have them target the stations and satellites while we go after the bigger prey." he ordered. Disgorging from the hangar bay of this own vessel and of the nearby escort frigate, two squadrons of the small nimble fighters and five squadrons of the bigger more lumbering assault bombers headed out on their mission.
The Vendetta in the meantime would attack the largest vessel in his homeworld's defense navy, an old Rendili dreadnought. The vessel was ancient, and the planetery goverment could barely keep it maintained and in working condition. Her turbolasers and missile launchers were still powerful however, and could pose a significant threat for his other vessels.
"Stand off." ordered Garik to his escorting vessels, "Engage the in system traffic. We will deal with the dreadnought alone."
The engagement was over in a single pass as both vessel blasted away with their broadsides. In the third volley the dreadnought's shields had collapsed, and the heavy turbolasers onboard the Vendetta melted through the thick armour of the old battlewagon, disabling her engines and leaving her drifting dead in space. The star destroyer turned around and starting leaking teams of mercs aboard shuttles to capture her. Garik wanted to try her commander, the man who had sentenced him into exile, as well as another ship to add to his personal fleet.
In the meantime, a rain of metal was lighting up the planet's atmosphere as the satellites and space stations that weren't destroyed outright were sent flaming down into oblivion.
Commander Hashona smiled as the persecution continued. Soon, his plan of revenge would move on to phase two....
* * *
Imperial Junction
"Having secured the outlying systems, it is now time to move on. Our scouts have reported a good looking planet at this position. It is well settled, and would prove beneficial to our plans of expansion. The Bream is on her way to a point just outside the system to launch viper probots. After the system is scouted, we will make our plans to move in accordingly." said Commodore Huey, looking at the other commanders scattered around the holotable.
A map of the nearby galaxy showed mostly blanks, as most of the unknown regions was still unexplored. However, a few systems showed up, including the system that they were in, as well as that of Koornacht cluster. Also, Subaria was another nitch filled in, with Mendrosia not too far away from that one as well.
None of the commanders disagreed with Huey. They too had tired of all the patrolling and waiting that had been needed to ensure that no more remnants of the enemy bandit fleet had remained, and were eager to begin exploring and hunting again....
Line commander Garik Hashona looked out the forward viewport, taking in the view of the bow of his command vessel, along with two other ships in his own personal fleet. The Vendetta was a large ship for a private owner to have rather than a goverment, the ship being a modified Republic-class star destroyer, well over twenty years old, or in other words, obselete to what the current galatic goverments could field, but still very powerful and deadly in a confrontation. Right now the destroyer was the largest ship in a fleet that had just dropped out of hyperspace within the planetery system known to it's current owners as Primoria.
Garik had once been a proud inhabitant of the world, a governer residing over one of the many small cities that dot the surface of the planet. His town once had a population of some ten thousand, but he had ruled with what some would call an iron fist, his methods of discipline and punishment deemed too brutal by the cities neighboring his.
But his actions went ignored by the regional goverment, until one day when a riot had broken out downtown. A company of enforcers, his personal bodyguards and protectors, had taken up defense of the front gates, the focus of the rioters assault. At first stun grenades and flash bangs had been used to try and discourage the protestors, but when this was deemed ineffective, he had come out himself to try and calm them down with words.
His words had been met with a hail of fruits that had passed their expiration dates, one particulary gruesome and smelly fruit exploding against his nose, assailing his nostrils with rotted scent.
With his anger blinding his common sense, he had ordered his troops to open fire on the crowd. Three salvoes of blaster bolts had rung out into the night, and the crowd scattered, leaving the streets stained with the fruit and the blood of the dead and dying. Medical personnel from surrounding areas had come in to help, while a flood of refugees, people who now feared for their safety, poured out of the city and into nearby towns.
In one night, Varnshat had been reduced from a thriving city to a ghost town. The body count from the massacre had topped thirty five by the next day, with another hundred ten wounded. Investigators from the shocked regional goverment had come into town, and after numerous interviews and evidence gathering, had placed Garik under arrest along with twelve of his personal enforcers. The others were dismissed from their posts for being involved in the action.
A trial had been set up, with many of the survivors demaning his execution. However, not wanting to kill one of their own, and only wanting to rid themselves of this incident and of the people involved, when the guilty plea had been entered, he was simply exiled from the planet along with his personal bodyguards.
Now, two years later, he had returned, along with his remaining bodyguards. When they had left the planet, they had traveled throughout the unknown regions, pillaging those that they could, running from those who were stronger. They had also ventured into the known galaxy, taking what they could, being careful to avoid any of the ruling galatic goverments.
He had gathered a personal war fleet together, and had laid out his plans to his enforcers. They had agreed to take part in the revenge plot, and so now here he was, in his destroyer, an escort frigate and two aging gunships slicing into the planetery system, ready to take revenge against those who had outcast him.
Garik decided to start things off by destroying every space vessel and station in the region.
"Launch the I-7 Howlrunners and Y-wing snubfighters. Have them target the stations and satellites while we go after the bigger prey." he ordered. Disgorging from the hangar bay of this own vessel and of the nearby escort frigate, two squadrons of the small nimble fighters and five squadrons of the bigger more lumbering assault bombers headed out on their mission.
The Vendetta in the meantime would attack the largest vessel in his homeworld's defense navy, an old Rendili dreadnought. The vessel was ancient, and the planetery goverment could barely keep it maintained and in working condition. Her turbolasers and missile launchers were still powerful however, and could pose a significant threat for his other vessels.
"Stand off." ordered Garik to his escorting vessels, "Engage the in system traffic. We will deal with the dreadnought alone."
The engagement was over in a single pass as both vessel blasted away with their broadsides. In the third volley the dreadnought's shields had collapsed, and the heavy turbolasers onboard the Vendetta melted through the thick armour of the old battlewagon, disabling her engines and leaving her drifting dead in space. The star destroyer turned around and starting leaking teams of mercs aboard shuttles to capture her. Garik wanted to try her commander, the man who had sentenced him into exile, as well as another ship to add to his personal fleet.
In the meantime, a rain of metal was lighting up the planet's atmosphere as the satellites and space stations that weren't destroyed outright were sent flaming down into oblivion.
Commander Hashona smiled as the persecution continued. Soon, his plan of revenge would move on to phase two....
* * *
Imperial Junction
"Having secured the outlying systems, it is now time to move on. Our scouts have reported a good looking planet at this position. It is well settled, and would prove beneficial to our plans of expansion. The Bream is on her way to a point just outside the system to launch viper probots. After the system is scouted, we will make our plans to move in accordingly." said Commodore Huey, looking at the other commanders scattered around the holotable.
A map of the nearby galaxy showed mostly blanks, as most of the unknown regions was still unexplored. However, a few systems showed up, including the system that they were in, as well as that of Koornacht cluster. Also, Subaria was another nitch filled in, with Mendrosia not too far away from that one as well.
None of the commanders disagreed with Huey. They too had tired of all the patrolling and waiting that had been needed to ensure that no more remnants of the enemy bandit fleet had remained, and were eager to begin exploring and hunting again....
