Hoth
Planetside

The cinders of the mighty Death Star's explosion and debris had nearly pelted the great shields established for just such an instance. Some of the vicious pieces managed to break through and smack into the snowy white blanket that encompassed the planet, but casualties were nill thanks to the many bases there, and where the persons had taken cover.

Defenses had been re-raised in the instance of the Imperial strike on the planetside itself. They may have the fleet advantage, but they would be damned if they got the ground advantage.

1 Min before Death Star Explosion
The section had been locked down. No one had told them. It was just them now. The Tholatin and GDI diplomatic group with a few Dark Troopers, locked in the Diplomatic level of the Death Star, no knowledge of the leak, no knowledge of the countless acts of bravery and loyalty being enacted around them. Their only concern, destroying the Death Star from the inside out...

"Ryly, Ive got a line!"
His words barely audable above the laser blasts of the dark troopers over the GDI droidika

"A line to where?"

"I think its the bridge sir... I dont know whats going on but it doesnt sound.." Suddenly he winced, again and again"..Sir, I believe the stations being invaded, I just heard blaster shots in the bridge, then nothing."

The head Tholatin diplomat smiled briefly
"Carry on men! Our victory is at.."

At that moment the death star exploded and their world almost ended... almost...

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The compartment had been sealed, airlocks were weird things, the door to the quarters they had been using as a temporary HQ had suddenly locked shut, but not before the GDI forces had appearently been sucked out.

Ryly came to a sudden conclusion, he couldnt move his arms or legs, he tried to lift his head up to see what horrific scene he could, but he couldnt move his head either, and what the hell was that annoying whistle sound?
Using all the muscle he had he pushed himself to his knees, god good he still had knees, and after that great piece of info he noticed something quite weird... he was on the wall. And what the hell was that damndable whistle??
Across the room he could see his commander yelling to him, at least he thought he was yelling, he could barely hear him.

"Centerfugal forc....explosi.....air leaking......"

[i]He didnt understand what was going on, an air leak? was that the whistle? The commander started to hyperventalate, Ryly tried to rush over to help him but he waved him off and urged him to do the same. He didnt know what was going on, he was just a diplomat, he was scared, and then suddenly everything picked up a whole new curve when everything went black and white. He didnt know where the others where, they seemed to be gone...
Just then he realized where the whistle was coming from, there was a whole in the side of the wall. And as he watched, his commanding officer crawled into a little ball and leapt through it. He couldnt believe his eyes, just then he gained tunnel vision. Visions of basic training shot through his head. In space heat dissapates slowly, its the actual coldness itself that gets you. A person can survive unprotected in space for close to 10 seconds without being too far gone. Best to take ones chances of being saved in the darkness of space then die a painful death in here. He clutched his knees to his chest, took a deep hyperventalated breath, closed his eyes and rolled out the cabin. When the cold hit him he burst into an uncontrolable scream before dying...

Hoth System

[i]For those onboard the Death Star, the workers who had strived for years to build the behomoth and then to make it operational, death came quickly.

One of the workers, knowing it was to late, watched in fascinated awe as the massive vessel began to tremble. Then it exploded, showering the surrounding area with molten-hot plamsa. The worker felt a blast of heat, and then warring factions and enemy battleships were no longer his concern.

Those that had escaped, in escape pods or shuttles, saw the station explode and starred in mute awe as the explosion lit the sky, an expanding ball of fire.

The escape pods, to close to the station, were enveloped in the flames and crushed. The few shuttles and starfighters that found passage from the doomed station went next, hit by the shockwave and tossed about like a cork caught in the ocean current of Mon Calamari.

On the finrges of this expanding shockwave was an Imperial Star Destroyer. The Captain, in a last effort to save his command, raised shields against the storm. Some gunners even began to spray turbolaser fire at the storm, to no aval. The ship was torn apart, metalwork and debris floating away from the twisted hulk of what had, moments ago, been a proud battleship.

On the edges of the battlefield, where the Rogue Imperial and New Order fleets waited, radiation assaulted the warships in a never-ending torrent of invisible rays.

Then, as quickly as it had appeared, the storm was past, and the sky cleared to show the fires burning on Hoth's icey surface, a sharp contrast to the snow that covered that world.