Two Hours Ago...

"Executor..." a young Lieutenant started as he opened the large metallic door of the small military conference room that Michael Bradford had been assigned.

"Yes, Lieutenant?" Michael started as he stood, putting one hand on his hip, and running the other through his brown-grey hair, something that he did frequently when he was nervous.

"It's time." The words sent chills down his very spine. It's Time.... Those initial words essentially ment the signing of a death warrent dor several Jutraalian Officers, Troopers, and Marines. But they were ready. Ready to fight for the glory of the Jutraalian Empire.

Emperor Fearsons' orders were simple. Secure the city housing the Galactic Defense Initiative's PDSA, and secure the city as a staging point for further ground attacks on the planet. Then, await further instruction.

"You heard him boys!" the Executor started as he picked up a large, navy blue bag of supplies, tossing it over his sholder. "Let's move out." With a simpel hand gesture, the Jutraalian Marine Corps, followed closely by several Troopers, and activated War Droids headed to the Docking Bay of the Jutraalian-Class Star Destroyer Disruptor.



"Transports loaded on all Jutraalian Vessels. All troopers accounted for, Executor. Landing procedure activated."

The Executor nodded his head, fully suited in battle armor next to several hundred Jutraalian Marines as the engines of the Transports sparked, and came to life, lifting the craft into a slight hover above the cold metallic floor of the Docking Bay. Michael slowly lifted a small battle-class communicatiosn link, specially designed for compactness to his lips.

"Attention All Troopers, this is Military Executor Bradford. I can't promise you that you'll all come home tonight, and make sweet, passionate love to your wives. I can't promise you that you'll head out to the fields, and bet your little Nerf's and Bantha's anymore. This is War. We have seen the Enemy, and we will defeat him. Just think back to the times when we lived in peace, justice, and prosperity. Think of when you were stepping in Bantha shi t in your backwards, and know how good it feels to be fighting for the Honorable Jutraalian Army, rather than tending to your force forsaken flocks of smelly a ssed nerfs. Think of how good it felt to have your bare feet stepping in that Bantha Guano, and you will succeed. Remember how good it felt to have it's warmth between your toes, and it will be as if you are there, at home, staring at your wife's a ss as she laughs at you for standing in a big pile of s hit."

The Executor looked around, the looks on his men's faces seemingly confused, a few slight grins on their faces.

"We will Ride into battle... and these transports will be our Bantha's! Remember, men. Be the Bantha!"

With that, the Executor nodded his head signaling for the Invasion to Begin.

The Transport slowly lifted, hovering out of the recesses of space above New Alderaan, the Jutraalian Warships seming like massive mountains, towering in the distance, the blue and red streaks of Jutraalian, and Defense Initiative turbolaser fire streaking across the blackness.

"Jutraalian Tacticans assure us that the Galactic Defense Initiative has accidently blown a hole in there Planetary shield large enough for a small fleet of transports to fit through at one time. As you commanded, we have ordered all transports, double what is required to land. They'll have less of a chance to hit any loaded transports with the way they are set up, sir. We'll also have room for Prisoners."

"Exellent" the Executor said with a nod.

The Transports made there way through the shield, just as the Jutraalian officers had assured them that they had, with only minor damages to a few of the transports, thanks to Capital ship, and Fighter coverage.

As the ships landed on the outskirts of the City, the Executor jumped out of the slowly opening door of his Transport, marines securing the immediate premesis.

"Executor to Emperor Fearsons. The Invasion Force has Landed, and is currently unloading. We await your further instruction."

The Exector's post will be ignored for the following reasons:
1) You cannot breach a Mark II Gencore Shield and land troops in one post.
2) You are not allowed to (ask Hyfe) say 'two hours later'.

<hr>

<font color=green>The use of the Force in battle had long been a legendary thing. From Emperor Palpatine and his evil powers reaching out across the entire Galactic Empire, to Joruus C'baoth and his work for Grand Admiral Thrawn, and everything in between, the ability was truly one to be frightened of.

So it was that when the Super Star Destroyer Disruptor, a truly ugly hoepodge ship with welded-on supports and a pallet of different colours painted onto her hull, arrived in the system fear vieled New Alderaan.

Or would of, were it not for the brave defenders of that world. Without waiting for orders, they began to defend their world with a passion. PDSA blasts shot continiously into orbit, smashing into the capitol ships overhead. The gaps in the Gencore shields were not long enough even for a turbolaser to recycle, so well-drilled were the gunners of those installations.

And when the EMPRESS stations, the ten that remained after the unfortunate, Force-assited locating of Stations A8 and A9, fired, the party began.

Control boards flicked to green as the first EMP blast slammed into the massed enemy cruisers and fighters. And the fun started.

The remaining few stations had been able to fire off a few blasts at the joint Jutraalian-Imperial attack, but all in all the emperor was able to simply shrug off the menial damage.

He rose from his throne and took a few steps forward toward the viewport, where the sight of the mighty yet downsized Super Star Destroyer was continuously pounding both the shields and the city beyond.

Where that blasted shield was uable to defend thanks to that strange system that had paved the way for the invasion, a shield similar to the one on Hoth had been erected to defend against any space bombardment. However the city around was taking a heavy toll.

Perhaps the people in the city would be wise and surrender soon?

But asside from charring the flanks of the city and creating a fantastic light show, the constant barrage made it so that the enemy would not dare fire its missile again, for it would have to lower its shield to do so, and even a second of nudity from the shields would allow an unbelieveably strong barage.

The Super Star Destroyer did not let loose all of its rounds at once, rather it would shoot a volley of about a quarter, and as they recharged it would shoot another quarter, and so on.

This was the same with all the other starships that were around it, unleashing similar green vollies at the enemy, knocking out key points of the enemy city, specifically the comms station.

But they tried not to cause too much damage...there was a reason the Jutraalian troops had landed afterall.

The Disruptor continued to linger back in space and simply watch the battle unfold, similarly to the emperor who had his hands clasped loosely behind his back, his feet only slightly apart.

Aboard the Disruptor were fifteen extra PeFauna than normal, Emperor Fearsons's personal strike squadron. How excellent it would be to see them in action for the first time since Gallinore.

"Initiate cloak," Fearsons ordered, catching the bridge totally off guard. It would definitley cut back on their ability to fire - though with the modifications to the Star Destroyer they could indeed see beyond their own little deception.

The bridge did not argue however, and a second later the entire superstructure seemed to have simply disappeared.

"Get the special forces ready, prepare to drop them off via the same route we dropped the invasion force, they know their mission?"

A PeFauna stalked up carefully to his majesty's side and bowed his head.

"All is set my lord, we have simply awaited your order," the guard explained. Fearsons nodded and watched as his comrade made his way out of the bridge. He would soon be in the hangar bay, and the Galactic Defense Initiative wouldn't even know what hit them.