Hell on Earth.
Darth Vyrassu's booted feet touched down on the ground after he had stepped off of the ramp of the transport shuttle. Dozens of other ships touched down in the shape of a crescent moon. Over the last few days, the Sith Knight had led the subjugation of the planet. Thousands of Stormtroopers were on the planet, and more came in every day, as per usual when it came to the First Order seizing a planet.
They had come diplomatically, and those inhabitants that still survived were greeted kindly. With the Kar'zun and Eldorai, they were offered aide and protection from those that would kidnap and harm them for whatever evil ends they held. For those that were towards the supposed Inner Sea, well, that's where the military came in. Led by none other than Lord Vyrassu.
The screech and whines of a TIE squadron flying overhead was heard through the audio receptors of his helmet. The armoured helmet rotated slightly. From the first day since the First Order had arrived on Kaeshana, there had been signs of hostiles. A'sharad was still in the process of cleansing the planet.
Intelligence Operatives had located a large concentration of hostiles. Gangsters, criminals, it didn't matter. Having spent so much time on this planet alone and without any contact from anyone else in the Galaxy, they had wallowed in their own hate and filth for so long. Certainly, as a Sith, A'sharad should've possessed the ability to see their potential at being a destructive force for the First Order. He most definitely did. But that would take time, and Vyrassu was anything but patient. His track record as a military officer likely said so, perhaps not in so many words, but with his efficiency and brutality, the First Order had earned many victories planet side.
Vyrassu wouldn't have it any other way on this planet.
Hundreds of stormtroopers stormed the region. Areas that couldn't be covered by stormtroopers? TIE bombers took care of. Buildings were stormed, basements blown out, buildings collapsed. However little was left, whatever Vyrassu passed, there was an even smaller amount left. He did not build, he destroyed. Deep within, it gave him some form of joy to be the one to end the lives of so many.
Beyond, there were other stormtroopers and auxiliaries in the form of Malok and Project X-2. Whether they were protecting the restorers of Santaissa's Citadel, and Palace from raiders, going through with executions, or merely relaxing after a long day's work, it mattered not. There would always be something to do. A camp that needed establishment, etcetera.
Despite being the highest ranking military officer in the system, as far as the First Order was concerned, when it came to affairs in Space, the General had delegated that responsibility, albeit regrettably, to the Commodore Carlyle Rausgeber. The Sith was also aware of Natasi Fortan in orbit, aboard the Concordia, likely watching, to make sure his actions weren't taken too far, which, he couldn't blame anyone. Multiple times he had gone through with unsanctioned executions. Specifically on Zarnathea, though that never came to light to the public.
By the First Order, the entire planet was being watched. Intelligence Operatives were in the field, the field being the entire planet, the most populated areas. They had to feel out for those that sympathized with the Galactic Alliance, that resented the First Order. The planet was watched. The planet was blockaded. Things were quiet. It was merely another claimed planet for the First Order.
Kato, Torian Pierce, IT-88