I M P E R A T O R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
TASK FORCE 'BLIZZARD'
501st LEGION | 12th ARMORED DIVISION
OPERATION JAWBREAKER
THRAWN'S REST | CSILLA
Kascalion Giedfield
JUST CAUSE
+7:13 Hour
UTM Grid Point 40 Easting
Zone Of Operation Designation 'Thrawn's Rest'
501st Stormtrooper Legion | Imperator Irveric Tavlar 'Enigma Actual'
12th Armored Assault Division | Colonel
Konrad Bolter
'Tyrant Actual'
The Galaxy is burning. It wasn't getting any hotter than the frigid world of Csilla. Home to the enigmatic Chiss Ascendancy, scantly touched by the Galactic powers that be, today it would be the venue of annihilation, all eyes were on a seldom intervened world. Brotherhood of the Maw, the prophets of extinction. Bloodcurdling marauders emerging from the vantablack void with one sole and decisive aim in mind. To bring death, to sow slaughter and manifest chaos.
With its budding influence in Chiss space and its blood sworn commitment to order, Empire, a New Order, the Iron Sun creeping over the horizon of Csilla should have been no suprise. Operation Jawbreaker, as it was fittingly designated was to be a large scale counter offensive against the Brotherhood of the Maw and its dark coalition on the Sith homeworld, with a cooling front in the Third Imperial Civil War being commanded by Lord Executor
Rurik Fel , Jawbreaker demanded the Imperator's attention. To snuff out a threat here and throw it back into the Unknown Regions before it ever had a chance to bubble to the level of power that the Bryn'adul had taken near Hutt Space.
However, the Brotherhood of the Maw was not alone, several sects of a now shattered Sith Brotherhood had taken up arms at its side, so the wolves rip apart the sheep's hide they'd donned. But one of many of these Dark Sycophants was a name and a face too dreadfully familiar to the Sovereign Imperator. The
Devil, Kascalion Giedfield. He'd arrived at Csilla with his dark host and not long after, Irveric was on his trail.
They called him 'The Slayer', in Helgardi, the main component of Kascalion's host and he'd proven that ten fold after raining hellfire on their native world, murdering Cardinal Prime with his own hands with the 501st cutting a swath through the bulk of their host.
Now reclaiming full fighting strength again, Irveric was on the march. Accompanied by the 12th Armored Assault Division, they went into the frozen wastes of Csilla, in the hunt of Kascalion. The Sithari claimant must have been made immediately aware of his arrival, leading to a game of cat and mouse across the frozen planes of Csilla. One that Tavlar would not be content to lose. After over seven hours of active engagement of the enemy, Irveric's Task Force Blizzard got positive identification of Kascalion's base of operation at UTM point 43 easting, a strategic point within the area of operation designated by Imperial High Command 'Thrawn's Rest', a fitting venue.
For annihilation.
And a dance with the devil.
They were far from Archais...and it was far colder than he'd ever cared for. Luckily, the robust nature of the XT-62's climate controls negated the effects of the harsh, cold winds of Csilla. They were on the hunt today. A comfortable and welcome change of pace to what was now two dogged offensives that came down to the wire.
<"Forward recon reports Sith on their scopes. We've found them."> Konrad's gunner and long time right hand man, the Mantellian by the name of Artyom remarked. His first time in the cabin next to Konrad since he incurred near fatal wounds on Generis.
<"Feels good to be back in the saddle, Bolter. Let's go slag this filth.">
<"I'm right there with you- Hammers! Csilla is under siege, boys. The darkness comes for this world...and tonight...we send the darkness back. You've heard the same damn speech before, Iron Dawn, only forward, no quarter n' all that. I don't give a damn about any of it. We've got a job to do, stick to that and nothing else. Each of us pull our weight, each of us do our duty and we just might make it out of here, boys...and save a world on our way out. Your targets are marked. If you're not adding a full five kill marks on your tank...don't fucking talk to me if you make it out."> Konrad patched through to the Hell's Hammers. It was then he felt the hair rise up on the back of his neck. Then began the life scanner blips, revealing Kascalion's ranks.
Tavlar's force was comparable in firepower...but Kascalion favored numbers...hordes where the 501st and 12th Armored sought to use the veterancy of their ranks to their favor.
The 66th was at the head of the charge for Spearpoint-Besh, the southern most armored formation accompanying Task Force Blizzard. Its objective? Malleable. The decentralization of Irveric's command through the New Imperial ranks made him both a more effective frontline commander as well as allowed the veteran officers of the unit to make decisions on the fly without regards for hierarchy, red tape or anything else which would inhibit their battlefield reaction time.
It was a great deal of the reason why Tavlar's officers reveled working beneath his command, past what came with the glory of serving on the field with the Imperator was the fluidity with which the units operated.
<"Spear point Bulwark will continue its forward advance, ideally we can disperse enough in staggered formation to conceal the numbers of both flanking wedges in the hopes they focus on our heavy walkers but I'm doubtful. Kascalion is a clever shit, but our armor should be able to smash through his ranks, just have to be smart about it. No chance we bait them from their defensive spot, but we can direct their fire where we want it. Has the artillery begun its bombardment?"> Konrad asked the way of Artyom who had an ear to the unit's chatter.
<"Seems the show is due to begin, Colonel.">
<"Let the heavy metal rain..."> Konrad remarked, sparking another cigarette alight, taking a pull not long after he tucked it between his lips.
Giedfield. This Devil had been the machination of more hell than he could anticipate. Or perhaps...it was all percision crafted by his despicable nature. The defeat at Borosk, the Sithari crusades and now she'd taken Lyra from him. It was blow for blow, this rivalry. In the end, there was never a winner, only he who would make the next move. It began pragmatic and soon delved into the filth laden depths of a personal animosity toward one another. Whether it be Tavlar's sacking of Kascalion's crown world of Helgard or Kascalion desperately yearning to shift Tavlar's lover to the dark side, this story had one end. A fatal one.
On Csilla, Irveric had put Kascalion on his backfoot for the first time since Helgard. Before these two pivotal moments, it was the Devil who held the advantage over them with Irveric struggling to respond cohesively. Now, he was the hunter. And he would shed blood. The 501st, the Imperator's own marched unto Csilla in force, too heavily fatigued and bloodied from the counter offensive on Ziost to embark on any offensives since until now alongside the 12th Armored Assault Division, both of these units being made of the very men Irveric defected with from the Sith Empire almost half a decade ago now. Though few remained of that lot, the veteran traditions were nigh eternal, making them both incredibly effective fighting forces. In chorus with one another, one of the more formidable units within the New Imperial military and being one of the most experienced conventional fighting forces active, the Galaxy.
The combined armored force embarked across the frigid deserts with a sole enemy in its sights. As Csilla burned, Irveric would burn it brighter. The first units to come into view of Kascalion's position were undoubtably the super heavy armor assets at the forefront of Tavlar's force. By design. They were monstrous, hulking metal monsters which instilled fear and able to dispense firepower at an alarming rate. But they were hardly the threat in Irveric's doctrine of attack, that came in the form of the air cavalry, the elite, veteran 501st Stormtroopers loaded into fast moving, hard hitting RDAG gunships splayed out across the rear of Irveric's charge in tandem with the faster moving Cataphracts among other repulsor tanks.
At the command position of the Pernach Turbo Tank, Irveric Tavlar headed to war.
"We have a visual on their positions, they have favorable terrain and they've established a defensive front. If they weren't ready for us before, they are now." Irveric's longtime comrade, Vizek said, peering over the holoprojection of their area of operation in the command position of the Pernacht. It operated nearly like the bridge of a starship, whenever the Juggernaut was fitted as a command vehicle, the comfort and ease of use making it favorable as Irveric's venue of onfield command.
"Seems they're in range of our artillery..." A line of super heavy, long range hypervelocity guns Irveric had established behind the consolidated formation now well and on the move toward
The Devil's position.
"Siege Breakers...not quite, tell them to begin firing regardless. Five round fire missions every 100 yards traversed."
"Misdirection?"
"We're going to try, pull as much attention toward the clear and obvious as we can."
"And you think Giedfield will bite?"
"We're soon to find out, regardless, I want the movements of our pincers masked, we'll use the open ground and the wind to our advantage, deploy smoke rounds on all Cataphract units. Whatever their scanners say, at the very least we can have their infantry second guessing when we move up...regardless, close the gap, soon as both pincers establish range, two companies each in siege mode to lay down covering fire. The gunships will be kept flexible, cover holes in the line." Irveric remarks.
"Simple but...simple's yet to fail us yet."
"Yet. If anyone is going to make us blink, it's him. But I don't want any chance for him to take advantage of the spot he has...he has to be made uncomfortable, ill at ease, more than he is being on the run." Irveric remarked. He'd clearly begun to get a read of Kascalion, a hunter and its game.
Now he had to take the shot.
The battle began quietly, with Irveric taking advantage that the superior range of his weapons offered now while they were split apart. But he was on the attack, the enemy could recover and adapt and throw Tavlar off his spot. He needed to disrupt, sow chaos and destruction if there was going to be a decisive victor at Thrawn's Rest.
BATTLE OF THRAWN'S REST
IRVERIC TAVLAR | KASCALION GIEDFIELD
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER | WARLORDS OF THE SITH
STAGE ZERO - THE BATTLE BEGINS
