Kamon's OOC
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Aboard The Victory II-class Star Destroyer Requiem
"Enemy ship is in shambles, sir. Our shields are at seventy percent."
Mason nodded, and his brow creased a bit. The enemy fleet was such crap. How was it that these people hadn't been conquered before? Shaking his head, he offered a sigh. The shipyards that this world had were equipped to build this crap. It was going to take a lot of time and effort to work on getting them up to Imperial standards. But that's what they were resolved to do thanks to the idiocy of prior leadership, and their failure to control the Sith. That would not happen again.
"Push us into the atmosphere."
"Yes, sir."
As the Victory moved closer to the planet, the battle in space had taken a serious turn. The Rebel vessels that could were fleeing, and the rest had either been destroyed or had surrendered. The might of the Imperial forces once again reigned, even though it was really just that they had superior technology verses that of their opponents. Against most forces they would have been hard pressed not to get their butts kicked, even with him leading them. Mason was a realist. He knew the limitations of his forces.
Shaking his head, he walked over to where the General was, and examined the battlefield map. The ship was breaching atmosphere, and would soon be visible to the troops on the ground. If there was anything that could demoralize an enemy it was the sight of a Star Destroyer looming over your head.
"Focus our guns on enemy emplacements. Destroy them. Support the walkers and ground forces as necessary. Coordinate strikes with the Generals. I want the Corvette's to remain in space and follow the enemy that flees. Find out where they're going. We'll destroy them later."
[member="Alexander Nester"] [member="Alva Calvarona"]
"Enemy ship is in shambles, sir. Our shields are at seventy percent."
Mason nodded, and his brow creased a bit. The enemy fleet was such crap. How was it that these people hadn't been conquered before? Shaking his head, he offered a sigh. The shipyards that this world had were equipped to build this crap. It was going to take a lot of time and effort to work on getting them up to Imperial standards. But that's what they were resolved to do thanks to the idiocy of prior leadership, and their failure to control the Sith. That would not happen again.
"Push us into the atmosphere."
"Yes, sir."
As the Victory moved closer to the planet, the battle in space had taken a serious turn. The Rebel vessels that could were fleeing, and the rest had either been destroyed or had surrendered. The might of the Imperial forces once again reigned, even though it was really just that they had superior technology verses that of their opponents. Against most forces they would have been hard pressed not to get their butts kicked, even with him leading them. Mason was a realist. He knew the limitations of his forces.
Shaking his head, he walked over to where the General was, and examined the battlefield map. The ship was breaching atmosphere, and would soon be visible to the troops on the ground. If there was anything that could demoralize an enemy it was the sight of a Star Destroyer looming over your head.
"Focus our guns on enemy emplacements. Destroy them. Support the walkers and ground forces as necessary. Coordinate strikes with the Generals. I want the Corvette's to remain in space and follow the enemy that flees. Find out where they're going. We'll destroy them later."
[member="Alexander Nester"] [member="Alva Calvarona"]