Landfall Atrisia (open)

[RC 212]

ATRISIA​

0800 HOURS​

1ST BATTLEGROUP​

It'd been a long flight for the General. He rubbed sleep from his eyes as the automated arms in his quarters snapped his last few pieces of armor into place. Life on Alexandria had been boring. Thus by the graces of the newly formed Protectorate, he'd been scooped up and reassigned to the front.

The first task was to bring an iron grip down on Atrisia. The had been in orbit for a day or so. Each day Special Fleet Services had operated on the ground, laying the groundwork. Now the final landing force was being assembled and readied to go down and seize the Capitol.

The last piece of his red and silver armor snapped into place.

The General turned, grunting and delicately manipulated his armored fingers to grasp his coffee cup. Boots thundered across steel plates, echoing as he strode to the bridge. Already key members of his staff were waiting, including Command Sergeant Major Getrude, of Fleet Marines.

They snapped a salute, and he snapped one back, then tossed back a sizeable amount of coffee.

He wiped his face with the back of his glove, glared and then nodded.

"Alright then, whats the situation?"

His XO, an old Corellian Alliance vet spoke first.

"We have popular support from the Atrisian People to land and establish a garrison. A few details remain. They are displeased by the remnants of First Order forces in system. We'll need to clear them out."

He nodded.

"Clearing out enemy Garrisons is pretty standard XO. What of the facilities down below? What are we looking at?"

"Jast Shipwright Company has pledged a Jast Trade Station to be installed in Orbit. Beyond that we'll have to scout resources ourselves. Interstellar Mining has a survey team ready to go. As soon as we clear out FO assets they'll land, seize control of the resources below and begin setting up factory's."

"Trade?"

"Jast Shipwrights will handle that."

"Excellent. Begin the operation, I'll be in my quarters, reading the logistics reports. XO you have the Con."

"Aye sir!"

 

[RC 212]

ATRSISIA- SURFACE​

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SPEARHEAD​

On the ground Dropships whirred, drives kicking up massive cyclones of dust. The sound of thundering engines split the sky. Below their bellies a factory, once abandoned. From the sides ropes fell as twin doors slid back, revealing door gunners with menacing miniguns. Somewhere in there a Rope Master screamed commands, and the small force of Mercenary Marines zipped down the lines, and fanned out securing the LZ.

Other ships were soon ebhind them, dropping cargo crates of supplies, as teams swept and cleared buildings. They were all followed by the watchful eye of the General as he sipped a glass of whiskey in his quarters. His attention flittedered between screens and the letter he was writing to an old friend.

Elsewhere, diplomats and suits with cases of bearer bonds were touching donw on the landing pads right outside the Government Center. Atrisia, having only just fallen into First Order control and then back out of it was still ripe with untapped resources. They were here to buy buy buy. Interstellar Mining Corp had its mind on sucking the bones of the planet dry fro minerals and gas.

Meanwhile the people of Atrisia would experience an economic boom.

And the Machine of war would grow.

With these resources, they'd have enough to set up a concrete base of operations, establish shipyards within the Corp under Hala Jast and her like. They'd field a larger Navy, recruit larger swathes of Mercenaries and carve their own little rich sphere of Military Control and Vast riches.

But that was just a dream as of now.

The General Continued keeping a watchful eye out. His own bosses would no doubt be calling soon. The Shareholders and the Grand Admiral. Hala too of course....