Eternal Father
Alderaan, the bright beacon of hope for Republics throughout history, and now the capital of a Coalition of Free Worlds. For too long Alderaan had served as an affront to the Sith Empire, harboring enemies of the state and serving as an untouchable redoubt for pro-Republican corsairs to harry Imperial trade convoys moving between the neutral worlds just beyond the Coalition’s borders.
But no longer.
The tides had begun to shift, spies embedded within the Coalition’s territory spoke of opportunity. They had begun to stagnate, mired in complacency. The Coalition deigned to leave planetary defense up to its individual member-states, neglecting a national military in favor of planetary self-determination.
The Sith Empire held no such noble sentiments, its military was centralized and vast.
So the Sith Emperor and his villainous war council had drawn up plans to deliver a series of knockout blows to the ailing state. A tripartite strike at the Coalition’s most important planets, Alderaan, Kuat, and Balmorra.
A gargantuan shadow materialized over Alderaan, followed by a multitude of smaller shadows that contributed to an unyielding darkness intent on swallowing all of Alderaan. Battlecruisers, destroyers, warships of all shapes and sizes orbited the nucleus of the monstrous attack force; the Behemoth.
Personal flagship of the Sith Emperor.
Just over six miles from prow to stern, the Behemoth was the largest warship ever constructed in the modern era. The culmination of nearly thirty years of hidden construction and secret research, it was the coup de grace the Sith Empire intended to unleash upon its enemies. Where it tread, doom and destruction was left to writhe in its wake.
And now that same doom would be delivered to Alderaan.
Hundreds of fighters spewed out from the Behemoth’s ventral hangar like a swarm of bats riding out from the mouth of chaos, while assault transports began their approach vector towards the planet’s surface. This had become the doctrine of the Empire, a massive wave of fighters to prelude the main fleet’s final maneuver into attack position followed by a rapid deployment of ground assets during the confusion and chaos.
New Aldera would bear witness to this blitzkrieg as the skies would become filled with the grisly sight of hundreds upon hundreds of landing craft skewer the clouds as they breached the atmosphere. The city itself would be too hot of a landing zone for the majority of the craft, only the boldest and most elite of the Empire’s warriors would be given the honor of risking anti-air cannons to directly attack the city. The walkers and tanks would have to be assembled beyond the range of the city’s defenses, and brought it from all sides to attack with unrelenting brutality.
This is how many would find themselves, thrust into the thick of battle as gruesome war was brought unbearably close to a region once believed to be the epitome of peace.
But as always, peace is a lie.
There is only destruction.
But no longer.
The tides had begun to shift, spies embedded within the Coalition’s territory spoke of opportunity. They had begun to stagnate, mired in complacency. The Coalition deigned to leave planetary defense up to its individual member-states, neglecting a national military in favor of planetary self-determination.
The Sith Empire held no such noble sentiments, its military was centralized and vast.
So the Sith Emperor and his villainous war council had drawn up plans to deliver a series of knockout blows to the ailing state. A tripartite strike at the Coalition’s most important planets, Alderaan, Kuat, and Balmorra.
A gargantuan shadow materialized over Alderaan, followed by a multitude of smaller shadows that contributed to an unyielding darkness intent on swallowing all of Alderaan. Battlecruisers, destroyers, warships of all shapes and sizes orbited the nucleus of the monstrous attack force; the Behemoth.
Personal flagship of the Sith Emperor.
Just over six miles from prow to stern, the Behemoth was the largest warship ever constructed in the modern era. The culmination of nearly thirty years of hidden construction and secret research, it was the coup de grace the Sith Empire intended to unleash upon its enemies. Where it tread, doom and destruction was left to writhe in its wake.
And now that same doom would be delivered to Alderaan.
Hundreds of fighters spewed out from the Behemoth’s ventral hangar like a swarm of bats riding out from the mouth of chaos, while assault transports began their approach vector towards the planet’s surface. This had become the doctrine of the Empire, a massive wave of fighters to prelude the main fleet’s final maneuver into attack position followed by a rapid deployment of ground assets during the confusion and chaos.
New Aldera would bear witness to this blitzkrieg as the skies would become filled with the grisly sight of hundreds upon hundreds of landing craft skewer the clouds as they breached the atmosphere. The city itself would be too hot of a landing zone for the majority of the craft, only the boldest and most elite of the Empire’s warriors would be given the honor of risking anti-air cannons to directly attack the city. The walkers and tanks would have to be assembled beyond the range of the city’s defenses, and brought it from all sides to attack with unrelenting brutality.
This is how many would find themselves, thrust into the thick of battle as gruesome war was brought unbearably close to a region once believed to be the epitome of peace.
But as always, peace is a lie.
There is only destruction.
