Zenith Prime
851 ABY
DT-2417
Call-sign Pestilence Actual
Post One
Objective: Conduct asymmetric warfare upon the Warrior King's forces.
Zero hour.
As the skirmish in space continued, the opening had been found for the bulk of the Imperial military's ground forces to begin planet-fall upon the capital. No doubt hundreds of Lambda-Class shuttles carrying troops and armored support would be rushed down to the planet amidst a sky of fire; from there, they would begin their siege to make an opening into the city and begin their fight from breach point to capitol building, the end goal being the capture or elimination of the Warrior King who stood against the Empire.
However, Pestilence's job was different. Their task lay with them, in the center of the city, hidden away from sight.
The troopers had been sat in their makeshift base camp for days now, having infiltrated the capital and lay in wait among the defiant and the rebellious. As the rallying cries of the Warrior King and the marching of boots thundered down into the deepest, darkest roots of Zenith Prime, Pestilence had watched and heard about every single detail. DT-2417 was stood by the table, having a hard copy of the capital's map. Whilst a holomap would have been more informative, the map that had been crafted by hand had the alleyways and passages beneath included in the details; much more than one could expect from a tourist's holomap or anything similar. The price to pay? Only a few witnesses to be silenced so that the trap wasn't sprung pre-maturely. Like hibernating bats, Pestilence waited and observed, planning and sustaining themselves until the call came through on the communications. Having had time to prepare, Pestilence had tapped into enemy communications after dealing with a few drunken scum who just so happened to keep their communicators on the official frequency. They were criminals, pirates, mercenaries... Scum. Whilst a majority might have been decent, it only took one slip up to turn the advantage in Pestilence's favor.
All that preparation, that waiting, was about to pay off.
Like the key to the ignition, Pestilence geared themselves up and readied for action. With the Imperial fleet trying to establish air superiority, no doubt the Warrior King's troops were beginning to run around like ants, trying to prepare the capital for some form of assault should the Imperial fleet break through. All resources would begin to be pushed to ready for an assault from outside the city walls, heavy weapons, munitions, vehicles, everything at their disposal would no doubt be called in to hold off any assault aimed to push into the city. A shame, to the fool's part, that they weren't expecting any sort of assault from within.
Pestilence's first target was a munitions depot, that sat on the eastern quadrant of the city. Utilizing their knowledge of the back passageways and keeping off the main travel-ways, Pestilence managed to outmaneuver a series of patrols and troop movements, noticing that many of them were transporting equipment and munitions to the supposed front-line. After several moments of travelling, keeping completely off the radar and utilizing enemy communications to gain further intel on troop movements and status updates, Pestilence reached the outskirts of their target. A warehouse turned into a munitions factory and forward command post, presumably for a number of ring leaders of the defense, away from the capitol building itself. Like a hawk watching its prey, DT-2417 observed and waited. There were numerous entrances, all being used by the Warrior King's forces to transport munitions and supplies in a rush.
With a swift flick of his hand, giving several hand signals, the Death Trooper Captain issued his orders and they were carried out to the letter.
Pestilence split into four groups and began to make their way around the building to the various breach points. A hit and run operation was required in order to be effective, lest reinforcements came their way and complicated things. When the moment was right, the opening in good form and the opposition low, the Death Troopers came out of hiding, swooping upon their foe. E-11Ds and DLT-19s lit up the unaware opposition, causing shock and terror to hold their strings in a frozen grip as the black clad troopers moved in, systematically eliminating everyone that popped up into their sight. This was not a mission where ROE dictated their actions, no sense of morality being held over their heads as to who was on the opposite end of their blasters.
It was like lambs to the slaughter.
Within minutes, Pestilence had control of the hardpoint, yet they had been unlucky, a call for help had rang out on the enemy communications just moments before said fool was quickly put to the sword. With the main difficulty over, Pestilence regrouped, though their work was not yet finished. It was one thing to perform a hit and run assault on a munitions depot, though the enemy would easily retake it and still make use of the resources kept within.
That had to change.
After several garbled transmissions, Pestilence began to move around the various munitions and various other equipment that had been stored within the enemy position. Every second was a second closer to another enemy contact, Pestilence had to be quick about their task in order to prevent being caught in another engagement. Fortunately for them, the Death Troopers were trained for this sort of thing; before long they exfiltrated the structure, leaving only one thing behind...
Several minutes later, as Pestilence watched mercenaries, pirates and whoever charge into the building, hoping to find the assailants and bring a swift end to their intrusion, they would soon find themselves screaming at each other to run, scrambling and trying to escape but their fates had already been sealed. A detonator was pressed, sending the building, everyone and everything in and around it sky high in a deafening explosion. Smoke poured into the sky, all watched by 13 black visors.
This was just the first job of the day. The Warrior King would be brought to his knees.
