Battle of Sullust
A Stormtrooper sat solemnly at the side of his bunk bed within the confines of the Star Destroyer, his gaze fixed on the glowing screen of his tablet. While the hollow humming of machinery behind the walls ensued around him, he found solace in his writing, capturing his thoughts amidst the world outside, the harsh, complex world that vanished everytime he did it.
It brought him peace.
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When you think of war, you think of those adventures in movies or books. Heroes without ideology who only fight for a greater cause. But it is ironic how fighting for a greater cause can be understood as something without ideology.
War is a horrible act. Yet we will always do it because it is the only way to express our movements and interests when diplomacy is not an option. No matter what scale it is. Galactic, systemic, planetary, continental, national, community or family. Violence is a way to represent our interests, opinions and reasoning. And that is politics.
For example, at the family level, in a normal situation there would never be a fight, the authority of the father and mother would be respected, the son and daughter would be treated with respect, the family would relate normally. But if a father is a drunkard who abuses the mother? The son will respond with violence and the father will return that violence. It is not war as most intelligent beings understand it but it is a demonstration of why war exists. We could understand the current conflict between the rebels and the Empire as a child that acted like a brat, was correctly treated and he responded back with violence. Forcing the father to respond with even more violence.
Once, I too was like any ordinary citizen, a young child bound by the laws of his home planet. However, I vividly recalled the movie that forever changed me—the tale of the Second Battle of Geonosis. It wasn't the political nuances that captivated me, no, but rather the valor displayed by the clones as they fought shoulder to shoulder against the alien forces. Inspired by their unity, I had eagerly joined the Imperial Army, envisioning myself as part of a lineage of heroes who helped shape the Empire.
Years of dedicated service led me to the renowned 501st legion, known throughout countless works of fiction and nonfiction. It was this prestigious affiliation that motivated me to pen my thoughts and experiences within the pages of a book. I sought to dispel the naive ideals perpetuated by movies, offering readers an unfiltered glimpse into the truth of war and its repercussions on the military and its soldiers.
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Drained of mental energy, the Stormtrooper removed his helmet, revealing a face that blended into a crowd, unremarkable and ordinary. His brown hair and eyes mirrored the neutral shades of an everyday existence. In his mid-thirties, he carried the weight of his experiences on his shoulders, exhaustion etched deep into his visage.
Just as doubt plagued the Stormtrooper's mind, unsure of how to continue his written account, his fellow comrades began to stir around him, signaling the imminent start of a briefing. He looked up, the weight of responsibility evident in his gaze, as he realized that his duty called. With a sigh, he closed his tablet, tucking it away for the time being, knowing that the pressing matters of the present demanded his undivided attention, and he had to get up at once, to follow the rest.
Soon, Captain Red led the first company to gather around a panel, their anticipation hanging in the air as they awaited further instructions. The Captain raised his hand, signaling for silence before addressing the eager soldiers.
"As you all know," the Captain began solemnly, his voice resonating with the gravity of the situation, "we find ourselves in the darkest hour of the galaxy's history. With the demise of Lord Vader and the Emperor, the Empire is on the brink of collapse. However, Lady Tanya, our beacon of hope, is prepared to seize the reins of power, even if the Core assigns her the title of Grand Moff to stifle her voice. But we all know that Lady Tanya is a force to be reckoned with; I'd be damned if she of all people submitted to an idiotic higher power."
The men of the 501st's first company chuckled, their unwavering faith a testament to their shared understanding.
"Amidst the chaos, Lady Tanya is set to deliver a speech in the coming days. It has been incessantly advertised across all media channels. However, the people remain desensitized and deaf to her words unless she demonstrates unwavering strength. To many, she is an enigma, a figure seeking recognition during this tumultuous period rife with instability and rumor mongering. That is precisely why we must fulfill a critical mission before her speech."
Displayed on the screen was the planet Sullust, its details including the local army, leaders, and cities. It provided the necessary groundwork for planning a strategic planetary invasion.
"This will mark Lady Tanya's inaugural military maneuver, establishing her as the true and rightful heir of Lord Vader and all that he represented. We shall invade one of the member planets of the opposing Alliance of Free Planets, known as the New Republic. It will serve as a resounding message, compelling all to listen to her words and take them to heart. The 501st, supported by nineteen other legions of elite Stormtroopers, will spearhead this invasion. Our esteemed Lady Tanya has entrusted us with the honor of capturing the capital city."
A wave of exuberant cheers erupted from the assembled soldiers, yet amidst the jubilation, a hint of concern lingered in Ian's eyes. He understood the arduousness of the impending mission, but his unwavering commitment to the cause and the greater good fortified his resolve.
"Armed with an army of 180,000 stormtroopers, backed by a hundred support ships, twenty Imperial Star Destroyers (ISD), two Bellator Class Dreadnoughts, and one Assertor Class Dreadnought, Lady Tanya expects tangible results. She has gambled, compromising the security of numerous sectors to amass this formidable task force for the invasion of Sullust. Failure is simply not an option."
Shielding the Empire from impending threats was an astronomical responsibility, one that demanded the utmost dedication. Safeguarding a galactic-level government involved protecting tens of thousands of planets and their inhabitants. However, more than 90% of the Star Destroyers and other vessels were deployed to secure trade routes and safeguard individual planets. Consequently, assembling such a colossal fleet without jeopardizing the Empire's overall security was virtually impossible. Lady Tanya, driven by desperation, had risked a disarray of sectors to acquire the necessary forces for this critical assault.
"The 501st will make planetfall once the battle against the rebellious fleet in Sullust has been won. The enemy's cities exist underground, shrouded in darkness. Thus, we will be equipped with specialized gear to navigate these perilous depths and engage in combat amidst the shadows."
The first company would have the honor of being the pioneer to infiltrate the underground metropolis. Our task involves ensuring the safety of government structures and apprehending the Sullustan administration. In the event that the planetary leaders attempt to escape, Lady Tanya has authorized us to use lethal force, abandoning our previous approach of capturing the leadership in these past few years. Lady Tanya desires them dead or alive, but should they manage to evade capture, she prefers them to be eliminated. Numerous missions that focused on capturing rebels and terrorists without taking their lives, while they were willing to kill us, have resulted in an unimaginable number of casualties within the 501st and deep discontent among the troops. Only the discipline and honor of the 501st emblem prevented mutiny from brewing.
"Do you have any questions?" he asked.
"What shall we do with the civilian population?" inquired a trooper promptly.
"If they do not pose a threat, leave them be. However, if they actively engage against us, treat them as rebels. Avoid harming innocent civilians, but don't act foolishly."
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The New Republic fleet stationed at Sullust provided a safeguard against any potential invasion attempts. Imperial arrogance would make them deploy only a few Imperial Star Destroyers to conquer the planet, which the defensive fleet was more than equipped to handle and overcome. Therefore, Fleet Admiral Sien Sovv had no genuine concerns regarding an invasion, prompting him to order the repair of all damaged capital ships from previous battles. The Empire was slowly devouring itself, and internal conflicts had already arisen. The recent clash between Admiral Tanya Degurechaff and Admiral Sander Delvardus stood as testament to the New Republic that the Empire would self-destruct due to internal wars, forever incapable of amassing a formidable fleet due to its own military discord.
As a human admiral from the New Republic had once stated, "Henceforth, our battles will revolve around skirmishes with smaller Imperial vessels. The Empire will never be able to reconstruct a substantial fleet."
However, the admiral in charge of Sullust's defense was struck with a chilling realization when his ship's controller abruptly announced the emergence of over a hundred spaceships from hyperspace. The destruction of the Second Death Star was not the conclusive end they had anticipated. It was a dreadful revelation.
Emerging from hyperspace was an immense Imperial armada: three Super Star Destroyers, twenty Imperial Star Destroyers, ten Gladiators, fifteen Carrack frigates, twenty Nebulon-B2 frigates, and forty-five Lancer Frigates. A formidable Imperial force comparable to the scale of the Battle of Endor, where the Alliance for the Restoration of the Republic had to commit a significant portion of their fleet to secure victory. The comparatively feeble defensive fleet had little chance countering such overwhelming odds.
Terror gripped the New Republic fleet, caught off guard by the Empire's astonishing ability to amass such a formidable force once again.
With the emergence of the New Republic as a recognized government, their focus shifted towards protecting their affiliated planets, causing them to let go of their guerrilla strategies for several months.
This shift in strategy opened up a direct opportunity for the Empire to strike. While the devastating battle on Hoth was a bitter defeat, it marked the Empire's first triumph in obliterating a fully operational rebel military stronghold. Gone were the days of painstakingly searching for rebel hideouts or undercover organizations.
Now, the Empire possessed a precise knowledge of the New Republic's military installations, financial hubs, and political centers across various planets. With this information in hand, the Empire proudly showcased its military might, prepared to unleash a relentless assault on the opposite side of the galaxy.
Meanwhile, around Sullust, the majority of the New Republic fleet lay docked at shipyards, undergoing repairs and maintenance. Out of the total 200 ships, which included two imposing Dauntless heavy cruisers, two formidable Bulwark Mark III battle cruisers, ten Quasar Fire-Class bulk cruisers, 46 Nebulon Escort frigates, 80 CR90 corvettes, and 60 Marauder corvettes, more than half remained inoperable. The New Republic intelligence had failed to anticipate this attack, leaving the Imperial Security Bureau (ISB) to swiftly exploit the vulnerabilities at Sullust.
From the hangars of the imposing Imperial vessels, an array of familiar TIE fighters, TIE bombers, and other enigmatic ships emerged, hurling the New Republic into utter confusion. Within the chaos, one group of assailants targeted the ships situated farthest from the main concentration of the New Republic fleet, rapidly obliterating them, while another group moved with precision to decimate the heavily armed New Republic vessels.
Communication crackled with a chilling message through the airwaves of all Imperial ships: "Tora, Tora, Tora!"
Amidst this chaos, Sullustan Admiral Sien Sovv bellowed urgent commands from his personal vessel, a docked Dauntless cruiser named Volcano that sat in the dry dock. It required no brilliance to deduce that the Empire had meticulously planned this assault, capitalizing on the moment when the Rebel fleet's heavy ships were stationed for repairs, rendering them incapable of engaging.
"Launch all available fighters! Frigates and corvettes must hold the line, providing crucial time for the escape of our Dauntless cruisers, Bulwarks, and Quasars!" His voice resonated with determination, knowing that their survival hinged on buying precious moments for their most powerful vessels to evade the Empire's clutches.
From the vantage point of the Volcano's bridge, he beheld the chaotic scene unfolding below. Ships that had been patrolling now made desperate attempts to return, only to meet their demise at the hands of enemy bomber formations. The corvettes and frigates stationed at the shipyards valiantly engaged the oncoming bombers, determined to shield the New Republic's massive capital ships.
"Activate the shields!" Admiral Sovv bellowed.
"But activating them will render the repair yards completely unusable!" objected a hesitant voice.
"If we allow our capital ships to be destroyed, it will severely damage the New Republic navy! We do not have the capacity to produce these ships! All capital ships, activate your shields!" Sovv commanded urgently.
The activation of shields destroyed the shipyards. Creating debris from the decimated Sullust shipyards cluttered the space around them, unable to halt the swift maneuvers of the TIE bombers. The debris was skillfully avoided, enabling the TIE bombers to relentlessly rain destruction upon the defenseless New Republic capital ships.
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The fighter controller provided an update to Tanya and Draneir, who held positions as Grand Moff and Commodore, respectively.
"No ships were lost," the controller reported. Tanya responded with a tinge of disappointment, "That's regrettable. Ensure that all TIE bombers have returned and reloaded."
The Imperial bombers dutifully sought refuge aboard their motherships as the Imperial fleet closed in, pushing towards the maximum engagement range. Fire erupted between the Imperial fleet and the Republic's corvettes and frigates, each party desperate to thwart their adversary's advance.
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"Admiral Sovv, we have a report from the X-Wing squadron, Aldeeran. An unidentified enemy fighter is relentlessly pursuing them. The TIE fighters are seemingly ignoring the X-Wings, their focus locked onto demolishing our corvettes," informed the fleet officer.
"Do we have visuals on it?" Sovv inquired. A hologram materialized before him, showcasing a mysterious fighter, one that Sovv had never encountered. Its spherical shape possessed enigmatic eyes, three surrounding lines, and powerful cannons at its core and on each of the lines. Its space-black exterior seemed to absorb all light. A relentless X-Wing pursued the enigma, until, in a split second, the peculiar fighter executed a lightning-fast 90-degree turn and vanished from the X-Wing's view. Moments later, the hologram flickered out.
Sovv knew that the X-Wing had met its untimely demise. Observing the impending annihilation of the corvette and frigate formations by the imperial forces, he realized that the Rebel fleet lacked the means to engage in such a battle.
"What is the status of our shields?" Sovv inquired, clinging to a sliver of hope.
"The bombardment and debris have completely depleted our shields. It will take approximately half an hour to restore them," came the disheartening reply.
He made the decision to retreat. Fond memories of his home planet mingled with the sorrow of abandonment. Yet, the cause of the New Republic held greater significance than engaging in a futile battle to the death.
With a heavy heart weighing him down, he solemnly pressed the broadcast button. "To all vessels of the New Republic fleet, our capital ships shall fall back to Mon Calamari. We cannot afford to lose these invaluable assets. Once the capital ships have successfully entered Hyperspace, each vessel must evacuate to Mon Calamari or seek refuge on any New Republic planet if unable to reach the designated location."
The 14 capital ships smoothly disentangled themselves from the decimated shipyards. Orchestrating their synchronized jump into Hyperspace, they braced for the imminent threat as sensors detected a second wave of Imperial bombers crossing the sea of New Republic corvettes and frigates, hell-bent on obliterating the pride of the New Republic fleet—the capital ships.
Unified point-defense systems unleashed a barrage of retaliatory fire upon the 300 TIE bombers that daringly approached the capital ships. The ensuing chaos resulted in the destruction of several adversaries, but the majority successfully reached their intended targets.
Regrettably, the maiden casualty was the Dauntless-class cruiser Magma. Its command center obliterated and thrusters disabled, the ship began its slumbering descent towards the desolate planet of Sullust.
In a cruel twist of fate, the merciless bombardments struck the 2 Quasar Fire-class ships, Thunder and Shade, with unerring precision, causing catastrophic devastation near their main reactor cores. Both vessels, deprived of any chance of salvation, erupted in violent explosions.
As fate would have it, the fourth and final capital ship to meet its tragic fate was the Bulwark Mark III known as Arrow of Sullust. Though not fully destroyed, it suffered a crippling blow, rendering it incapable of achieving the hyperspace jump alongside its comrades.
After the majority of capital ships, excluding the disabled Arrow of Sullust, vanished into the vastness of hyperspace, the remaining frigates and corvettes swiftly retreated from the battle, following suit and vanishing into the cosmic abyss.
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A glimmer of satisfaction played across Tanya's face as her gaze fell upon the shipyards, devoid of any New Republic presence. It had become a graveyard for their shattered dreams, a haunting collection of debris left behind by their decimated fleet.
"Take down the operational Rebel capital ship. Recall all starfighters and bombers to the hangars and prepare for the forthcoming planetary invasion," she commanded, a smile of anticipation dancing upon her lips.
As Kal Rando intercepted Tanya just as she was about to leave the bridge, he posed a question about the Tri-Fighter II.
"What are your thoughts on the Tri-Fighter II?" he inquired.
Tanya didn't hesitate in her response, exuding confidence. "It has surpassed expectations. The investment by Lord Vader and myself has proved exceptionally fruitful."
With her words resonating in the air, Tanya gracefully exited the bridge, making her way to her personal quarters aboard the Perseverance. Once safely enclosed within the confines of her quarters, a sense of mirth overcame her.
"You sons of bitches, did you think your spies are watching me?That the empire will never have a sizeable fleet again?!" Tanya's laughter filled the room as she began to glide across the floor, envisioning herself locked in a waltz with death. A melodious hum accompanied her clandestine dance. The triumph in this battle had ignited a dopamine rush within her, reviving her spirits which had long been dormant.
"Imperial Intelligence hunting for my head, the Council of Moffs thirsting for my demise... It matters not. I have secured a victory against the Rebels, thus earning more legitimacy than the entirety of you scum combined! Authenticity is not bestowed; it is gained through tangible triumphs!"
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Battle of Sullust, Result:
Imperial Fleet:
2 lightly damaged Imperial Star Destroyers (ISD)
1 severely damaged Gladiator
3 lightly damaged Gladiators
5 severely damaged Carrack cruisers
2 destroyed Nebulon frigates
1 lightly damaged Nebulon frigate
10 destroyed Lancer frigates
20 lightly damaged Lancer frigates
30% loss in bomber fleet (180 out of 600 deployed crafts)
15% loss in TIE fighter fleet (270 out of 1,800 deployed crafts)
5% loss in TIE Interceptor fleet (10 out of 200 deployed crafts)
1% loss in Tri-Fighter II fleet (4 out of 400 deployed crafts)
New Republic fleet:
1 destroyed Dauntless cruiser
1 destroyed Bulwark battleship
2 destroyed Quasar cruisers
7 destroyed Nebulon Escort frigates
20 lightly damaged Nebulon Escort frigates
30 destroyed CR90 corvettes
4 lightly damaged CR90 corvettes
14 destroyed Marauders
74% loss in starfighter fleet (296 out of 400 deployed crafts)
60% loss in bomber fleet (60 out of 100 deployed crafts)
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Ian gasped for breath as he darted through the dimly lit passageways of the Sullustian tunnels, connecting the underground cities to the outside world.
Typically, these tunnels were equipped with ample illumination, but the local defense army deliberately plunged them into utter darkness. The cunning Sullustians possessed the ability to navigate effortlessly in the absence of light, courtesy of their extraordinary evolution.
In preparation for this challenge, the vanguard troops were issued a modified variant of the Stormtrooper helmet, equipped with cutting-edge night vision technology integrated with respirators to shield against surface contaminants.
"First company, keep moving! Utilize visual stun grenades to disorient the Sullustians and press forward," commanded Ian, his voice resolute.
With swift precision, Ian and his platoon hurled the stun grenades, triggering a blinding white flare that consumed the entire tunnel section. A deafening explosion reverberated through the corridor, incapacitating the senses of the Sullustians. Meanwhile, the Stormtroopers, shielded by their helmets, remained immune to this sudden barrage of light and sound.
Vaulting over their makeshift cover, Ian charged into the midst of the bewildered Sullustians. His E-11 blaster set to automatic fire, he squeezed the trigger, swiftly dispatching four enemies with lethal precision. Reinforcements from his platoon swiftly joined him, relentlessly advancing through the treacherous tunnels, encountering sporadic resistance whenever they sought refuge behind some sort of shelter.
Finally, after countless skirmishes, the first company arrived at the tunnel's terminus. Before them stood a formidable battalion of hundreds, if not thousands, of Sullustians fiercely defending the entrance to their capital. Captain Red, drenched in Sullustian blood, his E-11 adorned with a grisly bayonet, reached the safety of the main company cover.
"The E-Web team is on its way," Captain Red announced, his tone steady and resolute. Despite the unconventional modification he had made to his weapon, a testament to his resourcefulness and survival instincts, none dared to question his choice in the face of his years of combat experience.
"Endure a little while longer," he reassured the besieged troops as they faced a relentless barrage of firepower that would unsettle even the most seasoned warriors. "Any casualties?" he inquired.
"First Company remains unharmed," Ian promptly responded, positioned closely to Captain Red.
"Ah, that's precisely why we proudly are 501st," he asserted, raising his gaze above their protective cover.
"Approximately 300 Sullustians stand firmly, resolute in their defense of this position. Calling all troopers, are you aware of any enemy vehicles?"
The unanimous reply from the first company's officers was a resolute "negative," which elicited a sigh of relief from Captain Red. Sadly, they did not possess the privilege of deploying vehicles or rocket launchers capable of obliterating enemy forces, but at least this knowledge put his mind at ease.
Several minutes of unrelenting Blaster Fire until a team of ten expertly trained men, specializing in operating the formidable E-Web heavy blaster machine gun, emerged from the tunnel. Captain Red swiftly commanded a group of his troops to unleash stun grenades, and as the heavy E-Web was being installed, the grenades detonated. Their blinding effect overwhelmed some of the Sullustians, while the seasoned survivors instinctively sought shelter.
"E-Web!" exclaimed a Sullustan as he recklessly emerged from his hiding spot, only to be forcefully thrown back ten meters by the initial shot from the E-Web. The thunderous machine gun decimated any Sullustan who failed to find cover in time. Seizing the opportunity, the first company advanced, hurling grenades at the enemy's entrenched positions. Though the Sullustans attempted to retaliate, their futile attempts were thwarted as the grenades detonated prematurely, obliterating most of their defensive positions.
Captain Red leaned against a sturdy rock, observing as the second, third, and fourth companies surged into the city once the first company secured the entrance.
"Captain Red reporting to base. Confirming successful entry of all companies into the city. Proceeding with our mission," he communicated with clarity.
Ian and the stormtroopers of the first company promptly readied themselves, assuming a disciplined combat formation. With determination, they marched forward into the illuminated subway city, characterized by its absence of sky. Instead, the vast expanse was contained within the confines of towering stone columns that sprouted from the earth, sculpting a unique urban landscape.
In the midst of a local upheaval, the entire town came to a halt, as its residents sought refuge within the confines of tents and houses. Ian couldn't help but notice the disdain in the eyes of those who dared to venture onto the streets, their gazes filled with disgust toward the Stormtroopers. It was no surprise, really, considering these armored oppressors had mercilessly slain their fellow countrymen and were intent on obliterating their government.
Yet, Ian couldn't escape the weight of responsibility, as he played a part in their rebellion and aligning with the New Republic. The repercussions were now crystal clear as he and his company confidently pressed forward amidst the eerily empty streets. Their relentless advance brought them to the government building, where they swiftly breached the doors and apprehended those who, dignified in their acceptance of the impending downfall, stayed within.
"The Capital has fallen, and with it, the government. Our mission to quell any remaining resistance shall proceed without delay." Captain Red said into his communication device.
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Record of the Sullust Planet Conquest
Imperial Forces:
4,461 Stormtroopers lost their lives.
10,001 Stormtroopers sustained injuries.
Sullustan Army:
20,345 soldiers of the Sullustan Army perished.
4,126 New Republic soldiers perished.
41,496 Sullustan police officers perished.
114,381 enemy combatants, be they wounded, killed or captured among the civilian population.
In the report submitted by the Stormtrooper Corps to the General Staff, it was noted that the planet Sullust was defended by a modest professional army, fortified by local law enforcement and a voluntary militia. The performance of New Republic soldiers was considered irrelevant to mention, given their limited involvement in combat operations as they belong to the New Republic fleet, rather than the New Republic army.
Analysis of the combat efficacy of Stormtroopers against the highly trained Sullustan army:
The formidable professional army of the Sullustan planet held the crucial duty of defending the intricate tunnel network that led to their cities. Equipped with advanced weaponry capable of inflicting significant damage on the Stormtroopers, they exhibited a commendable capacity for tactical and strategic warfare, capitalizing on their natural traits and effectively harnessing darkness as a potent weapon. In response, the Supreme General of the Stormtroopers implemented successful measures, equipping the vanguard companies with night vision helmets and empowering them with stun grenades specifically designed for combat against night-species..
Analysis of the combat effectiveness of Stormtroopers against the Sullustan militia:
The greatest challenge for the Stormtroopers came not from the Sullustan army's offensive capabilities, but rather from their implementation of guerrilla tactics and their ability to halt the Stormtrooper advance. Local law enforcement and civilian combatants became a substantial hindrance, overwhelming the Stormtrooper companies within a mere three hours of the capital's capture. In order to subdue the unrest among the civilian population, resorting to lethal force and mass arrests became necessary.
To effectively manage the mounting number of prisoners resulting from the suppression of the civilian rebellion, the establishment of temporary concentration camps was approved by the General Staff and Grand Moff Tanya Degurechaff.
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A week prior to the battle of Sullust,
Before me knelt Draneir, beseeching my forgiveness. Why? Well…. He detailed the events involving the Imperial Intelligence agent, recounting his treacherous surveillance and the bomb concealed within his own chest.
An overwhelming frustration welled up within me—not directed at Draneir, who had acted logically given the circumstances, but rather towards Imperial Intelligence itself. Their actions had revealed them to be traitors, not only eliminating ISB agents but also attempting to spy on and assassinate influential members of the Empire.
Glancing at the time, I noted the early hour of six o'clock, finding no justification for punishing Draneir or viewing his actions as wrongdoing worthy of seeking forgiveness. He had acted out of reasoning, or so it seemed.
No, not reasoning.
He had acted out of selflessness, choosing what was most advantageous for me. It was a kind of irrationality that perhaps I would have scoffed at in my former existence, yet now I relished in it. I found solace and satisfaction in knowing that someone placed their own well-being beneath mine.
"Draneir, rise," I ordered.
Draneir appeared crestfallen and bewildered, but he obeyed, rising to his feet. I embraced him, as a gesture of personal gratitude.
"I thank you for your unwavering loyalty."
Confusion clouded Draneir's countenance when I released him from the embrace.
"Now, make your way to the ship's medic, Draneir. Allow them to identify and remove the device externally. I have matters to attend to, but your loyalty is deeply appreciated. You cannot fathom how much it means to me, truly."
Two hours later, following the intense conversation between Draneir and Tanya, the General Staff convened within a prominent chamber aboard the mighty vessel Perseverance. Tanya, driven by her unwavering determination, had diligently restructured her armies and fleets, assigning capable leaders to specific domains and urging them to self-organize efficiently.
Attendees at this critical meeting included prominent figures in commanding positions:
- Hans Model, the esteemed Supreme General overseeing the Stormtroopers' entire force.
- Cassio Tagge, holding the esteemed title of Supreme General, entrusted with leading the Imperial Army.
- Garrik Trier, the esteemed Supreme Admiral responsible for commanding the vast Navy.
- Lam Hui, the esteemed Director of Imperial Intelligence within the extensive Super Sector.
- Ranio Resuci, entrusted as the eminent Director of ISB within the same Super Sector.
It was vital to note that these ranks and responsibilities solely pertained to the South Galactic Super Sector, where Tanya Degurechaff dedicated her relentless efforts to battle and organize forces. Within this realm, it functioned almost as an autonomous entity, distinct from the Regent Council or the Moff Council's jurisdiction.
However, in the present gathering, only Garrik Tier, Cassio Tagge, and Hans Model were present. Meanwhile, Tanya was engaged in a separate conversation with Ranio Resuci, the diligent overseer of the ISB in their territorially assigned domain.
"Resuci, as I've elaborated throughout this extensive meeting, the treacherous Imperial Intelligence has been conspiring against our empire amidst these days of mayhem and devastation. They have targeted ISB agents for assassination and made attempts on the lives of my most loyal men. That's precisely why I must confer with you— to retaliate against the Imperial Intelligence Agency swiftly and resolutely," Tanya fervently explained.
Deep within this fierce man, whose effeminate appearance defied societal norms, surged an overwhelming rage. His long hair cascaded freely, complemented by clean-shaven cheeks. The conventional distinctions between masculinity and femininity were almost unfathomable to him.
"When I forewarn Coruscant, it will incite a cataclysmic civil war," Resuci stated grimly. "This invaluable information, as much as I yearn to expose it, must remain clandestine. Its revelation would fracture the Empire, tearing it asunder."
Tanya locked eyes with Resuci, her tone resolute yet tempered with admiration. "That's precisely why I've sought you out, Resuci. You possess reason and compassion unparalleled. You regard our citizens as sentient beings rather than mere digits, all while maintaining unwavering efficiency. Your character embodies goodness and effectiveness. And it is this very reason that compels me to propose the following: let us purge the Imperial Intelligence from my jurisdiction, transferring all its operations and authority to the ISB."
Contemplating Tanya's words, Resuci drummed his finger on the table, his gaze fixated on the illuminated ceiling above.
"And how, pray tell, would we execute such a plan?" he inquired.
Resuci had always harbored a deep-seated distaste for Imperial Intelligence... This sentiment echoed throughout the entire ISB, as an unspoken consensus yearning for its immediate cleansing. Not only were the agents of Imperial Intelligence more inclined towards radicalization, but they were also prepared to annihilate entire planets to suppress any witnesses to their sinister operations.
"Can I rely on the unwavering support of the ISB? I don't merely seek their standard endorsement but rather their unequivocal commitment,"
"I lack the authority to unilaterally decide on behalf of the ISB. However, within your jurisdiction, I can wield the full might of the ISB and pledge my unreserved support."
Tanya nodded, acknowledging their accord.
"Indeed, our biggest obstacle lies in gathering sufficient evidence to substantiate the treasonous actions of Imperial Intelligence. This is where you come in..."
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Tanya and Resuci entered the room where the esteemed General Staff convened, settling themselves into their designated chairs. Glancing around, their eyes instinctively searched for the missing presence of the Imperial Intelligence officer. A slight unease began to permeate the air, gradually infecting the thoughts of all the men gathered as they delved into discussions about routine military and fleet restructuring operations.
Before long, the brewing concerns found a voice in Resuci, who tentatively addressed the room, "I don't mean to sound overly suspicious, but where is Lam Hui? The esteemed director of the South Galactic Super Sector?"
Tanya's surprise mirrored on her face, resonating with the rest of the General Staff, who immediately shared the apprehension that tinged the inquiry.
"ISB agents vanishing, the absence of the Super Sector Director," Garrik Trier voiced out, his tone laced with genuine worry. Hans Model sent a nod of agreement, his doubt mirroring that of the others present. However, it was Cassio Tagge who attempted to restore a sense of order amidst the mounting tension.
"We must bear in mind our esteemed status and refrain from speculating and accusing Imperial Intelligence without substantial evidence," Cassio Tagge interjected, his words carrying an air of rationality, aiming to quell any premature rumors.
Tanya, acknowledging the sentiment, nodded in agreement, lending her support to Tagge's stance.
"Yes, I concur with Tagge. Our focus should remain on the deployment of our troops and agents. We oversee a vast swath of the galaxy, encompassing over 30,000 inhabited planets, with over 5,000 of them loosely linked to the Rebellion. Time is of the essence, and we cannot afford to be caught up in baseless conspiracy."
As the intensity in the room heightened, Resuci, with visible jitters, struggled to contain his growing nervousness.
"Grand Moff Degurechaff," Resuci spoke with careful reverence, his words laced with a touch of apprehension. "I dare not question your wisdom, but please understand that Imperial Intelligence operates in ways beyond conventional comprehension. I recall a ghastly incident where they executed a chilling act—a mass poisoning of an entire planet—merely to eradicate witnesses of their clandestine operations."
The room grew heavy with tension, the air thickening as Tagge engaged in a heated debate with the assembled staff. Tanya, sensing an opportunity to lend her voice to the discourse, subtly aligned herself with those questioning the peculiar absence of the head of Imperial Intelligence.
Gently withdrawing her holo-communicator from her pocket, Tanya embarked on a relentless campaign of trying to reach Lam Hui, but her efforts met with utter silence. The absence of his response only deepened the sense of unease within the room.
"Perhaps it would be prudent," Tagge declared, rising from his seat, "to relocate ourselves. Any chamber will suffice for our troop deployment meeting, and it might serve us well to alleviate any burgeoning paranoia."
As if fate acknowledged Tagge's words, the very table around which they had gathered erupted in a cataclysmic explosion, sending debris flying in every direction. Alarms blared throughout the Perseverance, their piercing wails announcing danger and chaos.
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Deep within the eerie catacombs of Eriadu, Lam Hui stood before the menacing gaze of two Death Troopers, his body restrained and tormented.
"Have we extracted the false confession?" one Death Trooper inquired, peering at his comrade. With a silent confirmation, he raised his pistol and swiftly fired, ending the man's life with a single bolt to the head.
"And what of the false flag attack?" the other Death Trooper inquired, eager for an update.
"Recent reports indicate that every member escaped unscathed, escaping with only minor injuries," came the response. "Official investigation revealed a malfunction in the bomb, hence the survivors. The media will love it."
"Very well," the trooper replied grimly. "In accordance with Lady Tanya's orders, we must summon all Death Troopers stationed in the South Galactic Supersector to eradicate Imperial Intelligence. This is our duty."
"But will anyone believe us?" a flicker of doubt lingered in the trooper's eyes.
"Those who remain loyal to Isard will dismiss it, but the majority, who have grown weary of her excesses, will see this as a grave overreach. Even if for this time it wasnt her," the trooper explained confidently. "They will rally against her and take action."
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Across the vast expanse of the southern galaxy, the ruthless Death Troopers of Imperial Intelligence united with Stormtroopers, were relentlessly pursuing and eliminating all known operatives within the Imperial Intelligence jurisdiction. A decree, signed by the surviving members of the General Staff and the esteemed Grand Moff Tanya von Degurechaff, exposed a treacherous plot orchestrated by Lam Hui to seize power and establish a warlord faction independent of the Empire.
This damning revelation resonated with officers across Imperial Intelligence, as well as with the Death Troopers, affording undeniable evidence that this ill-fated operation was the handiwork of a conniving Intelligence agent whose ambitions had spiraled out of control.
However, the chaos unfolding in the southern regions remained unbeknownst to the bustling streets of Coruscant. Only Imperial Intelligence realized the gravity of their vanishing agents and severed connections throughout the galactic south.
When Yssane Isard, the shrewd manipulator, caught wind of this dire situation and voiced her concerns, her cries fell upon deaf ears. Not even the Council of Regency, under her sway, paid heed to her pleas.
Imperial Intelligence had become an object of profound detestation throughout the Empire.
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In the dimly lit hospital room in the Perseverance, Tanya reclined on her bed, engrossed in the contents of the local newspaper. Beside her, Draneir lay motionless, his body still recovering from the effects of the anesthesia that had accompanied his recent surgery. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a familiar figure stepped inside — Max Grobelnel, the man who had recently approached Tanya, seeking to become her political advisor.
"Max Grobelnel?" Tanya inquired, her gaze meeting his.
With a subtle nod, Max responded and offered a slight bow of respect. "Indeed, it is I," he confirmed.
"While I appreciate your willingness to accept me as a political advisor, I believe this meeting could have been postponed, considering your fragile health condition," Max admitted, his smile betraying her renewed vigor.
"Only in death duty ends," Tanya answered, her voice laced with conviction. Seconds later she motioned for the medical staff to vacate the room, leaving only herself, Max, and the unconscious figure of Draneir. Although the latter could not actively participate due to his condition, his presence was felt.
"Have you perused the document delivered by the Stormtrooper?" Tanya inquired, her eyes fixed on Max.
Slightly leaning against the wall and crossing his arms, Max nodded in response. "Indeed, I have acquainted myself with its contents," he affirmed.
"The proposed reform plan is undeniably intriguing and, in certain aspects, acceptable," Max continued, his voice measured and thoughtful. "However, I suggest delaying the announcement of these reforms by two weeks. You may have overlooked some vital considerations that must be taken into account."
Tanya, intrigued by his perspective, leaned forward. "Enlighten me, esteemed academic," she entreated.
"First and foremost, your legitimacy is in question. You are relatively unknown, lacking the necessary recognition in both the imperial and civilian spheres to undertake such a venture. Before anything else, you must establish yourself as the esteemed Grand Moff. Now, moving on to my second point... Has anyone else reviewed this document besides yourself?"
Tanya nodded, subtly gesturing towards Draneir, who stood by her side.
"This is my trusted confidant and right-hand man, Belisarius Draneir."
Max sighed, clearly displeased.
"Someone other than your blind follower?"
Tanya's brows furrowed in disapproval, but she shook her head.
"Fine, then present this to the army. If you plan to impose your reforms upon everyone, at least secure the approval of the military. Because if you anger the masses and the army decides to eliminate you... well, haven't they already made an attempt?" He pointed at the scars.
"No, that was a treacherous conspiracy unrelated to my endeavors."
Max remained unconvinced, his eyes darting around as though anticipating another conspiracy lurking in the shadows, ready to strike him down.
"Regarding the legitimacy you mentioned earlier, it is you who claims I lack it. So tell me, how do you propose I gather enough credibility to advance my reforms?"
"Considering the Empire's militaristic nature, to gain the respect of the people and the officers, you must erase the stain of the Empire's defeat at Endor. My recommendation, if I may, would be to invade one of the New Republic's foundational planets. Tatooine presents an opportune and relatively simple target that would elevate your prestige. But this is merely my opinion, as I am not well-versed in military strategy."
Tanya retrieved her holographic galaxy map and activated it, revealing a comprehensive view of the stars. She swiftly marked the founding planets of the New Republic, her keen eyes searching for a more compelling target to bolster her reputation and, consequently, her legitimacy.
"Sullust." she said with a smile.
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The present.
Tanya surveyed the picturesque expanse of the planet Sullust from the confines of her opulent mansion within the Perseverance. Tonight, she had meticulously orchestrated a grand gathering, complete with a lavish spread of local Sullust cuisine prepared by the only one she trusted the most in this galaxy, Draneir. To Draneir, it appeared to be a thoughtful gesture, but Tanya perceived it as a calculated mockery.
Gradually, the esteemed guests began trickling in: Model, Tagge, Trier, and Resuci.
As wine glasses were filled and soft lighting enveloped the room, delectable dishes were presented, presenting an elegant contrast against the room's sleek gray, white, and black furnishings.
Conversations buzzed, and merriment filled the air as everyone indulged in the culinary delights and libations. Following the insidious terrorist threat orchestrated by the Imperial Intelligence, it had been decided that all future meetings would be held within Tanya's personal sanctuary, ensuring her keen vigilance to thwart any external intruders.
It was a testament of trust towards Tanya, a gesture she understood and appreciated, even though she and her personal Deathtroopers knew she had orchestrated the bombing that day.
"To the resounding success of Operation Pearl Harbor and the profound display of the Empire's unified strength," Tanya raised her glass, proposing a toast to the gathered company and the demise of the New Republic on this planet.
In unison, the guests raised their glasses, while Draneir diligently replenished platters as the feast progressed. Yet, as alcohol coursed through their veins, the casual discussions only growed and growed.
"Why is the Commodore serving and cooking? Why not a dedicated chef or servant. It is undignifying" asked Trier. Draneir did not answer and looked at me.
"The trust I place in him makes him the only person that I can trust for this. Besides, I can confidently declare that if he were to perish, I would cease to eat in fear of potential poisoning. It is by no means undignified; rather, it is an emblem of my complete faith in him," countered Tanya with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Laughter erupted from the quartet, their faces flushed with alcohol and elation over their triumphs.
"The woman in charge and the man playing the role of a devoted wife," chortled Trier, his ample belly shaking with mirth.
Once again, the room filled with raucous laughter, but it soon subsided, giving way to a bewildering silence that hung heavy in the air.
"Gentlemen," Tanya's voice broke the stillness, commanding attention.
"I must bring to your attention that in the coming week, I shall unveil a series of reforms within my Supersector for the betterment of the Empire and my governance. However... my newly appointed political advisor has cautioned me that your opinions may not all be favorable. In this time of unity and trust that we share, I humbly request that you read and provide your honest feedback on these reforms. My intention is not to cause any discomfort or discontent, but rather, to learn from your perspectives and rectify any potential flaws you may identify."
In an instant, the atmosphere turned palpably tense. The joviality faded, and the distinguished guests, now transformed into honorable generals, admirals, and civil servants, sat upright, ready to engage in a different kind of discourse.
Draneir methodically cleared the plates, leaving only the wine bottles and glasses in their wake. Moments later, he reemerged carrying tablets containing the proposed reform. Each member of the General Staff immersed themselves in its contents, studying every detail with fervor.
Soon, a revelation dawned upon them all. The Imperial they had willingly chosen to serve, when she formed the General Staff, was an ardent reformer. Not just any reformer, but an exceedingly radical one.
The individuals in that room, handpicked by Tanya herself, shared a common trait. They were the embodiment of rationality, possessing an uncanny ability to uncover the Rebellion's shortcomings while maintaining unparalleled efficacy in their work.
Hans Model, a seasoned General in the Stormtrooper Legion, had been among the first to face the formidable Rebel forces head-on. Despite achieving a hard-fought victory, he dedicated years to study Rebel and local combat tactics on various planets, vowing never to suffer another tactical or strategic defeat.
Cassio Tagge, a renowned General, stood out for his penchant for logic and opposition to the Death Star, primarily due to logistical and military considerations. In comparison to his peers, Tagge favored rationalism and contemplation as methods of action. His aversion to politics further endeared him to Tanya.
Garrik Trier, an Admiral, had devoted himself to analyzing the modus operandi of the Rebellion since its inception and formulating effective countermeasures against their insurgency. Eccentric in nature and notably extravagant in his tastes, Trier's expensive methods yielded impressive results.
Lastly, Resuci served as the ISB director. Uncharacteristic of other ISB agents, he had successfully pacified problematic planets without resorting to excessive military force or deploying fleets. This achievement alone made him an invaluable asset in Tanya's eyes.
Cassio Tagge broke the silence, offering his initial comment.
"As a military officer, it is not my prerogative to delve into your proposed reforms. However, I find most of them acceptable. I must, however, emphasize my reservation concerning the inclusion of aliens in our ranks. This is not due to any xenophobic sentiment, but rather the logistical implications. The Empire has traditionally relied on human recruits to form its army and navy. Considering this, in order to avoid the inevitable logistical challenges, I propose that alien species be given the choice between paying higher taxes or engaging in civilian service, rather than joining the military."
His statement hung in the air, while Model and Trier nodded their tacit agreement.
Seeking unfiltered opinions, Tanya candidly expressed, "I implore each of you to speak freely, without reservation. The weight of this decision necessitates an abundance of relevant information, and I genuinely value the input of this esteemed staff."
Unease gripped Model and Trier, both straining to withhold their remarks. However, Resuci, the unexpected voice of reform, interjected.
"As a fellow reformer, I understand the compelling significance of these measures for the current circumstances. However, I share Tagge's concerns."
Tanya arched her eyebrow in intrigue.
"I was under the impression that there were no reformists in the ranks of the ISB," she noted, indicating her surprise at Resuci's unexpected alignment.
Resuci, known for her straightforwardness, retorted, "Exercising restraint is wise when unsolicited opinions arise." Tanya acknowledged this with a gentle nod and shifted her gaze towards the remaining duo, awaiting their input.
"As the commanding General overseeing all Stormtroopers in the vast Galactic South, I stand in favor of temporarily excluding aliens from military service," Model declared, raising his hands as if to signify concession.
While carefully selecting her words, Trier expressed his thoughts, "While I hesitate to align completely with the prevailing sentiment, my colleagues have echoed my sentiments on this matter."
A weary sigh escaped Tanya's lips, her weariness becoming apparent. "Rest assured, the Army's requirements have been acknowledged, and your apprehensions will be duly considered," she assured them, rising from her seat and fetching more bottles of wine.
"Let us partake in the pleasure of fine wine once again," she proposed, attempting to lighten the atmosphere.
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With an array of empty wine bottles adorning the table, Tanya peered at the remnants left by her departed guests, her mind longing for activity. The throbbing sensation reverberating within her skull had nothing to do with the alcohol or the unfortunate news she had received, for it had actually been a day filled with positive tidings.
"This marks merely the initial phase," Tanya mused aloud, grappling with the daunting reality. "The most distressing part is that this is just the beginning. The Rebels naively believed that the destruction of the second Death Star signified the end."
A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she sank back into her chair, contemplating her existence against the backdrop of infinite space.
"But alas, this is merely the beginning."