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In orbit of Tannas.

Operation Blackout.

19 November 3748 AD.

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The T70 X-wing fighters, darted through the vast expanse of space with precision.

Led by Major Juno as the Ignis Leader, the Ignis squadron engage the S-foils, made the wing splits, showing the 'X' shape it now famous of.

They then swiftly engaged the enemy Blade Wing fighters.

The Blade Wing fighters, although bigger in size, lacked the nimbleness and superior power of the X-wings. Their sluggish movements and weaker firepower put them at a disadvantage.

The X-wing pilots expertly exploited this vulnerability, utilizing their advanced targeting systems and rapid-fire blasters.

Amidst the chaos of the battle one X-wing catch the most attention, its Juno's customized red-colored X-wing. One can see her determined expression as she deftly maneuvers through the chaos.

Juno's hands grip the controls with precision, her eyes focused on the target ahead.

The heads-up display inside her cockpit provides vital information, displaying enemy positions, shield status, and targeting data. The red glow from the console panels bathes her face in an intense light.

With practiced skill, Juno engages in a high-speed dogfight, outmaneuvering the slower and bulkier Blade fighters. Her X-wing responds swiftly to her commands, banking and rolling with remarkable agility. She effortlessly dodges enemy laser fire, using her ship's superior speed and maneuverability to her advantage.

As she closes in on a Blade fighter, Juno's gloved hand tightens on the trigger. Laser cannons unleash a devastating barrage, their vibrant red beams cutting through the space between the two vessels. The enemy fighter's shields flicker and buckle under the onslaught, unable to withstand the firepower of the Ignis Volantis fighters.

Explosions blossom in space as her lasers find their mark, sending enemy vessels spiraling out of control.

Amidst the dogfight, the Ignis squadron maintained their unity and coordinated attacks, maximizing their advantage.

Although some of the more skilled blade wing pilot successfully destroy some of the X-wings, In the end, the prowess of the T70 X-wings proved too much for the Blade Wing fighters.

The Ignis squadron emerged victorious, their superior technology, speed, and combat skills enabling them to overcome the enemy forces.

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Onboard the breaker's bridge.

"Our fighters have been decimated, sir. The Blade Wing is no match for those fighters."

The crewman reported, his voice devoid of expression, as he witnessed the shocking display before him.

The Blade Wings were renowned as one of the top starfighters in the Kingdom, rivaling many of their counterparts across various realms.

However, seeing them being decimated by these rebel's new starfighters sent a shockwave through his heart.

The realization that their once formidable force had been outmatched left him speechless, his voice stripped of any emotion.

As if its not enough, suddenly, a blinding light enveloped the bridge as one of the Crescent-class battlecruisers exploded under the relentless assault from the Consular and Arquitens ships, sending debris scattering in all directions. The shockwave rocked the remaining fleet, amplifying the atmosphere of fear and uncertainty.

"The chain has been destroyed!"

The crewman reported. Trying his best to stabilize his shaking hand while working on the console.

Captain Nusa clenched his teeth, a deep sense of dread gripping his heart. The weight of the situation pressed down on him, reminding him of the overwhelming odds they faced. In a tone filled with urgency, he issued the order, desperation lacing his words.

"Tell the remaining ships to withdraw. We must leave this place and regroup with the rest of the fleet. We will not accept this disgrace. We will find our vengeance."

The crew members exchanged anxious glances, their fear evident in their eyes. One of them spoke up, voicing their concerns.

"But sir! Our hyperdrive is only at 20% due to the enemy's relentless attack. We will be thrown out of hyperspace the moment we entered it!"

Captain Nusa's face reddened with frustration and anger. His voice thundered through the bridge, his veins pulsating with the intensity of the moment.

"Do as I tell you! We would rather be stranded and live than perish here! We will find a way to survive!"

Reluctantly, the crew members carried out Captain Nusa's orders. The sense of dread hung heavy in the air, only their survival instincts propelled them forward.

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"The enemy's attempt to retreat, Commander,"

an attendant reported from his console. Valeria nodded and spoke with resolve.

"Our time for testing has come to an end. We have explored the full range of offensive and defensive capabilities of our new ships. Now it is time to bring this battle to a close."

She paused for a moment, relishing the dramatic sight of the remaining enemy ships fleeing the battlefield, desperately evading the relentless fire of her forces.

"Issue the order for all ships to cease the tests and annihilate the retreating enemy."

"Lets end it so we can began the planetary invasion."

She commanded and so the final assault for the broken enemy fleet began.

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As the Ignis Volantis fleet closed in on the retreating Royal Fleet, their turbolasers and ion cannons unleashed a devastating barrage upon the remaining enemy ships.

The vast power of the turbolasers tore through the void of space, their crimson beams cutting through the darkness with deadly precision.

One by one, the Crescent-class battlecruisers of the Royal Fleet succumbed to the overwhelming firepower of the Ignis Volantis Task Force.

The Holder.

The Taker.

The Giver.

All destroyed in briliant white light explosions.

The Breaker is all that remain.

Despite the valiant efforts of the crews onboard, the superior weapons of the Ignis Volantis proved to be too much to overcome.

The turbolaser blasts pierced through shield, tearing apart the hulls of the The Breaker, while ion cannons disrupted their systems, leaving them defenseless and adrift in the chaos of battle.

The scenes played out like a merciless symphony of destruction. The once mighty vessels of the Royal Fleet, symbols of their power and authority, were reduced to floating wreckage in the vastness of space.

Valeria watched from the bridge of the Solis Aeternus, her eyes focused on the devastation unfolding before her. She felt a mixture of satisfaction. Satisfaction in the success of her mission, in the superiority of her fleet's firepower.

"This is for you, mom."

She murmured silently. Remember her mother that died by the hand of the pharahans. And now, they died by her hand.

Oh, what a sweet victory.

She thought

As the last remnants of the Royal Fleet Vessel The breaker become ruble, she issued one final command.

"Cease fire. Let the wreckage bear witness to the arrogance of Pharahans. Their fleets had been destroyed. We have prevailed."

The weapons fell silent, the echoes of destruction fading away into the depths of space.

The Ignis Volantis Task Force emerged victorious.

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"Issue the order for the planetary invasion to begin. Let's move to the next phase."

The fleet move as close as possible to the planet's atmosphere, positioning themselves for the imminent assault.

The two Venator-class Star Destroyers took center stage, their large upper doors opening wide to unleash dozens of LAAT/Is and LAAT/Cs, carrying troops, walkers, and various other vehicles. Squadrons of X-wings provided crucial protection and air support for the invasion forces.

The dropships descended gracefully from the hangar bays, their engines roaring as they pierced through the planet's atmosphere

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The hyperbeacon is surrounded by military base that housed the garrisoned soldier.

The area encompased several square kilometers so they have a decent size defense. Including AA-gun.

So, to eliminate that defense the X-wings swooped down upon the military base.

The air was filled with the distinct hum of their engines as they executed precise maneuvers, their laser cannons blazing with deadly accuracy.

The defenders of the base could only watch in sheer panic as the X-wings targeted their artillery turrets, the vital line of defense protecting the landing party.

The turrets, designed to repel enemy assaults, were now under a relentless assault themselves.

Explosions ripped through the air as the X-wings destroy or disabled one turret after another, rendering them useless and throwing the defenders into disarray.

Inside the base, alarm klaxons blared, and soldiers scrambled to man their positions.

The chaotic sounds of boots pounding against the floor echoed through the corridors as they desperately tried to organize a defense against the overwhelming X-wings assault.

When they heard that the fleet in orbit has been decimated, the only thing the commander of this installation could do was to inform the capital and try to hold the base, hoping for reinforcement, no matter how small that chance may be.

"Man those gunner! Dont let them destroyed all of our defense!"

Captain Kussi ordered, as chaos unfolded around him. His voice filled with urgency.

The ground shook from the relentless attacks of the X-wings, and the soldiers did their best to man the turrets and unleash a barrage of firepower at the nimble starfighters.

The X-wings weaved through the anti-aircraft fire, their skilled pilots employing evasive maneuvers to evade the incoming projectiles.

Laser fire erupted from the turrets, creating a web of deadly energy in an attempt to bring down the agile X-wings.

However, the X-wings proved to be elusive targets, dancing through the storm of enemy fire with incredible finesse.

Despite their valiant efforts, even manage to destroy one or two atacker, the defenders could not keep up with the X-wings' relentless assault.

The turrets fell silent, consumed by the flames and smoke of destruction. The once-mighty defensive line was reduced to wreckage, leaving the soldiers disheartened and the base vulnerable to the impending ground forces.

Captain Kussi's heart sank as he witnessed the crumbling defense. The communication lines crackled with urgent messages, relaying the dire situation and pleading for immediate support from other side of the base.

Meanwhile, the X-wings continued their strafing runs, causing chaos and panic among the defenders.

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While the X-wings raided the enemy defense turrets, the landing party arrived at their designated location, a flat surface situated 2 kilometers west of the base.

The rebel cell from this planet, the 23rd Century, already waiting for them in the the landing zone. Armed and ready.

Inside the dropships, the troops braced themselves for the upcoming engagement, their hearts pounding with anticipation. The deafening sound of explosions and laser fire echoed through the air as the X-wings provided crucial air cover, skillfully maneuvering to evade the desperate enemy's counterattacks.

With precision and speed, the LAAT/Is and LAAT/Cs descended, deftly avoiding enemy fire as they established a secure landing zone. The ground beneath them quaked as the dropships touched down, their cargo doors opening to unleash a wave of determined soldiers onto the battlefield.

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Optio Abelus Calvus emerged from his landing craft, his gaze intense as he surveyed the surroundings searching for someone.

With his stern countenance and hardened military demeanor, Optio Calvus embodied the archetype of a battle-hardened warrior.

While General Alexios had suggested Tannas as the target for invasion, it was Calvus who had been chosen to plan and execute the overall mission.

As an Optio, a commanding officer responsible for ten or more Century divisions, he had embraced the responsibility wholeheartedly.

Amidst the bustling surroundings, where soldiers hurried in different directions to their assigned positions, a man approached Calvus. He was of average height, with brown skin.

"Optio Calvus. Vicarius Devan Bradlix reporting, sir!"

Devan saluted, and Calvus returned the salute with a nod.

"Are your century in their assigned positions, Vicarius?"

Calvus asked without breaking his stern expression. Devan replied promptly,

"Yes, sir! My century is in position on the left flank."

Calvus nodded in approval and stated,

"Good. It is your century's duty to search and destroy the beacon, so don't fail me."

His intense gaze locked onto Devan, who could only nod and gulp under the weight of Calvus' stare.

"Good. Now go and prepare your troops. I have other duties to attend to."

Devan gave a brief salute before turning to carry out his orders.

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Spreading out in strategic formations, the troops swiftly took positions, their weapons at the ready. The sight of the enemy base looming in the distance.

Alongside them, the LAAT/Cs descended, releasing their cargo of heavily armed walkers.

A dozen AT-TE walkers stood tall, their imposing figures armed to the teeth. These six legged armored behemoths were ready to unleash devastating firepower upon the enemy, their cannons primed and their crews prepared for battle.

The ground shook as the walkers hit the surface, joining the ranks of the troops who awaited their commands.

The landing party was now fully deployed and ready to engage the enemy forces on the planet's surface.

When all troops are in place, Optio Calvus gives the order to attack.

The battle had transitioned from the vast expanse of space to the treacherous terrain below, where victory would be fought for step by step.

Volley of laser and artilery fire surge forward from the their position.

The troops advanced, their movements synchronized as they pushed forward towards the enemy base.

Boomm!!!

Baaang!!!

The ground beneath their feet was torn apart by explosions, filling the air with dirt and debris. The thunderous roar of the walkers' cannons added to the cacophony of battle.

The enemy forces, caught off guard by the swift and coordinated assault, scrambled to defend their positions. The few remaini g turrets swiveled and fired, attempting to repel the advancing troops, but the accuracy of the AT-TE walkers' cannons and the precision of the soldiers' firepower proved overwhelming.

The royal troops utilized cover, taking advantage of the natural terrain and structures within the base to shield themselves from enemy fire.

Calvus, leading from the front, urged his soldiers forward, his voice amplified by a communication device.

"Press on! We must secure the objective and eliminate all resistance!"

The troops rallied behind his command, their determination unwavering as they fought with valor and skill. Laser bolts crisscrossed the battlefield, explosions illuminated the sky, and the air was filled with the shouts and cries of combat.

As the battle raged on, the soldiers faced fierce opposition. Enemy troops fought back fiercely, making their last stand within the confines of their base. But the determination of the invading force, combined with their superior numbers and firepower, gradually began to overpower the defenders.

The AT-TE walkers, their massive cannons pounding the enemy emplacements, wreaked havoc upon the defensive lines.

Turrets crumbled, structures collapsed, and the enemy's resistance faltered. The sheer devastation caused by the relentless assault demoralized the defenders, further tipping the scales in favor of the invading force.

Optio Calvus monitored the progress of his troops, issuing orders and adjusting tactics as necessary.

He assessed the battlefield, identifying weak points in the enemy's defenses and directing his forces to exploit them.

Despite the chaos and the ever-present danger, the troops pushed forward, inch by inch, determined to achieve victory.

The enemy base, once a formidable stronghold, now faced the relentless onslaught of the invading force.

The battle for the hyperbeacon installation had reached a critical juncture. The soldiers fought with unwavering determination, knowing that success meant not only achieving their objectives but also securing a vital foothold in the ongoing campaign.

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Optio Calvus stood inside his military tent with a couple of his aides, watching the holographic map displaying the military complex where his troops were engaged in the attack.

The map was filled with white dots representing his forces and a few scattered red dots symbolizing the enemy. The red dots were confined within their base, trapped and outnumbered.

Boom!

Pew!

Pew!

kaboom!!

The echoes of battle resounded in the vicinity, even within the confines of Calvus' tent.

Hours of meticulous guidance had allowed his troops to gain significant ground. Satisfied with their progress, Calvus decided to take a momentary respite and let the soldiers carry out their duties.

As he studied the holographic map on the table, he observed that only a few enemy strongholds remained.

It was only a matter of time until the last remnants of resistance were obliterated.

Boom!

Boom!

Another tremor reverberated through the ground. The intensity of the battle outside was escalating.

Shortly after, an officer entered Calvus' tent and delivered a report.

"Optio Calvus, Vicarius Devan and his Century troops had entered the hyperbeacon chamber."

Calvus maintained his serious expression, simply nodding in acknowledgement as the officer exited the tent.

It was now just a matter of time until they claimed victory and claim this planet.

Calvus thought to himself.