Drace Solus
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- Feb 15, 2019
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Coronet City, Corellia, 1531 local time
It was too late for Corellia to scrounge up any defense by the time the Mandalorian ships boomed out of hyperspace right above the planet. The squadrons of fighters that poured out of their hangars had put up a fight (and still were), but most of the drop ships had been free to deploy troops without worrying about being shot down. Drace had been in one of those ships mere moments ago, since he had not yet earned a basilisk.
Now, he stood outside the hangar they would be striking, staring up at the hulking creation of durasteel. It was, truth be told, just a big box, its architecture mostly utilitarian, if not a bit lazy. No ship was leaving because the massive door on the other side of the building had been shut and locked as soon as fighting began, all of the workers fleeing home while security stuck around inside the warehouse.
"Someone break the door down," he ordered over his shoulders to the complement of men he lead. He was, after all a Field Marshal. He would have torn the door down himself, but Drace wanted to save ammunition for the coming slaughter. A Marauder set up some breaching charges on it, then stepped back, nodding to Drace. "Blow it."
The explosion rocked the building and sent rubble flying inward, sharp pieces of metal cutting into the guards that had gotten too close. Drace charged forward, lifting his rifle and shooting down 3 men before the security inside even realized what was going on. After a brief firefight, the smoke cleared to an empty hangar, littered with corpses. None of his men had fallen, but he had not expected them to. They stood around for a moment, staring at the aftermath, but mostly scoping out the hangar to make sure everyone was dead.
It was massive, at least about a hundred meters on each side. The ceiling stretched up far above the ground, and the floor was littered with ships of all kinds, parked and dormant. Some had control panels open, with astromech droids shut off next to them, but their doors were all locked. Drace was standing about 50 meters away from the main entrance—the only possible entrance—staring at it while his men got to work. He was with a Marauder today, though he had not made much conversation with him. Truth be told, he wasn't sure his peacock companion could even speak.
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