For now, when the Dark Whispers emerged at Alurion, they would see Brogan's vessel and escort, which had jumped before the main Alurion pacification group. Brogan's current flag, the Cloak, was stationed above Alurion's northern pole and a goodly distance away to appear as nonthreatening as a Star Destroyer could. The Valiant, the Nebulon-B, was above the Star Destroyer, acting as a long-range sensor vessel. The Dominator, Brogan's Carrack was at the equatorial line, keeping its distance as well.

Geoff Cole
Moff, Abrion Sector
Controlling Shareholder - Dorvalla Universal Corporation

The Alaskan Government's majestic C-3 passenger liner, the "Alsakan Star" descended from Hyperspace close to the edge of the Alurion System. Having been recently hauling agricultural specialists around the Raioballo Sector to help educate the locals to the more efficient methods of farming used in the Core it was well provisioned for the few dozen representatives onboard and had been serving more as a prestige symbol to convert the locals to buying the Coreward Farming Technology with its great size. It had not been chosen for its practicality in carrying twenty agricultural specialists and a few score containers of seed samples and agricultural equipment. Also onboard were a selection of rather bored journalists who had been embedded with the Alsakan Peace Corps.

It did, however, carry a Doctor (a rare sight in the Raioballo Sector) and several medical droids, and was thought to be able to render aid to Imperial Forces if needed, thus it had sped to Alurion as soon as news of the crushing of the Rebellion was declared. The Captain of the Vessel opened a channel to the Imperial Vessels "Imperial Vessels, this is the Alsakan Peace Corps vessel "Alsakan Star, we have aboard a good deal of medical and agricultural equipment, we would like to render such aid as may be afforded by us to the unfortunate supporters of the Empire on Alurion who have so recently been so poorly served by their rebel government."

Before he would have a chance to respond, Bella would speak again, her voice softer, unlike the tones Cal would have been used to hearing from the Captain. "You are the best fighter pilot there is, Major, and that is why I picked you to lead my squadrons." She said, though she knew he already knew that. "I would like for you to return from this mission with no further loss of life, including civilians if at all possible. Rebels included." Despite her position, sentient life was important to her, and the loss of it seemed pointless at this point.

"And if you do not return, well, I will not forgive you for it. Besides, I do not relish the idea of having to choose an arrogant prat right out of Academy to take your place."

Bella Nelia
Captain of the Impavid
The Galactic Empire

The moment General Horrace's shuttle landed on board the Wolfenstein, the vessel was prepped to head towards Alurion. Once the massive engines powered up to jump, Dax would proceed to the conference room where he'd meet with his ground leaders and discuss a plan with them. New Coronet was his only prime concern. Bring some stability to the capital, and you would have your planet back. Of course there were other areas that would need attention, but that would be handled in due time. As he and his ground commanders met, he'd brief them on the landscape of the planet; especially the terrain around New Coronet. Their missions were to find and take back the caches. Once they were found, they would be destroyed on site. As for the city itself, that was a simple fix. "We are going to drop a prefab garrison in 3 tactical positions." The tactical display would show where they would be dropped. It would create a triangle or what Dax would call the Imperial Sphere. It was from within this sphere where order and security would be restored. Each garrison would have it's objective. "Since I will be acception the formal surrender, our garrison would serve as the main one for the capital. Captain Nelia's would be from where the patrols would be stored and from there would proceed into either the city and/or to find the caches. It is from here... her Major would fly support for us." Now that was left was Captain Deamora. "Since the Captain has a history of blowing things to tiny pieces and showing little to no respect for officers... his will be the hospital for the city. Obviously we'd have security for it, but mainly it would be a medical facility. To show good will, we will allow Alurion doctors to work here and we will of course pay them their wage." It sounded like a solid plan, and with the final agreement, the room was emptied... all except for Dax.

When he was the only one, he opened up communication to Captain Nelia on his secure line. "Captain, I have a frago for you." Clearing his voice, her orders would be uploaded to her on terms of ground operations as he spoke. "Being uploaded to you is where you are to drop some troops and your prefab garrison. Your garrison will be in charge in terms of patrol organizations and flying support for us. Since your Major falls under your Chain of Command, he will obviously be yours to command. Though I will order that he be ready to fly at a moment's notice in the event that we find a weapons cache or if another riot were to break out." Once the upload was complete the same thing would happen to Captain Deamora.

"Captain... being uploaded to your computers is where you are to drop some troops and a prefab garrison." Horrace smirked a little as he spoke. "Since you brought these people to literally nothing, you will be the one that gives them back hope. Your garrison will be converted into a field hospital. Any supplies that you may need will be sent to Admiral Hines if we cannot get a hold of them ourselves." The orders finished uploading, but Horrace continued to speak. "You WILL authorize licensed Alurion doctors into this hospital to care for their people, and they will be paid their wages. By my orders, I will be accepting the surrender but also to do what I can for these people. So that is your role."

After that, he buzzed into the bridge. "How long?" He was answered with a muffle. "5 mikes." Horrace smirked.

The garrison went up in no time, the Commander on the ground looking over each of the Alurion medical staffs credentials and backgrounds personally before they where even allowed to set foot in the garrison. A few times already though a couple of those injured came in bearing injuries that appeared to be caused by other means than the orbital bombardment. A handful of others with more interesting backgrounds, including those that had worked with explosives where also detained as a precaution. The only medical staff on Level 9 being the Imperial Medics that came on the Dark Whispers. Each moment Ali'Zarin was being brought updates as the Dark Whispers orbited Alurion. Their sensors sweeping the system now as they would document the ships entering and leaving. It was tedious work, the kind that Ali'Zarin didnt enjoy. He sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest, knowing that if he even landed on the planet it could cause problems.

Imperial Navy
Alzarin Deamora
Black Ops Commander

As an officer, he could argue it would be his duty to point out the failings of another's troops, for their sake of their improvement. While he was not to make the change, it seemed General Horrace did. As soon as the man step foot on the deck of the hangar, the crew of the Dark Whispers snapped into shape damn quick, almost inexplicably. Then again, like him, General Horrace was known as man who got results. He thought over an argument that could be made against the Captain, but he resisted. Instead, in his always playful and light-hearted moments when alone with Bella, as he was now, he responded with a simple kiss on her forehead, which he had never done... and broke around ten lines of regulations, and was just as likely to be received well as it was with a knife to the groin more than likely. Regardless, he acted as if nothing unusual had occurred.

"Captain Nelia, you should know by now that I always accomplish a mission and every goal of it." he said with a smile, then proceeded to slide past her and into the hangar. "Chief!" he shouted as he leaned into the hangar, to the Chief Mechanic. "Yes, sir?" was the gruff response. "Outfit my squadron with the GT modification. And make sure Darcy's boys get a good mix of missiles, torpedoes, and bombs." he shouted. He popped back into the corridor with Nelia before the cuss-laden response could come. "Now, where were we?" he asked, with his famous cocky smile.

Major Cal Jackson
Commander of the 27th Imperial Fighter Squadron
Flight Operations Officer for the Star Destroyer Impavid

The orders from General Horrace came across the datapad she had in her hands when she exited the shuttle. While Cal shouted his orders, she responded to the General. "Yes sir. We are preparing troops now and are en route to the drop spot." She said before she cut the communication line and directed orders to her second in command on the bridge, Nigel DeSade. He would personally supervise the entry of the coordinates before the Impavid would drop into Alurions orbit and prepare to drop the ordered troops.

Her attention went back to Major Jackson when she heard his voice again. "You were preparing your fighters and we are en route to the drop. That is where we were, Major." She said briskly, though she was pretty sure that was not what he meant. Her gaze lingered for a moment and she cleared her throat briefly before she turned her attention to her datapad.

She started to turn and go to the bridge, but stopped and turned back to him for a moment. "Despite the fact that you stepped over the line back there, thank you for the support." She could have been talking about two things; the meeting wit Deamora or his little bout of affection in the hallway. Mostly it was the support with Deamora. It was hard being a female Captain in a dominantly male profession, but most of the time she refused to let it get to her. "Anyway, I expect you to keep a line open with the Impavid so that I can monitor your progress, and we will have a debriefing upon your return." Bella would leave it at that before she would turn to start for the bridge.

Bella Nelia
Captain of the Impavid
The Galactic Empire

Before long, the Wolfenstein would drop out of hyperspace with the rest of the vessels. The powerful engines would push the Star Destroyer into position above the planet where they would drop their troops and prefab garrison. The troop ships would rush from the underbelly of the Wolfenstein and the engines would thrust it into the planet, while behind it fell the prefab garrison. As the troops landed, they'd secure the area. And once the prefab garrison would drop in the location, it would be constructed quickly as security was pulled. Also to alert New Coronet of Imperial presence, Horrace would send 2 TIE fighters and a bomber over the city itself. The bomber was loaded with nothing but leaflets stating that help was here for New Coronet. Once the bomber dropped it's ordinance of leaflets, it along with it's TIE escorts would fly back up towards the Wolfenstein. Also heading towards the planet's surface would be the Imperial Rangers. They'd be dressed in ARC armor, all with black blood stripes painted on them and they were the ones that would be following up on leads of weapons caches. All while this was being done, the Wolfenstein would pull itself into tactical position itself above where it dropped the prefab garrison. The powerful weapons of the Star Destroyer were powered up and were ready to shoot at a moment's notice. A beacon was located around the areas of the prefab garrison, that way it would be an easy shot if the Wolfenstein needed to fire.

Once the garrison was set, communications were established with the Wolfenstein, alerting the Star Destroyer that it was ready to preform. The first orders were to no doubt get teams ready to move into New Coronet for their first presence patrol. Of course it would kick off once Captain Nelia was established on the planet herself. Watching the tactical display, Horrace nodded. "Inform Captain Nelia that I request Major Jackson to get ready to preform a flyby over New Coronet once she gets her patrols ready to move into the city." The message would be clear and would be sent. Operations on Alurion were kicking off.

The final shuttle cruised in to land close to the old post office to the west, it performed extensive scans as it landed to make sure the area was safe. From the shuttle climbed out Darren Wek, Alsakan Free Press and a pair of camera droids. "The devastation in the Capital, New Coronet, is astonishing." he recorded as he walked towards the shanty town which was built on the burned ruins "Much of the silicon in the top soil has been turned to glass, indicating a massive release of heat, official sources are quoting a local munitions explosion, although from our footage from above the pattern of destruction is consistent with turbolaser fire" his footage was relayed to the Cruise ship in orbit as he spoke, ensuring everything was backed up. He approached a group of dispirited men sitting at the top of the high street. "Darren Wek, Alsakan Free Press, do you have any message for the people of the Empire? What happened here?"