Outside Mandalore, Thor's fleet exited hyperspace and entered Mandalore's atmosphere, preparing for an assault. However, they first needed to clear the ground with a bombardment to ensure a safe landing for their troop transports.
Beneath the low-hanging, thick grey clouds and stagnant air, all the New Mandalorians on the ground in Keldabe, the ancient Mandalorian capital, stared intently at the sky.
Then, the grey clouds were violently torn apart by four squadrons of Kom'rk-class fighter/transports.
Piercing alarms blared through the city as the Kom'rk-class fighters, like venomous hornets unleashed, buzzed forth from the sky, instantly filling the view. The blue exhaust flames from their engines carved countless deadly trajectories across the heavens.
A fleet of steel and destruction suddenly hovered over Keldabe, its oppressive presence like a physical hammer, striking hard at the hearts of every New Mandalorian who looked up.
On the cold, dimly lit bridge of the fleet's flagship, the "Iron Fist," Thor Vizsla stood before the massive viewport. His burly frame was encased in beskar armor, the Vizsla clan symbol on his shoulder plates gleaming in the light.
He gazed down at the planet below, a world that was about to be in his grasp, a world he considered already within reach.
He unconsciously caressed the cold metal hilt of the Darksaber at his waist.
Thor's lips curved into a cold, humorless arc, revealing his stark white teeth. He abruptly raised his hand, opening the fleet-wide broadcast channel. His voice, deliberately lowered but trembling slightly with fanaticism, like cold iron sand, instantly cut into the ground's public communication channels.
"Cowards of the New Mandalorians! Satine's lackeys! You cower beneath the glory of your ancestors, defiling Mandalore's blood-iron spirit with lies of peace! Look above you! This is the will of the Death Watch! The return of Mandalore's true bloodline!"
His voice suddenly rose, filled with fanatical brutality.
"Lay down your ridiculous toys! Surrender your armor, corrupted by peace! Kneel and pledge allegiance, and perhaps you can still cling to life as warriors in the new Mandalorian Empire! Otherwise..." He let out a low growl, "Steel and fire will cleanse this city of its shame!"
At the same time, in a temporarily converted command center in the heart of Keldabe, the atmosphere was equally tense. A large holographic projection floated in the center, showing their figures all over Keldabe's airspace.
"Just a chuunibyou."
Kort's lips curled downwards as he looked at the Kom'rk-class fighters on the holographic star map. Kort spoke, his voice not loud, but exceptionally clear and steady.
"Proceed as planned."
He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the communications officer.
"Let them in."
Then, he turned to a specific encrypted channel.
"Wraith Squadron, maintain stealth and silence. Await my signal."
Meanwhile, the ground artillery and anti-aircraft guns never stopped firing at the Kom'rk-class fighters.
"Our mission is to clear the ground! Create a landing zone for our brothers! Low-altitude sweep! Fire with laser cannons! Blow up all those rats on the ground!" a squadron leader shouted into the comms.
The laser cannons on the front of multiple Kom'rk-class fighters unleashed green energy beams, raining down like a storm, slamming into the positions fortified by the New Mandalorians. Concrete chunks and metal fragments flew everywhere, and explosions constantly erupted, temporarily suppressing several firing points and anti-aircraft guns.
However, Keldabe's defenders were not unprepared. Kort Vizsla's strategy of "letting them in" itself included a contingency plan for airborne threats.
Just as the Kom'rk fighters smugly made their second strafing run, pressing even lower, almost skimming the rooftops—
"Anti-aircraft teams! Open fire! Target low-flying enemy aircraft!" Hidden in the upper floors of ruined buildings, behind windows disguised as debris, and in carefully reinforced bunkers at street corners, the anti-aircraft teams, already on high alert, received the order.
Screech—screech—screech—!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Piercing shrieks and heavy explosions erupted simultaneously!
"Missile lock! Evasive! Evasive now!" The Kom'rk pilots' startled shouts were instantly drowned out by the explosions.
Boom! A Kom'rk that was strafing was hit by two portable missiles simultaneously. A violent explosion instantly engulfed the entire fuselage, and burning fragments scattered like fireworks, crashing down into the crowded ranks of Death Watch infantry below, triggering screams of agony.
Bang! Another had its engine hit by dense rotary blaster fire, spewing thick black smoke, and spun out of control, crashing into an already riddled building, perishing in a deafening roar.
Slash! A thick anti-aircraft laser beam accurately struck a Kom'rk attempting to climb, cutting it in half! The two sections of the fighter, trailing flames and electrical sparks, plummeted to the ground.
After some areas were temporarily secured, a portion of Death Watch paratroopers landed on the ground and began constructing defensive positions.
"Begin operations!" Kort commanded.
Silent death descended.
The unique stealth field of the Wraith fighters instantly disengaged!
No engine warm-up, no hum of energy charging—the moment stealth was broken, it was an assault of death!
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—!
Piercing shrieks tore through the air! Twelve Wraith fighters, like spectral assassins emerging from an interdimensional rift, dove down at incredible angles and speeds. The missiles and torpedoes slung under their wings trailed long white wakes, like the javelins of death, accurately targeting the hovering and low-flying Kom'rk-class fighter/transports.
Rumble—!!!
A series of earth-shattering explosions! Huge fireballs, mixed with twisted metal fragments and human remains, shot skyward. A large Kom'rk-class troop transport was directly hit in the midsection by two proton torpedoes, breaking in half. The burning wreckage rained down like fire on the Death Watch troops below.
"Enemy attack! Stealth fighters! Above!!!" The channel was instantly flooded with panicked and chaotic screams.
The Wraiths' fangs did not cease their tearing. A second wave of attacks followed swiftly, targeting the Kom'rk fighters still at high altitude, covering the strafing below. The Wraith fighters, with their superior maneuverability and suddenness, ghosted into the flanks and rear of the Kom'rk formations, their laser cannons spitting deadly green energy beams.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Boom! Boom!
One Kom'rk had its engine shredded by dense laser beams, spewing black smoke as it spun and crashed into a building, triggering a secondary explosion. Another attempted to climb and evade, but a Wraith fighter skillfully latched onto its tail, and a precise laser beam directly pierced the cockpit. The fighter instantly lost control, crashing into a gathered Death Watch formation on the ground, transforming into a consuming inferno of life.
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"Cowards of the New Mandalorians! Satine's lackeys! You cower beneath the glory of your ancestors, defiling Mandalore's blood-iron spirit with lies of peace! Look above you! This is the will of the Death Watch! The return of Mandalore's true bloodline!"
His voice suddenly rose, filled with fanatical brutality.
"Lay down your ridiculous toys! Surrender your armor, corrupted by peace! Kneel and pledge allegiance, and perhaps you can still cling to life as warriors in the new Mandalorian Empire! Otherwise..." He let out a low growl, "Steel and fire will cleanse this city of its shame!"
At the same time, in a temporarily converted command center in the heart of Keldabe, the atmosphere was equally tense. A large holographic projection floated in the center, showing their figures all over Keldabe's airspace.
"Just a chuunibyou."
Kort's lips curled downwards as he looked at the Kom'rk-class fighters on the holographic star map. Kort spoke, his voice not loud, but exceptionally clear and steady.
"Proceed as planned."
He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the communications officer.
"Let them in."
Then, he turned to a specific encrypted channel.
"Wraith Squadron, maintain stealth and silence. Await my signal."
Meanwhile, the ground artillery and anti-aircraft guns never stopped firing at the Kom'rk-class fighters.
"Our mission is to clear the ground! Create a landing zone for our brothers! Low-altitude sweep! Fire with laser cannons! Blow up all those rats on the ground!" a squadron leader shouted into the comms.
The laser cannons on the front of multiple Kom'rk-class fighters unleashed green energy beams, raining down like a storm, slamming into the positions fortified by the New Mandalorians. Concrete chunks and metal fragments flew everywhere, and explosions constantly erupted, temporarily suppressing several firing points and anti-aircraft guns.
However, Keldabe's defenders were not unprepared. Kort Vizsla's strategy of "letting them in" itself included a contingency plan for airborne threats.
Just as the Kom'rk fighters smugly made their second strafing run, pressing even lower, almost skimming the rooftops—
"Anti-aircraft teams! Open fire! Target low-flying enemy aircraft!" Hidden in the upper floors of ruined buildings, behind windows disguised as debris, and in carefully reinforced bunkers at street corners, the anti-aircraft teams, already on high alert, received the order.
Screech—screech—screech—!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Piercing shrieks and heavy explosions erupted simultaneously!
"Missile lock! Evasive! Evasive now!" The Kom'rk pilots' startled shouts were instantly drowned out by the explosions.
Boom! A Kom'rk that was strafing was hit by two portable missiles simultaneously. A violent explosion instantly engulfed the entire fuselage, and burning fragments scattered like fireworks, crashing down into the crowded ranks of Death Watch infantry below, triggering screams of agony.
Bang! Another had its engine hit by dense rotary blaster fire, spewing thick black smoke, and spun out of control, crashing into an already riddled building, perishing in a deafening roar.
Slash! A thick anti-aircraft laser beam accurately struck a Kom'rk attempting to climb, cutting it in half! The two sections of the fighter, trailing flames and electrical sparks, plummeted to the ground.
After some areas were temporarily secured, a portion of Death Watch paratroopers landed on the ground and began constructing defensive positions.
"Begin operations!" Kort commanded.
Silent death descended.
The unique stealth field of the Wraith fighters instantly disengaged!
No engine warm-up, no hum of energy charging—the moment stealth was broken, it was an assault of death!
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—!
Piercing shrieks tore through the air! Twelve Wraith fighters, like spectral assassins emerging from an interdimensional rift, dove down at incredible angles and speeds. The missiles and torpedoes slung under their wings trailed long white wakes, like the javelins of death, accurately targeting the hovering and low-flying Kom'rk-class fighter/transports.
Rumble—!!!
A series of earth-shattering explosions! Huge fireballs, mixed with twisted metal fragments and human remains, shot skyward. A large Kom'rk-class troop transport was directly hit in the midsection by two proton torpedoes, breaking in half. The burning wreckage rained down like fire on the Death Watch troops below.
"Enemy attack! Stealth fighters! Above!!!" The channel was instantly flooded with panicked and chaotic screams.
The Wraiths' fangs did not cease their tearing. A second wave of attacks followed swiftly, targeting the Kom'rk fighters still at high altitude, covering the strafing below. The Wraith fighters, with their superior maneuverability and suddenness, ghosted into the flanks and rear of the Kom'rk formations, their laser cannons spitting deadly green energy beams.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Boom! Boom!
One Kom'rk had its engine shredded by dense laser beams, spewing black smoke as it spun and crashed into a building, triggering a secondary explosion. Another attempted to climb and evade, but a Wraith fighter skillfully latched onto its tail, and a precise laser beam directly pierced the cockpit. The fighter instantly lost control, crashing into a gathered Death Watch formation on the ground, transforming into a consuming inferno of life
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