"GR-75 medium transport 2023M09D13L, emergency landing approved. Power down your deflector shields immediately and submit to our supervision."
"2023M09D13L copies. Deflector shields powering down now. Our highest respects to your side!" / "Mythosaur Squadron, all personnel: check your gear."
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"GR-75 medium transport 2023M09D13L, maintain your current altitude. Tractor-beam lock in progress."
"2023M09D13L copies. Holding altitude. Standing by for tractor lock."
"GR-75 medium transport 2023M09D13L, tractor-beam lock complete. Shut down your sublight ion engines and proceed into the berth under tractor guidance."
"2023M09D13L copies. Sublight ion engines shutting down now. Accepting your tractor pull." / "Mythosaur Squadron, take your positions. Three-minute countdown."
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"GR-75 medium transport 2023M09D13L, welcome to Cloud City. Open your hatches and submit to our boarding inspection."
"2023M09D13L copies. Opening hatches now. Thanks again—may the Force..." / "Dragonclaw Team: move when you hear static in your earpieces. Comms jammer: full-band barrage mode—online. Max power."
Bzzzz—
The sudden blast of noise in the headset made Billy Williams bare his teeth, frown hard, and shiver from head to toe. The wind on the platform was strong, and he'd just cranked his earpiece to maximum volume. In the next second, a blue ring of light was already screaming toward him.
In the blink of an eye, squads of Mandalorian warriors poured out of the GR-75's open belly cargo bay. The dockside point-defense laser cannons—pre-aimed at the ship's cockpit and its twin laser turrets—didn't even have time to traverse before they were "called out" one by one and blown apart by micro-missiles launched from the Mandalorians' back units. From Billy Williams downward, every official and worker in the port-zone—administrators, dockhands, emergency crews, security—was dropped by blaster fire and stunned unconscious.
The nightmare playing out on the monitors froze the duty operator in front of the screens. After staring, slack-jawed, for several long seconds, he finally found his voice:
"A-ah—AAH!!! Attack! Attack! Signal Corellia (star chart coordinate: M-11)! Cloud City is under pirate assault!"
"Observation post reporting: all six turbolaser emplacements near this berth have been removed by Dragonclaw Team. Dragonclaw Team is now pushing into Cloud City."
"Copy. Maintain observation."
Under the indiscriminate suppression of a high-power, full-band comms jammer, every wireless and long-range transmitter near Cloud City was rendered useless. However, hardline communications—fiber and superconducting cable networks—were unaffected. Cloud City's internal wired network remained operational, as did the GR-75's internal shipboard comms.
With the turbolaser threat near the berth eliminated, the captain of the GR-75—callsign Mythosaur—Michael Saxon, immediately ordered engineering to restart the sublight ion engines and begin recharging the deflector shields. By the time Cloud City's alarms began to wail, the GR-75 was already ready. It pulled away from the berth and advanced toward the domed urban district.
There are places where you absolutely cannot cheap out—and the Fieg family apparently never understood that. Lord Fieg believed that since Cloud City had a city-grade deflector shield generator, then the turbolasers and blaster cannons mounted on the city's dome, under the umbrella of that city-grade shield, didn't need their own individual emplacement shields.
There are places where you absolutely must spend—and Max Vizsla understood that perfectly. Who cared if reconstruction cost more afterward? If you didn't take the city, it was never going to be yours. Max had already instructed Michael Saxon: clear every threat along the ship's path.
And now, from the GR-75 berth to the highest point of Cloud City's comm tower, those expensive turbolaser and blaster cannon emplacements were being "called out" and destroyed one by one by the GR-75's two weak-bite twin laser cannons mounted underneath.
"We're above the administrative district. Dragonhorn Team—go!"
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"We're above the communications tower. Dragonfang Team—go!"
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"Observation post reporting: two green signal flares were launched from Cloud City's comm tower. Dragonfang Team has it."
"Copy. Maintain observation."
So far, everything was smooth—no different from the VR drills. Even so, Michael Saxon didn't relax for a second. He stayed fully locked in, executing his coordination and command duties.
Once Dragonfang Team secured control of Cloud City's communications, Michael Saxon followed the plan. He ordered Electronic Warfare to shut down the jammer, then had Communications quickly rebuild a wireless network.
"Mythosaur Squadron, this is Mythosaur. All teams report status. Dragonfang Team."
"Dragonfang One reporting: Dragonfang Team has secured the information center. We control inbound and outbound comms for Cloud City. No casualties."
"Mythosaur copies. Transmit to Dragon's Nest immediately. Guide Shriek-Hawk Squadron to launch and lock down the airspace."
"Dragonfang One copies."
"Dragonhorn Team."
"Dragonhorn One reporting—(pew-pew)—Dragonhorn Team is advancing on the administrative center as planned. (Where's the top official?) (Everybody down—pew!) Resistance is weak. Progress is smooth. No casualties."
"Dragonhorn One reporting: urgent situation. Cloud City's top administrator, Billy Williams, is not at the administrative center. According to multiple captured—no, 'rescued'—officials, Billy Williams personally led a team to the port zone and is likely already stunned unconscious by Dragonclaw Team."
"Mythosaur copies. Continue advancing. Keep comms clear."
"Dragonhorn One copies."
"Dragonclaw Team."
"Dragonclaw One reporting," came Max Vizsla's voice over the channel—young, but steady. "Dragonclaw Team received assistance from Ugnaughts who have chosen to surrender. We have seized the power center ahead of schedule and secured control of the tractor-beam projector and repulsorlift generators. No casualties."
Unexpectedly, the real operation was even smoother than the VR drills. The reserve unit, Dragonbone Team, never even deployed. After taking the power center, Max Vizsla left Dragonclaw Team to hold it, and returned to the port zone with a three-man fireteam to search for the "welcoming" top administrator.
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Hnh—Billy Williams woke up.
"Oh, you're awake, honored Administrator Billy Williams."
"Damn you—pirates!" Billy Williams clutched his mouth and nose and cursed. Max Vizsla had woken him by pinching a pressure point under his nose.
"Hey, listen to you—pirates? Aren't we the security personnel you hired? Wasn't this operation something you arranged: a live-fire exercise to expose weaknesses in Cloud City's security?"
"You—!"
"If we were pirates, we'd have killed you and your colleagues, assaulted your wives and daughters, hauled off everything in Cloud City that could be carried, and burned whatever we couldn't take." He gave a low chuckle. "Do we look like those kinds of bad people?"
"N-no... you don't."
"See? Great minds think alike. I don't think we do, either."
"B-but Cloud City isn't my property. I'm just a p-professional manager."
"You're a professional manager. So am I. Contact Lord Fieg. Tell him that the 'Cloud City security manager' you personally hired—Sky Cloud—requests an audience for an important work report."
"Ah—ah? Y-yes, yes, yes! I'll contact him immediately!"
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PS: Mythosaur Squadron is an infantry unit roughly equivalent in size to a company. The squadron has four teams; a team is roughly platoon-sized; each team has four smaller sections; each section is built from three to four three-person fireteams.
PPS: Shriek-Hawk Squadron is a starfighter squadron roughly equivalent in size to a wing. The squadron has three fighter flights, each flight has four starfighters, and each flight is organized into two two-ship leader/wingman pairs.