"According to the Galactic Empire Planetary Defense Force combat regulations, when a planet comes under external attack, defense fleet commands of different levels will respond based on the planet's defense rating. And Planet Disashi's defense rating..." Darth Malthael looked up at the sky, then lowered his gaze to the Imperial Army captain beside him.
"F-five..." the captain said tremblingly. "There are seven defense levels for Imperial planets. Level one is the highest, and level seven is the lowest. Planet Disashi... may have no strategic value, but it does possess mineral resources that can be used for military preparations, so it is... level five."
"Then we have another ten minutes." Beneath Darth Malthael's black cloak, the smile at the corner of his mouth looked sinister and terrifying.
A massive shadow appeared in the sky. It looked like a warship. Although it had entered the atmosphere, it had not descended.
Dozens of TIE/LN light fighters escorted more than a dozen LAAT/I assault transports as they flew over. Seeing the military base reduced to ruins, the TIE fighter pilots began circling through the air and space, trying to find the culprit responsible for it all.
The LAAT assault transports split into five formations, with five craft in each. At thirty passengers per craft, each formation carried 150 soldiers.
These Imperial Stormtrooper soldiers, clad in white composite armor, disembarked from the transports and began preparing to conduct a thorough search of the area.
"Looks like after fighting for several years, the Empire's troops have become rather well-trained," Darth Malthael said flatly.
He raised both hands and made a light grasping motion. The dozens of TIE fighters circling in midair suddenly seemed to be seized by an invisible force, freezing in place. The thrust of their engines battled against the invisible Force, and their cockpits