2770, The Fall of Dantooine
By now, the Galactic Empire's formation had completely collapsed. Three Aquatens-class cruisers exploded one after another under the bombardment of Neutron Rapid-Fire Cannons, their wreckage scattering in every direction.
Much of the transport fleet had also been destroyed, while the survivors fled in all directions. Desperate to escape this terrifying hell of slaughter, they activated their hyperdrive engines one after another in an attempt to leave. But this only further disrupted the hyperspace fluctuations, leaving all of them unable to enter hyperspace.
Amid the chaos, many transport ships even collided with one another, causing even greater confusion and casualties.
"No! No!! What exactly happened? Why are Separatist capital ships here?!" In Dantooine's ground command center, Lieutenant General Zell Johnson stared despairingly at the chaotic scene in space, his face deathly pale.
"I don't know... We have no idea at all..." The Chief Operations Advisor beside him also looked grim. "Our hyperspace outposts have not detected any capital-ship-level hyperspace fluctuations recently. Besides... if they had truly made a forced jump, the hyperspace turbulence would have become so severe that travel would have been impossible. Separatist transport would have been cut off for days. There's no way we wouldn't have known!"
"The question now is, what do we do?" Zell Johnson growled furiously. "Our reinforcements! Our supplies! They were all up there! What are we going to eat? What are we going to drink? What are we going to use for those artillery pieces?!"
"General, now that things have come to this, we can only contract our defensive line and continue strengthening Khoonda City's defenses," the Chief Operations Advisor said. "We absolutely cannot lose Khoonda City's industrial district. It is our final supply point."
"Khoonda City's defenses? You mean that defensive line Vels, that idiot, ruined until