The Vasari army surged over the shattered remains of Scipio's capital ring fortress like a tide. They advanced over still-smoking tank wrecks and Imperial Stormtrooper corpses, cold and merciless, without the slightest pause.
Charred armor plating crunched beneath their feet. Their nano-scale armor reflected the firelight still glowing through the smoke, and every pair of dynamic eyes precisely locked onto remaining firing positions. Triple neural reflexes and dynamic vision allowed them to aim and fire even while moving at high speed in irregular patterns.
If the Kaminoan clone troopers of the former Galactic Republic had perfected tactical discipline and teamwork, then the Vasari had pushed individual combat power and biological weaponization to the terrifying pinnacle of civilization.
Though Vasari warriors did not possess the absurd physical qualities of Indjori warriors, their individual combat capabilities had still reached the highest level in the Milky Way Galaxy. More frighteningly, they might not like talking about tactics, but that did not mean they did not understand them. The combination of such terrifying individual fighters and group tactical capability had created a dreadful army.
Moreover, this army had begun preparing long ago. With the Muuns' guidance, the Vasari's exceptional genetic technology had made genetic-level adjustments according to Scipio's terrain and temperature.
This army fought on Scipio as though it were even more familiar than its own home ground.
One million Vasari troops landed at forty landing zones across Scipio, swiftly crushing the Imperial Army's defenses. This legion did not even need armored vehicles. Their own firepower alone was enough to overturn Imperial heavy vehicles, including AT-AT walkers. The individual plasma armor-piercing cannons carried on Vasari warriors' shoulders could penetrate an AT-AT's outer armor.
More than three million troops stationed on Scipio were swiftly and completely routed.
The Galactic Empire Army had long lost the