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Invasion BLOOD GULCH | Bryn'adûl Invasion of SJC held Chalacta, Alee, Sarka & Roche

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BLOOD GULCH
Objective: Coagulation
Location: Burrower > Southwest Quadrant
Bryn'Bois: Keldothera Keldothera | Tathra Khaeus Tathra Khaeus | Kad Kad | Udomek Seker Udomek Seker | Sethrak Sethrak | Hrajlmak'Natok Hrajlmak'Natok |
Adversary: Auteme Auteme | Gir Quee Gir Quee | Laertia Io Laertia Io
Equipment: Triad | Armour | Shredder | Bryn Shot |

Galak's arm shot up like a oak branch held down by rope, snapping free from restriction as the wreckage of the Gunboat tipped over; Galak throwing the loose deployment hatch from his side. He rose into the flaming combat around them, Triad in one hand and Shredder in the other. Fire rippled overhead as a burning Gunboat crashed into the ground just beyond his own wreckage, crushing strange combat droids that mimicked human form and various other soldiers of the Concord.


"Heavies, to me!" The Juggernauts, even amongst this hellfire needed no call to action.

Quilxyn Protectors deployed in the hundreds from the interiors of the Gunboats, deploying to provide shielding from the elements for their various forces - rendering most of not all elemental weapons inert for the time being. They had remembered the harsh colds of the elements when the Jedi turned the sky against them on Yurb. Galak made the push as metal and flesh were blown apart on both sides, potholes of flesh and bone, scrapped red metal armour lying in shreds around them as the Warlord spearheaded the forward push. His Triad, slowly tearing through the enemy approach.

There was no fear, no hesitation. This was the hellish reality they were born into, no mass-produced scrap metal changed that. Even as their brethren were cut down or pulled apart, the stalwart Baedurin were devoted. Devoted to their cause. Galak watched as the overconfident machines were cut through like mesh by their their conventional weaponry, swords and glaives seemingly cutting through them. Explosive molten fire from hundreds of Juggernaut
Heavies, backed by Grenadiers moving from all around the enemy forces. Even with a rocky start, the hundreds of Gunboats had managed to land a mixture of Drones and Juggernauts all around the enemy positons. The turret fire from the hovering Boats tearing through flesh and metal like mulched meat.

Ra'maks overhead were blown out of the sky as others used powerful tri-beams, combing dozens of powerful blasts to create rows of slag out of enemy forces, others targeting the enemy cruisers above.

Mortar fire came from above by both the Jedi and their allies, a mixture of deploying sky jumping troopers and their own mortar fire caught in the havoc above as their
Reavers, five moving in left and right of the main deployment. The hulking kaiju were unable to stop the physical movement of things like jet troopers, but their targeted magnetic blasts reflected mortar fire back at the enemy, two held back to defend the Burrower, blasting away rows of missiles with their magnetic powers. The ground shook as they moved forward, Juggernauts and Gunboats darting between their legs to move out of the way as the three progressing Reavers marched forward at a slow pace.

Galak looked around the chaos, Keldothera had passed the shield. But they were outnumbered here. Might've been even with her. But he needed her, now. He needed the Primarch's beasts. He needed anything. The skytroopers came down on top of them, landing amid their forces closer to the Burrower - behind Galak's immediate force. He couldn't keep his Warriors alive, not like this.

Now everything was intertwined, the ground beneath their feet turned to muck with so many heavy boots trampling bodies and mechanical parts alike. A neutraliser rushed him, blasting at its leg to put it off balance as he slammed his elbow into its skull, denting the head so far in it crashed to the ground, fidgeting into a fit of spasms as he stomped on it till it stopped. There was no hesitation, no remorse for the mechanical. If anything, it made the Juggernauts fight harder.

Technology was one of the great sources of pain for all creatures, a source of weakness. And weakness was a cancer to be stomped out of existence, just like the droid beneath his feet.


"General! Primarch! I need you both down here! NOW!"
 
Objective: Agoraphobia
Allies: The Bryn'adul
Enemies: Laertia Io Laertia Io / Val Drutin
Location: Northern Tunnels
Equipment: Warlock's Armour / Battle Staff
Forces:

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Hrajlmak pulled a deep breath of the musty tunnel air into his Draelvasier lungs. The thousands of troops now organising themselves after pouring from the Burrower thickened the air with their collective body heat. A wave of refreshing cold washed around Hrajlmak's torso in response to the slowly building heat, the small organism in the metal chest pushing icy fluid around the armour's internal intricacies. He paced up and down the tunnel they had landed in, waiting patiently for every beast and soldier to mobilise from the burrower. The wait would not be long. The Bryn'adul were bred for war. They lived and breathed the principles of effective battle. Their ability to mobilise on any scale was nigh-unmatched. Nothing could gain the kind of ground the Bryn'adul had with slow moving forces. Soon enough, drones lined up, savages danced with a violent and restless fever, Rhivaks and Brumaks at the head of every formation. And the icing on the cake, the two Servitors coiled up in the heart of the burrower, unraveled and slunk into the dirt and metal around them, accompanied by three other Excavator servitors. The invaders were ready. The five Warlocks gathered into a circle to lay the plans.

"Forvar, Torhak and Kelkolarr. You three take a thousand savages and two hundred drones each. As I said, locate, annihilate. Flush these wretched things from their tunnels." He nodded to the three Warlocks, each producing an agreeing growl in response. Hrajlmak looked to the Field-master next to him, "Xerx'ma, A servitor and the excavators are yours. Take them to every other burrower in the northern sector. We'll join our forces with new tunnels that we know, and the enemy don't". A simple plan. Create new tunnels by replacing the others. Whatever happens to be in the path of these diggers gets buried. "Take as much armor as you need." The four smacked closed fists into their chests and moved off. Hrajlmak took what was left. A servitor, and enough infantry and armor to flatten the sector twice over. In his arrogant opinion anyway.

And so with the best laid plans, the creatures of the Bryn'adul set upon the tunnels with the singular goal of wiping out anything and everything that didn't smell of the storms of Draemidus Prime.


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Chaos couldn't encapsulate what followed. Hrajlmak, in his maniacal fever for violence and battle, buried himself among the sprinting savages. Ahead of the sea of Sraelvun heads, Rhivaks punched a path through the tunnel defenders. Their massive heads and terrible momentum flipped enemy armor and splintered mechanical infantry. Anything that was relegated to the sidelines was swept up into battle with an overwhelming force. Hrajlmak burst from among the savage crowd and came crashing down on one Neutralizer already being piled on by several savages. He brought the pommel of his staff down onto the metal cranium, causing the heavily-armed droid to crash to the floor. Hrajlmak wrapped his claws around its skull and lifted it face-to-face. Before he could make any assessment, throat erupted in a jet of fire. Hrajlmak roared in pain and dropped the droid to its feet, recoiling as he did. He quickly spun to face his enemy. Its body was littered with embedded weaponry. Whoever designed the thing had crammed every possible armament into a single platform. Not a very gracious design, but it was clearly getting the job done. Hrajlmak dashed forward and swung himself around, bear-hugging the droid from behind. Its chest spat everything it had in a desperate bid to free itself from the Warlock's grip, to no avail. Poison darts, cryo-jets and streams of mystery fluid crashed against reinforced bracers. Hrajlmak swung the droid 180 and onto the floor. Mounted on its back he grabbed its head again and wrenched it toward himself until its neck gave way to Draelvasier strength and rolled over its spine, finally severed. Hrajlmak threw the skull into the crowd and shriekd with unbridled adrenaline. Further down the tunnel he spotted a small group of what appeared to be humanoid teens crashing through his savages on speeder bikes. He snatched his staff from the ground and filled the tunnel with another gutteral roar. One that tried in earnest to externalise the sheer blood-boiling passion he felt.
 

Post: 3
Objective: Coagulation
Allies: Bryn'adul
Foes: Open to engagements, all non-Bryn, Alakor Alakor
Inventory: 1x Barad Kukri X Theron Armor X
Location: Buried in the Burrower, Northern Quadrant

The weight was unbearable, threatening to snap every bone in The Warlock's body. His face was covered, he could no longer breathe, but the air in his lungs was still vast. Every second the weight increased. Every minute ten more Drael died. Sethrak was the closest to the opening, below him the 6,000 Drael shifted, struggling, just as he was.

But at last it was over. He didn't feel the dirt piling on anymore. Now was the time to dig their way out. Telepathically he sent the command and instantly he heard muffled grunts, felt vibrations through the dirt, sand, and rocks. The force of 6,000 Drael was working against the tomb of Earth. All they needed to do was escape from the Burrower and they would be inside the underground city. They were oblivious to the fighting outside, even Sethrak was too focused to hear the clashing of armor, the hum of the lightsabers, and the countless other sounds of battle.

He was running out of time: his lungs grew emptier and more and more Drael were lost to the mound of broken terrain covering them. He had to fight harder.

He dug endlessly, his body like that of a worm as his feet pushed against an ever-moving surface. There was no traction, it was like running in the ocean. His limbs were heavier than the rocks above them due to exhaustion, but he would not stop. He clawed at the dirt like a beast clawed at its' prey. His limbs went numb, his lungs hurting as they were strained. They wanted to breath but he would not let them. At last he found the exit.

He burst out of the Burrower like a slug from a gun.


He was flying.

Then he hit the rocky ground like a wet towel.

He gasped for air, his throat burning as a sickening noise emitted from his mouth from the sudden influx of air. For a moment he couldn't exhale.

His vision was tunneled, then it faded into nothing.

He had survived.
 
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BLOOD GULCH
Objective: Coagulation
Location: Burrower > Southwest Quadrant
Allies: Galak Galak | @Keldothera| Osam Osam | Hrajlmak'Natok Hrajlmak'Natok | Primarch Drek'ma Primarch Drek'ma | Udomek Seker Udomek Seker | Ostak Cl'mana | Ursa Antar | Kad Kad | Sethrak Sethrak | Sylok'Vanari Sylok'Vanari | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir |
Enemies: Gir Quee Gir Quee | Ala Quin Ala Quin | Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor | Romi Jade Romi Jade |
Axe | Gauntlet | Armour |
Mount: Dreddikkast |


Fingers ran the length of his right bicep, feeling at the softened black skin reaching close to the war-paint on his bicep. With the sheer power the gauntlet was capable of, he was not surprised that it took a physical toll. A necessary sacrifice. It was when Tathra noticed onlookers that he left it alone, gauntleted fist falling clenched at his side. He would wear the wound with pride, it was the accustomed need for a leader, a father - to defend. That was where his duty, his devotion placed him. The battle below would be no different.

"Sire, we have communications back. It doesn't sound good. Half of our Burrowers are stuck behind the shield, Galak and Keldothera's forces have made for the Shield Generator."

The Artificer Commander looked worried, he had a right to be. Tathra's sole response was a stern look of confidence, even in the face of adversity his calmness remained. He nodded to the Artificer, they were close now.


"Do your duty, Commander." The words were cold, but sincere.

The Commander's resolve seemed to return, face hardened as he turned back to his command station. Tathra linked to the battlenet, using the Mind Stone network to devise a map of the enemy positions. The Mind Stones recorded everything seen by their Warriors, the Artificers compiled the information to give an accurate feed of the battlefield from on high. Tathra intended to study it with what little time they had left, it seemed as though other Burrowers had been delayed but were now entering the city. All across the various quadrants, at least two Burrowers were now landing, Tathra had assigned Juggernaut & Zealot Field Marshalls hand-picked by Keldothera, Galak and Ostak to oversee their deployment. They were getting close to the city now themselves, he was eager to fight. His body felt compelled to rush into the fire ahead of his kin, to cull and slay until near nothing was left but bone and meat. They were his Warriors, but they had made this cause their own. Their devotion to it matched and was often times greater than his own. But his true loyalty was to them, and their survival.

The time for quiet came to a narrowing end as thousands of new blips appeared on their radars, further fire from orbit opening the chasm around them. The structural integrity of the cave around them becoming further strained by the combined fire from orbit and the tunnelling of their mechanisms, dozens of massive vessels cutting through it - weakening it slowly over time. The Jedi didn't realise it yet but they were helping dig their own grave. But he couldn't use that to their advantage, not yet. Not now. Not until the Shield was done. First, he had to kick some sky-troopers off of his ship. More and more boarded through the exposed holes the combat droids had made all across the surface of the hull. There were thousands of them, and even match until the Gunboat bay doors opened. Thousands suddenly became a little over twenty-thousand. The
Siege Tower in the pit of the Burrower, once idle in its cocooned state; turning its massive tendrils to them, snarling from the depths of its massive form as a den of red plasmatic eyes encircling its feet barked and growled, Rhivaks leaping up to meet the intruders on the lower sections of the Ship.

Below them, the Dreddikkast awoke from its slumber, mind at work as battle meditation fuelled those within the Burrower. The soldiers within, fear gripping their outmatched hearts. A moment of silence filled the Burrower, the sound of metal and anxious muscle echoing through the interior as the drill broke through the outer shell of the city. Tathra looked around himself, suddenly surrounded by troopers with jetpacks. But in this microcosm of the battlefield, it was then that were outnumbered. Drastically.

"They would see us waylaid brothers! Let us show them what we think of that!"

The Titan's voice echoing through the mind stones, filling the Burrower as the first trooper made their move.
Tathra moved frighteningly fast, his focus sharpened by the battle meditation as sprays of slugs shot past his ear - Axe coming down from his back in a right swaying swing, armour crushed and guts spewing out, limbs broken from their bodies through sheer kinetic force. Tathra caught one as he tried to fly away for distance, yanking him down to crush his head like an oversized grape. The troopers were surrounded, pulled apart in the intense close quarters by the physically immense Juggernauts. Others leapt from their Gunboats into the fray, using their held rifles as bludgeoning tools. Some hundred of their own died but it was a bloody and brutal massacre as the Burrower ground to a halt, dropping into the southwest with great speed, shattering the ground around them. The roof above quaking, spews of dirt crashing on the waning shield.

Their deployment bays opened, the Dreddikkast's screams pouring out from within as it added the other nearby forces of the Bryn'adul to its collective battle meditation. Tathra leapt down from the platform, landing into the obsidian beasts mount as their Juggernauts moved back into their Gunboats as nearly a thousand Rhivaks poured out from the base of the Burrower into the chaos of the battle outside. The Jedi had brought many tools to bare in defence of Salyrini.

Their
Brumaks remaining behind to wait for further instruction. The Siege Tower lumbering out as its crown was finally able to comfortably extend - no longer confined to the ships cramped confines. The Dreddikkast brought its tendril like arms forth, using its upper body strength to shoot itself out from the Burrower at high speed - shooting up into the air. An escort followed, long narrow faced ships known as Strikers coated in Radesh Oil followed the trailing path of the Dreddikkast as it flew over the battlefield. The Titan roared on the creatures back, the mind stone allowing his thoughts to merge with his Warriors, guiding them through his mind. Six Obaliscs were carried through the sky by Gunboats, delivered to the battlefield on high-rise locations. He intended to turn the city against them, sporadically spreading critical elements of his forces throughout their defences to strike at them from all angles. Tathra would see the battle ended efficiently, with as little blood spilled as he could manage. Those who remained in the city, civilians and children - he could feel them as the Dredd did. Its telepathic mind was linked to his, and it felt everything. The shape of the battle below, and the fear of those within it.

It was a cruel and horrible thing that commenced below, but he felt most sorry of all for the children. Innocents who knew not what their forefathers had doomed them to. But that was how it had to be, they died so that the Bryn'adul could live. The Titan looked about the battlefield as Phedrak Fighters were torn out of the sky by stationary turrets, he could see at least a dozen and in an instant their fighters knew where they were. With a nod to the adjacent Striker, three Squadrons of their Strikers broke off to kamikaze run the various defences of the enemy, slicing some of the located railguns in half with their extended blades. Four of the six remaining squadrons of the Dredd's escort broke off to attack the various cruisers in the immediate orbit. Coated in the oils, the Strikers would slam themselves into the Cruiser - bludgeoning them with their own bladed exteriors.

Tathra watched from on high as their units moved with a strategic rhythm, using the mind stones to relay plans and thoughts in seconds among one and other. He had spent too long out of the fight already, shooting down towards the surface and into the thick of the enemy defence, flying over Galak's forces as the Dredd slashed at one of the aerial cruisers as it bolted by at incredible speed.

"Fight for the Bryn'adul! Fear nor pain nor death!"

The Dredd swooped low, aiming for the back of a column of tanks and infantry fight the forces deploying from his own Gunboats. Tathra stood upright, his left leg bent with the ball of his foot against the saddle, right leg down further against the hide as he positioned himself upright to leap from the creature. Everything around him was filled with fire as Jedi and soldiers were trampled underfoot, the beast rose dozens of arm-like tendris into the air, slashing from every angle like a cornered predator at the tanks and infantry. When the Dredd was nearly on its side, he leapt forward darting between its arms and into the fray as his Warriors pushed hard on the other side.

The Titan took his Axe into a two-handed grasp, slashing with powerful strikes at every turn as explosive bounds of red energy rend the flesh of his foes, sending shockwaves around as a handful of Concordians were killed and flung to the side with every swing.

"So WEAK."

Malice and vicious determination played in overtones of savagery and animalistic growls over his roared words.
 

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BLOOD GULCH

OBJECTIVE: COAGULATION
LOCATION: Burrower > Southwest Quadrant
EQUIPMENT: Glaive | Shredder [2] | Splitter Bow | Armour |
ALLIES: Galak Galak | Keldothera Keldothera | Udomek Seker Udomek Seker | Tathra Khaeus Tathra Khaeus |
ENEMIES: Caedyn Arenais | Gir Quee Gir Quee |

As the forces of the Burrower deployed, railguns and various integrated deployments of defences cut through the Phedraks with a finesse that nearly cut their numbers down by a quarter. The boat's deployment bays opened into the rubble of the building delivering them to the hot coils. Gredak held his Splitter Bow in hand, leaning against a slab of rubble. Eyeing the forces around them. It seemed to the Zealot the fight was underway, now all that was necessary was finding a worthy opponent. Gredak audibly snorted at the words of the Juggernaut, even amongst all this chaos they still had only one thought. Where were the crushable, edible things.

"For all your faults, you Baedurin never fail to be such great orators." Gredak snarled a smile, sarcasm lingered like a twang on his words.

His complexion became serious as the Juggernaut called out the approach of enemy forces, their were reports of cryoban weaponry in use - cutting through the Juggernauts with relative ease. They didn't have a Quilxyn protector with them, he hoped they wouldn't encounter any. But his eyes were drawn in by the sight of the Jedi leading then. He didn't see a person, but rather a skull to be mounted on his shoulder, a spine to decorate his back. A forked tongue darted beneath his teeth, nearly salivating at the thought.

He could feel it in his heart, dull gold eyes staring at the Jedi man. This was the Zealot Shadow's opportunity to prove his devotion, to prove that he deserved the glory. Deserved to fight at the side of their greatest warriors. It was all he had dreamed of since he was able to dream.

Recognition.

"Udomek, follow your Captain and face the Jedi and his forces. I will strike from the shadowsss. The Jedi is MINE, Udomek!"

The Zealot gestured to his bow, moving away from the open view of the Jedi and his men. He would find an advantageous spot to fire from whilst Udomek and the others took in the Jedi's attention.
 
Whirlwind of the Cosmic Force
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BLOOD GULCH

Objective: Agoraphobia
Location: Burrower > Shield Exterior
Bryn'Bois: Ostak Cl'mana | Hrajlmak'Natok Hrajlmak'Natok | Galak Galak | Keldothera Keldothera | Tathra Khaeus Tathra Khaeus | Sethrak Sethrak
Enemy: Laertia Io Laertia Io | Gir Quee Gir Quee |
Equipment: Staff | Cuirass |

The Primarch shifted into the middle of the two Servitors, using the force to levitate his body as he created a dome of shielding round himself and an additional above for Ostak in an attempt to deflect the oncoming blasts of various weaponry from the neutraliser bots. He did not plan on loosing another limb to a rifle at range. His focus sharpening as the fighting became more difficult, he couldn't allow himself to fail. He could not let down his kin or himself, Drek'ma knew he could do it. The helm of the Staff in his right hard glowed a blinding light, the orbs in his cuirass buzzing with tendrils of energy around them as Drek'ma pushed himself over the edge.

His left fist rose, and fell as the Servitors acted as an extension of himself. The twins moved swiftly round the Overseers own Servitor, crashing through the cave walls with extreme force as the tank fire ripped at their fleshy forms, ice corroding portions of their hide but only miniscule amounts. Luckily for them all, Drek'ma was Aeravalin - he welcomed the cold and so did the Servitors. Explosions rippled down their lengths and tanks and infantry both were flattened under their multi-kilo ton weights. Both turned into adjacent spirals to dart beneath the surface and return to his side simultaneously, like art they danced and swerved through the earth.

Drek'ma's barrier remained stalwart, small segments disappearing as he compartmentalised the barrier - focusing into smaller shields anticipatory of focused fire. His ears were pulled out of the deep focus as the Warlord called from below, Drek'ma knew what he had to do.

The Primarch drew on the strength of the Shamen, empowering them through a telepathic network as he fastened the movement of the oiled stream of some twenty Excavators moved through the earth, nearly swimming at great speed to the underside of the battlefield toward Galak's forces.

GALAK - FIND THE GENERATOR. I WILL DO THE REST.

Pain gripped at his temples, so many creatures in his mind. So many thoughts, so many souls and energies. He fought back the urge to draw on the lives of his own Shamen. Drek'ma gasped, eyes flowing of yellow.
 
Objective I: The Siege of Salyrini
Location: Uh?
Inventory: Gear in sig, Mind Stone
Allies: The Silver Jedi Concord - Gir Quee Gir Quee | Ala Quin Ala Quin | Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor | Laertia Io Laertia Io | Subject 73 Red | Val Drutin | Caedyn Arenais
Opposition: The Bryn'adul - Tathra Khaeus Tathra Khaeus | Udomek Seker Udomek Seker | Primarch Drek'ma Primarch Drek'ma | Keldothera Keldothera | Krarolk T'manu | Sylok'Vanari Sylok'Vanari | Ursa Antar | Galak Galak | Hrajlmak'Natok Hrajlmak'Natok | Osam Osam
(Sorry to anyone I missed)

Romi Jade said:
Her reflection flashed in the surge of light that crept over her shoulder, making it more visible in the viewport than originally; she didn't falter. After reestablishing her presence, "They seem to be...preparing for something?" She leaned into the glass, the latter part of her sentence fading over time. "Why'd their path stop here?" She was curious. She could see the forces of the Bryn gathered through their space, but almost idle. They'd cut through a large chunk of wild space by this point...why'd their crusade suddenly go silent?

Or did it?

War is chaos.

No matter how well planned the battle, or how disciplined the troops, all comes down to red chaos.

War exacted its price not only in the destruction by -- and of -- the engines of war, but in the minds and souls of those who fight the battles. Looking inward, Jade knew serenity in chaos. After all she had been through...she knew how to find the light in chaotic and twisted scenarios.

She was one of the few Masters with the skill and experience to do it, and even among those she was more than likely in the top 1%. As her battle meditation skills were peerless.

She cradled the stone, cycling through the thought fractals of the low frequency telepathic field the mind stone generated. Just a week or so ago, she and a strike team went to Draemidus Prime searching for Drael stones like this. The mission had a 70% success rate that decreased by 2% every hour. They lost several members that day, and had several close calls...and weren't able to get far before the Drael were launching an assault on the SJC.

Her assumptions then...were right.

She hoped to have more time but -- this telepathic network was alien and was proving a bulwark to decipher. But she always found a way to figure things out, and the added boon from the Crown was welcomed.

She'd been pinged, and swapped her attention for her other hand, "Admiral Quee...I've made considerable stride in figuring out this stone thing. I'm about ready to follow through with the rest..."

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Deep in her minds eye, she sees the battlefield shimmering in the force. Visualizing the battle's outcome, she knows that victory can exist; it can.

Centering her being, she reached out with her mind, deep into the empyrean. In battle meditation, she'd know where to strike -- with a lightsaber or an army -- to finish her opponent. Serene, she can strike without anger, hate, or remorse. With a calm mind, she can lead the the Confederation to their goal.

If the Force wills.

Through her probe, she encountered a wave of self-oppression, anguish, and despair that assaults the minds of those on her side. However, intensely focused on the life energy floating around them, she begins to dissolve these mere illusions.

Her figure began to glow in an alabaster hue...

She envisioned an opening...

She wore it well -- snuggling up to the metaphysical energy she wore like a warm cloak.

In the center of the room, her Force presence took on a life of its own. It shimmered around her, a milky luminescence maintained barely a finger-span from her body... there was a tranquility about her, almost a blissfulness -- it spoke of an intimacy with violence. To the Bryn, violence was an almost like a religious form...a way of life. To Jade, it also seemed like life itself.

A sudden spark of understanding flashed through her and into the minds across the planet, followed by her sudden and swift lash into the empyrean as she began to mold about something akin to a psychic collar. She poured into the psychic blockage with renewed energy magnified by uncanny focus and sheer power.

Romi Jade, war hero, paragon of the Jedi Order. Strong in the Force. She was a champion of the light; a symbol; an icon -- this was her arena

She brought to their mind an image of a burning white fire that had come so instinctively to her call. She imbued it with so much power that the air nearly hummed with energy, and the metallic scent of aspiration seemed to lurk on the edge of sensory perception. A moment later, she could feel the minds of their opposition opening themselves to the ubiquitous energy field, and a deep rooted pressure flooded the Force.

A massive wave of her influence shooting across the Drael forces in angst.

Romi caught a glimmer of light, a void, through the space beyond them. "Almost," she grunted.
 

Val Drutin

Guest
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Objective: Agraphobia
Location: City outskirts
Gear: Armor | Lightsaber
Accompanied by: Alyosha Drutin
Alyosha's Gear: Armor | Lightspear | Rifle
Tags: Laertia Io Laertia Io | Hrajlmak'Natok Hrajlmak'Natok (engaging)

“You know, it really would’ve been a whole lot better if you had gone before the mission started,” Alyosha grumbled, picking off any Drones that managed to get through the Neutralizers. Lyssa was actually correct in her assessment; Val really did need a bathroom break.

“I can’t go if I don’t need to go,” Val replied, his voice muffled by the alcove he was in. “I’m almost done. Just make sure nobody comes in.”

Alyosha continued to blast the Bryn forces occupying the tunnels, noticing their numbers tripling. When he ran out of ammo, rather than reloading he resorted to his spear. There wasn’t really enough room for his usual acrobatics, but he was an efficient killer nonetheless.

“Tell her we missed her too,” he called out to Lyssa. “Or better yet, let’s survive this… and we can tell her ourselves!”

Val finally emerged from the alcove. “Does anybody have any disinfe—”

No sooner had the words left his mouth, Alyosha finished relieving a Drone of its limbs and passed him a tiny tube of disinfectant. “Thanks.” Val used it to clean his hands in the absence of soap and water, then picked up his lightsaber and resumed the fight.

The brothers worked in sync, cutting through either end of the tunnel. They had each other’s backs, the Force Bond between them allowing them to work in concert, knowing each other’s movements before they acted. They relied on the Neutralizers and Lyssa primarily to thin the numbers of Drones and other beasties headed their way.

A Rhivak lumbered toward Val. Alyosha swapped places with him, battling the creature with his spear. A red glow appeared between its horns, and Alyosha realized he should probably get out of the way…

“Move!” he bellowed, grabbing Val and knocking him to the ground. The ionic blast singed the air over them moments later, cutting through Savage Drones and a couple of Neutralizers in its wake.

When it was over, Val leaped to his feet and rejoined the fray. Alyosha was still trying to take care of the Rhivak, pushing it back further into the tunnels, toward the Neutralizers...

Pain exploded across Val’s back. He gasped and reached behind him instinctively, thinking he had been shot. But there were no wounds on his back. The agony lingered, though it was dulled now, as if coming from across a distance. Or through a Force Bond...

“Yoshi—” Val spun around frantically, looking for his brother. Alyosha and the Rhivak were nowhere in sight. “Yoshi! Where are you?!”

More Drones were clogging the tunnels. Val cut a path through them, still searching and calling to his brother. There was no answer.

Alyosha!” he screamed, abandoning the childhood nickname in his panic. He cut through the monsters which tried to stop him, terror and rage co-mingling with stubbornness and hope. Alyosha wasn’t dead. He could still feel him. As long as he could still feel him—

An explosion shook the tunnels. The concussive force of the blast knocked Val against the wall, instinctively deactivating his lightsaber to avoid cutting himself. A new battalion of Drones flooded the passage, driven there by the bomb—really the Rhivak exploding upon its death—that had gone off. They hurled themselves at Val.

Something inside him snapped. He stretched out his arms and lightning burst from his fingertips in a storm of energy, bolts arcing through the air toward them. Val had not unleashed this level of power in… well, never. The Drones were tenderized, then vaporized by the current. At the same time, Val was knocked off his feet by the sheer amount of power coursing through him. He fell backwards, stumbling in the dirt and landing in an ungraceful heap on the ground. If he hadn’t sensed Alyosha growing weaker through their bond, he might not have gotten up again. But Val crawled to his feet, forcing his way through the monsters’ ranks, determined to find his brother beyond them. Along the way, he passed almost directly in front of Hrajlmak'Natok...
 
Location: Sarkan Defense Force Command Center, Southeast Quadrant, Salyrini, Sarka
Objective: The Siege of Salyrini
Allies: Syd Celsius Syd Celsius
Enemies: TBD (General info for all bryn'adul
Equipment: listed in signature below, 3 Coldblast CryoBan Grenades, 1 IceJet Miniaturized CryoBan Projector

"I will vouch that Mr. Hannser is here on behalf of Admiral Quee," said a baritone voice from a man who had previously lurked at the edge of the room.

"Jedi Knight Ravenna," said Elder Vil, "you know of these arrangements?"

"I do not," admitted the knight, "but I know he has worked with Admiral Quee in the past. And I do not sense any deception from him..."

Dav flashed a smile, "I do appreciate that..."

"...but I feel like he is expecting...a sizeable reward if he succeeds in his task."

"And what task is that?" questioned Elder Vil.

"To prevent the fall of Salyrini and save your people from extinction," said the old smuggler, gesturing broadly over a massive holo-projector which displayed the city under attack.

Thousands of troops from both sides clashed in a battle that pitted massive aerial vehicles and digging tanks against gigantic worms and grotesque creatures of Bryn'adul engineering. The elements of the subterranean armor unit engaged with Primarch Drek'ma Primarch Drek'ma and Ostak Cl'mana demonstrated the typical tactics of their group - even as the Clodhopper Crawlers seemed to rush headlong firing into their foes with abandon preferring to use the radiation setting on their plasma turbolasers to fill the immediate area with potentially deadly radiation. Crushing the tanks frequently ignited the warheads stored inside the craft, creating brief fireballs in the immediate area which might injure nearby foes. Behind this assault, the crafty Sarlaccs and Kybucks behind them laid their trap. Tanglefoot generators ensnared friend and foe alike. Smaller Starlight Scutum shields appeared to trap the friends and foes together in an encased spherical shield. Even as they did, the occupants of this newly entrapped space would soon realize that the Kybucks were busily producing aerosolized CryoBan, rapidly lowering the temperature within this sphere of combatants. The synthetic soldiers of the units were fully expendable in this death trap - but were the Bryn inside?

On the outskirts of the city nearr Osam Osam , the Mechanized Aerial Infantry and the Skytroopers were blunted by the employment of strange shield beasts little understood by the Silver Jedi Concord. Skytroopers set down and occupied high points in nearby buildings from with which to conduct ambushes from, with such points often augmented by squad portable shield generators and deployed autoturrets. Occasional Cryoban grenades flew out of random tower windows to descend on unwary Bryn'adul troops. Even as the Skytroopers took defensive positions, the Aerial Mechanized units continued their offensive. Aerial cruisers battled gunboats for aerial supremacy, with the larger Concord craft making up for their fewer numbers and maneuverability with sheer firepower and durable defenses. On the ground, Thunderhead infantry wearing specialized power armor and wielding cryoban sprayers or cryoban firing projectile weapons pressed their attack, motivated largely by the hatred of foes who had taken their homeworld and families away from them. With each suited soldier employing unusual personal shielding designed specifically to defeat Bryn'adul kinetic weapons and with equivalent strength to the Baedurin, they would hopefully prove to be fierce foes for the Bryn'adul hordes. But despite their valor, they were only the first line of defense.

Throughout the city, the other elements of Salyrin's massive garrison of Subterranean Armor Regiments, Skytroopers, Aerial Mechanized Infantry, Expeditionary Armor and Infantry Regiments began to dig in for a long fight that would likely go from street to street, tower to tower. Hastily abandoned apartments became sniper and rocketeer nests while some soldiers rigged boobytraps of grenades against entry doors and abandoned civilian vehicles. A counteroffensive from Admiral Quees troops was pushing to get into the city itself, with the intent to both disrupt the Bryn'adul attack and provide a potential evacuation corridor to the outside. All according to prepared set-up.

Elder Vil turned his attention from the holo-projector.

"And this is not enough?"

The smugger shrugged, "It's predictable. You don't win wars by being predictable, even if it is formidable. That's why the admiral sent me. I play dirty. With your current set-up, I give you a 35% chance of saving 80% of your people. With my additions, I give you a 80% chance of saving 60% of your people. It's more rational to take better odds when an species survival is stake, even if means some sacrifice, isn't it?"

Vil blinked slowly. This...is not what I anticipated. But can I refuse such an offer? Such odds when my entire race is the stake? If Salyrini falls, so does Sarka....

"What do you suggest?"

"Let my newly armed refugees help defend the Northern Quadrants. That can free up some of your forces for the southern half. The subterranean armor units especially. I see you have one ready here near the command center. Part of a mobile reserve I'm guessing, along with those expeditionary armor and infantry regiments?"

"Yes."

"There are no more reserves now," stated the smuggler, "have them immediately start digging in and prepare for the inevitable assault. Those clodhoppers need to make two different networks of tunnels...through here....and one linking this section of the Northwest Quadrant to right here by the command center. You can detach the Clodhoppers for those jobs immediately and keep the Sarlaccs and Kybucks here...this is what they do..."

As the man spoke, Elder Vil nodded his assent. Kybucks began feed on municipal waste to churn out a dense mist of Cryoban fog that started to emanate from the command center which held the city's Starlight Scutum shield generator and spread out to fade only on the edges of the sector. Such a diffuse fog was not likely to be outright deadly except near the command center itself without any sort of bodily protection, but it would likely be highly uncomfortable for many of the Bryn'dul and the native Sarkans and serve to partially obscure visual observation of the troops digging into the area. Sarlaccs moved to intermingle with the more conventional armor and infantry regiments that ringed the tower, casting their Starlight Scutum shields around their newfound friends and prepositioning the angles of their tanglefoot generators down likely avenues of bryn'adul approaches to the command center. Formidable defenses, but thin nonetheless - the massive tower that held the command center and the shield generator had no more defense abilities than the typical office Core World office building. It was reasonably durable, but that was about it.

"And," said Dav, "we should change the city's shield pattern. Not now, but in a few minutes. Here's how..."

Travot considered the man's suggestion and fought the urge to say something. Elder Vil stood there silently even as Tissh'ar opened his mouth.

"This is inconcieveable."

"Remember what I said?" said the smuggler, "I can make a better guarantee to save at least some of your people by sacrificing some of them."

Vil lowered his head, "We must do this. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of a few. Make it so."

Travot frowned, "I will go to the guard the main generator then. Where it is?"

"Fourth floor," said Tissh'ar, "another Jedi is already there."

Travot nodded and abruptly left the room.
 
Objective: 2
Location: Remote surface entryway
Equipment: 2x WESTAR-35 blaster pistols | Vambraces (Right: Grappling line, flamethrower, repulsor) (Left: Dart launcher with poison darts, shield emitter, whipcord thrower, concealed blade | Z-6 Jetpack | Shock grenade | Flash grenade | Medpac | Vibroknife | Commlink | Stimulant
Allies: Mathieu Brion Mathieu Brion & the SJC
Enemies: Osam Osam

The infamy of the Bryn had reached galactic renown and it was beginning to seem as though no one would remain untouched by the effects of the barbaric practices of the Bryn. Mandalorians had not faced a battle with those who such a devastating ideology but had provided refuge on their home world for those who had. All that they learned of their foes was only through stories but even they painted a vivid picture and were a testament to their unscrupulous and seemingly blood-thirsty practices.

Being far removed from the battle, it seemed the likelihood of engaging in combat was slim for the meanwhile, unless the situation turned sour and those on the outskirts were called to the front but conversely to most Mandalorians, Ki'an did not strive to fight for the sheer thrill of it but was content taking a backseat role and aiding in areas where he could provide more expertise than brute force. His less contentious nature in comparison to his peers allowed him a suitable place in aiding the Concord in their efforts.

The Mandalorian sat on the grass, helmet placed beside him as he tried to dig out a dart that had gotten stuck in his vambrace, periodically scanning any nearby refugees as they passed in case they needed assistance. For a few moments, he was entranced by the sounds of nature that surrounded the scene, undisturbed by his usual use of a helmet, true to his absent-minded nature, before his gaze returned to the vambrace he was knuckle deep in and he continued with his efforts to liberate the dart.

Upon successfully removing the offending object and replacing it, he returned to his feet and placed his gloves and helmet back on. He quickly realised he had accidentally altered the sensitivity of the sound sensors in his helmet when fiddling with the vambrace as the sound of his surroundings were amplified but as he moved to change the settings, he heard a noise that sounded out of place, emanating from the tunnel, based on the echo. With a frown, he approached the tunnel and slowly made his way through the ranks stationed there.

Once at the front, he enhanced the sensitivity again and remained silent for a few moments before turning to the Jedi and speaking in an uncertain tone. "Do you hear... rumbling?"

 
Wearing: The Morpheus Chitin

Armed with: The Sword of Cinndurr

Momentary Discomfort

Crime Hunter's Pistol (Cryo Configuration)

Laertia was absolutely horrified at what she saw.

If she had been having any doubts before about the necessity of total unity, they were wiped away as she saw the forces of Tathra Khaeus Tathra Khaeus start murdering everyone they could get their hands on. Vile monsters like something out of Hell that she had no name for other than abomination.

Railgun defenses got badly damaged. Cruisers crippled. That thing of many eyes tearing apart tanks.

And him. Their chieftain.

Nuetralizers flying in squadrons of TIE Silencers went after the Dreddikast as Tathra leapt off it, targeting the most obvious weakpoint that they could think of, its eyes, firing bunker penetrating missile or plasma torpedoes at them, trying to harrass it as much as possible while informing of its exact coordinates to all nearby fighters on the SJC side as well as their cruisers, even as it brutally destroyed some of them, but they grew more relentless in their attacks, never staying in one place and always trying to fire at its eyes. The forces he had started to distribute throughout the city began to encounter more Nuetralizers among the ranks of the defenders, reinforcements from them alleviating many of the burdens of those like Caedyn Arenais their cryo lasers and up close viciousness with their bio-sprays and mouth flamethrowers shredding into individual drones and Baeduran. The Nuetralizers were rapidly learning from their encounters, starting to coordinate their melee defense by exploiting weakpoints in their physiology to evade their close range attacks, especially from the Juggernauts, who were starting to find it was very difficult to get close enough to pull apart without getting their heads cut or blown off. Some Nuetralizers self destructed as they were tackled, engulfing dozens of Bryn'adul in a fiery explosion that killed most and injured many more around the radius of the blasts. Nuetralizers snuck up on Warlocks and tackled them, self destructing and blowing them and the warlocks to pieces.

But with Tathra arriving on the scene a sort of madness gripped the Bryn'adul as their perceived God King rampaged through the enemy. They fought thrice as maniacal as they had before in his presence, such that Laertia herself was taken aback at their rage and aggression as they stormed her lines, throwing themselves at her with such insane, animalistic abandon, that she could barely fend them off and cut them down in time. The Nuetralizers themselves were caught off guard as all across the field of battle their opponents deadliness increased by a significant magnitude, swiftly starting to cut down even them somewhat easily. It took hoardes of Nuetralizers to rampantly devote more processing power to their aggression parameters than even they were fully comfortable with to start keeping up.

Laertia was knocked backward by a punch from a Juggernaut, and went dizzy for a moment. Before the Juggernaut could press the attack and dogpile her, she flung the Sword of Cinndurr at them at point blank range.

Even traveling a third slower than most Lightsaber spinning with telekinesis they still weren't fast enough to evade it. The terrible power of the enchanted Lightsaber cut through even the strongest parts of their armor effortlessly. Nuetralizers dual wielding Ion Disruptors tore into the ranks of the frenzied Bryn'adul and seemed to go completely berzerk at seeing their mother struck, rapidly, wirelessly transmitting the data of her being hit.

Every Nuetralizer seemed to go berzerk, matching the increased fury suddenly blow for blow, suddenly slaughtering Bryn'adul with all the fanaticism of sons seeing their mother struck by a complete stranger. Revenge as a concept had fully crystallized in their coding, the skeletons discovering new patterns of killing in their berzerker state, lone Nuetralizers starting to be able to defend themselves against Juggernauts attacks with ease, their nightmare skeleton face being the last thing a Warlock would see as they were strangled , in spite of heavily being damaged by their strange powers before hand, seemingly downed Nuetralizers reactivating and suddenly killing again.

Fear began to grip the warriors of the Bryn'adul as the skeletons they had seemingly been destroying with ease suddenly surged forward with renewed vengeance, rallying organic defenders, and downing more of their gunbosts and fighters, now with sheer targeting of weak points as opposed to just coordinated fire. The combat ability of every Nuetralizer on the battlefield improved out of sheer hatred for the Bryn'adul just because one of them managed to strike their creator.

Her skeletal sons defended her as she retrieved her blade, and resumed her charge against the endless hoarde, slashing apart the biggest strongest looking ones she could get her hands on, Nuetralizers around her and the Light Side Sith of Darth Themis, the War Knights in particular, gaining some of her strength and combat ability as she employed Form One to slash apart multiple opponents, becoming living wheat threshers.

Just as Tathra spearheaded his own attack, Ax reaping through the defenders of this city as well as non-combatants, so did Laertia rip through his forces, viciously fighting her way to him, feeling the death of the innocent everywhere, in spite of the best efforts of her sons, doing all they could to butcher Bryn'adul both big and small, and butcher they did, with ruthless abandon that reflected their enemies, mimicking their unison attacks.

Laertia cut down everything that dared stand in her way to Tathra. She would broke no attempts to stop her. None at all.

She finally spotted him after she cut down a Warlock, suppressing his power with her own will before ripping his head off. Tathra was busy killing another innocent when she came in range in a brisk stride towards him, armies of her skeletal sons targeting and slaughtering the forces immediately next to him, the black armored Knights sent by Themis flinging electric Judgement into the ranks, many of the Bryn'adul so consumed by sheer hatred of weakness that it reacted as though they were Dark Adepts, violently exploding or cooking alive many of them.

She spotted the terrible red energies of his ax. Sensed the Force upon it. Upon all of it. But his powerful arms and a face only something as ugly as him could birth were exposed.

Her silvery armor was scorched and dented, and she knew that Ax was nothing to sneeze at, as she barely evaded one of the destructive energy attacks.

But she was not without her tools also.

The Morpheus Chitin, a powerful, ornate looking prototype powered armor had proven itself in battle before against his hoardes, protecting her from extremely lethal attacks. Unlike his armor, her arms and face were fully covered, the face concealed by the somber visage of a woman's harsh stare, and she was in possession of two of her most powerful and devastating weapons.

One was a weapon inherited from her parents, a Lightsaber spear altered by the forbidden Ice Magics of Atrisia, of the "God" Kuraokami. Its frozen blade could eat through the sturdiest of alchemized materials

The second was the Sword of Cinndurr.

She was only slightly less wary of the spear than she was the Sword.

She had never held a blade that could so utterly destroy materials like Phrik or Beskar in two to three blows. Only a few other blades in her collection even came close. It took dozens of hits to even damage alchemized materials, but it would inevitably chop through them, especially if the blade was held against the surface.

Laertia barely dodged a wave from his axe, though part of it clipped her and tore off a piece of her arm armor, though she barely felt it and the wounds were already starting to seal due to its Regenerative systems. The rest shredded the Nuetralizers behind her and killed lots of organic troops.

Laertia snarled, and the thing inside her that would become Darth Xiphos gained more influence, wiping the fear and horror from Laertia's mind, becoming that cold determination she invoked so often to survive.

(Darth Xiphos Theme Song Power Up)

(Theme: "You Know My Name." by Chris Cornell)

While her Sons sluaghtered the forces around him, shooting and cutting down his strongest warriors, the mix of Laertia and the thing not yet called Xiphos at last closed the distance.

She executed a falling Avalanche attack in the Djem So style as she bore down on him, guilded demon versus scorched beast warrior. Her series of strikes were delivered as fast as possible with her extreme strength, directed towards his face and arms, trying to penetrate what she had observed to be a well thought out mix of offense and defense. Both Laertia and the coldly determined thing soon to be given its Light Side Sith moniker were in accordance.

Whatever else happened to her personally, however fethed up their shared lives were about to get, this Motherfether had to die.

The Not-Yet-Darth Xiphos struck murderously at him. She heard Syd Celsius Syd Celsius pleading with her distantly, asking what was wrong, but Not-Yet-Xiphos was forced to shut her and Laertia's mutual love out to give all of herself to breaking the heart and soul of the Bryn'adul, to freezing their dreams of galactic dominance solid, cut them into little ice cubes, and put them in various alcoholic drinks to serve pleasantly at a party.

The very presence of the Not-Yet-Xiphos in the woman who had before this moment been purely Laertia Io began to tap her cryokinetic abilities. Blue cryonic flames ignited throughout the battlefield around her, spreading through screaming Bryn'adul troops, freezing them solid in seconds. Many others managed to escape, but they were now under severe threat of Laertia's now completely enraged Nuetralizers taking advantage of the cryo flames being ignited mentally by their Mother, killing with such sickening brutality that even the legendary fury and fanaticism of Tathra's warriors were starting to feel the lance of cold terror now at facing even a lone Nuetralizer, which they were starting to understand were as pitiless, remorseless, and fearless as their largest, most brutal warriors, and would stop at nothing until they were dead. They were starting to fight their way out of dogpile attempts, cutting off pockets of their warriors to be slaughtered from all sides, the gunboats from Tathra's super ship starting to crash with increased frequency.

She said nothing to him as she struck with her blade, all that mattered was his head falling from his shoulders.

Meanwhile...

The now berzerk Nuetralizers upon watching their mother being struck, renewed their vicious assault on the Forces of Galak Galak with a cold rage running through their processors, bent on hemming in Galak from all sides, their Ion Disruptors shooting those little shield making pearls from the air as well as Juggernauts, disabling the shielding the Bryn'adul enjoyed, allowing them to employ their toxic gas and cryo weapons once more. A Nuetralizer engaged a gang of Juggernauts, going full badass as it evaded their shots and strikes, roasting them with its built in flame thrower before gassing them. Then it turned to Galak, aiming both its toxic dart shooter, Onboard Sonic Disruptor and Automatic Paddle beamer at him to distract him while a Stealthed Nuetralizer Assassin pointed a Stouker Rifle at him some distance away and fired at the same time the other did, while still others opened up with many weapons to brutally shred all squads in front of them, Bryn'adul body parts raining down on the Battlefield around Galak as they began to relentlessly slaughter his warriors from all directions, even as they themselves were cut down, now only through intense coordinated effort which still began to slow his warriors down, leaving yet more of their warriors vulnerable from the combined concentrated fire of the Warbots and their temporary organic partners...

Nuetralizers began providing covering fire for landing Skytroopers or Aerial Mechs under command of Gir Quee Gir Quee trying to draw as much aggro to themselves as possible to allow Concord soldiers a chance to shoot more Bryn'adul, assisting the Power Armor units deployed with missile and heavy mortar attacks on enemy positions near Osam Osam . Everyone had heard about the Nuetralizers by this point. Ever since Generis. Every SJC aligned organic was terrified of them. But against such a merciless, relentless enemy, you need something equally lacking in mercy to have a chance of winning. And thats what they were: fighting fire with fire, destruction with destruction. Gangs of Nuetralizers armed with Chainguns, portable rail guns, HE Rocket Launchers and 40 mm Pump action grenade launchers loaded with 40 mm buckshot cannisters that made them pump action super-shotguns began and began firing at the forces around Keldothera Keldothera mercilessly and with frightening accuracy, while still others reinforced those attacking Primarch Drek'ma Primarch Drek'ma by firing scoped disruptors at him, as well as cryo lasers

The Nuetralizers in the tunnels had gotten the wireless transmission, including Lyssa, the Advanced Prototype . Every Nuetralizer there suddenly found their inner Dolph Lundgren, and began fanatically killing every drone and juggernaut they spotted looking in the general direction of Val Drutin , advancing with him to recover his brother. Lyssa knew Hrajlmak'Natok Hrajlmak'Natok was important on sight, and began beheading the biggest and strongest of his warriors, brutally shredding them and evading with high speed as she ordered her brothers to fire at his troups with their Concussion Rifles, blasting apart even the largest from the destructive barrage.

Lyssa closed on him, having detected the emotion in Val's voice and understanding just enough to empathize with his fear did her best to keep their fearsome Leader's attentions off Val and onto her.

Meanwhile...

Syd felt intense distress as she and the Nuetralizers she had taken with her as she helped reinforce defenses around the shield Generator. She had cast spells that had not only increased its durability, but spells that would reflect projectile attacks on it back at the source once in a while. For the soldiers, rituals to increase their physical durability, accuracy with weapons, and speed and reflexes for the next forty eight hours.

The Light was still in Laertia, but it felt totally twisted and...unnaturally fixed within her. Laertia used refused to be guided by it at this point and Syd didn't know how to convince her to step away from it.

Syd knew, as other Nuetralizers desperately stalled the forces of Udomek Seker Udomek Seker through sheer crushing brutality and efficiency, that things had finally come to a head. She needed to find out who was giving Laertia these unnatural Light Side teachings...and ending them. Before they destroyed Laertia...
 
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Objective 1: Directly attacking Tathra Khaeus Tathra Khaeus

An explosion ripped through the wall next to Ala, coloured energies of varying hues rippled around the impact site. Ala covered her face, but still felt the rubble ping off her forehead, drawing blood which trickled quickly down her nose and began to drip on to her knees as she crouched under her limited cover. Things were not going well for the Jedi. She had been separated from her squad of fellow Jedi when she went after the snipper, and when returning to their location had found them absent. She hoped they had retreated and had not been torn to shreds. There was plenty of evidence of war.

She was now well behind the enemy lines, but their tactics made the whole city a jumbled mess of fronts and quarters of war. There was no place that was safe, but safety was not the goal. By her reckoning, a couple of dozen Bryn'adul foot soldiers had died by her blade, but given the mass amounts of beasts pouring into the city, she wondered if her count needed to approach the hundreds before she could make any real impact.

The sound of an approaching hoard came from the rubble and blood soaked road to her right. Ala set out in a quiet job to her left, down the alley. She looked back as she rounded the corner into the next street down, just to check if she had been followed down the alley way. She hadn't; she was safe. Glancing back to the street she had just walked into, Ala froze. A red glowing orb sat before her, she instantly recognized it as a Rhivak about to fire its main beam weapon directly at her.

Ala reached forward, pushing through the Force and pushing the head of the Rhivak directly upwards. The beam fired, shooting directly up into the air. She ran, hand outstretched keeping the beasts head up, and ignited her saber in time to slash across its throat. Again, a smile. She had learned from her time on Draemidus Prime, and this time she was not weighed down by the gravity of the world. Something, a still quiet voice, warned Ala not to enjoy this, and for a moment she paused as the pang of guilt washed over her.

The Rhivak's death throws led quickly to an increased glow from its core. It was getting close to detonating, even as hoards of Bryn ran to attack Ala. There was no where to run, back or forwards, to escape from the blast. She went the only way she could, up. Jumping, Ala waited till the last moment to project a protective shield around herself. The explosion from the Rhivak ripped through the approaching Bryn drones, and catapulted Ala into the air.

As she tumbled head over heals, she wondered if maybe this was the end. She could not make sense of where down was, let alone where she could safely land. Even if she could safely land on the ground, the Bryn were probably already approaching again on the corpses of their comrades and would be waiting for her she hit the ground. But then...she hit a surface. The impact was harsh, knocking the wind out of her and wrenching her arm back painfully. As she opened her eyes, she realized that she had landed on one of the nearby roof tops.

She grimaced. The pain from her arm starting to build, she looked to her shoulder and sore a small metal fragment protruding. How deep was it? She did not know. Dare she remove it? No. But she was quickly becoming next to no good on the battlefield with one arm nursing her other.

She stooped, to pick up her dented lightsaber that had been dropped when she landed on the rooftop. The Force allowed her enough control of her pain to be able to release the grip on her arm once her senses had recovered. Muck, grime and blood smeared across her face and through her hair, Ala looked up to see a large Bryn mount, with a Draelvasier atop it. He was only some 50 meters or so from her. She squinted, and then she understood. It was he. The destroyer of worlds and the source of all this death and destruction. If someone, anyone, could just take him down. Anyone's life would be worth the sacrifice. Including hers. He was moving away from her, his back to him.

Closing her eyes, the young Jedi Knight focused, pushing away the rippling, throbbing pain in her arm. Her feet twisted, left, right, gaining her footing. a deep breath. Then eyes shot open as she set into a sprint. And then a leap from the building on to one of the wings of the Dreddikast Beast. It seemed to flinch, but she was not sure if it was her presence that created it. Her arm's throbbing bled through her focus for just a moment, but she pushed it away. She ran, every step bringing her closer to her target. She would go for his head. One clean strike. It would all be over.

It was then the the fear set in. The doubt. Like a rippling menace crawling over up her legs from the beast, attaching itself to her soul. Ala pushed, but her movements became sluggish. Her heart slowed, the feeling of the beast below her threatening to wipe hope from her very being. She fell to her knees, grasping at her chest as if something were pouring over her heart a leaden weight.

No. No. Must. Not, give. Up. Stand. Stand you little...

She was so close. But she was just. She was just her. Her mind flashed in that moment to all the dead on hundreds of worlds that needed someone to do what they could. She had to stand. She was not a warrior. But she was here. There was another Jedi too, trying their best to stop the tyrant in his wake. Perhaps Ala could catch him unawares while distracted by the clearly more powerful Jedi. Someone small could creep in.

Ala stood, jumped from the wing of the beast towards Tathra. She pressed the button on her battle damaged lightsaber, preparing for a downwards slash to his head.

Her saber's hilt sparked, but there was no blade.

| Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor | Romi Jade Romi Jade |
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BLOOD GULCH
OBJECTIVE: COAGULATION
LOCATION: Burrower > Southwest Quadrant
EQUIPMENT: Verikast Juggernaut Platform 12A | Assault Carbine | Glaive
ALLIES: Galak Galak | Ostak Cl'mana | Krarolk T'manu | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Tathra Khaeus Tathra Khaeus | Keldothera Keldothera | Kad Kad | Ursa Antar | Sylok'Vanari Sylok'Vanari | Sethrak Sethrak | Primarch Drek'ma Primarch Drek'ma
ENEMIES: SJC | Caedyn Arenais



Udomek and his squad were going to head for the approaching groups when a horde of brutal terminator droids descended upon them. This wasn’t just a fight against automated defense rail guns, no these Jedi cowards decided to throw their deathbots into the mix. Again, hiding behind more of their machines not wanting to prove their true mettle in battle. Udomek and his squad went for cover as the death squad bots came for them. Several other Juggernaut squads got taken out both by turrets and termination bots.


Udomek and his squad found themselves pin downed hear the Shadows location. Despite their current predicament Kad Kad had time to give some sarcastic biting commentary. It caused Udomek laugh and scoffed for just a second not keeping his at the fight before him and his brethren. “When I get a chance, I will be sure to tell the Chieftain to incorporate that and diplomacy into our skill set.” Udomek let out a little snort as he said it and his fellow juggernauts laughed a little too.


Yet just as the banter ended, they quickly went back to the seriousness of the situation. Gredak had taken notice of the Jedi and his group as well now. Gerdak spoke and Udomek’s captain nodded the group charged forward ripping through the savage robots, The Juggernauts as they Charge for Caedyn Arenais and the squad he was bring with him.


Udomek just nodded to the Shadow as he followed the leader taking in the fact the older Gredak wanted the jedi in the group for himself. Just like the elderly wanting the glory meant for the young, but out of respect for his elders Udomek figured he would comply this time. Though he really wanted to say not if I get him first old man. Yet this was Udomeks first real war, so it was best not to overstep his banter and giving chit privileges.


“For the Fallen!” One of them screamed as they returned the death bots savagery tenfold. Ripping through the oil and metal with there guns and glaives. If the Jedi did not want to face them head on, then they would destroy everything they could throw at them until they had no choice but to stand or run. The Juggernauts cut through them as they fastly approached Caedyn Arenais forces. Bombs and Rail fire hail down all around them nothing would stop the charge and robot carnage their targets were locked. Udomek and his squad collided with Caedyn’s forces a few engaged in melle fights and others still at range firing at them. Udomek was one of the forces engaging in close quarters with on of those in their strength enhancing armor his carbine holstered and his glaive now drawn.
 
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Post: 4
Objective: Coagulation
Allies: Bryn'adul,
Foes: Open to engagements, all non-Bryn, Alakor Alakor
Inventory: 1x Barad Kukri X Theron Armor X
Location: Northern Quadrant, just behind the battlelines


He awoke with a gasp.
Every ounce of his body was sore. He was exhausted from fighting dirt. That wasn't going to be the story of the day. Contrary to his bodies' wishes The Warlock got to his feet, stumbling and nearly falling from his exhaustion, soreness, and the shifting of blood in his body. His throat was sore, every swallow and every breath burned. But he was alive.

Now that he was up he could tell something was wrong. He looked around, the battle had moved ahead, only corpses littered the ground around him and the burrower. The casualties were massive but these Drael had not died in vain. The survivors would be stronger, and the Bryn'adul were making progress in this battle. They just needed to get the shields down and let the other half of their forces in. The question was, what was wrong? Why was The Force warning him, or rather what was it warning him about?

He needed to contact his fellow Drael.

" Hrajlmak'Natok Hrajlmak'Natok , Primarch Drek'ma Primarch Drek'ma , This is the Warlock Sethrak, I was knocked unconscious from a botched landing. The Force is warning me of something. Do you feel it too?"


Not waiting for an answer, The Warlock began jogging to the front lines. If there was something coming, he would be there to help conquer it. Still, he couldn't help but have a bad feeling in his gut. The Force didn't warn him without reason. Whatever was coming, he hoped it wouldn't affect The Bryn assault.
 

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Caedyn hadn't been expecting any particular backup beyond the Antarian Rangers who had taken up positions nearby and upon each flank of Squad Lykos in anticipation for the Bryn'adul's initial charge, yet much to his surprise the Jedi Knight watched as vessels unfamiliar to him brought down the Nuetralizers, battle-droids of some kind with considerable firepower that would bolster the defensive line in Caedyn's sector of the City boundaries.

"Light 'em up!" Captain Joshua Harris yelled, shouldering his OS-109 "Fate" Variable Strength Assault Rifle and releasing quick bursts in order to minimalize the kick back, not needing to resort to fully-automatic until the horde was in the appropriate range; "Watch the Jedi's back!" he added between bursts.

N'Vortau, the heavy weapons specialist and Master Sergeant of Squad Lykos gave a roar as the Bryn'adul lurched forward into action, beginning their thundering approach as the Nuetralizers sought to counter their arrival at the halfway mark. Targeting the vicinity of the Bryn'adul, the great wookiee opened up on them with ranged fire from the OS-111 "Firestorm", a shoulder-mounted heavy blaster cannon, while armed with LPD-17 Hammerstrike Grenade Launcher in his right hand for mid-range confrontation.

Quinn Morre remained at the far rear of the formation, staring down the Bryn'adul through the scope of her Chalacta-II anti-matériel rifle, each high powered shot penetrating the dense armor of those she hit, the noise from the weapons discharge cracking overhead with an echo that spanned the sector.

Tarlou Losi hung back a ways not so far from Quinn, there she remained listening through her headset and coordinating the supporting Antarian Rangers while also armed with a VAARS (Variable Ammunition Assault Rifle System). It was her comm's contact that ensured the surrounding block of city structures were being positioned with allied troops, rangers and armored units ready to carry the weight if Squad Lykos and their Jedi failed to hold the Bryn'adul at the boundary line.

Finally, Aurlin Kyule sat next to Abbie Parker just behind cover holding his LK Sweeper at the ready while she held an OS-109 Assault Rifle akin to the Captains and had begun to open-fire while Aurlin prepared to lob LPD-12 Hydra Electronet Grenade at the enemy, immobilizing grenades that would certainly slow the horde in their approach and leave them vulnerable to ranged weapons fire.

As for their Jedi Knight, Caedyn Arenais had launched himself into action at the call of the Force, engaging Udomek Seker Udomek Seker 's unit head-on as they arrived first and sought to overwhelm him and the Nuetralizers of Laertia Io Laertia Io 's. Though they were well armored, the Jedi moved swiftly to target any possible points of weakness within their battle attire striking behind the knees, the neck, the midsection or the elbows and armpits where the armor ought to be most vulnerable.

Bryn'adul: Primal Architect Primal Architect | Tathra Khaeus Tathra Khaeus | Galak Galak | Sethrak Sethrak | Primarch Drek'ma Primarch Drek'ma | Keldothera Keldothera | Udomek Seker Udomek Seker | Osam Osam | Ostak Cl'mana
Silver Jedi Concord: Gir Quee Gir Quee | Val Drutin | Vexander Graves Vexander Graves | Laertia Io Laertia Io | Ala Quin Ala Quin | Kaleleon Kaleleon | Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor
 


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BLOOD GULCH


Objective: Coagulation
Location: Burrower > Southwest Quadrant
Bryn'Bois: Hrajlmak'Natok Hrajlmak'Natok | Galak Galak | Tathra Khaeus Tathra Khaeus | Primarch Drek'ma Primarch Drek'ma | Kad Kad | Udomek Seker Udomek Seker
Enemy: Auteme Auteme | Laertia Io Laertia Io | Syd Celsius Syd Celsius | Travot Ravenna Travot Ravenna | Gir Quee Gir Quee
Equipment: Armour | Splitter | Crippler | Carbine | Dual Shredders

Her foot rhythmically tapped on the grated floor beneath their feet, rapidly quickening as the communications from below continued to worsen. Galak was calling for their help from below, for every minute that passed it would be the time she was known for not being their quickly enough. She could see it already, that hard stern stare from the Warlord as he towered over the corpses of fallen Draelvasier. Her devotion to their cause meant nothing if she couldn't help now.

"Artificer, are you done with the coating yet?" The General strode to the side of the Commander.

Her demeanour was almost confrontation, irrationally aggressive as the Artificers below applied the coating as quickly as they could. She was surprised the enemy tanks hadn't found them as of yet, but she supposed that was because they were beyond the shield wall, the enemy tanks were only searching for those beyond the shield. They had been fortunate.

"The coat is nea-" The Commander was cut off as Keldothera pushed himself, taking hold of the Burrowers drill controls.


"Get the Artificers back inside, send out the Excavators ahead with our onboard infantry to move underground near the Shield Generator. The rest of you, to the braces!"

She had a twitch in her eye, her plan was ill-advised but they had lost enough ground to the enemy forces that they needed some recklessness. She was learning, she wanted Osam and Galak to know that she could adapt too. The Burrowers opening bays shut closed as the Artificer returned from the exterior, what little natural light they had left behind as the interior became cloaked in shadow and the low dim lights of the emergency fixtures. The claxons howled red, alarms the sounds of beasts as the Gunboats within the Burrower closed their hatches, preparing for whatever plan Keldothera had in mind.

"On my mark, everything air-worthy, out of the Burrower at top speed!"

The General had been keeping track of the enemy cruisers beneath, defending their command centre. They were giving Galak and his Warriors the hardest time, the General was about to change that. This was for the Bryn'adul, for the Chieftain. The Burrower broke into free fall as Keldothera opened Burrowers bay doors as it crashed down on one of the missile cruisers.

"Mark!"

The radesh oil allowed it to bypass the cruisers shield; its massive drill slamming into the bridge of the ship in a firey explosion. The Gunboats blasted out from the interior of the Burrower, they had filled half of the vessels support craft bays. It churned through the ship as riptides of metal spewed out in all directions like a explosion of shrapnel. The Burrower used its remaining movement to tug them both down in a trail of fire right on top of the enemy command centre.

Keldothera raised her hands above her head, screaming. She would let fate decide if she made it out alive.


"For the Bryn'adul! For the Galaxy!"
 
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Objective: Agoraphobia
Post: 3
Allies: The Bryn'adul
Enemies: Laertia Io Laertia Io / Val Drutin [Engaging]
Location: Northern Tunnels
Equipment: Warlock's Armour / Battle Staff

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The advance through the northern tunnels slowed to a frustrating pace. Rhivaks at the formation head had done their job exceedingly well, but Neutralizers were making the idea of a stalemate all too believable. For years, Hrajlmak had reveled in chaos. Overwhelming force was nothing to his kin but a litmus test for their existence. And yet in this confined space, surrounded by the only thing he knew, the pressure was mounting.

Telepathic communication from the other Warlocks in his unit reassured him that their own advances were relatively smooth, albeit slow. The swarm of metal monsters, the droids, were proving to be a deep thorn in the tunnel-army's side. Added to this, the Aeravalin among the invading force were beginning to chatter between themselves. The Force was taking a turn for the worse. Jedi, somewhere, were feeding Draelvasier minds with weakness and cowardice. Hrajlmak felt it, they all did. And it was a headache. Doubtless the Primarch was aware so Hrajlmak made no effort to communicate the problem. All they could do now was fight back in the field of mind games. But Hrajlmak could offer little aid in the battle against the ephemeral. His own migraine was growing stronger by the second. The chaos in the tunnels drew on his conscience. And now, as he stared down a young human dressed in what appeared to the weathered warrior a positively inappropriate outfit for the circumstances, he knew he would be relinquishing groups from his mental hold to make cognitive space for the coming fight.

This fight reared its head when a storm of electricity burst from the young figure's quaint hands. Unable to control his own power, the youth had narrowly avoided being slaughtered where he lay after collapsing under his own ability. A first impression that left the Warlock itching for an easy Jedi kill. He had come to appreciate the Sith after years battling them on the edges of Bryn'adul space. Their tenacity and passion was a welcome fit to Draelvasier warriors. But there was nothing like crushing the do-good monks of the Jedi under a heavy foot. There was a special satisfaction reserved for their complete juxtaposition. Hrajlmak's eyes converged on the young boy. This Jedi would be removed, the droids scrapped, and the advance placed back on schedule.

He broke into sprint. Massive Draelvasier legs, infused with the Force propelled him across the tunnel grounds at blinding speed. With incredible momentum, he swung his staff across the face of a neutralizer stood in his path with both hands. Using the rotation from his staff he spun, letting his left hand take the shaft while his right spewed a thick jet of blazing red inferno in the direction of Val Drutin. His body came full circle and he brought the blade of his staff in close behind the fire. A move he used often to shock and overwhelm Jedi and Sith alike.

Meanwhile, the Excavators were hard at work. Xerx'ma guided them between the various other Burrowers that had landed across the tunnel system. They carved through structure, burying civilians and enemy troops as they redrew the subterranean map to the Bryn'adul's liking.
 
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BLOOD GULCH
Objective: Coagulation
Location: Southwest Quadrant > Shield Generator Tower
Bryn'Bois: Tathra Khaeus Tathra Khaeus | Keldothera Keldothera | Primarch Drek'ma Primarch Drek'ma | Ostak Cl'mana | @
Adversary: Gir Quee Gir Quee | Travot Ravenna Travot Ravenna | Auteme Auteme | Laertia Io Laertia Io |
Equipment: Triad | Armour | Shredder | Bryn Shot |

The Neutraliser began targeting the Quilxyn Protectors, but the little orbs were good at avoiding fire, especially with so much cover and rubble to hide behind. They had came prepared, knowing the little things would be targeted they'd brought nearly five had came for each of the Gunboats deployed - more than enough to cover their deployed force a few times over with Protectors to spare. Galak's armour was coated in a dim red shield as cryoban and toxic gases splashed against him, the cold still stung even as the shield flickered around him like a strange ethereal coating.

He was constantly on the move, narrowly avoiding sniper rifle blasts from the somewhat hidden camouflaged droids. Though, most Draelvasier even with mutations to see 'normally' still retained the ability to access their infrared vision. Galak leapt for cover as one of his Captains leapt in the way of an attack that might've put him down, the sonic blast enough to faze him slightly as a Heavy slashed the droid in half with a cleaving Axe from the side. The droids were near equals to their Minors or
Drones, especially with the added element of being outnumbered. But Juggernauts of more experience and tenure made short work of the combat units still even as they threw all they had against them. Juggernaut Majors lead the charges into the ranks of the enemy. They fought bravely, their devotion burning in their hearts as their Crippler shotguns tearing apart rows of the Concord Soldiers and droids alike.

The
Reavers moved toward the edge of the battlefield, using their massive frontal arms to crush the enemy underfoot. One of the five in the field using its magnetic blasts to blast away a row of Neutralisers. But it seemed pointless, even as they pushed as hard as they could it seemed the droids and Silver infantry kept coming. Galak lay in the muck, armour clogged with dirt as they trudged through the chaos. The Triad in hand burnt hot, its barrel glowing red with heat.

Up ahead, the tower seemed so tall - far away. He knew it would only get harder from here on, but looking at his Warriors he knew he couldn't stop. If they would fight until their bodies gave out, so would he. He was thrown by the explosion of a mortar, one had finally gotten through. He fell on his back, chaingun crashing at his side. Pain, surging through his body. He couldn't move, not just then. His devotion was not enough, not alone here in the dirt.

In that moment, as much as he cared for his own Warriors he felt abandoned.

But that was when they saw it, heard it. The black wings of the Dreddikkast darted above the city with an escort of Strikers at its back. The Warlord felt a gush of air rush to his lungs, he had to get up. Tathra was still in the fight.

"Look!" Galak pointed to the sky as the Dredd passed overhead, slashing one of the cruisers as it passed - the audible gush of wind behind its wings as the Chieftain rode its back. He heard his words, fight on. Fear not. It reminded him of his duty, his devotion to his kin. The call was shared across the warriors of the Bryn'adul as cheers cut across the battlefield. A shared battle cry of one, singular command. One name.


TATHRA! TATHRA! TATHRA! TATHRA!

The battle fever of the Dredd was enough to take him to his feet, grasping the Triad as next the Primarch called to him. Galak's eyes fixed on the tower, a blue hue surrounding its base. More cryoban, even with their shields it was going to be a tough slog.

"TATHRA!" Galak joined in the chat of Drones and Juggernauts, pushing through the homeland infantry as they made their way uphill in a surge, rallying to the cry of the Titan's name. The sight of him fuelling their devotion, their will to fight on. Overhead their Ra'maks burning free a path as they started to open fire on the enemy tank placements ahead and the tower itself, hundreds of smaller beams connected into one massive beam as they cut across the tank positions beyond Galak's view.

Far above them, just beyond the Tower another Burrower had finally made it through. His eyes grew wide as he put together what was his happening before him, the Burrower came down on the missile cruiser like a spear from some wanton hell-scape. Galak nearly backed up, frozen on the spot.


"Kelda, what have you done?"

He may have scolded her, overturned her orders. But he had grown to respect her, trust her. Even love her as kin, as a Warrior. He didn't want her to die like this.
 

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Location: Jungles outside Salyrini
Objective: Siegebreaking (Coagulation)
Allies: SJC + Friends ( Laertia Io Laertia Io , Val Drutin, Vexander Graves Vexander Graves , Ala Quin Ala Quin , Kaleleon Kaleleon , Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor , Romi Jade Romi Jade )
Opposition: Bryn'adul ( Tathra Khaeus Tathra Khaeus , Galak Galak , Sethrak Sethrak , Primarch Drek'ma Primarch Drek'ma , Keldothera Keldothera , Udomek Seker Udomek Seker , Osam Osam , Ostak Cl'mana)
With: Alakor Alakor Allyson Locke Allyson Locke Gir Quee Gir Quee
Directly Engaging: Sylok'Vanari Sylok'Vanari soon
Personal Equipment: Silver Shadow Armor, Sitara (Lightsaber), Avalanche Power Sword, Chakram Lightshield

(If I missed any tags, then apologies. This post basically pertains to anyone involved in the siege objective, attackers and defenders)


It began as a rustle among the canopies in the distance.

Against the backdrop of burning skies and and thunderous exchanges of competing titanic war machines already piling up above and around the capital, it could be excused if such an comparatively subtle event.

However, in time it was unavoidable as the rustling spread to the very edges before the clearing to Salyrini. Then came the snap of and groan of falling trees, and the unmistakable roar of ion turbines.

Moments later, all matter of repulsor craft burst from the forest. Heavy Avril air cruisers, Bengal main battle tanks, and Howlrunner light tanks.

Back in the jungle, under the cover of mobile shield platforms, troops and battle droids dismounted from personnel carriers while heavy artillery batteries of Sabertooths unleashed salvos of ship busting proton rockets on top of the rearmost concentrations of Bryn’adul soldiers and warmachines still above ground. A classic creeping barrage manuever to suppress enemy forces and limit mobility while friendly mechanized units advanced on their positions.

“Admiral Quee,” Jyoti called from aboard one of the Avirls, using it as a mobile command center. “This Master Nooran. Please be be advised, Anvil is beginning out ground assault. From here on out it will be danger close with those air strikes. On that note, I need you to hit the breach points of those... digger things (burrowers) with staggered volleys of bunker busters and breaching pods loaded with Inago. They’ll soften up those diggers before I move in with strike teams. Inform everyone inside the city to hold on a little longer. We will break this siege from the ground up.”

While rallying local Concord garrisons and Sarkan security forces outside the capital, the Echani had also enlisted the help of the mining guilds, taking with her their best engineers and equipment. Most notably, powerful explosives like seismic charges. Even a few those devastating devices stuffed down one of those behomoth diggers would spell doom for the siege engines and the Bryn’adul massing for a killing second wave on the city. Then it wouldn’t matter if they took down the shields. She just needed the defenders to hold on long enough for her to get into place.

Ultimately, the salvation of Salyrini rested with their own.

That’s how it should have been from the beginning. There was no more running, Silver Jedi splitting their attention between evacuations and fighting while the enemy suffered no such hinderances. If any world or species wanted to survive, they would have to stand their ground. Every last man, woman, and child that could shoulder a rifle.

She knew her many Silver counterparts probably weren’t ready to stomach such uncomfortable realities, but they were running out of time.

If Sarka fell, then Kashyyyk would be within striking distance.

She switched to addressing all the ground units under her command. “This is it. We’ll only get one shot to stop those siege engines. Otherwise Salyrini is lost, and with it the rest of this world. I know many of you have family and friends still stuck in the city. Your own children. Fight for them! Fight with love in your hearts, so that our children may live to see the morning!”

Jyoti hadn’t just gotten onto the radio to simply dispense pep talk. Each word of encouragement spoken by the Jedi Master carried power to lift their spirits and calm their nerves. With the exception of the seasoned Valkyri warriors of the 29[SUP]th[/SUP], and battle droids forged for war, the local garrisons had little experience fighting outside of sims and the occasional skirmish with pirates. Meanwhile, she was sure the Bryn’adul had deployed their very best blooded warriors to take the planet. What a way to enter war.

It wasn’t fair – she knew was about to lead many of the rookie units to their deaths, but that’s just how it had to be. Everything was on the table.

There was no path but forward.

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Available Units: 29[SUP]th[/SUP] Mechanized Group/Berserkers*, A handful of Jedi Knights*, Sarkan Ground Defense Units

*These will be my primary units while engaging Sylok directly

Summary of actions:

-Jyoti leads a ground assault of local mechanized units from the jungles surrounding Sylrini, gradually enveloping Bryn’adul forces that have landed.
-Jungle based heavy artillery unload on exposed rear troop concentrations, Burrowers, and warbeasts to cover advance of armor and troops.
-Jyoti coordinates with Gir to launch precision airstrikes on Burrower positions (above and underground) in sync with her charge.
-She begins to buff her troops with Force Valor to improve their combat prowess and boost morale.
 

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