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

[Kad]

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BLOOD GULCH

OBJECTIVE: COAGULATION
LOCATION: Southwest Quadrant​

EQUIPMENT: Glaive | Shredder [2] | Splitter Bow | Armour |
ALLIES: Udomek Seker
ENEMIES: Caedyn Arenais

The Zealot was in shock, barely able to process what was happening as he suddenly felt himself propped up by immense strength, eyes shifted round to Udomek. The Juggernaut was trying to save him, Gredak was confused. A swirl of emotions filled the Aeravalin, no one had ever valued him such to put their life in the way of his. No one had ever cared when he was hurt, he had always been an outcast. But this, Baedurin he had only just shot carelessly was putting himself between him and the Jedi. For the first time in his life, the Zealot Shadow felt guilt, instead of picking up his arm; placing his hand on the chest of the Juggernaut to hold him back from pursuing the Jedi.

"No, we both leave. Sometimes, it is not cowardly to survive."

Gredak picked up his arm then as the Juggernaut stayed put, the Jedi himself calling something in basic that he didn't quite understand. But the retreat made it clear what he meant, they'd get another opportunity to face the Jedi. Some day. For now, they had to escape the slowly breaking planet.

The city was lost to the Sarkans, their tunnels destroyed and their people drowned in their own rivers and under the rocks that had kept them safe for so long. Gredak would leave Udomek across the battlefield if he followed, passing through the safest parts of the city back to their Burrower alongside the rest of their forces. They had already retreated from the centre of the battlefield. Some Burrowers, beginning to rise from the battlefield.

"Come quickly Udomek!"

The ground separated between the two, Gredak leaping ahead as the earth quake widened the cavern between them by nearly six metres. Gredak turned, crawling up the side of the cavern. He turned, seeing the wide breadth between him and Udomek. The Zealot stood, silently - thinking. He could leave Udomek behind, and then no one would ever know how it happened, no one would know how careless he'd been.

No, he couldn't.

He extended his arm across for Udomek to reach.

"Udomek, jump! I'll catch you!"

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...​

Location: Salyrini Obj 1
Equipment: Conservator and Vanguard 2.0 (Lightsabers)
Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes
Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Dilorian in cargo bay)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music"
Tag: Allyson Locke Caedyn Arenais Laertia Io Tathra Khaeus Sethrak Seer Kalanthir Keldothera

Of course, he blocked it, of course, all of them were blocking it all. Did anyone really think that this was going to be easy? Caltin didn’t, but he had to learn about them, and he did learn some things. Their reflexes, at least “Big Ugly”’s here, is ridiculously good, the armor? That is designed somehow to not just block and disperse energy, but the Force somehow. That meant much of his usual arsenal is out at least for the moment, but there was more, that ax had to go and so did that karking gauntlet.

He could dodge the ax again, Caltin had that positioning for that, but he needed to take it out of the equation, at least for the moment. Centering the Force in his free hand, Caltin had to test something as he quickly drove the blades of his lightsaber Conservator and his backup lightsaber Vanguard into the suddenly rumbling and shifting ground at an angle. The purpose was to block the ax from being pulled up long enough to glove his hands.

At the same time, Laertia’s voice was in his head. She had the same idea.

~” Already part of the plan. Watch for my opening.”~

Rolling backward, hands-on his sabers, Caltin gave himself some room before putting them away?

Caltin had heard the call of Admiral Quee, calling for a "destroy this town to save" mentality of a "False Flag". It was a prudent move, but if he did, and Caltin might have done this other times as well, then Caltin would have to deal with something that he was not prepared to. Tathra breaking Ala Quin 's back was not simply another Jedi falling at the hands of the Bryn. No, her falling was a wake-up call. A wake-up call for the big guy. He was trying since he "thawed out" to be something that he was not. Caltin was trying to be an "elder", an "old man" who could offer advice and little more than that. No, he was not this, Caltin had a lot left in the tank and was more than capable of being the Jedi he used to be. True, it was a different time back then, but the halls of the Sith Empire whispered his name in fear. There was a time when every up and coming Sith, Dark Jedi, Bounty Hunter, Assassin, whoever would try and take him down. It was tiresome, it was non-stop- and most of all it was aggravating, but while this was a chance to prove himself all over again and maybe do things differently...

... sometimes you just have to dance with the girl that brought you...

So in a way, a sick, twisted perverse way, Caltin should thank the target in front of him for bringing out the "old school", but the big guy was never good at thanking people. Maybe that was why he ticked off the Council so many times. Of course, that didn't matter, he had fights to engage in, he had battles to keep off of Jedi doorsteps.

Caltin had a well to go to once more, and as the shot at his head, Caltin had lightning… an “Electric Judgment” you might say to throw we well followed up by reaching out at that same head only to be thrown momentarily by another tremor. Getting up, Caltin looked around, he could hear the 412th doing their best as more approached, they were smart, carrying slugthrowers. There was another coming their way, he could feel it, but he had one more thing to do. The other… Caltin saw him… so he reached out through the Force… at both Sethrak and Tathra. The armor could save their bodies, but not their heads, their eyes, and what’s behind them specifically. Centering the Force, using as much focus as he could muster without losing awareness of his surroundings, Caltin grasped at whatever he could inside of those heads and closed his hands into fists.

It wouldn’t last… but it would hopefully last long enough to distract them.

~”NOW! NOW! DO IT!”~

He learned a long time ago how to conserve in his connection to the Force, so while he did not have infinite reserves, he could hold out in a fight a lot longer than most. Regardless of the success of Laertia’s attack, Caltin’s next was simple, basic, and low tech…

… a good old-fashioned ass-kicking.

That armor of theirs dissipated the Force being thrown at it. It did nothing against the Force remaining in you, so the gloves on his hands, proficiency in multiple fighting styles, and a damn good right hook, Caltin was going to charge, leap and start with a Force-centered (in his hands) Superman punch to Tathra’s head.

Who’s “Superman”.

The guy people think I’m trying to make you out to be… forget it… anyway, if Caltin could not throw the Force, he could throw hands.

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: Shield Control Room, Sarkan Defense Force Command Center, Southeast Quadrant, Salyrini, Sarka
Objective: The Siege of Salyrini
Allies: Syd Celsius Jyoti Nooran
Enemies: Galak Keldothera

"What the feth is that?" said Dav.

Instinctively, the Jedi tapped the activation stud on his lightsaber, summoning forth its cobalt-hued blade to bathe the darkened room in an ethereal light - cold but beautiful. Travot reached into the Force before he swung his blade high in an overhead slash which severed a wriggling tendril of some grotesque creature. The thing continued to thrash around until the Jedi Knight stretched out his hand and slammed it towards the partially intact wall. He felt an urge to clench his fist and telekinetically crush the wretched thing. Rage....rage is what I feel. Rage at the Bryn'adul, rage at our military...so willing to cast lives away for "the greater good". Simply identifying the emotion helped soothe him. He let out a sigh of relief which quickly turned to a frown as the ground trembled beneath them.

"We are not alone," said the jedi, turning to Dav, "I feel new presences starting to enter the building. Not just whatever that was, but enemy warriors. Is this going to be quick?"

Dav briefly turned his attention from one of the bio-computers that operated the shield generator, "Look, I don't regularly used biologically based tech like this computer. The operating system is a little bit different. Not to mention, these weird glowing runes are a bit distraction..."

The protection spell that Syd had cast on the device...

Travot could hear blaster fire and explosions reverberate in distant corridors as the Concordian troops within the building attempted to fight back the new Juggernauts. Hoplite-series Synthetic Soldiers that made up most of the expeditionary forces that had come to Sarka relied on chemical fuel drives, which combined with bio-organoform circuitry meant that they were much less vulnerable to the energy draining effects of the debaucher than typical droids, though their equipment would likely continue to be very prone to malfunction under such conditions. It's only a matter of time. The man stretched out his mind to reach into the Force, feeling its currents ebb and flow as the battle swirled around them. He quietly approached the door to the room. Someone is here....yet I do not feel any malice. He gingerly forced the door to slide open to reveal a handful of Thunderhead infantrymen.

"Get in here," ordered the Jedi, "before any of the Bryn found you."

One look at the Jedi's glowing lightsaber blade, and the group shuffled into the room. The jedi slammed the door shut and looked around the trashed room.

"Help me barricade the door," said Travot, "we can't have any more guests in here..."

"We're just going to die here?" said one of the new troopers, picking up a wrecked computer console to place in front of the door.

"Hopefully not," said the susevfian, as he helped another trooper push a desk into front of the door, "If Dav over there is as good as he says he is, he can save us with some magical force field that's going to eradicate all life immediately outside of us."

"Well, that might be asking too much," said the smuggler, "though it should be good. The debaucher above us is siphoning some of the energy, so we probably won't have as much strength for this as we'd like, but it should be something good still. Hopefully the admiral can butcher that thing with his guns before it goes off."

"How much more time?"

"A few minutes," said the smuggler, "but maybe we should wait to see if we get more power?"

"You think the Debaucher is going to be dead by then?"

"I wish it was?"

Travot pushed his lips tightly together. The Force be with us...

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

BLOOD GULCH
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Objective: Agoraphobia
Location: Burrower
Bryn'Bois: Ostak Cl'mana | Hrajlmak'Natok | Sethrak
Enemy: Jyoti Nooran | Gir Quee
Equipment: Staff | Cuirass |

The Primarch fell back, his abilities no longer required as the Guardians Servitors began to make their return journey to their individual Burrowers. The light swept past him, consciousness fading from the sheer exertion as his body finally gave out. He was not dead, but instead entered an almost catatonic state. Life was not fleeting but it was now almost dormant. The drumming sounds of claxons blaring as the Burrower began to take off to retreat from the city. He could feel the concern rising through them, the whispers of getting shot down by the orbiting fleet or worse - captured.

He felt Ostak's exhausting, nearly matching his own. His hand, wandering aimlessly at his side. Subconsciously, he sought the Titan, still engaged in the combat below. There was nothing to be manifested from the instincts of such a weakened body. The force had nothing left to give him, only the cosmic fate which it granted. It could either decide if they were indeed victorious or if all this was for nought.

The faint sounds of loud roars came from everywhere, he heard the mention of the Divine and the cheering of the warriors aboard. It seemed, unless he was delusional that the cavalry had finally arrived. He and his Shaman kin were going to be alright.

For a moment, consciousness returned as the Primarch set his eyes on the Overseer, Ostak. There was an acknowledgement in his expression. Respect.

You have my thanks, Overseer.

But as quickly as free thought and motion came it was swept away again as Drek'ma went limp, into fatigue brought sleep.

 

[Mathieu Brion]

Objective: Two-ish
Location: Remote surface entryway
Equipment: Ashlas wristguard | Espresso Revolver | 10 8 L'Escargots with Cryoban charges | Stun baton | Two Lightsabres | Brion Substance Regulator | Electromagnetic pulse emitter | Covert Jedi Robes on top of Gundark II-class Power Armor | 5 4 LPD-39 Coldblast Cryoban Grenade | LPD-40 Icejet Miniaturized Cryoban Projector | Commlink
Enemy Tag: Osam
Allied Tag: Ki'an Vizsla

A smirk spread across the Padawan's features as the Mandalorian fired back. Jestfully, he combed through his hair with his fingers followed by a nonchalant "I don't know. If the Bryn are staying down there, I'd be perfectly happy to keep this up." So far, things had been going more smoothly than anyone could have expected and since his last time facing the Bryn but even then, Concord troopers laid dead around them. Mathieu had leaned that he could not allow himself to take friendly losses too hard. Each soldier who lost his or her life would be mourned - but while he was still on the battlefield, he had to remain unaffected. Humour was really not a very inspiring way to go about it but for now, it was the method which was closest at hand.

Soon, Ki'an returned to his side, putting his hands on his hips. Mathieu looked to the Mandalorian's limbs with skepticism "What are you doing?" he asked as he looked to his ally. It was not long before Ki'an started to speak of the Bryn, sharing his observations with the Jedi. "Yeah, trying to deflect those things is a fool's game. At least the Pimentos are doing a good job." he said, pointing to one of the point defence drones. "Avoidance is a good bet though. Cover behind larger rocks, the Frittata or inside impact craters is also possible. Tree trunks are less reliable, but, if you're desperate, they will do" The remarks were meant as friendly advice - it was just as well that he shared it with the Mandalorian, seeing as Mathieu himself and the troops who were there with him had learned it on Nar Kreeta already.

The conversation would not continue for long as the the Mandalorian soon made note of increased movement in the tunnels. Perhaps Mathieu would have to eat up his own words from the joke earlier as all signs indicated that something big was about to happen. Soon, the Bryn started to push out and seemingly with their full force, providing for much greater firepower than the four ones who provided covering fire earlier. Suddenly, the battle would rage on at full with soldiers desperately seeking shelter from the enemy fire whilst the point defence drones worked at max capacity to reduce the deadly fire which the Bryn sent at them. It was time for Mathieu to working in earnest too as he once more reached out through the force to alter the path of some of the projectiles which were raining down upon him and his allies. He would not be able to save everyone - it was something which he regretted but had learned to accept.

But just as the Concord troopers were taking additional casualties now that the Bryn charged forth, their concave from the slightly elevated position in comparison to the tunnel entrance along with the slippery bottleneck which the Bryn were pushing through allowed for some effective concentrated fire against the charging horde. If they would ever get an opportunity to thin out the alien numbers, this was it. It was something which Mathieu kept in mind too, for while he could save lives through the use of telekinesis, he was very well aware of his limited stamina and could only exert himself in the force for so long. While Ki'an took to the skies to rain down fire on the Bryn from above, Mathieu hurled a Coldblast Cryoban Grenade at a particularly heavy concentration of Bryn troops. After that, he brought out his Espresso Revolver and fired off two L'Escargot slugs with Cryoban charges. Upon impact, the slugs would deposit a Cryoban charge as well as detach an armour-piercing drill which would most likely bore through any foe or cover. Unbeknownst to the Padawan, one of the slugs were heading in the direction of Osam and his guards - but even then, there were plenty of things in between which could potentially block their path.

For now, Mathieu would hold his position by the Concord conclave as he had no intentions of rushing out until the enemy forces got much much closer.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 9
Objective: Coagulation
Allies: Bryn, Tathra Khaeus
Foes: Caltin Vanagor Laertia Io
Inventory: 1x Barad Kukri X Theron Armor X
Location: With Tathra

Naturally things had gone just about as wrong as they could. Somehow, some way, the woman was completely unaffected by the flames. Sethrak had been so certain when the wall of fire had hit her, yet when it cleared she was standing, untouched by his attack. Not only was she untouched, she had responded with her own blast of flames, and by flinging a ship at The Warlock for good measure. He had underestimated her. He wouldn't make that mistake again.

He let the Force give him strength, launching himself into the air he landed on the gunship in mid-air, followed by another leap against the momentum. Then his heart skipped a beat. The witch had slung several objects at Tathra. Sethrak was going to use his five seconds of being airborn to try and attack the girl from an awkward angle. Instead he had to help Tathra.

The one good thing about his failure to kill the girl was that it irritated him. He turned the frustration of this inconvenience into rage, using fire again, but not at the woman. It would incinerate almost all the debris headed toward Tathra.

Then he felt the internal tingling in his head. It wasn't the poison from the girl, it was something else. It didn't kill him. Or even disable him. That being said it hurt. It hurt bad. But he knew to use fear, pain, anger, and other emotions to make himself stronger. This pain would be temporary, and he would use it.

With the fire, gunship, and attack on the Titan out of the way his focus turned toward the girl as he landed on his feet, dirt clouds forming around the impact. The girl was headed toward Tathra. That was going to change. Sethrak's rage had peaked. His eyes glowed a deep, rich orange. His right arm gripped his Khukri tightly, lightning hopping around his arm up to his elbow. His left hand was curled into an opened grip, from the palm of his hand a ball of fire sat, ready to be hurled at anything as flames leapt up his arm.

The Warlock's shoulders raised and fell with each breath.

However he wouldn't use the fire, nor the lightning just yet. He would play a mind game. It would require him to make a connection to the girl's mind again, but he'd be ready for the poison she had sent last time. The goal was to create an illusion, she would see several images of him. Some would attack from afar, others would strike near her. The technique was similar to how he could ease the suffering of a being, or cause it in some cases. It was completely in their head.

However the girl was clearly powerful and well-trained. Perhaps she would see right through his ruse. It was still worth a shot.

 

[Galak]

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BLOOD GULCH
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Objective: Coagulation
Location: Shield Generator Tower Exterior
Bryn'Bois: Tathra Khaeus | Keldothera | Sylok'Vanari | Kelmor | Seer Kalanthir | Ver'kad Inuk | Badar | Ostak Cl'mana
Adversary: Jyoti Nooran | Gir Quee | Travot Ravenna | Syd Celsius |
Equipment: Triad | Armour | Shredder | Bryn Shot |


KAL-TOREN -
The forces that had entered the Tower were fighting through the tight corridors, some even delivered via the Debauchers tendrils right into the Generator room, but they were the last in. The Zealot Elite Kal-toren, lead the group of sixteen Juggernauts that were dropped from its drilling tendrils into the Generator Room. At his side, two Majors wielding Ripper's on his flank. Kal looked the room over once, the huddled forces of the enemy were still protecting the Generator room. Not only that, they were still operating some form of control.

Kal didn't even have time to say anything as the poisoned energy cast by the Sorceress angered the Debaucher, its tendrils tightening round the Generator; violently trying to crush it. The Artificer within acknowledged it as Kal raised his Pulveriser, shooting the control panel the man was using to work.

"Kill them all. Destroy the Generator before they poison it further! Do not let them kill the Debaucher!"

Kal set his eyes on the Jedi, turning the pistol and firing on him with the Kukri held in reverse in his right hand. Four heavies opened fire with their Radesh automatic shotguns as they rushed the infantry. Grenadiers opening fire with their Bryn Shots at the Generator as the Debaucher smashed at it with one of its drilling tendrils. The other Juggernauts opened fire with their Carbines at the infantry.

GALAK -
The shield was flickering overhead as the orbital bombardment continued, if the shield didn't hold it wouldn't matter if they made it to the Burrowers. But something stopped, even if it was just for a moment the orbital bombardment stopped. Galak looked to the sky, the other Juggernauts and Drones across the battlefield looked up to the sky as new formations dropped into the sky.

Galak almost couldn't believe it. Barely able to make out the shape of the Divine Brutality and a small fleet at its back. The remainder of their forces, even those moving in from outside the shield who had been battered by the first orbital strike were now cheering.

"Its the Divine!"

"The fleet is here!"

"We're going to survive!"

"They made it!"

"Yes!!!" Galak raised his arms above his head, crying out with a hearty laugh in sheer joy at the sight ahead.

Finally, the cavalry had arrived. No more destruction from on high, finally the Bryn'adul moved in to save their warriors. Galak turned to Kelmor, grinning from ear to ear.

"We're going to be alright, Kelmor." He patted the acting-General on the shoulder.

He only wished Keldothera had lived to see it. That was when the communication hit him, a stream of thought from the forces inside the Tower. The humans had locked themselves inside the Generator room. They were up to something, he knew it. That joy he felt remained, but he wasn't about to allow Keldothera's sacrifice to be in vain. The idea of escape vanished from his mind, the idea of surviving - any notion of walking away vanished. He turned to Kelmor;

"Get everyone to the ships. Shipmaster Meldera will see you through the roof!"

The Warlord rushed to one of the docked Gunboats; ordering the pilot to get them airborne as the Gunboat came close to the fourth floor.

The Warlord was tired of the tricks and the games. With his wrist blades extended, Galak leapt from the Gunboat onto the Debaucher, then down through glass into the Generator Room its main tendrils were forced through the walls into. Galak landed with a quaking thud, towering over the Juggernauts by a head. His eyes were filled with hate, these men before him were the ones responsible for the death of Keldothera.

He was going to make them pay.

 

[Badar]

Post: 1
Objective: Bring in The Butcherers
Tags: Ver'kad Inuk

The order had been sent, Badar was to bring the Butcherers to attack the Jedi fleet. He didn't hesitate to give the order. Immediately the butcherers began to move to their position. Soon the Jedi fleet would be engaged in a battle that would hopefully result in a Bryn'adul victory. At least it would buy the rescue fleet some time to evacuate the Drael below.

Badar lifted the communication stone, speaking to Ver'kad he said "It is done, they are moving into position. Awaiting further command."

It was just another battle. He had seen plenty before. Enough to know this one was close. He hoped The Divine Brutality's presence would be enough to turn the tide.

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

Planet: Sarka
Location: City Streets | Headed for the Tower and Keldothera
Objective: Coagulation - Find Clarity in the Force
Forces: x2 Ashaka Battlemasters (Hybrids) | Army of Ik'straktors | Small Unit of Juggernaut Minors | Small Unit of Juggernaut Heavies |
Gear: Model A - Verikast Drone Armor | Barricas Oil | Superior Restoration Mutagen | x1 Barad Kukri | x3 Barad Impact Grenades
Allies: Hrajlmak'Natok | Galak | Tathra Khaeus | Kad | Keldothera | Udomek Seker | Primarch Drek'ma | Ostak Cl'mana
Enemies: Jedi
Intent to Engage: Jyoti Nooran (Maybe?) | Allyson Locke

The complexity of the force had always been shrouded in mystery. It teased every sensitive like a baby with candy. Provoking their curiosities in the simplest form, in the most daunting way, it had no answers. Those that sought such meaningful truth would be left stranded in a pit of obscurity. Such things could weaken the mind, body and soul. Regardless, the gifted individuals that called on its power would ignore the carefree nature of its source and search for the answers within it. While dangerous to oneself, intelligent beings would continue to ask the force, potentially weakening their own connection with it, rather than accepting its neutral choices.

Sylok knew all of this. Yet, there he stood amidst the azure threads of the Jedi. It dawned on him that they too had bathed in the force, each capable of their own designated gifts. Only now, the blanket of power lifted from him, his mind puzzled by his own source of power.

If they are lesser...and we the Draelvasier are stronger, then why!?

The thought ate at him as he stared up into the gaping hole, another strand of pure blue splitting off from the first source. Another signature was incoming at a fast rate of speed. Sylok's senses continued to drown him, multiple pings of tiny needles seeping through to his core. The devastation already displayed among him left him displeased. It felt like he'd been standing in the center of the Ik'straktor circle for hours, but minutes had only passed. The streets were bare with blood and bodies from both sides. In such a short time both sides of the war had lost so much.

Sylok was in a deep lull, his mind scrambled from his own doubt. The consistent pursuit of an answer through the force left him stunned, deaf to the loud breaking of the earth. Still, Yek Trell granted aid, his hands gyrating in a half circle before a giant sweeping pulse of raw tendrils exploded outward. A crimson red of threads slithered throughout the entire city, latching onto any Bryn forces it could find. Its touch would re-ignite their will to continue, devote them to the cause even more as the battle meditation tactic awakened a new flame.

Sylok could feel the raw energy pressing into him, feeding him a rush of reality. The pale skin above his brow creased inward as he squinted, re-adjusting his sight. His body shivered, coursing with Yek Trell's bolstering effort. This was good. His thoughts dispersed and a wave of vibration ruptured through his stance, almost toppling him over.

A quake so intense it began to split him off from the gaping hole above. The subterranean city splitting apart as it did. Sylok's thoughts looped back to doubt, but his will to continue pressed him forward.

"Yek Trell, Stay back and wait for Vedkar! The city is going under soon! I'll find a burrower, if I'm not back in time, find a way out yourselves."

Sylok snapped into action, running from the Jedi that branched off from the top end of the surface. This was his out, despite the boosting confidence in Yek Trell's mastery, he still felt confused about the power emitting from the Jedi. They weren't like the others, they possessed what he would expect a Draelvasier to have...strength. In all things, the seers had taught him that it wasn't a sickness. That the force was its own living thing, that granted them the power to exterminate the lesser races. If this was so, then why did such powerful sensitives come from societies built on lies?

With deep inhale, Sylok's lungs filled, his body in full stride to weed through the destruction along the city streets before coming to a sudden halt. A spike of electrified fear reached him, a signature so familiar; Sylok turned his gaze toward the tower exterior. a flood of water gushing out from the crevices as he watched the display. His grey eyes narrowed and the force whispered to him, the guidance a breif understanding of what was really happening.

General Keldothera!?

Sylok wasted no time and headed for the tower. The only words that poured out into the comm stone were of desperation.

"Don't die on us General, I'm on the way!"

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: the Emerald Undertow, Task Force Undertow, near Salyrini City
Objective One: The Siege of Salyrini
Allies: Jyoti Nooran
Enemies: Tathra Khaeus Galak Ostak Cl'mana Ver'kad Inuk

"Just keep chipping away at it," muttered the admiral, watching as the Emerald Undertow's twelve massive Thunderer-class Heavy Particle Cannons continued to bombard the Debaucher that was assaulting the Command Center.

It was something of a puzzle to him. Thus far, the Debaucher had managed to survive an artillery barrage, the attacks of a dozen heavy battle crawlers, more sustained firepower from three aerial cruisers that continued to orbit around the grotesque beast, and the sustained heavy particle cannon fire from the Emerald Undertow that was at least equivalent to that of an entire star destroyer. Yet it continued forward unfazed. Perhaps the Debaucher is able to regenerate itself from feeding on energy from the shield generator? He frowned and considered that possibility. The Bryn'adul had showed an impressive ability to adapt their culture, and combined with genetic engineering skills that reminded him of the Vong of old, he could not discount that possibility. More research will be needed...Always so much to do...I will need to pay more attention to work of Lucerne Biological Systems again, won't I?

He glanced at the other tac-screens, watching as the Silver Jedi Concord fleet that surrounded Salyrini continued to attack the Bryn'adul. The lightest point defense systems on his warships batted away Phredraks or strafed infantry while the largest guns continued to pound the burrowers and other large Bryn'adul constructs. Hundreds of smaller shuttle, dropships, and other small craft ships continued to rapidly enter and depart from the city as they evacuated Jedi, concord soldiers, and helpless civilians alike - an operation so complex and large that accidents and confusion were bound to happen. One of the flight controller's voices began to rise over the din as he argued with a shuttle pilot.

"Look Rhys, there's just no room in Bay 17. Head over to the Midnight Darkest, they should have something. I promise you....Yes, yes I'm not lying....They told you they didn't? Let me check-"

Ariela nudged him and pointed to the rising burrower that contained Ostak Cl'mana , "Looks like they're going to try and make a break for it."

"We can't have that," said the blonde man crossing his arms, "tractor that ship and any other large vessels that attempt to leave the city. Vries, take down that starship's engines. We're not done with them yet."

"On it sir."

One of the Emerald Undertow's massive Aura Composite Tractor Beam Projectors moved to grab ahold of the other starship. If its latch was successful, the Undertow wouldn't simply try to drag the dropship to the battlecruiser's waiting guns, but the Aura's gravity field disruptor would act to immensely increase the other vessel's mass to make it even more sluggish and difficult to leave the atmosphere. Similar tactics would be employed against any large Bryn'adul vessel trying to leave the city. A short-haired woman raised her voice and turned her hazel-colored eyes onto the admiral.

"Master Nooran's forces are nearing the Debaucher. Shall we cease fire?"

The admiral nodded, "Cease fire, redirect Thunder Particle Cannons on that burrower trying to depart. have the aerial cruisers move to standby for possible extraction of their Thunderhead Infantry from the tower or be ready to provide immediate fire support per Master Nooran's orders."

"Aye sir."

"New contacts emerging into the system!" shouted a mon calamari sensor operator, "They appear to be led by the Divine Brutality. They're entering the atmosphere quickly, headed our way."

That raised the admiral's eyebrow, "Keep us between them and the city. We'll take them on broadside if that's what they want. Standby to activate the Undertow's own Starlight Scutum overshield. Pull all of our fighters back to screen us and engage small enemy strikecraft."

He flicked a switch on his headset to change its channel, "Admiral Elijah King , I have a sensor reading that you are most likely already tracking: the Divine Brutality is en route to Salyrini City on Sarka. We'd love to have your company."

As the man spoke, the vessels of the Silver Jedi Concord fleet continued to move in concentric circles around and over the city. That left their underside batteries clear to continue to pound the Bryn'adul still trapped on the world while leaving the dorsal batteries on his vessels clear to continue to engage the newly arrived Bryn'adul warships. A few Wavebreak-class Battlecruisers, Deshet-class Heavy Carriers, Union II-class Assault Carriers and almost countless smaller craft, from still powerful Tritones II-class Heavy Cruisers to almost insignificant Liberté-class Light Corvettes continued to circle over the smoldering city - vultures to the Bryn'adul and shield to the galactic community still striving to escape from the cataclysmic devastation that seemed to be engulfing the ancient settlement. It was a classic blockade formation, and one that truly had no front or rear as the ship's continued their orbits around Salyrini.

The man watched as the sensor signatures on his tac screen grew larger. As they did, hundreds of plasma energy torpedoes and long-range turbolaser fire surged out to greet the Bryn'adul interlopers even as shorter-ranged weapons continued to track their opponents, waiting for them to just enter range of the Concord's fleet. The Bryn'adul fleet fired almost simultaneously, sending out volleys of their wicked slugs coated in Radesh oil. Some of the smaller Concord ships instantly buckled and shuddered on the impact of such weapons, even as the larger vessels shrugged off such hits due to heavy armor or the use of anti-concussion fields. A slugging match...Debauchers that moved to board ships found themselves frequently pushed or dragged away by tractor beam projectors or blunted by disintegrating Starlight Scutum shields.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Location //: Command Center & Shield Generators //:
//: Objective //: Siegebreaking (Coagulation) //:
//: Allies //: Jyoti Nooran & Gir Quee //: SJC
//: Opposition //: Tathra Khaeus //: Galak //: Sethrak //: Primarch Drek'ma //: Keldothera //: Udomek Seker //: Osam //: Ostak Cl'mana //:
//: G L I T T E R & G O L D//:

Everything on the battlefield moved quickly; Allyson knew her orders and continued forward after gathering the group heading into the depths with her. Standing with the group, Allyson quickly issued the orders, her eyes falling upon each and every face. There were a point and time where she was standing on the other side of this conversation. Being the soldier listening to her commander, trusting them to lead her to victory and keeping her alive.

She had been in the commander's position several times before this, but this time it felt a little different. The faces she spoke to were faces she had seen before, ones that she had fought alongside, and now she was their current commander. "Strike hard and fast, don't give up - may the force be with all of you." The Valkyries and Jedi Knights saluted and responded, wishing their commander the same success.

It didn't take long for the breaching pods to break through and head towards the command center. As they drew closer, it was apparent that the Bryn'adul had adjusted their game plan, which only meant that Allyson's job was going to be even more challenging. The goal was to continue to overwhelm the generators, but Allyson needed more than a group of Valkyries and Knights with the chaos they faced.

Her hand rested against her cheek as she directly connected to Jyoti as she exited the breaching pod quickly, which had crashed into a group of grunts. <Things are a mess - going to need a bit more cover, think you can help out?> She removed the eyepatch she wore quickly, letting the cybernetic eye adjust, giving her access to her personal HUD system.

The Valkyries and knights promptly fanned out to help carve a way to the generators. On the other hand, Allyson quickly slipped into her Force Cloak and headed closer, weaving in and out of the fighting grunts till she was able to get close enough yet keeping some distance from the generators. Climbing on top of one of the crashed breaching pods, Allyson crouched low and allowed her mind to open to the Force, a hand reaching out towards the shield generators.

Focusing on the Force, she reached out, searching for the electromagnetic waves that hummed loudly around the tech and control panels. Her breathing calmed, and the Corellian focused her mind on pushing the shield generators farther along. She needed to overwhelm the power cells while trying not to die. She hoped that the men and women she had brought with her could handle things and that Jyoti would be able to save her butt…

...again. ​

 

[Udomek Seker]

BLOOD GULCH
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OBJECTIVE: Coagulation in the Heart of Courage
LOCATION: Burrower > Southwest Quadrant
EQUIPMENT: Verikast Juggernaut Platform 12A (Back plate gone | right greave and knee plates gone) | Glaive
ALLIES: Kad
ENEMIES: Caedyn Arenais

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Udomek heard the old man’s words sometimes survival was not the coward’s way out. Udomek had the heart of warrior and he would have stayed and fought to the death his or the jedi. He took a moment and looked at the dead around him both the Bryn’adul and the Jedi. As the Kad moved and picked up his arm. Udomek saw all those in his squad dead, his brethren those he had trained with most his life now for this battle were gone. He looked back at Caedyn Arenais who spoke but did not attack, why he had to wonder? He did not understand the Jedi words or why he just turned away.


Udomek just grunted to himself he figured if the Jedi did not want to fight anymore, he should make sure the Old Man got back to the Burrower. He took off running behind the old man stumbling a few times as the ground cracked beneath his feet. This allowed the old one to get a ahead of him a bit as the ground began to quake and split between them.


He saw as the old man leapt and made it across the growing crevasse that became six meters between the two. Udomek barely heard what Gredak had yelled out but he saw the outstretch arm and hand. Old fool Udomek thought to himself as he reached the edge of the Crevasse and took his leap of faith. He put every ounce of power he had left in legs as ran and leapt forward dropping his glaive mid run.


Udomek reached out his harm and hand as far as he could in front of him. His huge hand grasped Gredak at the for arm. Has he swung in towards the crevasses wall his other arm grasped for the edge. As he had ahold of it, he used his strength plus Gredaks to pull himself up. There was no time for thanks or to ask why, as Udomek got to his feet. The Burrower was just ahead and looked like it was getting ready to take off they didn’t have much time to get there.


Udomek just looked at Gredak with a reassuring nod. “Let’s go.” He knew the Old one could have left him behind. The old one could have not reached out his hand and let him fall to what most likely would have been his death. Why he did not Udomek didn’t have time to stand there and contemplate, he would have time to reflect later. He sprinted for the Burrower making sure Gredak was keeping pace with him the whole way.

 

[Seer Kalanthir]

BLOOD GULCH
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Objective: Coagulation
Location: Salyrini City
Allies: Ostak Cl'mana | Keldothera | Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Ostak Cl'mana | Udomek Seker |
Enemies: Jyoti Nooran | Gir Quee | Allyson Locke | Travot Ravenna |

The stonesingers and Ashaka at his side began to fall, their drained bodies no longer able to hold themselves upright as the Seer continued to use his powers against the enemy forces attempting to escape. Dropships, blaster apart before they could take off and others caught in what was slowly becoming an ionic storm. He mirrored the blight of Draemidus, its beautiful red storms - the Sarkans would have a taste of their home-world, below that, the maze of fighting hundreds of Ra'maks, and what remained of Phedraks and friendly ships began to almost solely focus on the escaping ships, ignoring their adversarial aerial enemies in favour in ensuring almost no one would escape.

Above, he could sense the Errindak beasts entering the planets atmosphere; the fleet had arrived. Through the mind-stone the Seer felt the wall of joy that spread throughout the Bryn'adul forces on the ground. Too long had they suffered under the terrible fire from above, and now it was time to make them pay. This planet, the entire system would be theirs!

The Seer extended the dense storm, already having spread across what remained of the open ceiling as dozens of tendrils shot out, the ionic storm empowered with his malice, his wish to dominate - uncontrollably lashed out at nearly anything technological in a mixture of lightning and ionising blasts. He feel the exhausting begin to seep in, the power at play almost beyond him - a mixture of his own concoctions and the Jedi whom had summoned the storm previously. He would not be able to control it for much longer.

Only managing to stop them from targeting the Burrowers and Gunboats, delivering forces en-masse outside of the Quilxyn's shields protecting their forces from the orbital bombardment temporarily; back to the Burrowers. They had already cornered so many of the enemies forces in the centre of the city before the Primarch had tore it open, the Seer was surprised there was enough to fill so many escape vessels.

All the same, he would ensure that not all or even most could escape.

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective: Agoraphobia
Post: 9
Allies: Primarch Drek'ma / Ostak Cl'mana
Enemies: Gone Home
Location: Ostak's Burrower
Equipment: Warlock's Armour / Battle Staff
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Hrajlmak made his way to the Burrower's command deck, found a quiet corner and collapsed onto the floor with a heavy sigh. He filled his lungs, and exhaled heavily. Slowly, he unraveled the thousands of brains connected to his own, dismantling the telepathic web. It was like lifting an anvil off one's mind. Hot flushes dazed and confused him, his flesh feeling like a furnace. The cooling fluid was draining from holes in his armour, but what didn't drain picked up the leftover heat from the blaster bolts, cycling it around his torso. He growled, pushing his fingers into a flush hole in his armour. The chest plate jerked out of place with a sharp hiss. He grabbed it and threw it off his body as if it were boiling water, sending it sliding across the floor. His carapace was almost boiling to the touch, with areas closest to the blaster damage having become a viscous liquid. His right arm throbbed in pain, having almost lost it below the bicep in his duel. His head dropped to the floor, the fatigue of battle seizing him.

The Burrower slowly rose through Sarka's crust, leaving behind a smoking husk of what once could have been considered a civilisation. The Bryn'adul had had their way here. The forest burnt, and space made. Space for what was right. Every world they touched became a painting that embodied the seven tenets. Each a testimony of what would become of the infectious complacency that had rooted itself in the cultures of the Galaxy. Uninhabited worlds were terraformed. Remade in the image of Draemidus. Inhabited worlds that dared put up a fight saw this same fate. But not without first being shown their place. Like Sarka. Any every world that had come before it. And every world that would come after.

Hrajlmak's breath was heavy. Exhaustion dug its way into his core. He wanted so desperately to sleep. His mind grew heavy and his eyelids flashed with the beginnings of a dream. Within moments of laying his head on the floor, Hrajlmak drifted off to a deep sleep. One his body ached for. The world of men and monsters faded away, replaced by the ethereal and infinitely surreal.

The sky was red and flashed with incessant lightning strikes. Distant thunder a low-end ambience while the trees of the forest he now found himself in sang with high-pitched Draemidus animal song. The flora was tall and thick, and in it, a young Hrajlmak preyed on his kill. He wore nothing. His muscular figure bare and almost unmarked. Distinctive planar carapace bore no scars, and told no history. In this world, his story had not been written yet. Six eyes peered through the foliage with blade-sharp focus. Ahead of him, a native beast growled mindlessly. At the culmination of Hrajlmak's time in the Kad'maera, this beast would be his graduation. Its skull his certificate. His legs tensed, his body curved into the ground like a tiger. He burst from the weeds, roaring as if he were the animal he hunted. He had ditched his weapon in the mud, and now pounced with hands outstretched. His kill was certain as he flew through the air. He could already picture the terrible violence he would exact on the beast. A blazing red axe taller than his own body came spinning through his peripheral vision. The beast before him, unable to react in time, was swept up by the massive weapon, torn apart as the momentum of the famous axe threw its lifeless vessel across the forest floor. Hrajlmak landed gracelessly in the mud. Belly down, he stared with seething anger at the dirt beneath him. He burst to his feet and spun to face the towering figure who had snatched his prize from him. The Chieftain stared with nonchalance at the Warlock, returning none of Hrajlmak's emotion. Hraj;lmak shrieked in anger and cast a flurry of blazing red lightning at Tathra, the bolts smacking against the Chieftain's bare chest with no effect. He sprinted to meet his creator, his enemy, and swung at him. But his diminutive stature meant he could only reach the Chieftain's diaphragm. Not only that, but his fists moved with infuriating sluggishness. Hrajlmak's anger was Earth-shattering. He had been robbed of what mattered to him most in the moment, and fair justice could not be delivered. He was powerless, weak, and small. Tathra looked down on the Warlock, his opaque eyes regarding the young Warlock with distaste. He swatted at Hrajlmak, sending the small figure off his feet. Hrajlmak jumped up again and screamed:

"Thief!" His voice broke, anger incomprehensible. "You-You care nothing for me. Nor anyone or anything. You rampage through this galaxy not for us. Not for.. for.. any principle or idea. No. You do this to prove something to yourself and only yourself! Last of a dead breed of creatures too blind and weak to preserve themselves and so you preside over us, thinking of yourself as a God while you conquer and destroy just to persuade yourself that you are, in fact, strong!? Just to make yourself believe you are not just the final dreg of a species no different from the cancer you claim to cleanse now!" Hrajlmak's tirade brought him to the edge of tears. While he shouted and screamed the world around him had changed. The calm skies of Eshan now cast their colour on the pair. "And what are you?" Tathra's unmistakeable voice seemed to boom and reverberate through the Universe itself. "You lash out at everything that moves. You roar and scream, kill and maim. Your anger knows no bounds. You are poisonous and hostile to your own people, and why? Because of this?" Tathra gestured behind him. A massive Confederate cruiser drifted through the air, below it, a battle raged. Silently, a towering citadel came crashing down upon the cruiser, bringing it along as it screamed towards the ground. As the citadel crashed, an unseen Servitor screamed in pain and was killed in the chaos. "Mistakes are unavoidable. I banished you for this because you were reckless and immature. And for this you blame me? Your anger is nothing but a disguise for your shame of failure. And yet, where most see their errors and correct them, you have continued in life blaming anything but yourself. You are pathetic". Tathra's words beat against Hrajlmak's ears. Hrajlmak couldn't reconcile the anger he felt with the willingness to act on these words. He searched for the words, and found none. He breathed like he had run a marathon, hoping he could fight back against.. something. Anything. But he knew his was a lost cause. His head fell into his hands, where he finally realised he had failed to change.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

BLOOD GULCH
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Objective: Coagulation
Location: Southwest Quadrant
Allies: Sethrak | Udomek Seker | Ostak Cl'mana | Osam | Hrajlmak'Natok | Primarch Drek'ma | Badar | Sylok'Vanari
Enemies: Laertia Io | Caltin Vanagor | Jyoti Nooran | Gir Quee
Axe | Gauntlet | Armour |
Mount: Dreddikkast |

Red flame arced through the edge of his periphery, engulfing the armoured woman temporarily before being quickly extinguished by her defences, he could feel Sethrak's approach through the Mind Stone but had no time to register it. Blue cryo-flames darting from the length between them across to Tathra almost simultaneously as the Jedi attempted to lock the Axe in place with his blades; using the force to block what with otherwise skewered him. The Titan turned on his right foot, stepping back with his left as his right hand moved from the shaft of the Axe upward into a raised blocking motion; a shield of purple energy forming in a semi-circular motion around himself. Though with his focus split, the shield was not enough to entirely protect him - the exposed portion of his left arm alight with blue flame, pain was all he could feel. His left handed grip shifted into a forward grasp, bringing the shaft against the length of the inside of his arm, turning the Axe in the ground as he yanked it from underneath the two sabers, weightless blades did little to restrain it, tearing up the ground as he pulled it close.

The battlefield mirrored the chaos of the small conflict, as the Seer used his power to down the Concord's ships intending to flee; the city filled with the roaring cheers of the Bryn'adul as the fleet arrived above. Their battle cry overpowering even the terrible rending of the earth beneath their feet. The city ever slowly crushing in upon itself, sinking and flooding its tunnels as millions died in the chaos. The Obaliscs remained, now turning their powerful beams on the enemy orbital ships and the dropships intending to escape. Ra'maks and Phedraks throwing away their lives to attack the enemy fleet still attacking their forces.

All around them, Burrowers rose up from the city-scape, the Quilxyn within providing exterior shielding where they could to avoid the falling debris of the ceiling collapsing in on itself or the orbital fire. The Burrowers were extremely resilient pieces of equipment, able to withstand the strikes of the smaller fleet now solely focused on stopping them. The military target had been eliminated, and now it was time to conquer the system.

A slice of shrapnel the size of a human leg flung round his emanated shield, slicing through his crown above the eye. Pain, in the back of his mind struck from nowhere as more and more debris was flung his way. The Titan fought his mind for control, pushing the pain to the recesses of his thought as he focused on the combat at hand, a thousand times had the Jedi tried their hand at his demise. He could hear the roars of victory, the battle cry of his children. It fuelled him, the Dreddikkast's battle meditation sharpening every sense, every reflex.

This would be no different.

Tathra brought his left foot forward, right back as he dropped the Gauntlet's shield, his right held close to his chest in a defensive motion - thrusting the Axe forward in his left with a quick underarm inside jab releasing a red shockwave of energy capable of sending several metric tons hurdling around them, enough force to extinguish the flames and sending what was left of the debris Sethrak's flames hadn't destroyed spiralling around them. The blood oozed from the wound above his eye, black liquid mitigating his left eye's vision slightly; but not enough. The Jedi was approaching from the left, running into a leap as the armoured woman thrust toward his chest with her spear from his right.

In a flash of motion, he dropped the Axe from his left hand; stepping on the ball of his right foot as he stepped back, bending at the knee, subsequently putting a fraction of more space between he and the Jedi and his right hand closer to the ground whilst turning solely his body to face his chest toward the Jedi as the armoured woman's spear came for him, quick footwork shifting him almost out of the way of the lunging spear. Tathra raised his left hand, open palmed - simultaneously calling the Axe to his right, magnetised to his grip in a split-second as the spear went for his side, now skirting between his underarm and grazing his right pectoral, shredding through the Verikast plate as the blue flame stung his underarm. Pushing through the pain and irritation; he swung over her spear to decapitate her, releasing a powerful shockwave from the Axe if it didn't take her head clean off to at least blast her away. The end of the swing bringing the shaft to the parallel of his back, stopping the swing and momentum in its tracks.

In his left, the massive crimson fist caught the Jedi's fist strike in the palm of his hand, near three times the size of the humans. His stance had assisted him in the defence, stopping the blow mere inches from his face. Whatever empowered strength was in the Jedi's grasp was noticeable, the kinetic energy rattling through his wrist to his shoulder with painful spasms, it reminded him of his age. Past his prime; even so the Titan carried the strength of over fifty men. His body conditioned to fight monsters, warriors, sorcerers and the dark things that wonder beyond the edge of the Galaxy. He was Draelvasier, he was superior.

The Titan growled, irritated. Pushing the fist back as he rose to full height.

In every way.

 

[Osam]

Objective: Chase The Weak
Allies: The Bryn'adul
Enemies: Engaging Mathieu Brion | Ki'an Vizsla
Equipment:
Kukri
Verikast Drone Armor
Assault Carbine
Pulverizer Sidearm

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The Sraelvun and their Risen-Sraelvun leaders were eager to engage in the carnage of warfare. The Drones had been designed from vat-birth onward to follow orders, and while they did try to keep themselves alive where possible, the Sraelvun, in particular, were quick to pounce on an opportunity for conflict regardless of the danger it entailed. The Risen were more cautious than their lesser brethren, and that trait demonstrated itself in the actions of the assorted Majors who allowed their squads to move directly ahead of them, soaking the vast majority of enemy fire in the process.

Osam maneuvered alongside his squad, leaping over one of their fallen who had caught a set of blaster bolts across the back of his head. The hybrid had observed as the bolt had fallen from the heavens, sliding through empty air until it had coalesced with the Sraelvun's skull - it had missed Verikast by only inches. His eyes wandered upward immediately as he fell behind a chunk of upturned stone debris which had been detonated out from the tunnel previously, locking onto the Mandalorian sky-warrior as he went about the process of tagging his men from behind.

Another glance at the battlefield before him revealed the presence of an enemy vehicle, though he was doubtful that it would significantly impact their battle since it appeared to be a lightly-armed APC instead of a tank or artillery piece. A shriek from behind him drew his attention, rising above the sound of heavy slugthrowers and blasters going off. Another full squad of Sraelvun and their Risen Major had appeared within the tunnel, and Osam immediately recognized the appearance of his reserve squad.

Perhaps half of the assaulting squads' numbers had been culled by their push out into the open, and so it was simultaneously a relief and an irritation to see the reserve squad making their way towards them. These too sustained losses in their run, but their Major was swift-footed and able to make his way to the First of the Risen in a short series of bounds and leaps.

"You were supposed to wait!" Osam shrieked in close proximity, leveling his carbine over his cover and squeezing off a short burst of suppressive rounds towards the soldiers taking cover behind the Frittata.

"The tunnels are collapsing. Airstrikes. Orbital weapons... magma." The appearing Major stated, highlighting the reason for his arrival. Perhaps his presence would prove useful after all. Better to fight and make their forces useful than to be crushed under a trillion tons of stone. Osam grumbled, preparing to give orders to the Major when a sudden pair of projectiles struck against the arrival's abdomen. The Quilxyn Protector's were fast, but they were not instantaneous in their application, and the pair of slugs avoided their attention, splattering with Cryoban all over the Major's body. He gasped in pain and shock an instant before the armor-piercing drills slid through his lungs, popping the air-bags and forcing a wheeze from his side as the wind escaped.

Shock and terror made themselves known on the Risen's face at his fate, death coming to him in gasping and sudden breaths. Were an Ashaka present, they might have been able to rescue him, but Osam knew none were in the area, and he would suffer a terrible fate. It was a waste of a bullet to execute the Major, but Osam cared more for the suffering of his brethren than for the expenditure of munitions - the shot was quick, undramatic, and brutal in its efficacy.

The sudden collapse of a Sraelvun nearby on the slippery slopes caused by the Sundae Shells was enough to remind him of the importance of terrain in their conflict. He cast his gaze back towards the tunnel, acknowledging the way that it was held up in spite of the rocky detonation from earlier, and the slightly elevated position that its very top provided. Osam rushed forward towards the tunnel, a mere meter of distance, his clawed hands lashing against the stone outcroppings as he hauled himself up with impressive speed.

Sraelvun were good climbers on birth, but Osam had always exceeded in that skill. He scaled far faster than any of his peers, shooting up the rock as if though it were merely a surface upon which he ought to walk. Higher up, he was a greater target, to be certain, but it also meant shooting at the rocketeering Mandalorian with what was almost level-ground. The hybrid allowed his carbine to rest against the back of the stone, holding himself attached with his feet and one of his arms as he steadied the weapon, and sent a burst of high-caliber projectiles soaring towards the Mandalorian.

If he wanted to fight a battle of elevations - Osam could do that.

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: Sarkan Defense Force Command Center, Southeast Quadrant, Salyrini, Sarka
Objective: The Siege of Salyrini
Allies: Jyoti Nooran Allyson Locke
Enemies: Galak Galak
Equipment: listed in signature, Icejet Cryoban Wrist sprayer, 3 Coldblast Grenades

The Jedi felt something forbidding before the Debaucher's tentacle smashed through the ceiling to release its passengers. The Concord soldiers and the Jedi acted quickly, tossing a Coldblast grenade up the tentacle's passage. With his hand still outstreteched from throwing the grenade, Travot reached through the Force to grab ahold of Galak and attempted to telekinetically grab the Bryn'adul warrior and pull him forward to impale him on his extended lightsaber blade. The Thunderhead soldiers immediately moved to engage the other Brutes, firing their CryoBan rifles and projectile weapons loaded with cryoban rounds. One soldier moved in front of Dav and the computer console, using the shielding from his power armor to provide shielding for the console. The Bryn'adul present would soon find that the Concord soldiers utilized power armor which increased their strength to the levels of Baedurin and provided them with exceptional resilience against many of their weapons.

The man submerged himself into the Force, letting it guide his actions. Even as he did so, he could feel the strain of the Debaucher's tentacle trying to crush the generator. The shield generator's thick trimantium casing as well as Syd's runes would provide it with some protection for a while, but such passive features clearly wouldn't make it invincible. He could already hear some of the casing starting to bend.

"Dav, you better trigger that thing soon!"

 

[Ostak Cl'mana]

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POST: IX
OBJECTIVE: BABYSIT DREK'MA AGRAPHOBIA (II)
LOCATION: BURROWER APPROACHING PLANETARY CRUST, CITY OUTSKIRTS
DRAEL ALLIES ON OBJECTIVE: Primarch Drek'ma (in close proximity) / Hrajlmak'Natok & co (in relative proximity)
HOSTILES: SJC | Open to engaging up to 3 Jedi opponents
EQUIPMENT: Traditional Shaman robes
BEASTS: None

Ostak wavered on the edge of consciousness.
​

He had overexerted himself to protect his Primarch, to protect his Shamen, and to protect the battalions who had evacuated the collapsing caves on his Burrower. It was easy to imagine falling into a temporary sleep, letting his burden of responsibility temporarily off his shoulders to provide him much-needed relief. Yet he remained vaguely aware of a battle around him, a battle that would likely continue to be waged on the planet's surface. If Ostak could lead for just an hour more, then he would be in a good position to secure a glorious Draelvasier victory with low casualties.

Slowly but surely, Ostak's resolve regrew, drawing on the tenets he was tasked to protect with utmost secrecy to reinvigorate him. He felt the presence of several spare Draeyde Bats, perching asleep in an alcove near him. Drawing on the remnants of his spiritual energy, the Shaman-Overseer reaped the souls of the bats, who promptly crumpled to the ground as lifeless husks. Almost instantly, Ostak felt sensation return to his pained and sore limbs, and clarity was restored in his brain. He rose up to stand, his feet initially wobbly but quickly getting a feel for the smooth steel ground. The Shaman-Overseer left the husks and the beast hangar alone, leaving for the central chambers of the Burrower.

Seconds after stepping into the halls, he was greeted by an overwhelming cheer. Fighting the urge to cover his ears, Ostak approached a nearby Shaman to ask about the sudden development.

"Shaman, what is the cause of your celebration?" asked Ostak.

"You haven't heard?" replied the Shaman, puzzled at his lack of knowledge. "The Divine Brutality is here! With its immense power, we'll surely crush those pitiful Jedi like the rats they are."

The Shaman-Overseer simply nodded, busying himself with absorbing the new information. If Byrn'adul naval elements had arrived in the system, then its conquest was likely approaching its final stages. Attacked both in the ground and space, the Jedi survivors would be hard pressed to deliver an effective counterattack, especially in the wake of massive civilian casualties in the now-destroyed city.

"Could you give me your comm stone, Shaman?"

"Sure, here you go."

Taking the smooth rock in his hands, Ostak activated its mechanisms and set it to a frequency that would be picked up by most friendly units within a ten kilometer radius.

[Hello, this is Shaman Beast Master Ostak Cl'mana. The Primarch is currently in critical but stable condition, and will likely be fit for command once more after a healing session. In the meantime, I have been given permission to assume command over all forces previously under the Primarch until he is in better condition. We may be escaping this unfavorable and dangerous battlefield, but the battle itself is far from over. Once we surface, we should NOT head into space and the Jedi guns awaiting us. After we hit the surface, stop all thrust and go into reverse if they attempt to pull us out. We will use our beasts, artillery, and manpower to our fullest extent to hunt down and exterminate any evacuees the Jedi attempt to get off the planet. At the same time, we will be careful of orbital bombardment, keeping our most valuable units and commanders heavily shielded until space superiority is gained above. Remember, we may have taken great losses, but the tenet of STRENGTH will keep us together until the last Drone, Juggernaut, Shaman, Seer, and Zealot fall.]

A resounding cry of "STRENGTH!!!" answered the Shaman-Overseer's order.

Satisfied with his speech, Ostak moved deeper into the Burrower to reconvene with its senior officers as the great machine sliced through the ground, its tip emerging into the open air of Sarka's surface.

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SARKA OUTER ORBIT
FLEET OF DIVINE BRUTALITY
SUPPORTING: Badar | Ver'kad Inuk
ENGAGING: SJC vessels under Gir Quee
VANGUARD DETACHMENT: 3 CONQUESTORS

Surely enough, the Jedi fleet immediately engaged Meldera's task force.
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The focus of hundreds of anti-capital weapons were swiftly placed upon the Conquestors, their natural shields rattling nearly nonstop.

"Engineer, what is the integrity of our shields?" asked Shipmaster Meldera.

"70% and falling." replied the Aeravalin lead engineer. "If we advance for another five minutes, we might lose all integrity."

Now, the Shipmaster was in a bind. Without immediate support, the Drael on the ground may go for an hour or longer without reinforcement. However, from what he had heard, the battle on the ground was going well for the Draelvasier, with the vast underground city now in ruins. Ultimately, it would be better to be cautious and allow Fleetmaster Ver'kad to take the brunt of the Jedi fleet with his larger task force, preventing the risk of losing precious supplies that might be hastily lost. He concluded by putting more trust in the divisions on the ground and began a minor withdrawal.

[Task Force Meldera, this is your Shipmaster. We are going to turn 30 degrees to the right to divert their fire while opening fire with our own armaments. Due to superior hostile firepower, we are temporarily ABANDONING our blockade running mission.]

Shipmaster Meldera then closed his comm stone array and watched as the Conquestor fleet's engines shifted, turning to ensure that the Jedi blockade would have to use two lanes of fire to target all Byrn warships. He recognized that it was not a rout or a retreat of cowardice, but rather a move of necessity that could be repurposed to create a more flexible Draelvasier unit that could more effectively utilize their STRENGTH.

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[Keldothera]

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BLOOD GULCH
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Objective: Coagulation
Location: Shield Generator Tower Exterior
Bryn'Bois: Sylok'Vanari | Tathra Khaeus | Galak | Seer Kalanthir |
Enemy: N/A
Equipment: Armour | Splitter | Crippler | Carbine | Dual Shredders

Shades of black and grey were filtered with blue as the destruction of the tunnels caused new pathways to emerge, pulling the near dead Excavator and unconscious General into a vacuum; the intensity of the water gushing through propelling them upward as the ground tore open, the massive corpse of the Excavator crashing onto a steep, isolated section of land with the limp form of Kelda at its side, hand still caught in the drill. Both lay there silent, waves rolling over them as the ground separated again.

Even without eyes, without thought the instincts still drew upon what she had been taught. Her devotion, still calling out to rise again, her Mind Stone booming like a beacon as Sylok sought after her. Some part of her knew, water deep in her lungs as her body convulsed where it sat on the newly formed beachhead. Dreams of smothering, drowning. It told her, her body was still alive. There was a chance, a chance to serve their mighty cause and see the day won. The General fought in the depths of her mind, fighting for even the slimmest chance of survival.

Flashes past busied eyelids, constructs of Edemar and Lothal, the rising towers on Draemidus and the red grass fields of Baros. So many worlds, rebuilt stronger than before by Draelvasier hands. Built by the Bryn'adul, the purpose they brought and the strength of their truth. It was worth living for, worth dying for too.

She clung to it like fabric slipping between her fingers, the hope to lead a life of purpose. But it would all be for nought if someone didn't find her.

 

[Kad]

BLOOD GULCH

OBJECTIVE: COAGULATION
LOCATION: Burrower
EQUIPMENT: Glaive | Shredder [2] | Splitter Bow | Armour |​

ALLIES: Udomek Seker
ENEMIES: N/A

Gredak dug his feet in, his arm straining with all the strength he had left to pull the Juggernaut up, using his entire body to sway the giant inward; nearly falling as Udomek pulled himself up. Gredak returned the nod, crawling up to his feet; balance shifting as the ground beneath their feet continued to crack and break apart. The two broke into sprint, rushing toward the nearest Burrower as Gunboats and a large force of infantry did the same, moving into the Gunboat bays and the infantry barracks at the base of the Burrower.

The ground shattered like portions of plates beneath their feet, Gredak leaping across two parting sections of a hill, landing opposite the juggernaut as a chunk of the ceiling came crashing down, striking a Gunboat from the air as they went spiralling down, crashing opposite the pair.

"Keep moving, stop for nothing!" He shouted to Udomek.

The Zealot Shadow was panting, wounded and faint as they drew closer and closer to the deployment pads extended from the Burrower. It was so close, their way to escaping this doomed city right within their reach. Only minutes before, the Zealot was sure he was finished, but now he there was nothing he wouldn't do to survive, to reach that Burrower. Those already aboard waiting anxiously with extended hands as the city streets gave way, water and the bodies of so many Sarkans and Concordians floating up through the cracks from the tunnels. Gredak tripped over a body, falling on his knee before rising again quickly to leap to the Burrower.

Landing on the pad, the Zealot could do little more than crawl his way closer; painting slowly as he rolled on his side. Looking up to the sky above. The Bryn's fleet had arrived, now entering a fight with the Jedi.

The other Burrowers were already on the move, heading topside to finish the fight.