Invasion &nbsp; BLOOD GULCH | Bryn&#039;adûl Invasion of SJC held Chalacta, Alee, Sarka &amp; Roche

Galak |

Sethrak |

Osam | Ostak Cl'mana
Silver Jedi Concord:

Gir Quee | Val Drutin |

Vexander Graves |

Ala Quin |

Caltin Vanagor |

Laertia Io

Squad Lykos.
Tarlou Losi - KIA.
Quinn Morre - KIA.

Udomek Seker · Mar 17, 2021

BLOOD GULCH

OBJECTIVE: Coagulation now your Thunderstruck
LOCATION: Burrower > Southwest Quadrant
EQUIPMENT: Verikast Juggernaut Platform 12A | Assault Carbine | Glaive
ALLIES:

Kad
ENEMIES: SJC | Caedyn Arenais

His swing for the legs came around as the Jedi dashed back and away straight into range of the Captains firing arch. Udomek saw for just a split second the helmet shatter. Then a shockwave was emitted screaming outward around the Jedi. Udomek had never experienced such a thing in his life as him and his allies were knocked back the captain included. The Jedi had given himself some room to breath and Udomek found himself not just being stumbled backward but nearly hitting the ground on his back as the shockwave hit him as he had been preparing for second attack.

Udomek grunted as he landed square on his butt managing to keep grip of his glaive. He was only on his butt for a second as rocks and mud from the remnants of the telekinetic shockwave pelted him as he looked towards the Jedi from his blood-stained helm. He quickly though scrambled to his feet just as the Jedi began his charge for him. As Udomek scrambled to his feet the joint plate that had been hit earlier by the saber came loose and fell off exposing his right knee and the greave was also just hanging there loosely off the leg.

The Charging blur came for him Udomek's focus was on the blade in Caedyn’s hands. Udomek had cleared his mind of the surroundings, as the battle waged all around him. Those still alive in his squad were scrambling to their feet and pushing back against The Rangers and Neutralizers. Udomek was unaware of the shield having been dropped and the ceiling of the underground city beginning to crumble and collapse above them. The crumbling ceiling crushed indiscriminately it did not distinguish between Bryn'adûl or Silver Jedi.

Udomek focused as the jedi approached he swung out with his glaive towards the sword in the Jedi’s hands. As he swung from left to right to knock away the blade before it could strike him, the glaive was being held in the Nine-foot five giants’ right hand, he used the momentum of the swing to kick up his left leg just slightly and spin on his right leg. As he spun his left gauntleted fist balled up, his fist that was larger then Caedyn’s head came slugging inward so that As Caedyn Arenais passed in his charge the fist not well aimed might hit the jedi somewhere from head to hip on his right side. This also threw Udomek's balance off and there would be no way he could stop himself from barreling to the ground weather his fist hit or not.

Galak · Mar 17, 2021

BLOOD GULCH

Objective: Coagulation
Location: Shield Generator Tower Exterior
Bryn'Bois:

Galak |

Primarch Drek'ma | Ostak Cl'mana |

Udomek Seker
Adversary:

Gir Quee |

Travot Ravenna |

Auteme |

Laertia Io
Equipment: Triad | Armour | Shredder | Bryn Shot |

Galak and his forces had only just made it through the enemy forces extended over the quadrant and into the exterior of the Tower's initial defence lines when the General's burrower came crashing down into the surface. Dirt and ash filled the air, mixing with the blue-hued cold that covered the exterior of the Tower. Galak couldn't see through it, but it seemed by the sound alone Kelda's forces were already engaged with the defending forces around the tower.

The Warlord rushed as the shield above fizzled out of existence, the quiet filling his immediate ranks as they looked up in confusion. That confusion turned to sudden panic as a new, condensed shield split Galak and his forces off from the majority outside still fighting the neutralisers and the other Conrcordian forces. Beyond the confines of the newly formed shield, Galak watched helplessly as the sky was torn apart by the orbiting fleet; massive rocks crashing down from southwest to northwest as the orbital bombardment began. The Reavers protected those that they could, but it couldn't save those locked in close quarter brawls with the enemy.

"NOOOOO!"

Galak roared as his fists beat against the shield, watching as his brothers and sisters were torn apart before his eyes. He had promised himself to keep as many of them safe as he could, he had devoted himself to it. And now, they had been taken away. Just like Yurb, unceremoniously and without honour. Their deaths were not even glorious, whimpers as the battlefield was trampled by technological blasts from turbolasers.

He had failed, falling to his knees.

He had broken his promise, what good was a Warlord if he could not protect his own from the same unnatural folly again and again. Kesh. Yurb. Pavium at Nar Kreeta. This was no different.

"Warlord Galak, This is Artificer Commander Trada; Burrower deployments to the Shield Tower are underway. We'd recoated our exteriors with Radesh to pass the shield when it dissapeared. We are now enroute, repeat. Warlord Galak, are you still there?"

A voice came across the battlenet, his Mind Stone bubbling to the surface of his thoughts. The Warlord had no heart in it, not for that moment. But there were still so many of his kin left on this battlefield, only less than half had made it to the city as of yet. That was about to change, he had so many brothers and sisters yet to fight for. He heard the Primarch's words his thoughts echoing as his strength waned, a thunder appearing above the last reported siting of the Titan - Keldothera's forces already engaged with the enemy ahead.

"Warlord Galak, the Primarch sends his regards." A Drone Commander came across the battlenet as twelve Excavators came out from under the surface, with them more warriors came to their side. They had been sent earlier, but he almost thought they hadn't made it.

"We made it to you just before the Barrier closed again." The Drone Commander stood, rubbing dirt from his eyes as the Beast Masters began to weave their control of the Excavators. The dozen large Servitors dove into the ground, swimming through it like nothing as their dozens of drills carved through to underneath the tower and its defenders, the ground beneath the defending vessels would start to come apart as the twelve Excavators began to attack the enemy vehicles from underneath.

"Let me do this,"

Galak heard her call out to him, and it broke his heart. He could see it in her eyes, the plea for approval. She didn't need it, she had made mistakes but she was still one of them. Galak rose, anger and determination in his eyes. But there was no anger for Kelda, not one of his sisters. She was another warrior, and his promise extended to her too.

"No, we do this together. As kin. You know what to do." His tone was quiet, intimate. On his last words, nodding to the Debaucher slowly encroaching from the Burrower. Galak turned to the rush of Warriors already outside.

"Commander Trada, use your coated exteriors to bypass the shield. Its circumference covers the tower's immediate circumference here." With a thought, the image of the shields rough size was with Trada.

"Get here as quickly as you can. We'll do whatever we need to, to disable that Generator."

Galak could not allow it all to be lost, the tricks of the Humans would not go unpunished. Climbing up the size of the downed Burrower, Galak used the Mind Stone to amplify his voice.

"Warriors! Brethren! It is just us, and that Generator." Galak said, pointing over the edge with his Bryn Shot in hand.

"The enemy that stands in our way? They mean nothing! The ARE nothing! For Unity! For the Bryn'adul! For Tathra!"

Galak turned on his heel, Bryn shot underarm and scared as hell he was going to get vaporised the moment he ran over the Burrower into the battle. But that was the price you paid for leadership, for the glory and the strength to lead.

TATHRA! TATHRA! TATHRA!

No matter the odds, they were devoted to this cause to the bitter end. For their father and every brave Drael who died fighting for this Galaxy. The Bryn'adul forces charged head on as Seekers moved underfoot, attacking the vehicles from underground as hundreds of the tiny creatures would begin to explode underneath whatever they could find. The front of the battlefield rippling with explosions, Rhivaks leaping onto the Burrower for cover as they fire into the battlefield - the Brumaks setting up lanes as they were caught in the tangle fields, Savage Drones climbing over the shoulders of Juggernauts as they threw themselves into the enemy fire like the fodder they were. All the whilst, Galak led the battle head on as explosions erupted all around him.

If he died today, it would be a good one.

Primarch Drek'ma · Mar 17, 2021

BLOOD GULCH

Objective: Agoraphobia
Location: Burrower > Shield Exterior
Bryn'Bois: Ostak Cl'mana |

Osam |

Galak |

Sethrak |

Keldothera
Enemy:

Laertia Io
Equipment: Staff | Cuirass |

The enemy vehicles had been all but destroyed, but the droids remained - firing. Drek'ma turned his attention to them, feeing the shift in the world as the underground cavern around them shook and rumbled. He could feel it, the tables were not turning but escalating. Neither side was a clear victor, only they could decide that now. The force gave them all the tools necessary, but left it to them to use them. He knew he was needed, compelled to complete his task, Drek'ma became desperate. He couldn't rely on anyone but himself, not now. He released the Excavators, leaving them to the hands of Galak and Keldothera they were now with. They would help, but all the Primarch's few remaining thoughts could conjure was the image of his Shamans without him.

Even Ostak had abandoned him, Drek'ma was filled with petulant and churlish emotion - longing to be with his brethren whilst also consequently feeling abandoned. Fighting a war within himself all the while pushing himself to the upper-most extent he could accomplish alone.

A boon came, gifted power from the Warlord Sethrak - reminding him that he was not alone. Drek'ma used the boon with the last of his strength, the three Servitors cut through the earth to destroy the remaining tanks; the space around them dissipating as they broke free of the surrounding shield, the orbital bombardment from above nearly burying everything around them as the city shield broke at almost the exact same time, cutting Drek'ma off from the enemy as he commanded the now unseen Servitors to dig through in separate paths to return to him at the city.

But it was a sacrifice, with so much firepower being concentrated against his force barrier its segments had shattered. Drek'ma slowly levitated down, his free hand grasping at a bleeding wound in his stomach. He gasped, the energies keeping him afloat failing him as he crashed to the ground - falling nearly fifty metres downward and spanning his right ankle, bone shattering as the wind was knocked from him.

Three Juggernauts moved out from the, Burrower to collect him - carrying him in so the Ashaka could try to heat his wounded and strained body. He was laid out on a plank, cuirass seething with heat and broken orbs of shattered glass falling from him. It had absorbed so much brutality but it had not been enough to save him entirely. Air returned to him, his mind dancing between consciousness and utter black. He called out to Ostak, diverting one of the Servitors to retrieve him.

"Primarch, can you hear me? Our other Burrowers have broken through. The Servitor Guardians are ready. The Shamen need you."

Drek'ma could not manage words, he had to save his strength.

He needed Ostak.

Sethrak · Mar 17, 2021

Post: 6
Objective: Coagulation
Allies: Bryn'adul,

Kad
Foes: Open to engagements, all non-Bryn,

Gir Quee

Laertia Io
Inventory: 1x Barad Kukri X Theron Armor X
Location: Northern Quadrant

Sethrak had dealt with the nearby turrets. But this was far from over. The Elite Lothal Guard had been decimated by the burrower’s crash-landing, he had 3/4ths of his men in the machine, with the last quarter in reserves. Nearly half of them had perished, suffocated and crushed by the dirt. The survivors from the crash were fighting an uphill battle against an entrenched enemy, and they were winning, but it was not without a cost.

They needed those reinforcements, shield or no shield. The Force was tugging at his mind like a beast pulled flesh and meat off its’ prey. It had gotten worse, and he couldn’t pinpoint what it was telling him. Every time he tried to focus in on the warning all he found was chaos. All over the battlefield there was overwhelming pain, anger, and fear. He couldn’t sense any one thing, it was a barrage of events. He was a Warlock, he could command thousands at a time. Beyond that he was a Warlord of The Bryn’adul. He had authority, but he never used it.

That ended now.

He activated his communication stone and gave the order: “This is Warlord Sethrak. Release the beasts. Send the rest of my garrison.”

The reserves were vast, thousands of Drael would land all across the battlefield. In the skies of the underground city, Nearly 800 Phedrak fighters would swarm the enemy alongside Striker Shards, and Draeyde. Furthermore, a burrower carrying 240 Ra’maks would be included in the landing. This would undoubtedly secure air dominance and allow strikes to weaken the enemy and possibly destroy their artillery as the sheer number of Phedrak fighters would overwhelm any enemy air forces, backed by the large Ra’mak War Beasts, capable of firing six Modular Plasma cannons into one beam at the foe. For ground support, the Draeyde could get close and rip the enemy to shreds, while gunboats provided air support and striker shards slice through structures.

In addition to the troops and fighters, sixteen Qulixyn would be deployed to protect the troops from bombardment by the Jedi forces. It was five Burrowers full of troops and beasts. The Jedi thought they would repel the Bryn’adul. They were wrong.

He wasn’t done with his orders. The reinforcements needed to be placed where they were needed the most. “Send my garrison to The Northern quadrant as well as one Phedrak squadron and a Quilxyn. Send the other three Quilxyn, and the majority of the aerial forces to the Southwest, and Southeast quadrants. That’s where the majority of the fighting is. Have them seek out and destroy the artillery if they can..”

The orders were dispatched. Most of the forces made it through the shield, which still covered over half the city.

He wouldn’t wait for the reinforcements to land. This battle was close, he needed to support his troops more than he was now. He backed away from the fighting and closed his eyes. Calling out to the Force he began picking apart the chaotic knot of events and emotions assaulting his mind. At last he had siphoned through the mess. He sensed everything with much more clarity. Immediately he sensed that Tathra Khaeus was in danger. The chieftain was strong. If he was in enough danger that it made ripples in The Force, he needed help. Sethrak would aid him.

But first there were other events across the city revealed by The Force.

The Primarch was struggling to maintain a barrier with The Force. Sethrak called The Force to flow to The Primarch, similar to how he influenced his troops physically, this would help The Primarch focus. The Warlock was essentially giving The Force to Drek’ma and taking it from himself. It was draining, but as a Warlock he was trained for this. His energy came from The Force, and The Force was his to command.

He had enough time for one last move in this chess match before he needed to get to Tathra.

In the plane of The Force inside his mind he could feel the light coming from The Jedi. In the grey ocean of The Force the Light radiating off the Jedi was a white mist around their lifeforms. They were weak, they didn’t allow themselves to use their power. But there was one who had a growing presence of darkness. It was like a cloud, something only The Bryn had exhibited in this battle. It was The Dark Side. Was she a Sith? It was usually The Sith that exhibited the cloud of darkness, not the Jedi.

The girl was powerful without using the entire potential of The Force. If she harnessed The Dark Side against Tathra, he’d surely be overwhelmed. Sethrak would try to influence her mind...numb her emotions, make them harder to reach. It was a shot in the dark, something he hadn’t done to another being before. It may have absolutely no effect. It only needed to last until he could reach Tathra.

The Chaos was returning in his mind, he couldn’t hold it any longer. He hoped his efforts had helped The Primarch maintain his shield and bought Tathra some time before the girl unleashed her true powers.

With his orders dispatched and his allies supported to the best of his abilities, The Warlock began sprinting South. Tathra needed his aid. He would have it.

Hrajlmak'Natok · Mar 17, 2021

Objective: Agoraphobia
Post:5
Allies: The Bryn'adul
Enemies:

Laertia Io / Val Drutin
Location: Northern Tunnels
Equipment: Warlock's Armour / Battle Staff

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Youthful eyes drenched in anguish took on a heavy shroud of rage. In the brief moments of eye contact shared between them, Hrajlmak saw an ulterior motive. This boy was in pain and searching. What for, in a tunnel that was nothing short of a nightmare from end to end, he couldn't know. But now he had the boy's undivided attention. A terrible grin stretched across his face as his opponent resumed with wild strikes. Hrajlmak's head burst with strain, his skull like a galloping horse. But he was not yet incapacitated. He released the majority of the savages from his reign, freeing them to do as they pleased, giving him the mental space he needed to keep up with the nimble human's strikes. He was on the backfoot now, slowly pacing towards the tunnel's forward end as his arms strained to block and deflect. But as before, he knew he had the disadvantage. The lightsaber came swinging towards his chest, he blocked, and it immediately spun around to his adjacent thigh without a moment between them. The armour did its work, but the boy was at him again, countering the block of the armour with a swift swing into Hrajlmak's middle-arm, his carapace exposed beneath a mobility point. The blade melted through chitin and briefly lodged in his arm. He roared in pain, five eyes blazing with savage intent. The moment the blade swung into his staff-arm, he blasted the space between them with fire from his free hand. The Force made light-speed movers of these humans, but Hrajlmak knew no amount of training could give this boy the reflexes to move from this inferno. Given the respite, Hrajlmak would move with the fire, hoping to place his opponent on the backfoot and use his own agility to overwhelm.

Meanwhile, in the adjacent tunnels charges lit up the darkness, caving vast swathes of troops in behind kilotons of dirt. But this tactic was trivial to overcome. In one tunnel, Kelkollar moved with his detachment of infantry. They cleaned out Concordian troops with vastly overwhelming numbers and faced small numbers of the droids. They advanced quick, smelling the fear of civilians on the air. Until the deafening cracks of proximity explosives stopped them in their tracks. The heat signature from the blaze forced the young Warlock to cover his eyes and recoil in pain, his UV vision being critically overwhelmed by the heat's light. He cursed their lack of foresight and composed himself, facing the rubble. He sniffed, squinted his eyes as he thought, and waited.

Silence.

A low rumble shook the ground below them, rapidly growing in intensity. He rammed his Glaive into the ground and held it to steady himself as the rumbling became comparable to a heavy earthquake. Then, further down the tunnel, massive drilling mechanisms came bursting through the walls, followed promptly by a huge, slithering body that sped through the dirt and rock like a high-speed swimmer. When its tail finally disappeared into the darkness of its work, the army resumed its advance. Moving quickly through a brand new tunnel several times larger than the previous. Xerx'ma was alive and well, his excavator, like the others, carving new paths for the subterranean Bryn'adul, facilitating their warpath.

Seer Kalanthir · Mar 17, 2021

BLOOD GULCH

Objective: Coagulation
Location: Salyrini City
Allies:

Sethrak |

Sylok'Vanari | Ostak Cl'mana | @
Enemies:

Romi Jade |

Auteme |

Syd Celsius |

Caltin Vanagor

He understood now, or so he thought. The secret had not been revealed through the Jedi Master, but thoughts of the trickster humans echoed a notion of her plans in relation to their own. The attack at Draemidus had a hidden purpose. The Ish'makra had been wary of such a thing given the evident theft of the Titan's mind stone by the very same Jedi that now held it. Reports suggested they had been searching for a factory as well - strange. Ah, the stone. The one held by the Jedi was as much her link to them as it was his link to her. Overcame by the light, yes - but it was still their technology. They would always understand it better than any Human could.

The Seer watched with dim red eyes as the battle unfolded, the sky broke through as the ships above tore at the surface of Salyrini. The destruction shun light on the ruined city, fires spread everywhere and amalgamations of the force reaping havoc across its infrastructure. He did not need to be a clairvoyant to understand what was happening, the tide was on the verge of turning heavily in either direction. He could not wait on the side-lines any longer. Sarka was a well of energy within the force, only a few understood how to tap into it in such a way that they could manipulate it.

But he did.

Even then, knowledge did not dictate that alone, he; even as one of the most powerful Draelvasier force users known could do it himself. A grouping of twelve Stone-singers gathered round the Seer, an inner circle of Ashaka sorcers at his side. Their minds serving his own, joining in a rhythm of thought with him. Kalanthir reached out across the stars, telepathically calling upon the Seers of Draemidus. He could feel them, even at this distance the bonds were taught. Their thoughts wound round him like rope, pulling against his limbs.

With an extended hand, he reached out to the thundering storm above the northwest quadrant.

FEED ME. PLEASE. FEED ME.

The edge of the storm became warped, pulled down in a tendril toward the Seer as he fed off of the power on display. He fed off of the lives and bravery of the Jedi, he fed on all the delicious breaths that fell from mouths, from hard beating chests. He became a conduit for the Bryn'adul - burning with power, strengthening the bonds of the Mind Stones and the Battle Meditation at play. The Seer reached out to the other force users on the battlefield, especially so the most significant of them that fought in the mix of combat and terror. The Seer used their connections through the force to strengthen the Mind Stones, using them as the sole connection tissue between them all to empower the Bryn'adul.

A wall of joined brothers in arms put itself between the Jedi and the minds of their brethren.

HEED MY CALL. TOGETHER.

He sent the word out, not only for those that sought to join him in strengthening their resolve. But to any with ears to hear it. Together, through unity and devotion. They would crush the people of Sarka, they would rid this system of its false heirs and bring it into the fold of the Bryn.

Kad · Mar 17, 2021

BLOOD GULCH

OBJECTIVE: COAGULATION
LOCATION: Burrower > Southwest Quadrant
EQUIPMENT: Glaive | Shredder [2] | Splitter Bow | Armour |
ALLIES:

Udomek Seker |
ENEMIES: Caedyn Arenais |

The grapple shot pulled Gredak across the buildings just in time as the wookie fired up at him, entirely obliterating the part of the building he was just at. A stray bolt hit his bow, destroying the grapple line as he was dropped down among them. Gredak opened fire with the two Shredders in hand - firing with one hand aimed toward the Wookie to fill him with bolts to super-combine and blast the furry primitive into pieces. The other Shredder in his right firing to his right at the others, his infrared vision allow him to see the soldiers through the ash and smoke as the world shook around them.

In the distance, large chunks of earth fell from the sky as orbital fire from the Silver Jedi ships came down on the joined forces.

Gredak couldn't help but laugh maniacally in response, opening fire on the forces in front of him as ripples of red crystallised explosions would engulf anything more than a few shards hit.

"Just a force of habit for the Jedi to drop things from orbit on their own, huh? Hahaha! Nar Kreeta all over again!"

Ahead, he could see that Udomek was engaged with the Jedi. He tried not to let his jealously overflow, but the Jedi was his. He wouldn't have a damn Juggernaut grunt stealing his glory.

The Zealot turned both of his weapons on the Jedi, opening fire from behind.

Val Drutin · Mar 17, 2021

Alyosha Drutin had followed the Rhivak deeper into the tunnels, his spear impaling scores of Drones which tried to divert his attention from the prize. He knew he had to find a way to kill the beast without getting too close, or else its ionic blast upon death would injure or even kill him. So he kept his distance, even though it opened up a gap through which other forces streamed through to harass him.

They came upon a junction of different tunnel pathways, a crossroads of sorts. The area was more open, but also more densely packed with enemies and fighting. Alyosha was thrust into the heat of a chaotic battle, Neutralizers mutilating Drones around him. He spun continually, fending off the horde, only to glimpse ruby red light blossoming rapidly in the corner of his vision. He dropped to the floor as the Rhivak blasted a Neutralizer, causing it to explode. “Hey!” he called to another of Laertia’s machines. “The Rhivak! We’ve got to get it!”

That was when something hit him. At first, it felt almost like someone had clapped him hard on the back with their hand. Then the pain came, slow but steadily rising. He felt blood seeping into his armor, slicking his skin, mingling with sweat.

Alyosha dared to believe that it might not be that bad. He kept fighting—he had no choice but to keep fighting, or die. As he moved, the pain became burning. It hurt to breathe. He halted, his breaths shallow, and stumbled forward on his hands and knees. Where had he been hit? Had it pierced his lung?

Distantly he was aware of a Neutralizer Prototype approaching him, saying something about administering medical aid. The machine reached behind him, its hand grasping the Molten Bullet still protruding from Alyosha’s back. Blood streamed from Alyosha’s mouth as the projectile was yanked from his body, the plasma within still hot. But before the Neutralizer could do anything more, the machine was intercepted by a Warlord, staff whistling through the air like a thunderclap against the metal chassis of the Prototype.

Red trickled from Alyosha’s lips and down his chin and neck as he raised his head, beholding the Rhivak almost directly in front of him. The beast roared, slashing at an already damaged Neutralizer, crushing it against the ground with its horns. Alyosha crawled toward his lightspear, aiming to throw it, but found that he could barely raise his arm. He laughed bitterly, exposing teeth stained red, then coughed, spitting up more blood. Should’ve used the Force to begin with. All that time spent training under Themis, and he was still acting like a petty crime syndicate assassin on the battlefield. Maybe then he would have sensed that bullet before it hit him…

He could sense Val’s alarm through their bond, searching for him elsewhere in the tunnels. The Rhivak had finished with the Neutralizer and now turned its attention toward Alyosha—or maybe the Warlord and Prototype fighting behind him. That red glow appeared between its horns again. Alyosha’s gaze flicked down toward his spear, reaching out through the Force, willing it to fly.

The spear shot forward, goring the hide of the Rhivak. It died without a sound… and exploded. The tunnel over the crossroads crumbled and collapsed, burying everyone inside under the rubble.

But Alyosha wasn’t crushed. He couldn’t move beneath the debris, couldn’t breathe through the blood in his lungs or the dirt smothering him. What Val had held out hope for, what he had felt from Alyosha through their bond, was a slow death from asphyxiation. The Neutralizer sent by Lyssa to find Alyosha would have to dig his corpse out.

***

Objective: Agraphobia
Location: Tunnels
Gear: Armor | Lightsaber
Tags:

Hrajlmak'Natok (engaging)

For a moment, Val had the sick satisfaction of causing the obstacle pain, his blade burning through Hrajlmak’s arm. Then he was on fire.

Heat blazed around him, issuing from the Drael’s uninjured arm. Val stumbled backwards, the flames licking his clothes. He reached into the Force, expecting to absorb the energy of the fire—and found the air around him growing exceptionally cool. Icy.

Alyosha. Alyosha’s affinity for cryokinesis. In death it had passed to him through their bond.

But before he could retaliate, the charges went off. The tunnel filled with blinding light, and then a presence that was big and alien and devoted to only one thing: dig.

Hrajlmak was blinded by the light, but then so was Val, albeit less so. Hapan eyes were better adapted for high light conditions. The boy reached into the Force again, seeing without his eyes, and kept fighting. There was nothing left for him to do but kill as many Bryn as he could, even if it meant he died here. At least then he would follow Alyosha into death.

Keldothera · Mar 17, 2021

BLOOD GULCH

Objective: Coagulation
Location: Shield Generator Tower Exterior
Bryn'Bois:

Galak |

Hrajlmak'Natok | Ostak Cl'mana |

Primarch Drek'ma
Enemy:

Auteme |

Gir Quee
Equipment: Armour | Splitter | Crippler | Carbine | Dual Shredders

Her stomach turned itself inside out as the Warlord fell to his knees in her periphery - the calm beyond the wreckage of the Burrower disrupted as the ceiling of the city caved in, orbital fire funnelled through the cracks down on top of their forces. She couldn't help but look to Galak, the 10th Regiment were out there. His kin, he and Tathra's personal regiment torn to shreds by orbital fire like they'd never been there. One hundred battles and so many veterans were cut down in seconds so unceremoniously. The Humans deserved that fate of course, but she could only imagine what it felt like to be killed by the weapons of your brothers in arms. The sworn protectors of the Galaxy had as much hand in destroying Salyrini now as any singular Bryn'adul Warrior did.

The blood was shared upon their hands just as it was at Nar Kreeta. It was no different now, their duty and mandate were still the same. Their devotion to the Titan's cause was still the same.

"Galak... I'm sorry." Her words fell on deaf ears as he howled in grief. Sliding down the shield, almost like a tantruming youngster.

She felt sorry for him them. But it didn't lessen her respect for the Warlord. He was the Titan's second hand, he was necessary. Keldothera could not make words of her thoughts as the Excevators arrived, rumbling underfoot as the Burrowers of their brethren arrived outside the shield. In the distance, she could see Warlord Sethrak's forces arriving to contest the enemy in the air. They were still in the fight.

When Galak rose, he moved with a different cadence. His eyes seemingly affixed on a far off goal. His words rang true more than ever. Across the entire Bryn'adul force those same words were shared, the sentiment shared. Unity and strength came hand in hand, it served them in battle. The power of the Seer shared that same look that Galak held within.

Together.

Keldothera nodded; "Together."

The General rushed back to the Burrower, the Debaucher pulling itself out by its tendrils. Its skin was slick with radesh oil, making its sturdy black-brown exterior hide seem slimy and moist. It disgusted her, but it was an incredibly beast. The thing snorted as it smelled the air.

"Gunboat squadron Rhivak-twelve, form a Barrier around the Debaucher. No matter what, this creature reaches that tower."

The Debaucher latched onto the Burrower, draining its remaining power to enhance itself with a shielding focused on its lower half. The Debaucher roared as it rose above the Burrower corpse - the convey of Gunboats forming around it. Keldothera moved with her force of syphons into the Gunboats, eyes wide as a firey tornado cut through both sides forces. Seekers ran underneath the Burrower to blow up the enemy vehicles and infantry alongside the Warlords own seekers. Her syphons, targeting the enemy tanks generating shields.

Keldothera manned the outer turret of one of the Gunboats protecting the Debaucher as it crossed the distance to the Tower. She opened fire with the chaingun, trying her best to avoid the intermingling forces.

"Fear not pain! Fear not death!"

Ostak Cl'mana · Mar 17, 2021

BLOOD GULCH

POST: V
OBJECTIVE: BABYSIT DREK'MA AGRAPHOBIA (II)
LOCATION: CAVE HOLLOW, CITY OUTSKIRTS
DRAEL ALLIES ON OBJECTIVE:

Primarch Drek'ma (in close proximity) |

Osam |

Galak
HOSTILES: SJC |

Laertia Io 's NPCs | Open to engaging up to 2 more Jedi opponents
EQUIPMENT: Traditional Shaman robes
BEASTS: 1x 3x Servitors (2 supporting Galak, 1 hunting/defending), 4x Sirracus Wyrms (hunting/observing)

A third ripple of energy told Ostak that his time was up.

His Primarch needed him now.

Ostak's jog turned into a sprint, the tunnel flying past him as he moved closer and closer to source of the pulse. He could feel the presence of his Servitor once more, a sign that he was heading in the right direction. With a flick of his invisible energy, the great worm changed directions and burrowed urgently towards him. At the same time, a squad of the machines with human disguises rushed at him and opened fire. He paid them no heed, much greater concerns in his head. Every projectile hurled at him was met by a resilient purple barrier, which expanded out at sufficient speed to knock over the entire squad. Moments later, purple spikes stuck out of their torsos for several seconds before vanishing back into Ostak's energy pool, leaving gaping holes behind. Any remaining machinery was torn through the Servitor's vast teeth as it emerged, shooting upwards. He leapt on, erecting a purple bubble barrier to shield himself from the descending rocks as the worm slid through the underground at a speed too slow for him to bear.

For now, all of Ostak's willpower went to averting the Primarch's death. If he could not protect the strongest of the Shamen, then surely Ostak was not worthy of protecting anything of value. He knew that he would sooner retire from the Tachael-Vemnak than accept the Primarch's death and the immense shame that came with it. The current Primarch was a loyal and devout servant of the Chieftain, the finest he had seen in his years of Overseeing. If he were to let such a talented commander be wasted away, the loss of potential among the Shamen, his own original kin before he became a Vemnak agent, would be irreversible.

Yet within all his logical reasoning, Ostak found another thought nagging him, slowly but surely penetrating his brain.

More than simply being a useful asset and role model for the lessers, Primarch Drek'ma appealed to him on a personal level far more than Primarch Adellith ever had. While his predecessor had been cold and impersonal, difficult even for the Enforcers of the Tachael-Vemnak to read, Primarch Drek'ma was an outgoing leader who personally marched into combat with immense zeal, even when he could have merely acted through his beasts and used them as fodder. Ostak had immense respect for such a shining example of the tenents he held so dear, the tenents who Ostak worked every day to preserve in the Kesh system and the Conclaves at Dramedius Prime.

The concept of comradeship had been largely alien to the Shaman-Overseer ever since he had taken the oath of the Tachael-Vemnak as a young Enforcer, accepting on that day that he would kill anyone who opposed the order of the tenents, even members of his own unit who he had trained with nearly since birth. Ostak was not one to form close emotional bonds, preferring the keen observational outlook that he frequently employed as an Overseer.

However, he found himself thinking that if he were to ever consider forming such bonds of comradery, there would be no better comrade than the Primarch.

The Servitor smashed through a rock wall, veering to reveal a Burrower and several nearby Draelvasier. Ostak let go, leaping off and into the open hollow. At its center was a stretcher with an Ashaka healer nearby, energy radiating from the presence inside it. He didn't have to look to know who was inside.

"What is the Primarch's condition?!" yelled Ostak to the Ashaka.

"He's severely weakened, but stabilizing." replied the healer. "As long as he doesn't exert himself any further before my operation is done, he will live without any permanent injuries."

Oddly enough, Ostak felt a flicker of emotion at the healer's reply. Rapidly pushing it down, he was about to issue a reply when another voice rang through his head, that of a Seer, encouraging them to all join together. Finding his words to be oddly inspiring, the Shaman-Overseer modified his reply.

"I'll take over command from the Primarch, he's currently in no condition to fight. Take him to a safe location and set up a four-Drael guard around him with our finest remaining soldiers. However, the moment he regains his health, give him my location. We will conclude this battle TOGETHER."

Letting out a deep sigh, Ostak turned his back to the stretcher, but did not move. Instead, he raised his hands up into the air, releasing his plentiful spiritual energy into the air. Within seconds, all three Servitors had transferred over to his control. With the energy presence of the city shield greatly diminished, Ostak directed two of the Servitors to reinforce Warlord Galak, the massive worms swiftly emerging near the successfully deployed Burrowers and wreaking havoc on the Warlord's foes. The third patrolled the subterranean depths near the command center, swallowing whole any robot or driller that came within a kilometer of the Primarch. With a free hand, Ostak raised a purple barrier dome twenty meters in diameter around the hollow, providing good backup protection. While the considerable strain was starting to make sweat appear on his previously unstained brow, Ostak knew that the stress was nothing compared to what the Primarch had endured to achieve such early success.

The Shaman-Overseer was unsettled by how quickly he had broken the Primarch's authority over the worms, but found reassurance in the healer's diagnosis. The Primarch might be weakened, but he would not die.

Still, Ostak found it difficult to leave the proximity of the stretcher for reasons that had nothing to do with spiritual exertion.

Primarch Drek'ma · Mar 17, 2021

BLOOD GULCH

Objective: Agoraphobia
Location: Burrower > Shield Exterior
Bryn'Bois: Ostak Cl'mana |

Osam |

Sethrak |

Kad |

Sylok'Vanari
Enemy:

Travot Ravenna |

Romi Jade | Val Drutin
Equipment: Staff | Cuirass |

Thoughts were loose, incoherent as time and intent of mind slipped away. Drek'ma's wind rolling back into the darkest parts of his brain. Synapsis slowed, the force working through instinct as he used it to try and heal himself as best he could alongside the force imbued healing waves of the Ashaka around him. A concert of wild fantasy filled him with hallucination. No words from his mouth, inept and silent as his ruined body lay sprawled out across the platform. His Staff, idle on the floor away from his hand.

His left hand's index finger twitched instinctively, as if attempting to grasp around the stave. It was only the sound of explosion and the familiar that rocked him from his half-living dormancy. Eyes came open, blurred as teary iris' shot around the interior of the once again moving Burrower to see Ostak standing just beyond the plank of metal he'd been laid upon.

He groaned, the unity of the Seer all that allowed him to focus. His mind fixated on the word, together - echoed by the Overseers words. They would fight together. If he could he would scoff, he had been left to fight an army of assassins alone. But... deep down he knew it was his own doing. He had chosen to try and fight them, he had chosen to ignore it when Ostak was thrown below. He had held no regard for the Drael's life. This pain was his punishment.

Only unity could drive the Bryn forward, so the Titan taught.

"Ostak... the First Warlock.. the tunnels are weakened. We must destroy them, trap the Sarkans inside this wretched city..."

Drek'ma pulled his Staff from the ground, using it to sit up. Perhaps now, he would truly need it to walk. He could not feel one of his legs yet in so much pain he couldn't tell which. He would not allow Ostak to burn out like he had, it was all simply too much for one mind.

"I'm.. I'm sorry Ostak. I have failed the Shamam Corp. You are right. Together. Do not attempt to stop me! I will do this if it KILLS ME."

Their Burrower had not been the only ones carrying Servitors, a total of four of the newly landed Burrowers came crashing through the city, from above or through the cave walls or below - crushing enemy fortifications on their way. In the chambers of two, massive Servitor Guardians waited to be unleashed.

Drek'ma placed his free hand against his temple, eyes shinning gold as he took command of the two Guardians. Their life, fuelling his own will as the call of the Seer reached across the entire Bryn'adul army on the planet. Together. His breathing turned hyper but controlled as his knuckles bore white.

I leave control of the lesser Servitors to you, Ostak. Shamen; brethren. The Servitors are unleashed, destroy the remaining tunnels!

The earth trembled as the two Guardians slithered out from the Burrowers on the edges of the city. Their massive, black spotted hides churning through the earth. Drek'ma strained, bloody hand grasping repeatedly at his Staff as the white pearl in its helm burned blindingly bright.

He would rend this city in halves in the name of Khaeus.

Sire, it has begun.

Travot Ravenna · Mar 17, 2021

Location: Sarkan Defense Force Command Center, Southeast Quadrant, Salyrini, Sarka
Objective: The Siege of Salyrini
Allies:

Syd Celsius

Syd Celsius
Enemies:

Galak

Keldothera (If I'm missing anyone involved in the shield generator, please let me know so that I can tag them properly - Thanks!)

Travot walked through the hall with his hand resting on his saber's cold, metal hilt. Overhead lights flickered on and off asthe cool CryoBan mist seeped through the building's shattered windows. Whatever that fell near us must have been huge. He let out a short breath and reached into the currents of the Force itself to expand his senses - but he immediately felt a jarring sensation. Pain, loss, anger, fear - all the feelings that might lead to the Dark side - all caused by whatever catastrophe had happened immediately outside the tower. The big-boned jedi briefly halted as he attempted to calm himself from the feelings of such anguish. A disembodied voice called out from the shadows, briefly startling him.

"Who goes there? Oh, it's you, Jedi. Knight Ravenna, is it?"

A Concordian soldier of one of the expeditionary regiments walked out of the shadows and lowered his blaster to a low ready position. The Susevfian stretched out his mind to read the soldier but felt no presence. Another droid... That in and of itself caused even more emotions to bubble up inside him. A droid like that couldn't truly felt what he felt or knew what it was to live through this, did it? Does it really know what fear and loss are? He wasn't sure if it was true about all droids, but he knew that the Synthetic Soldiers used by the Concord didn't experience such emotions, or if they did, their programming carefully controlled it. He looked the almost human-like solder over from top to bottom. Entirely expendable...

"What is the status of our outside forces?" questioned the Susevfian, continuing forward down the hall.

The synthetic soldier fell in step with the bulky man, "One of their big digging machines dropped out on top of the perimeter. Our dug in infantry and armor are currently attempting to put them down."

At those words, fear gnawed on him. The Bryn'adul had a ferocious reputation for a reason - unpredictable acts of violence did seem to be their modus operandi. How many more will die at their hand? ...but this is...more calculated, isn't it? They're going straight to the heart of the city, the command center. Aren't they? The man felt a blast of cool air against his skin and immediately turned into a room through a cloven door. Shards of glass littered the floor amid overturned desks and the corpses of computers . He gingerly stepped over what he thought was the body of a now deceased Sarkan to get to the remains of a window. To his surprise, he could see the vestiges of natural sunlight casting their rays at the edges of the city and gradually grow larger to creep up towards him. But more immediately in front of him, he could see the embattled Expeditionary Armor and Infantry Regiments fiercely defending their lines in their blunt, defiant way.

Two sets of shield barriers formed in front of the Concord lines, with Faambaa-class Mobile Shield Generators acting in concert to form a unified entirely conventional, theatre-grade shield bubble to immediately protect the units around the command center as the building itself. One of the generators that had been around where the Bryn'adul Burrower had landed seemed weaker than normal, and the Jedi guessed that the Fambaa which had originally held that spot had been destroyed by the massive burrower landing on top of it. Its spot was being taken by a substitute Kaaduu generator, a weak point in the system. Around the immediate ground perimeter, miniature Starlight Scutum shields radiated out from the Sarlaccs that had been detached from one of the Subterranean Armor Regiments.

"Two layers of shielding," observed the droid soldier as it intently watched the jedi, "One to strip whatever that stuff they use to pass through our shields unharmed, and another one to actually stop them."

"Stop them temporarily," said Travot with a frown, "The Bryn aren't stupid. They'll find a way through that..."

Thunderous fire suddenly broke out from the Concordian lines as Gharzr-class Battle Crawlers and Katarn-class Battle Tanks fired directly into the approaching Bryn'adul lines with capital-grade hypervelocity cannons, plasma turbolasers, and mag-pellet autoguns. Dirt and duracrete flew up into the air from their firing and Travot could see brief flares of characteristically blue Bremsstrahlung radiation from some of the plasma turbolaser's blast. He shuddered. Have we really stooped so low as to employ radiation weapons against our foes? He folded his arms. Horrible as the Bryn'adul are, do we stoop to their level? He knew it was another position that pitted the sometimes machiavellian Concordian military at odds with the more ideologically pure Jedi. Something writhing in the distance caught his eye. Is that? It can't be...Fear tugged at him yet again, but he knew it was a problem larger than he could handle on his own. The Susevfian quickly brought his comlink up to his lips.

"56th Armor Regiment Command, this is Jedi Knight Ravenna. There is a debaucher in the Bryn'adul ranks at approximately 7 o'clock from my position. Something needs to be done to do it before it gets closer. Maybe an artillery strike?"

A frantic voice crackled through his comm.

"Oh kark it all....will do...probably...."

That's the most unmilitary response I've heard. Yet for whatever lack of decorum the officer on the other end of the line hand, seconds later, haphazard particle cannon bolts from a battery of A-1 Frontline Self-Propelled Artilleries began to rain down on the Bryn'adul. It gradually began to coalesce into a column of explosive light that seemed to shift closer and closer to their target. They're walking the fire onto the target? I suppose one can't get really good target acquisition against something like that...and any fire is better than no fire...He frowned. The collateral damage wrought upon the nearby city would be significant, yet for once, he agreed with the Concordian officers that it was a necessary tradeoff, as much as that troubled him.

"See, it'll be fine," said the synthetic soldier.

Not a care in the world about the damage we just dealt to our people? Droids...He dismissed the thought - did the droids really know better? Travot briefly glanced at the rays of sunlight intruding into the caverned city, "I am not so sure about that. The only thing we have right now between them and the command center are blunt instruments. The Bryn'adul are more cunning than people give them credit for. I'm not sure if this will really be enough...."

He flipped a switch on his comlink to the frequency he shared with Admiral Quee, "Admiral, the command center is going to need some help..."

Allyson Locke · Mar 18, 2021

//: Location //: Jungles outside Salyrini //:
//: 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//:

War was never-ending; Allyson had learned that at a young age. War after war, battle after battle - funeral after funeral, nothing ever changed. It was a machine that devoured and ground the bones of the dead into dust. Lucky for her, she had survived more often than not; her latest summon to death was thwarted by the Echani woman that spoke to the group. Allyson had heard the speech; she didn’t need Jyoti’s words to drive her to fight.

She owed the woman everything. If Jyoti asked her to be where, she would be here and fight to the death - if it meant that the Echani got to go home to her family.

The beaten leather jacket showed the burns from the hellish sith fire the demon from Ziost used against her. A reminder to keep her attention in all directions and not allow her personal feelings to cloud her judgment. Ziost left a bad taste in her mouth, so many died unnecessarily, but that was war.

Allyson found her mind wandering like it often did. She had a choice on Ziost, one that she wondered if she had made correctly. The thought of eternal slumber, a peaceful one at that, was so tempting. Her bones ached, body beaten and broken several times over, but she continued to get up and fight - like a marionette dancing to the beat of the Force’s will. It was never-ending.

As she daydreamed, the lyrical voice of her Atrisian entered her mind. She could have reunited with her, maybe have gotten to see if there was a heaven or an afterlife. Yet at the threshold, the moment she could have taken her hand - Allyson pulled back. Behind her closed eyes, she could see a glimpse of the sullen face filled with disappointment at the Corellian’s choice. Had she made the wrong choice?

“Master Locke?” A voice echoed in her ear, and Allyson snapped out of the daydream. A young face, one that probably had never fought another living thing, looked at her. “Master Locke, we’re moving out - we’re going to get them, we’re going to stop them.” Pride and naivety shined on the boy’s face. She could see Zaavik’s face as she looked at the boy; her heart ached to know that her former student was bouncing from safe house to safe house, and there was nothing she could do. A silent prayer to the Force bled from her heart as she patted the young padawan on the shoulder. “Watch my back. We’ll keep them from our home. I promise.” Her hand squeezed the boy’s shoulder, and she joined the battle - searching for the most prominent target she could find.

Ki'an Vizsla · Mar 18, 2021

Mathieu Brion & the SJC
Enemies:

Osam

The lack of an affirmative answer seemed to quell any doubts from the Mandalorian. After all, if something was truly wrong then the trusted the Jedi would be able to provide an early warning by sensing the danger first. The offer of food was surprising but it made him smile instinctively, though it would be of no benefit to anyone, concealed by the helmet. He removed the helmet, indicating an acceptance of the offer, rested it against his hip and reached in to take a sandwich. "Thanks, I am a bit partial to a sandwich. Do the Concord usually provide refreshments at battles or did you just give me your lunch?" Ki'an asked before taking a bite. He didn't particularly want to take the Jedi's lunch but it came as an afterthought and he supposed there would be an opportunity to pay the other back in some form in the future since his own allegiance to the Concord was becoming more regular.

After their exchange, he began to idly wander back to where he had been previously, gaze thoughtfully scanning the stream of refugees as he ate the sandwich. Some of them looked beaten and downtrodden, not physically injured but emotionally scarred. You didn't need to be Force sensitive to see that. It was a disturbing sight but it was the basis of the motivation needed to endure the ongoing fight against the Bryn. They needed to provide the natives with hope, peace and a future. One concept of which was a foreign quality for the contemporary culture of Mandalorians and while Ki'an didn't particularly endorse warmongering or feel the need for aggression as so many others did, he was not opposed to fighting on behalf of those who couldn't. It was permissible if it was for a worthy cause.

Once finished with the sandwich, he approached Mathieu again to strike up a conversation, though it soon became apparent that was not an option as the situation in the tunnel appeared to deteriorate quickly. Ki'an replaced his helmet and approached with a look of concern, inadvertently brushing shoulders with a panicked, fleeing civilian and knocking them over as he did. "Sorry." He turned around and offered the man a hand in assistance which he took and hurriedly got to his feet. "Wait!" He called to the man who began to flee again. "What did you see?" He called out to the man since he had created some distance between them. "It's the Bryn!" The man called in response before disappearing into the stream of refugees. It was unexpected but they were nonetheless prepared.

The Mandalorian took his place beside his Jedi ally and their adversaries soon made their presence known. The civilians made the situation evermore difficult as the allies would do all they could to prevent them from getting caught in the cross-fire, even at their own detriment. Ki'an began to back away from the entrance of the tunnel as their foes continued to stampede towards them unhindered, despite their efforts to neutralise them. If they remained stationed where they were then they could face the same fate as those left behind in the tunnels. Even in full beskar, he did not think he could take a hit from such powerful weapons without a price to pay.

With most of the civilians having either escaped or perished, he used the range of his weapon to his advantage from outside the tunnel by aiming the missile equipped on his jetpack at the ceiling of the tunnel as close to their perusing adversaries as possible, though the nature of the situation meant he didn't have the luxury of excessive time to aim. A mistake in aim would likely not be detrimental to the allied forces as civilians were out of harms way of the shot, unless it was redirected, but it could also prove to be only a minor hindrance to their foes if the structural integrity of the tunnel remained sound enough. He launched the projectile before quickly utilising a short burst of the jetpack to aid in the manoeuvrability needed to evade the onslaught of explosives.

Caedyn Arenais · Mar 18, 2021

Battlewear: Knight-Errant Armor.
Weapons: Staff Lightsaber | Force Imbued Blade | CS.38 Tactical Side-Arm.
Squad: ~~Antarian Spec-Ops Unit "Lykos"~~.
Opposition:

Kad &

Udomek Seker .

With the loss of their communications officer Tarlou Losi, Squad Lykos was completely unaware of the incoming orbital bombardment from their very own forces. Captain Joshua Harris, Abbie Parker and Aurlin Kyule had grouped together, back to back and opening fire on the Bryn'adul drones that were swarming them, the numbers clearly against them, yet their firepower had been enough that they'd earned the focus of the horde's attention.

Meanwhile, N'Vortau fought ferociously as Gredak Tenebris managed to evade his volley of explosive shells, forced to turn upon the swarming drones himself and unleashing his claws, lunging at them in open melee combat as a last-second offensive within such close quarters. Overwhelmed, the Wookiee was beaten back and eventually overcome, thrown to the ground and pummeled under the weight and force of the Bryn'adul horde.

"Vortau!!" Abbie screamed over the blazing fire of the trio's rifles, anger and despair overcoming the young girl at the sight of their Wookiee Master Sergeant being taken down and brutally killed. "Caedyn, we've got to move, now!" Captain Harris called to the Jedi Knight moments before a slug impacted the side of his neck, exploding out the other side and killing him instantly with a spray of red covering one half of Kyule's face.

Suddenly the air overhead lit up ablaze with incoming heavy fire, turbo-laser strikes and missile fire being laden across the battlefront from above tearing up the ground and blowing out the city buildings all around them. The remaining members of Lykos Squad stared back at each other in horror before their position took a direct hit and their bodies were vaporized within an instant, smoke fire and ash being blown back against the encroaching armor of the horde, those who had not been within the vicinity of the blast zone.

Caedyn Arenais sensed the loss of his squad-mates, the dread turning his stomach over. Unable to comprehend the grave loss, filled with anger and sorrow, no longer able to sense his friends and fellow squad, the Jedi Knight propelled himself up and somersaulting over top of

Udomek Seker with a heightened sense of resolve, just seconds before

Kad had opened fire upon him from behind, this leaving the Bryn'adul's ally within the line of the Shredders discharge while Caedyn landed behind the great destroyer and plunged the force imbued blade forward against the armor of the giant, the sharpened pointed end of the sword enhanced through the force, aimed at running the great beast through in what was supposed to be a killing blow.

All hell had been unleashed upon their sector of the battlefield, and though Caedyn should have been withdrawing, all he saw were the Bryn'adul before him, his passions overcoming his sense of self-preservation, driven by his anger and sorrow, his common sense taken up amidst the chaos of battle. His one objective before him to finish the fight that Squad Lykos had started with him, to keep the horde back from the rest of the City.

Bryn'adul:

Primal Architect |

Galak |

Sethrak |

Osam | Ostak Cl'mana
Silver Jedi Concord:

Gir Quee | Val Drutin |

Vexander Graves |

Ala Quin |

Caltin Vanagor |

Laertia Io

Squad Lykos - KIA

Mathieu Brion · Mar 18, 2021

Osam
Allied Tag:

Ki'an Vizsla

Mathieu wondered if Ki'an had really looked into the pouch - the Mandalorian took one sandwich but Mathieu still had many left. It was rather obvious that the Padawan wouldn't starve but it was true that he was used to larger portions. Maybe the Mandalorian assumed as much and thought that he took part of Mathieu's meal. It was a bit unclear but at least he had been able to assure Ki'an that he would be fine. It was a matter of the past - now, they needed to focus on the foes that were attacking.

Keeping his eyes on the movements deeper down in the tunnel, Mathieu noticed how a select few started to shift their positions, advancing a step faster than their comrades and carrying some larger weapons too. The point defence drones were doing their job well enough so far but whatever the Bryn were planning next had him concerned. It wasn't too hard to guess what they intended to do - at least not after having fought them on Nar Kreeta and observed the troops there. Eventually, the salvo of grenades were fired. A Concord trooper hollered for them all to watch out over the comms, soon followed by Mathieu "Fall back!" while ironically not doing the same thing himself - at least not yet.

Instead of immediately running back, the Padawan reached out thorough the force and tried to push some of the grenades back at the Bryn themselves. Once the deed was done, he turned around and started to sprint back along the friendly troops. The grenades which he had failed to push back went off, killing a few Concord soldiers as well as hitting Mathieu with their shockwave. Fortunately, he wore some serious armour which effectively shielded him from being damaged from it but it was a close call, that much was for sure.

Soon, he was far away enough from the entrance and where the Bryn had fired their grenades to feel safe and finally looked back down towards the tunnel exit. The Concord soldiers had formed something of a concave around the exit and those carrying launchers fired a few Sundae Shells into the tunnels to keep the pressure on the Bryn up. Of course, this fire was less effective - the real threat to the Bryn was when they wanted to push out of the tunnel into the Concord conclave through the bottleneck that was the entrance.

Once more, Mathieu stood at the very frontlines of the Concord formation, ready to shield his allies to the best of his abilities while anticipating the Bryn sortie from the tunnels. Looking over to the Mandalorian, he spoke "Ki'an, can you spot their leader? We might be able to reduce the bloodshed if we can remove them from combat."

Tathra Khaeus · Mar 18, 2021

BLOOD GULCH

Objective: Coagulation
Location: Southwest Quadrant
Allies:

Sethrak |

Galak |

Udomek Seker | Ostak Cl'mana |
Enemies:

Travot Ravenna |