Bryn'adûl | Caught in the Act Dominion

[Primal Architect]

​Destroy the Metal Infidels

Just beyond the reaches of Bryn’adul space, a large party of strange vessels have been spotted en route from the Kesh system. Due to the more aggressive defence perimeter the Chieftain put in place following the Droid Attack, our fleet has been able to intercept these Vessels just outside of Srael System.

The Vessels have been identified as the same Stations that reached the edge of the Decada system mere months ago. Their current count is five Stations, with one larger Control Station releasing a large amount of Droid Fighters. We have them outnumbered, and three of their Stations are damaged however their Control Station is producing Fighters at a faster rate than we can take them out.

Objective A: All Out Attack
Every Station is a threat, it seems as though the Stations share a communal shield and as each Station’s shields have been destroyed; the others have increased in defence. Three Stations yet remain to be dealt with. Whether by vessel or insertion, take out the Stations immediate defences, allowing our Debauchers to land and render their Shields defunct. We must dismantle every enemy Vessel.

Objective B: Into the Belly of the Beast
The Control Ship must be destroyed! There is a possibility that the AI the Chieftain encounters resides on this ship, however destruction is not our only course of action. We must retrieve Data, find out all we can about these Stations and hopefully discover where they have come from, and how to destroy the AI.

Objective C: Destroy the Droids
Do what you see fit, take the fight to our enemies - defend our vessels from Droid insurgents. Do what you must to find Victory for your Chieftain.

​| [member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Galak"] | [member="Azarak Drek'ma"] | [member="Aovinr"] | [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"] | [member="Hrealga Nacht"] |​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective B: Into the Belly of the Beast
Post One

A total of six Orkale Gunships departed the Conquester Divine Brutality, blasting from the Hangar bay out into the confines of Space. Even within the confines of the Gunships, the combat was unmistakable, it was the largest space-bound conflict the Bryn'adûl had ever been in. Thus far, they were doing well.

When the call had came in, their response Fleets jumped to action to buffer the blockade. Now, a total of twenty Conquesters were present. The Stations were formidable, strange - but the overwhelming fire power of the Conquesters had obliterated nearly eight Stations before Tathra had arrived, now only six remained. Half of which, were severely damaged. This was the tail end of a fight, but they couldn’t allow the Control Ship to escape.

Standing there opposite the Shaman Primarch, the Titan felt vindicated - justified in his call for a riskier perimeter of their fleet. Perhaps it would’ve been better if the Droid Stations had never reappeared, however this conflict served purpose. This would strengthen his position, strengthen their faith in him, something needed after the Heretic attack.

"The Ish’makra will listen to me yet, Primarch." Tathra chided.

The Orkale Gunships moved low, below the combat of the fleet and away from the other Stations. Gliding through the open space, heading right for the Control Station. The Divine Brutality would guide them in, making a hard push through the Stations to allow the Gunships to arrive safely.

​| [member="Azarak Drek'ma"] |​

 

[Galak]

Objective A: All out Attack
Post One
​Tags- [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"]

This was a heavy weight fight, when they destroyed one Station - the others got stronger. The Brute Captain had no interest in getting blown out into space, crashing a Gunship into the side of an impenetrable shield. But, that chance was part of the adrenaline rush. Or so he thought. Either way, the Captain wouldn’t be letting his troops go in alone. He’d already been in one of these Stations before and he didn’t plan on going in underprepared this time. They were bringing all the big guns they could spare. That was why they had a Beast Master with them.

Galak eyed the Shaman, Hraljmak. Giving him a nod as both stood in silence as their Gunship flew toward the Station. The rest of the Orkale was full of Brutes, alongside three other Gunships carrying various beasties and more of his Unit. It was a strange mix, at least this up close.

Galak extended a hand to Hraljmak with a nod.

“Captain Galak.” He introduced himself.

 

[Aovinr]

Objective B
Post 1
Tags - N/A


Aovinr grunted as the Debaucher lurched forward, exiting the Divine Brutality. Evidently, it had found the targeted central station. Aovinr gripped his weapon and held himself steady as turbolaser fire assailed the beast's carapace, sending vibrations down into the boarding party areas. He disliked this phase of space combat, for he could do nothing but wait for the war beast to do it's job, and that would take atleast a few minutes. The Drone Commanders around him were making tense conversation before the battle. Likley fresh from their training. Resigning himself to a minute more inactivity, he closed his eyes and steeled himself.

---

Aovinr's eyes opened as an impact forced the Debuacher to a halt. "It seems we've arrived." Aovinr said to mostly himself. Ignoring the absolutely terrible sound of a Debuacher eating its way through deflector shields and durasteel hull, Aovinr marched over to the exit door. After a few more moments of metal munching, the door opened and practically belched the Drael into the Central Station. Once standing upright on the steel plating, Aovinr elected to ignore the sudden and furious combat that had erupted among the Droids and the Drones. Fishing around in his belt, he drew a small black triangle-shaped rock laden with advanced markings. After a moment of focus, the stone activated and spun around in Aovinr's hand for a moment. Eventually, the point of the rock settled, pointing him Starboard, deeper into the Station. Aovinr grunted, and tucked the stone back into his belt. It was a wise move to bring an energy detection stone on a trip to a station that runs primarily off of power to keep up its defense.

"Clean up the rest of the Droids in this area, the sweep the port side of this station clean for the arrival of the others." Aovinr commanded the Drone Commanders near him. Aovinr then marched down the steel hallway, heading towards the center of the station.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective B
Post 1
Tags - [member="Tathra Khaeus"], [member="Aovinr"]

The Primarch nodded in response to the Chieftain’s comment, he knew all too well what this Victory would mean. When the Systems Perimeter blockade had caught the attempted insurgency of the Stations, it was a proof of concept. However, the successful destruction of this small fleet of Droid Ships only further solidified Tathra’s leadership.

Pride stirred in his gut, the Chieftain was wiser than anyone of them could hope to be. In that moment, more than any before Azarak saw his leader for what he truly was. He was the perfect specimen, and he would guide them to victory against any threat.

“Yes sire, they will all come to heel. There is no Command but yours.” The Primarch bowed meekly, head still held high as to hold the Titans gaze. He was acknowledged, and it filled the Primarch with further ego. They were coming in close on the Control Ship now, even from this distance he could feel its immenence, there was more going on within the Ship that perhaps they could understand.

From what the Primarch understood, the metal the ships were made of prevented any form of scannng device from penetrating beyond their Hull. Yet, the force offered him a different insight. He could almost feel a mind, spread out and mechanical. No doubt the AI was operating from the Vessel.

“Sire, I can almost feel the Consturct you mentioned. It may be operating from the Control Vessel. However we will not know if it is actually there until we are inside."

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective B: Into the Belly of the Beast
Post Two

~This is the Conquester Divine Brutality, we’re taking a beating up here~

He wouldn’t have the Conquester destroyed when their pursuit could continue without assitance. He’d chance it, but the Conquester was more valuable than a few Tathra raised his com unit, right hand holding the railing.

“Divine Brutality, pull back and reinforce the flank. We can take it from here.” Tathra ordered, he wouldn’t have a Conquester destroyed for no justifiable reason other than to guide their ascent to the Control Station.

Overhead, the Conquester pulled back from the midst of the Station defences; turning on its starboard hull to absord the enemy fire. The Divine Brutality was damaged, with enemy fighters chasing. However, within a few seconds the other ships would turn their cannons on those chasing the Divine Brutality.

The Chieftains focus shifted to the task at hand, making his way past the Primarch to the cockpit of the Gunship; the Control Ship was right ahead. It was maybe three or four times the size of the other ships. The Zealots Debauchers had already closed the distance, using the approach of the Gunships and the Conquester as a distraction to close the gap.

Now, with the Debauchers zapping the energy from the ship - they would easily land.

​| [member="Azarak Drek'ma"] | [member="Aovinr"] |​

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective A

Hrajlmak's face, decorated in fresh scars and punctures from the heretic Grosck's attack months prior was heavy with concentration. Four red eyes remained wide and motionless as the gunship made steady progress to the station. After the battle of Edu, Hrajlmak had returned to Draemidus Prime and had been gathering young Shaman's early in their training. He had become disillusioned with his own Caste, believing it to be flawed and was bent on the creation of something new. Something closer to the Drael philosophy. He had become something of a hermit teacher.

And now he was back. After months of recluse he had returned to the battlefield. The gunship drew ever closer to its destination and his violent excitement grew. Still phased out, his mind was drenched in thoughts of expansion, battle and his own purpose. Among these thoughts was the familiar cacophony of voices. At the back of his mind animals cried out with savage intent. He could feel their anticipation, their instinct. The beasts under his command chimed like a choir, and his own voice gripped them all at every moment.

An unfamiliar voice broke through them all. Hrajlmak's four eyes widened briefly and darted toward the Brute Captain who had spoken. Each eye looked him up and down. Studying the figure in seconds. Hrajlmak's own clawed hand gripped the other, tightened, and released. He growled a low frequency from his chest.

"Hrajlmak'Natok."

His eyes lingered on the hulking body.

"At your command" he almost mumbled.

[member="Aovinr"] [member="Galak"]​

 

[Aovinr]

Objective B
Post 2
Tags - [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Azarak Drek'ma"]


A Durasteel door, great. Aovinr bashed the control panel with his weapon, but all that seemed to do was turn the lights off. Resigning himself to doing it the old fashioned way, Aovinr slashed a crevice into the the door and slipped his fingers inside. After a few moments effort, the door was slowly pulled away and out of the frame. Tossing it aside, Aovinr marched further inside the metal station. Every now and then at certain intervals, Aovinr noticed he was passing some odd black orbs set in a white base. The items were attached in high places on the walls or roofs, but they didn't seem to be doing anything. Perhaps some kind of monitoring device? Regardless, it would take to much time to go out of his way to break each one.

Rounding a corner, Aovinr was met with a four-squad of some alien shock trooper droids. Each one turned in unison and opened fire with their blaster rifles. Aovinr stepped behind the corner he had just rounded and watched most of the shots fly through the space he'd just occupied. Aovinr flipped the release latch on his blade and set it into a spin before charging out from behind the corner again. Letting a small amount of life energy guide his defense, Aovinr deftly blocked each bolt of energy that was shot his way. Coming to the first of the droids, Aovinr stepped into it's guard and used his weapon's gathered momentum to slash the droid's head off. The remaining three whipped around and opened fire with a vengeance. Aovinr kicked the dead droid's body at them while he got his blade back up to proper combat spin. As he advanced on his next target, the droid dropped its blaster and drew a short electro-staff.

The droid jabbed the electro-staff into his spinning blade, and to Aovinr's surprise it didn't snap. The electrical energy cascaded down the blade and into Aovinr's hand causing shock pains to rip through his arm. Roaring with anger, Aovinr reached with his empty hand and grabbed the droid's head and provided it with a Baedurin-style headbutt. When the droid recoiled from his surprise attack, Aovinr slashed upwards with his weapon, cutting the droid in two. Aovinr turned about just as the two survivors opened fire, and Aovinr felt the searing pain of blaster bolts finding their mark. Two to his stomach and one to the shoulder, damn it. He'd had an easier time with some Mystics than these machines.

His sword arm was already starting to numb from the shock... but still. Aovinr grabbed one half of the already destroyed droid and tossed it in the general direction of the survivors. He rushed and positioned himself inbetween the two droids, and stabbed horizontally backwards into a droid chest. Aovinr swiftly pulled the sword free and side-stepped the blaster bolt that flew by... and hit the already stabbed droid in the head. With one left, Aovinr went to grab the droid before suddenly, all the lights on the Droid turned blood-red. "Autodistruzione iniziata: detonazione in cinque, quattro, tre ..." Aovinr had a moment to be surprised and utter, "What?"

"...due uno!" The droid exploded outwards from it's chest. A blast was strong enough to send the heavy Baedurin flying backwards and slam into a wall so hard, he was partially embedded inside it. Aovinr briefly saw the hallway the battle had taken place in was now a flaming, scorched mess, pipes bursting and steam everywhere. Then, Aovinr briefly slipped into unconsciousness, and slumped forward.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective B
Post 2
Tags- [member="Tathra Khaeus"], [member="Aovinr"]

Once the Debuachers had brought the Shield down, the Orkale Gunships slipped through the nest of Fighters escaping from the vessel, aiming for one of the revolving hangar bays. The Primarch could feel it in his gut, perhaps he could assist.

The Primarch reached out to the two Shamans aboard the other Gunships, allowing them to aid his attempt. The Primarch closed his eyes, placing both hands on the railings as he entered a deep focus, lowly humming under his breath. In his minds eye, he saw the fighters and the shifting hangar bay doors; he felt their energy, the small details of power cores and the overlapping energy circuits within the Station.

His eyes opened, letting out an groan of exertion as a stasis field was erected, holding the hangar doors open and frying several of the fighters, causing them to crash into one and other; a series of explosions erupted from deep within their lines. The disruption gave the Gunships enough time to get inside, however finding a suitable landing point was a different task altogether.

The Primarch moved to the cockpit alongside the Chieftain, the inners of the Droid Station was fascinating; but he had no time for observations now. All they could focus on in that moment was to find somewhere suitable to deploy from. However, he entrusted that task to the more tactically minded.

​"Sire." ​Azarak greeted him as he entered the cockpit.

 

[Galak]

Objective A: All out Attack
Post Two
Tags- [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"]

The Shaman might have not been aware of it, but he had a certain reputation for violence and combat. A Shaman that Brutes could relate with, or something akin to that. Though Hrajlmak could not see it, the Brute grinned under his helmet and nodded as they shook in response to his name.

“We’ll be deploying into the Droid Factory, from there we need to head through a munitions shaft and down through the Central Factory. There will be a supply shaft we can use to reach the Stations core. That way we can disable its defences.” Galak explained, they’d already drawn up a plan of attack based on their previous experiences.

Every team had the schematic. Galak placed a small marble stone on the floor, allowing it to create a strange holographic in their minds for both to see. Hopefully, that’d help the newly returned Shaman. The Captain could smell his exictement, but he also knew the Shaman was a little rusty; he’d be keeping a keen eye on him. As much as Galak wished to see the Shaman survive, he would not allow his weakness to endanger himself nor his Brutes.

​They were drawing in closer now, the Gunships opened fire on the Droid Factory; using massive Malabast needle rounds to erupt the metal hull - causing a temporary gap in their shielding and allowing the Gunships to past through. The massive Brute took his Automatic from the Weapon rack, grunting deep from his stomach to order the others to do the same.

​The other Brutes took their Spike Rifles, and Galak placed the rifle on his back; grasping his Glaive instead. He preferred up close for Droid Scum.

​​"Ready."

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective A

Hrajlmak's eyes drifted in every direction, watching, analyzing. Galak's instructions were absorbed with undivided attention. When the schematic entered his mind, it was the only priority. The Shaman focused on the imagery and committed it to memory. Adrenaline spiked like a drug when the gunship opened fire. They were mere moments away. The Shaman spread out his arms and craned his neck backwards. A low growl emanated and his angular, plated flesh began to shift and flex. Bones cracked, muscles bulged and, before his neck went too far back, he swung his head forward and dropped his arms. Chains and the various metals of his armoured robes added to the growing symphony of war. He gripped his staff and a red, curved misty blade erupted from its head. He could not be more prepared for what was to come.

"A tragedy that these automatons will not have the sense to curse every fiber of their existence. Their metal bodies will burn and yet they will be as indifferent as the ground they stand on".

Savagery and violence shared the Shaman's mind. But he was not prepared to allow it authority over him. Once it had, and the consequence was failure. The shame of Eshan lingered.

[member="Galak"]​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective B: Into the Belly of the Beast
Post Three

Tathra’s eyes quickly caught the familiar sight of his Drones, pointing to them for the pilot to see. They would land and reinforce the Drones.

“To the right pilot! All Gunships, deploy forces on the Drone held platform; Brutes bolster their ranks.” The Chieftain barked turned with a hand on Drek’ma’s shoulder with a nod as he made his way out of the cockpit to stand with the Brute forces within the gunship.

The deployment doors retracted, allowing the Titan to charge outward from the confines of the Orkale. His Long-Axe was raised overhead, thrusting it into the air to rally the troops. The closest Drone Commander raised his Bryn Shot in acknowledgement, Tathra cried out a roar as he lead the Brutes forward, thrusting his Axe n the direction of the Droid defenders.

“Warriors! Begin our assault!” Tathra barked load, rushing through the Horde of Drones to meet the Droid forces. Tathra slashed wide and effortlessly, carving through nearly a dozen of the puny metal facades in mere moments.

Metal pins, electircal circuits and blue liquid spurted out from the strange metal curved constructs. Tathra turned into a pirouette, allowing the back of his armour to absorb the bulk of the blaster fire as he turned to the right; activating his Composite Shield, allowing it to spring to life from his right arm and bashing into a few more. Crushing them underfoot, his thundering mass crashing through their tiny frames.

​The Bryn'adûl were bolstered by his battle prowess, charging the line alongside him. The Brutes drew their Glaives whilst the Grenadiers fired toward the back of the Droid horde, pushing them into a choke point. Tathra turned his Long-Axe into an outward swing, crushing another row of Drael.

​| [member="Azarak Drek'ma"] | @Aovinr |​

 

[Aovinr]

Objective B
Post 3
Tags - [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Azarak Drek'ma"]

Aovinr thought it might be a wise move to invest in a helmet. He grabbed a hold on consciousness and dragged himself out of the dent he'd made in the wall. Holding his pounding head, he braced himself by leaning on the wall behind him. Ringing ears drowned out any sounds he might've heard. His sword arm was painfully pulsing, the blaster burns were borderline agony, and frankly his whole body was damaged from that explosion. But, he still had a mission, pain or no pain. Aovinr grunted and pushed himself off the wall, calling on the life energy to steady and sustain him until he could rest. His control was poor and the effects were not great, but it was enough assistance to ignore the pain for a time.

Sword in hand, Aovinr started heading down the destroyed hall, stepping over flames and destroyed droids. The ringing in his ears was quieting down, and Aovinr could now here a battle nearby along with an annoying loud siren that was not helping his headache. Coming to the end of the hall, Aovinr arrived at a blasted open door that lead into the main corridor. Glancing out, he saw the furious battle between the Drones and the Droids, he was behind the droid lines, and as far as he could tell, they hadn't noticed him. Aovinr squinted, his vision still blurry, but he could swear he saw a red-skinned Drael leading the charge. Shaking his head free of the distraction, Aovinr looked the other way. The direction leading away from the battle was clear of droids at the moment. Giving one last glance at the melee, Aovinr started down the corridor, heading deeper into the station.

After a minute of walking, Aovinr came across a large durasteel double door, with glass embedded in the door itself. It wasn't the destination of the corridor, as it kept going, but some kind of side path. Glancing through, Aovinr spotted a variety of machinery and machines at work. As far as he could tell, the majority of the droids were engineering or maintenance, not combat models. Whatever this place was, it was important and high-maintenance. Fantastic.

Aovinr breached the door with a heave and headed inside the room, passing some label in basic; "Po*t P*wer Room"

 

[Galak]

Objective A: All out Attack
Post Three
Tags- [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"]

Galak nodded in regards to the Shamans remark, silently prepping himself. The Captain slammed his chest, as the Gunship doors opened. Galak stepped out with a loud thump, grasping tightly at his Glaive as his eyes scanned the area.

It was strange, he almost felt like he was in the same place again. But it wasn’t much different than how their bases all looked similar. It was just different, but built for an ugly purpose. It was a little quieter than he expected.

But he expected that to change, sooner rather than later the Droids would come out of every little corner they could. But, a moment passed and he was still standing still.

“Let’s move out! We need to get a move toward their Cannons.” Galak ordered, gesturing for their Brutes to move out.

“Lets get moving, Shaman.”

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective A

Hrajlmak strode out of the gunship. Eyes scanned the area, spying every corner. Drones piled out of the adjacent gunship, clambering over each other - desperate to sink their teeth into something. They quickly spread out across the factory floor, upturning anything not bolted down. Hrajlmak instinctively reached out with the Force but as expected, felt nothing. These were not living beings, they were mechanical monstrosities.

Himself and the Captain made their way across the factory. They were met with silence. An unsettling silence that only made Hrajlmak more paranoid. It seemed only logical that a factory would be teeming with its offspring. The unit was quickly approaching the far end and would soon find the munitions shaft stated in the schematics.

A blast sounded nearby and the body of a drone erupted. A light shone from near its corpse. And then another. Like stars in the depth of space they appeared in every direction. Hrajlmak spun around only to see more. They were surrounded. The factory's products had simply waited. The lights dimmed slightly to reveal the metallic bodies that that bore them. Bodies that were crawling from every hole, emerging from every corner and dropping from every height. Hrajlmak focused and immediately the small army of drones they had brought formed a perimeter around the Brute unit.

The droids let loose a torrent of energy and in response, Hrajlmak commanded the drone perimeter to expand in every direction and meet the ambush. Acting as both meat shields and omni-directional attack. Hrajlmak himself remained where he was, throwing streaks of blood-red fire from his free hand to engulf groups of droids.

[member="Galak"]​

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective B
Post 3
Tags- [member="Tathra Khaeus"], [member="Aovinr"]

Drek'ma was not quite such the rigorous combatant that their Chieftain was, rather he admired from afar and used the force to disrupt their forces. His abilities disrupt their electronics, stunning and otherwise dismantling them and tearing their energy from them into bolts of energy flung from his wrists. Whilst the Primarch was a powerful force user, he was by no means as competent a warrior as even the Zealots in close quarters. The Drael relied on the force, a powerful ally.

He felt the power surging through him, bolting through his body like blood at the pace of a excited heart. It gave him great satisfaction, serving under the purview of the Chieftain himself. It was a great honor, and the Shaman would ensure he and his subservient Shaman's did all they could to decimate the remaining Droid creatures. The Shamans poured into the force, feeding in the Primarch as he landed opposite the Chieftain, releasing a powerful chain of stunning lightning through the Droids, dropping droves of the strange Droids.

​"Sire, our first target is the Power Conduit. We must find it." ​The Primarch half pleaded, drawing the Titan away from the horde of fallen Droids.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective B: Into the Belly of the Beast
Post Four

​Tathra nodded in agreement with the Primarch, turning to the larger force that had gathered behind them. The fighter bay would now be their secondary objective. Tathra split the Brutes and Drones into two separate groups, the Droid factory would have to be a constant focus - otherwise they would have to deal with constant flanks.

​The muscle-bound Titan moved, and the Primarch echoed his step; moving aside with a bow.

​"Hold the line here Brutes. Commander Aadarak, disable their hangar bay doors; halt the release of their Fighters and this fight will be over much sooner." ​Tathra directed their forces to the respective objectives.

​Tathra would take a smaller group, including the Primarch deeper into the facility. But the Shaman was right, first the Power Conduit; then they would deal with the Core and the potential housing area of the AI. In truth, Tathra was curious as to further conversation with the AI. From what he understood, they were incredibly intelligent, observant beings. Part of him wanted to convince the AI, to make it see his Truth.

​Even then, it wouldn't matter - ultimately it would be destroyed. The Chieftain lead the Shaman and Brutes through an aft corridor toward the Conduit, however the group was halted by scorching walls, fire. The door ahead was breached, likely signs of a Zealot. Tathra marched through the flames, searching for the Zealot.

​| [member="Azarak Drek'ma"] | [member="Aovinr"] |​

 

[Galak]

Objective A: All out Attack
Post Four
Tags- [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"]

​Galak backed up, ordering his Brutes to encircle behind the Drones as the Droids care from every corner. Suddenly, the situation was all too familiar to what had happened before, but this time they didn't have the assistance of the Dreddikast. Galak threw his Glaive into an approaching Droid, pushing forward with his RAW, releasing a torrent of superheated Metal spikes. It was then he took note of the Shaman's powers, nodding to him as he moved to cover the Shaman's back.

​The Sentinel droids came from above, using thruster packs and carrying two Vibro-blades, they came from above. Galak turned with his rifle, blasting the first one down, killing it before it could reach them. The other drew close, aiming for the Shaman.

"Look out!" ​Galak bellowed.

 

[Aovinr]

Objective B
Post 4
Tags - [member="Azarak Drek'ma"] [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

Aovinr jerked his weapon free of one of the few Security Droids in this part of the ship. The rapid movement causing him pain. Walking forward, with a slight limp, Aovinr opened the next door towards the center of the power station. "You have to be kidding." Greeted with some kind of heretical power or engineering control room with a large glass panel facing what seemed to be a power conduit, or rather, the power conduit. It was the center piece of a giant chamber adjacent to the control room, large wires were attached to the top of the main hub and the bottom was a large pillar, no doubt full of machinery.

Now, this wouldn't be a problem, if the central hub wasn't at least 100 meters away from the control room, and the only way Aovinr could see were small mag-tracks leading to and from the control room. There's no way a Drael, much less a Baedurin, was going across those and retaining his footing. Swearing loudly, Aovinr slammed his fist into one of the many control panels.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him, and turned to face the unseen newcomers, weapon drawn.

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective A

The Drones were keeping the droid ambush at bay but they were thinning. Hrajlmak glanced a look toward the entrance to the munitions shaft and an idea began to form. Tactical thought was quickly interrupted when Galak shouted over the chaos. Hrajlmak's head shot up only to be met with a vibroblade. The sentinel droid descended quickly and buried his blade into Hrajlmak's shoulder. He roared in anger and smothered the droids head with his hand. His claws sunk into the metal and he swiftly brought it down, crushing it into the ground. The headless droid carcass was then picked up and swung with such force that it traveled through several droids before coming to a stop in a heap. With the disruption dealt with, Hrajlmak turned to the Captain.

"We carve a path through to the munitions shaft, the droids will follow. By the time we reach the other end of the shaft it will be full of these machines. Then we simply blow up the shaft".

Hrajlmak awaited the Captain's approval before maneuvering his drones

[member="Galak"]​