Bryn'adûl | Caught in the Act Dominion

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective B
Post 4
Tags- [member="Aovinr"], [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

Drek'ma used the force as a vacuum for the elemental energy, using a vampirism variant of Tutanimis to warp the fire into cold, distilled air. The scorching fires were subdued, allowing the Primarch to move forward through the Corridor. His eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the Chieftain up ahead, filled with a sudden haste to quickly reach their Leader. The force pulled at his gut, letting him know some kind of incident was ahead.

It was then that the Chieftain dashed through the doorway with no word to any as to why. Azarak cursed himself for having been silent, using the force to cross the distance in mere seconds through a powerful dash. When the Shaman came around the corner, Tathra was stood still with Axe in hand eyes on the Zealot ahead of them.

The Primarch's eyes shifted to the drawn weapon, but immediately dismissed the Zealot as he began to observe the inner-workings of the Station. It seemed as though the Drael had located the Conduit.

​"Well found, Zealot." ​The Shaman remarked.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective B: Into the Belly of the Beast
Post Five

​The Titan came to the edge of the door; heavy footsteps echoing just ahead. The hate built within, stirring like a bull. The Titan brought his Long-Axe into a raised guard, turning the corner and through the crumpled doorframe. In place of an enemy, Tathra observed a small Baedurin Zealot.

​The dim red lighting from the corridor caused the muscle-bound frame of the Titan cast a shadow over the Zealot, broad shoulders carried fanned golden plates; chest of silver dawned across his carapace etched in shadow. His opaque dimly glowing eyes acknowledged the existence of the Zealot. His eyes moved next the weapon, scoffing - a child's toy.

​​"Lower your guard, Zealot." ​The Titan's words rose from the pit of his bestial stomach, addressing the inferior Drael. He spoke, it was not a request, it was what was going to happen.

​Tathra continued past him after the Zealot had lowered its weapon, observing the circuits and pipes that made up the circular interior of the Power Conduits chamber. He had no time to congratulate, he left that to the Primarch. The power conduit was unlike the Core of the previous Station he had destroyed the Central Core of, whilst still circular in design - there was a great amount of minutia that made it hard to discern what was trivial or vital.

​"Primarch Drek'ma, ascertain what element of this Power Conduit has the largest electrical current running through it and this task becomes much simpler."

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

 

[Galak]

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

​Galak's callout wasn't quite quick enough, and the Shaman was struck. The Brute couldn't afford to assist him, hesitating for a moment as droid drew closer; his crystalline carapace tanking the blaster shots as he turned to the Droid, slamming the butt of his RAW into the droids chest, knocking it to the ground with a bent metal face.

​The Captain instinctively flinched as the Sentinel flew past his left, crashing into a row of Droids; disabled. Galak hopped, backing up toward the Shaman as a heavy round grazed his shoulder, causing him to stagger as their Drones fell, yet the Brutes held the inner circle. In every direction there were more, they were right in the middle of the Factory. Good thing they brought Rhivaks.

"We can use the Rhivaks to punch through, Brutes form up!"

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective A

The tremendous noise of shrieking drones clashing with metal bodies did nothing to smother the primitive noises in Hrajlmak's head. Without missing a second, Hrajlmak maneuvered the drones. The circle reformed, drones from further toward the gunships fell back and reinforced the opposite end, turning the rapidly thinning circle into a teardrop pointed toward the ammunition shaft. Everything from that point on had to be fast-pace and without fault, lest the droids break through where the perimeter was weak and catch up to the inner circle. Hrajlmak pointed the Rhivaks toward the shaft and had them turn all fire toward it. Rows of droids were torn apart and the gap immediately filled with drones, thus creating a path. Wasting no time, the Brute unit made rapid advance into the shaft.

The unit dropped down the shaft, followed by drones flinging themselves through the doorway, followed by much more controlled droids. Above them a lift full of energy cells made its way up the station. If an explosive caught up to it, the shaft would be drenched in cleansing inferno, but that window was quickly closing as the distance between them grew.

[member="Galak"]​

 

[Galak]

​Objective A
Post Six
​Tags- [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"]

​The Captain and his Brutes followed the Shaman as he lead the Rhivaks and Drones in a teardrop formation, if the Shaman hadn't done it he would've. But all the same, the Tactical know-how of Hrajlmak was impressive. Thus far at least, his reputation held up. Galak simply nodded in response, hand-signalling to his Brutes to fall in as the Rhivaks broke through the Droid line.

​The rifle in his hand was boiling hot, its barrel was glowing red. Galak backed up slowly, dropping his rifle as the Droids drew closer. His eyes shifted back and forth to the shaft, making sure his Brutes and the Shaman got inside. One left, a Grenadier. The Brute switched to his Glaive, hacking and slashing to keep the droids at bay.

​"Glugh!"

​Galak turned on his heel as the Grenadier fell, eyes set on a Sentinel. He tore his glaive from a droid, throwing it at the Sentinel, knocking it to the ground, rushing with Glaive in hand before it could regain its footing. The Brute stabbed the Glaive through the fallen Droid into the Sentinel, pinning it and stomping on its head.

​Eyes darting to the right, the droids were getting close. The Brute backhanded the closest, grabbing the dead Grenadiers Bryn Shot and leaping into the Shaft after the Shaman and his Drael. Galak landed on his back, looking up to see the Droids firing down on them from the top of the shaft.

"Get that Hatch open, quick."

 

[Aovinr]

Objective B
Post 5
Tags- [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Azarak Drek'ma"]

After the Zealot had spotted the Chieftain, his weapon was already returning to his side before the large red monster spoke. Not alot of point of holding a weapon to your allies. Aovinr turned back to the viewing glass and gestured to the power conduit. "Only way to the thing is those mag-tracks, built for the metal heretics though." Aovinr examined the room again and only saw undecipherable controls and buttons. A wall towards the door must've sustained damage recently, because Aovinr noticed weld marks along a sheet of metal... a sheet.

"We could... slide something over the tracks." Aovinr said aloud, while staring at the recent repair.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective B
Post 5
Tags- [member="Aovinr"], [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

​The mag tracks surrounding the Power Conduit were constantly moving, too fast for one to grapple; even Khaeus himself. Perhaps by disrupting the power flow of the Machine the Primarch could temporarily slow the Mag Tracks. No doubt the Chieftain could cross the distance with some small assistance. Drek'ma nodded in response to the Chieftain's command. His mind easily slipped into a state of focus, numbing the world around him so much so that the words of the Zealot were nothing more than muffled indiscernible noises to him.

​Fingers outstretched, the Primarch's arm moved slowly from left to right before stopping somewhere mid-right of the room; brow furrowing. His forked tongue danced between his teeth as he hissed out syllables.

​"Found it." ​The Primarch remarked, using the force to cause the electric current to falter; the circuits heating to the point of glowing, melting the pipes around them as the Mag Tracks slowed to a stuttering stop.

​Almost immediately the system was rerouted, shifting. Even faintly, the Primarch could feel the presence of the Artificial Construct.

​"Quickly, sire." ​The Shaman Primarch spoke, sound reverberating from the back of his throat with some audible strain in his voice, raising both hands as he quickly was dealing with multiple flows of power.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective B: Into the Belly of the Beast
Post Six

​Tathra moved with a silent urgency, crossing the small distance between himself and the railing before the mag-tracks. The sounds of the combat outside were not lost on the Chieftain, no doubt their numbers were falling by the second. The droid factories of the smaller stations operated at a great capacity, no doubt the control ship had larger factories, soon their would no doubt be hundreds upon them. He would not allow the Bryn'adûl to fall under his Command.

His opaque eyes scanned across them, noting that the mag tracks were each attached to a crane. All of which ran back toward the centre area where the Power Conduit was. It was irritating, if they could - he would've just blown it up from range by now. But, the speed of the magtracks made a clear-shot difficult, and only something durable like his own weaponry could pierce it up close. They knew that from the previous Station cores.

Tathra grasped onto the crane, feeling it anchored down by his weight. The titan snarled, hand clipped as the Mag-tracks activated once more, zipping past him and smacking his right arm. As he recovered, the Mag-track slowed as the Primarch regained control; Tathra turned to the Zealot. The young Baedurin was exactly what they needed.

​"Climb across, now!" ​The titan barked, tossing the Zealot his Long-Axe. Tathra took hold of the Mag-tracks crane; halting its movement. The speed of the machine put a strain on his body, it was not so easily held.

​​"Use it to destroy the Conduit."

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

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective A

The Brutes acted on Captain Galak's order, immediately setting about beating the hatch open to get them out of the shaft. Droids fresh off the production line were piling through the doorway the unit had just descended from. Attaching themselves to the walls of the shaft they rained fire down upon them. Hrajlmak covered himself with a lifeless drone carcass and peered through a fresh hole to see the lift still ascending. His eyes darted to the hatch and back to the lift. Droids continued to flood in and were beginning to descend. They were a small unit in a smaller box. Hrajlmak stared at the flow of automatons, tension tightening his bones. He flashed one last look to the hatch, A pair of Brutes backed up and threw themselves forward together. The moment the hatch was broken apart, Hrajlmak threw the carcass and bowled a sphere of inferno up the length of the shaft. He didn't wait to see it travel, throwing himself through the hatch.

A high-pitched explosion rocked the factory. The shaft was fumigated with blazing inferno that incinerated any metal bodies caught in its path. Giga-joules of energy escaped from every vent and doorway. Clambering to his feet, Hrajlmak took quick count of their remaining force and judged it adequate to complete their objective. The primal voices of the Rhivaks were noticeably absent from the Shaman's mind. A loss, but necessary.

[member="Galak"]​

 

[Galak]

Objective A
Post Six
​Tags- [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"]

​Galak was the last through the shaft, he heard the sound first. It was chilling, louder than anything he'd heard before. At least up this close, next the heat. Even a Baedurin could feel this heat. The boiling point was beyond even the hottest casting furnace, his skin was titillated and the Brute next felt the kinetic force, throwing him forward and slamming into a familiar crane, crashing through partially constructed droids. The Captain fell on his back, ripping off his melting helmet, thrown aside as he gasped for fresh air.

The Brute coughed, with one ear ringing. His hand felt at the ear, his numbed fingers returned to eyesight. Blood. The damn eardrum must've bust.

​"Grugh..." ​The Baedurin groaned as he moved to his feet, picking up the Bryn Shot as he counted those among them. Good, this would be enough.

​"We need to plant the explosives along this seam." ​Galak pointed to the corridor's floor, it was in fact a doorway to the lower levels and the only way to reach the core was through the central factory production lines.

There'd be a lot of running up ahead.

 

[Aovinr]

Objective B
Post 6
Tags - [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Azarak Drek'ma"]

Aovinr nodded to the Chieftain and caught the Long-Axe in mid-air, for a second, he was slightly staggered from the weight of the weapon. After a moment of balancing his grip, he charged forward towards the halted crane. The Chieftain was holding it at the base and was obviously struggling. Quickly. Aovinr leaped over the Chieftain onto the crane, and ran up the crane's neck towards the Conduit.

In a shocking turn of events, it turned out cranes can move. Aovinr felt a vibration in the crane as something gave at the base. Don't kill yourself, Don't kill yourself, JUMP. Aovinr summoned his will and forced the life energy around him into his legs and pushed off the crane as it began to give way. The backlash of the jump sent the crane slamming into it's magtrack, but the Baedurin had made it into the air. Aovinr swung the axe above his head and threw himself forward towards the objective...

THUNK

The axehead ripped into the wiring above the conduit. For the moment, Aovinr was dangling about 20 meters over the Conduit, holding onto the axe, which in turn was tangled in wiring. I overshot the Conduit! Damn. A microsecond later, Aovinr felt himself fall a few inches as the axehead sliced through a piece of the wiring holding it. Oh no. The last of the wiring gave and Aovinr started falling towards the Power Conduit. As he fell level with the Conduit, Aovinr swung the axe again digging the blade into the reinforced plating of the machine. Aovinr's and Axe's weight carried more than enough downward momentum to deeply gouge the Conduit, Aovinr felt the collision of axe and machinery reverberate through the hilt. After a few moments of sliding, the weapon finally hit something as hard as it, and halted.

Glancing down, Aovinr saw the depth of the pit under the Conduit and found he could not see the bottom. Suddenly, the Conduit emitting a terrible grinding noise, and Aovinr's nose was assaulted with the smell of melting metal and rubber. The reaction carried itself into the pillar under the Conduit and it's metal platting promptly exploded and caught fire. Why is all heretical technology prone to explosion. Aovinr tightened his grip on the axe's hilt and started to try and pull himself up. If he could get his hands and feet on the conduit, he could simply climb to a better position and jump off, landing back with the other Drael. Hopefully.

As Aovinr pulled on the axe, whatever it was hooked on did not appreciate the shift in weight. The axe gave a few centimeters and lowered Aovinr towards the fire below. Oh no. Aovinr pulled harder on the axe, attempting to regain his lost ground, and felt the axe begin to slip even more. If the Chieftian's weapon wasn't so sharp, it wouldn't be slicing through everything it gained purchase on! Panic filled Aovinr's mind as the axe slipped even more, at this rate, he was going to fall!

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective B: Into the Belly of the Beast
Post Seven

​The mag-tracks crane continued to fight against him, pushing the Titan ever so slowly. The pain drummed through his teeth, tearing at the muscle; the ligaments were overstretched, slowly being torn apart by the extreme pressure. His arms were little more than pillars in the way, heat rose from his back - shoulder blades grinding into flesh. The tension grew tremendously, a lesser beings limbs would've torn off.

​Tathra's eyes followed the every movement of the Zealot, focusing on him to evade the pain. Suddenly, the crane he'd held onto gave way; falling as the Zealot leapt toward the Conduit. Tathra was given a moment of relent, however the next crane swung round with equal ferocity. Tathra swung out, throwing his body weight into the crane as he slammed his right arm against it - halting it in its tracks.

His left arm grasped the lower half as the Zealot struck the conduit, slicing right through it to the core; dangling precariously from below. Tathra instinctively reached out with his left hand, calling both the Axe and Zealot back to him; yet the counterweight of the Zealot caused the Axe to float.

​The Titan's muscle-bound form was lurched over the railing, right arm shaking as he held the crane; left pulling the Axe closer.

​"Jump."

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

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective B
Post 5
Tags- [member="Tathra Khaeus"], [member="Aovinr"]

​The AI was relentless, pressing the Shaman to the edge of his ability, hot boiling fluid oozing from his snout. No doubt it was blood, draining from his addled brain; bruised by the sheer effort of the AI. The Shaman extended both hands, taking a wide stance as his head sunk low, focusing on the task at hand.

​A few seconds more and the Primarch's vision began to blurry; head quaking with pulsing migraines. Hands strained, reaching out with force. The Shaman grappled with the power of the AI, keeping it at bay. Tendrils of electronic might cut at him like wind through autumn trees, chipping away slowly at his concentration till his legs caved.

​The AI held strong, both wills contested, neither giving way to the other. However the Primarch knew he couldn't hold on for much longer. Luckily, the Zealot had destroyed the power conduit, severing a large portion of the AI's control to this part of the Station. The Primarch immediately relaxed, regaining his composure quickly as the Chieftain saw to the recovery of the Zealot.

​From the doorway they had came from, the Sentinel Droids poured inward. No doubt the AI had called them to its defence.

​"Sire!"

​Azarak turned his gaze on the droids, releasing a torrent of energy that toppled two of the six droids.

 

[Aovinr]

Objective B
Post 7
Tags - [member="Tathra Khaeus"][member="Azarak Drek'ma"]

Aovinr gasped as the axe sudden jerked free of the conduit. So sure of his impending death he strung a string of colorful Drael curses aloud. It took a moment for Aovinr to realize that he wasn't falling, but floating. A quick glance at the struggling Chieftain revealed his savior.

But somehow, floating directly above the bottomless pit was somehow worse than being attached to something above it. The Baedurin was white-knuckling the axe as it inched its way back over to it's owner. Once the two were close enough to the Chieftain, the red leader commanded, ​"Jump."

Just as Aovinr prepared to swing, he heard Azarak call attention to the sudden intrusion of droids in the area. Aovinr silently pleaded the Chieftain to last a few moments longer as he removed his own doubled bladed weapon from his back, and holding it like a javelin, threw it towards one of the droids. Not sparing the time to see the result, Aovinr swung back and forth on the axe to build a small amount of momentum, then leaped towards the Chieftain, his hand outstretched.

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective A

Their remaining force busied themselves with the explosives. Hrajlmak picked a lifeless droid head from the floor and inspected it closely, thinking while he did. His claws, almost dripping with melted flesh, passed over its intricacies, probing its orifices. Magnificent he thought. Yet so fundamentally flawed. He looked from the head to a pair of drones. The two monsters primitively batted at each other, throwing scraps and aimlessly frolicking. He looked back to the head. Thoughts raced. And were gone.

Hrajlmak dropped the metal cranium and gazed ahead, contemplating their next moves. Their Brute unit was missing only one or two and they still had a sizeable collection of drones. What concerned him was the enemies strength. It grew. He would not worry nearly as much if the opposition was not actively producing more of their own side while they fought. And what concerned him even further was his utter lack of knowledge. Infuriating. He began to pace and click two of his claws together.

"We don't understand" he mumbled. A low growl emanated from his chest.

He stopped abruptly and looked to Galak, "We make quick advance from here to the central factory. If we are caught in another ambush there, I doubt we will survive. There could be another way?"

[member="Galak"]​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective B: Into the Belly of the Beast
Post Eight

​Instinct kicked in as Shaman Drek'ma called out to warn him, his body moved without thought- flinching to turn and defend himself. Tathra closed off his mind to distractions, choosing to ignore the warnings of the Primarch as the Sentinels drew closer. His gaze was intense, holding the visage of the Zealot before him with a steely, undeterred by the Sentinel threat. He had no fear.

​One of the Sentinels drew close, vibroblades drawn at the Titan as the Zealots sword shot up like a javelin; stabbing into the Sentinel and knocking it back. Then, the Zealot leapt across the distance and Tathra outstretched his right hand as the crane gave, no longer propelled by the AI. With his left he caught the Axe, with the right he caught the Zealot.

​In a single motion, Tathra turned around; swinging the Zealot upward and above the rail with relative ease. The Titan turned into his momentum, cutting a Sentinel in half as it flew at him; thrusters engaged. The Primarch had already dealt with two of them, now all they had to do was clean up the mess.

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

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective A: post 1

"Marauder Hraelga," The mainforce had already made their way, the fighting fierce and bloody, but she couldn't let those brutes, shamans and drones have all their fun while her own team of zealots was held back, making sure that the way out was prepared for any eventual retreat. "Why aren't we aiding our brothers and sisters?"

Hraelga looked up at the Orkale which was waiting for its cargo to friggin decide what to do: leave or stay, she herself was a bit torn up about the prospect of staying behind as well, but than again..."The Horde needs securities. Our Creator has faced these things before and so have I, they are not to be underestimated and from the looks of it, they did not underestimate the horde either. Yes, strength is our virtue, but we are not dumb animals," She looked at the zealots and sighed, it was no use, her Draelvasier blood was boiling, aching for a fight against these metal clankers. So many had been lost when they were trapped on that station, now they would bring the fight to them. "Allright, give me Captain Galak's location, he was present on the derelict stations before, if anyone of these maggots knows how to break through and has the biggest shot at this, it's him. Prepare yourselves, we'll be moving in three."

Even if the horde was powerful, even if the bryn'adûl were strong, Hraelga looked at the carnage and could only wonder what the Creator was thinking, what was his aim? Shrugging for a moment, she chuckled and raised her arm. "Advance!!"

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"] @Aovinr @Galak

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective B
Post 7
Tags- [member="Tathra Khaeus"], [member="Aovinr"]

​The Primarch drew his Glaive, using the force to superheat the blades as he dashed between the Chieftain and the incoming Sentinels. The closest Sentinel drew both its vibroblades, using its thrusters to launch into the air; aiming for the Chieftains head. The Primarch put himself in the direct flight path of the first, slashing in a spiral through the Sentinel. The Sentinel's metal flesh gave way to his blades surprisingly easily, the momentum of the Sentinels lunge forward essentially did the cutting for the Primarch; slashing the Sentinel in half as it tumbled to the side. Two more drew close and the Shaman encircled the first, simultaneously using the force to cause the circuits in the seconds leg to be disrupted, causing it to fall onto its knee. Azarak knew his combative skills would be of best use keeping the Droids at bay long enough for the Chieftain to return to the fight.

​All he had to do was wait. But waiting was getting harder. The closest Sentinel pulled back as the other crossed blades with the Shaman, holding him in place as the first Sentinel used its thrusters to slam into him. The Shaman was knocked from his feet, crashing into the ground. The Sentinels had a clear path to Tathra, two drew close. Azarak outstretched his hand, the force surging through him as he managed to slow one. Luckily, the Zealots blade speared the other.

​Now with the three of them in the fight, things got simpler. Azarak sheathed his Glaive, force stunning another of the Sentinels. Six left.

 

[Galak]

Objective A
Post Six
​Tags- [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"], [member="Hrealga Nacht"]

​Galak shook his head, perhaps the Shaman hadn't been present from the briefing on the Conquester; but this was their only route. Besides, neither the Shaman nor himself could change the rendezvous point chosen by the Marauder. Didn't matter what the Shaman thought, orders were orders.

​"No. We head into the main factory and rendezvous with Marauder Nacht." The Brute explained, reloading his rifle. He gestured with a spin of his index finger for the Brutes to back up from the centre of the corridor.

​The Brute Captain himself followed suit, expecting the Shaman to do the same as he raised his gauntlet. The small charges squirmed, like flesh balloons ready to pop. Strangely in that moment he wondered where'd they had come from. Perhaps they were derived from the same mutagen strand as the Seekers. The memory of them gave him a fright, a chill of his spine. No matter, there were no Seekers in space. Thankfully.

​The creatures screeched as they exploded, destroying a few metres worth of metal in each direction. The Captain was the first through, landing on the walkway below. Down through the factory was a maze of walkways all the way to the bottom. Roughly fifty metres or so below, another Brute Unit was making their way through the factory. Galak leaned over the railing, appraising the situation. Good, they still had their Rhivaks and they had the Droids on the run. Maybe it was just bad luck that they'd landed in the harder spot.

​"Let's get down there, Shaman."

 

[Aovinr]

Objective B
Post 8
Tags - [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Azarak Drek'ma"]

Landing on his feet after being flung over the railing, Aovinr quickly glanced at the enemy. The Primarch's abilites were keeping the closest at bay. Aovinr pushed himself forward and grabbing his weapon from the downed Sentinel, then charged the slowed one that had approached the Chieftain, and cut it down with two strokes of his blade. As it started to fall, Aovinr grabbed it and hurled it at the grouped up machines, hopefully seeding some dissarray for a few moments to allow the Chieftain to recover and join the battle.