Bryn'adûl | Cowardice is a Weapon

[Tathra Khaeus]

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​Deep within Wild Space
​​Locale; Emboldened Brothers Supply Rig
​​Attack against the Emboldened Brothers

​The Bryn'adûl Forces had suffered the lingering presence of the Emboldened Brethren for six months, their hastily forged alliances between races had allowed them to gather resources and bodies quickly enough. But these strange foes, even as unorthodox as they were; simply did not posses the training and ferocity employed by the Bryn'adûl. They were heretics, weak and feeble. And they would be, destroyed.
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The vibrant maroon carapace slammed hard into the hallway's floor, bending the one of the individual plates that made up the khaki interior; the Brothers vibro-katana skidding outward from the point of impact like a projectile limb. His ornate cloak falling around his form, its edges dipping into the blood oozing from old and new orifices. The skull like plate that made up his helm cracked and popped open as the giant crimson hand pulled back, revealing a slew of meaty discharge.

​The titan swerved from side to side, the next Brother crushed between the wall and his gigantic Axe; his breastplate turning into a meat grinder as the excess poured out from between the joints as limbs popped from their owners torso.

​The mass of Tathra dashed, both hands grasping the Axe; closing the distance between himself and the Brothers, immediately killing four as he massacred the group with fiendish proficiency.

Another, standing nearly the same height as the beast drew his blade; hacking and slashing with his vibro-katana. Another, smaller than both drew a dagger and blaster; darting between the two as he charged for an opening.

​The large brother's blade exceeded the titan's reach, putting him on the back-foot momentarily as he used the shaft of the Axe to keep the piercing blade at bay. Tathra continued to retreat for but a few moments, attempting a flawed swing, feigning a slight opening in his defences as the large Brother pulled his katana's hilt back, thrusting with his weight from the waist; intent on cutting through the beast. Tathra redirected this attack, pushing the blade upward as to nullify his defences and getting closer to the large brother and away from the smaller brother. He thrust his shoulder into the larger brother, throwing him backward against the hallway wall, slamming his shoulder into the glass.

​The titan swayed, anchoring in the direction of the smaller one as it attempted to strike with its long dagger, aiming for the veins in his thigh, Tathra side-stepped the small creatures strike; allowing the weight of the Axe to compliment itself as the weapon's shaft aligned with the back of his arm, the head swinging in motion with his left arm as it slammed into the back of the brother, shattering his spine, jolted through the air at the large brother, side-stepping as he closed the distance, attempting to thrust again.

​Tathra allowed the strike to proceed, instead using the shaft to redirect the blade to his right. The huge weight of the titan pinned the blade beneath the Axe, Tathra's Gladius extended from his left gauntlet, now but a few inches from the large Brother's chest; the Gladius cut through the upper collar of the Brother.

​Using the lithe nature of the Katana, the large Brother attempted to redirect the blade to the right; intent on thrusting at the waist once more. Tathra used the weight of the Axe and his strength to guide the near weightless Katana off-course, bypassing his waist entirely and to the right. Then, only pulling downward an inch the Axe was free, its head swinging to the right as it carved through his abdomen; severing all but a few inches of flesh as the Brother fell.

​Behind the titan, lay a hallway strewn with countless bodies; pilling up. Half submerged in unidentifiable weaponry, bent armour and the puffs of gas extending from the damaged ships exterior. Titain eyes observed the corpses, a wealth of pride pressed downward as the next hallway revealed perhaps more than the titan could count. A large hangar bay that possibly housed hundreds of ships, the whole hangar alight with battle fire. The superheated metal raining like orange cinders as the blue and yellow plasma escaped the blasters of the Brothers.

​A single hand rested on the railway as Tathra's titian orbs observed the battle, Axe loftily held in his left.

| [member="Naramphra"] | [member="Ora'xian"] |​

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

The Emboldened Brothers. A menace to the Bryn'adul. And so, they would be exterminated. Destroyed. By the time they left this supply rig, it's inhabitants would be slaughtered. And killed. And the station would lay waste. Perhaps if they were lucky they could destroy it after sacking it of its supplies.

Nonetheless, Naramphra moved through the halls with speed. They were weak and as such, she chose to use her natural weapons - her hardened tail, whipping into skulls. Her sharp nails, which sliced into the hordes of the Emboldened Brothers. Perhaps it was a fault in her conditioning, her genetic structure, but there was nothing quite like ending the life of something with her own natural mechanisms that the geneticists bestowed upon her.

Indeed, she loved the pulse of the heart as a nail shredded it. Her little millions followed behind - they were doing immensely well. Much better than the other attack, even though it was a success. The relic had been retrieved. And now, the leftovers moved with a fierceness like no other. The only problem was she sensed there wasn't quite as many as they were supposed to be... Nonetheless, Naramphra continued her killing spree as she jumped onto one of the starships in the hangar and jumping down on what she assumed a pilot.

Unbeknownst to Naramphra, their indeed were less than expected soldiers. Several moved towards [member="Tathra Khaeus"] with the end goal of ending his life. It was time for new leadership, the leader had said, and what better way than to end the Chieftains life. Perhaps it would cost a small civil war. And a few innocents. But if they couldn't survive, well, did they really deserve life?

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Fires rose from the hangar bay ground, reaching the tunnel corridors that ran through the centre of the hangar banks. A mixture of blaster fire and super-heated projectile filled the bay beneath. Sentry turrets manned in fortified parts of the tunnels spewed heavy blaster fire down on the Bryn'adûl groupings below whilst a horde of Savage Drones surrounded the small pockets of Embolden Brother forces.

​The railway that the titan stood upon ran the length of the ceiling of the hangar bay, allowing him access to the tunnels below. Tathra broke into a sprint, his crouched form covering the distance between the entrance and the area above the tunnel without interruption. As per usual, the metal ladder was too small for the titan. Grasping the railway, the metal instantly became warped as his sheer weight bent the railway outward, swinging from the railway and plummeting downward.

​The Emboldened Brothers held the positon firmly, two hurriedly loading another cell into the overheated sentry turret as the others secured passage for more troops to rally below. Their movements halted as the tunnel lights flickered, a horrible sound could be heard by those who listened; others focus engulfed by the deafening combat that surrounded them. Soon, the others joined their Brothers as all rifles were drawn towards the ceiling. A large chunk was torn away, revealing nothing.

Confusing caught them for a moment as a large Axe fell downward, slamming into the ground as its head dug into the metal floor. Looks were exchanged and their anxiety grew.

Tathra's eyes allowed him to view the soldiers within without revealing himself, his eyes watching as hearts sped faster in their chests. They were ready for a fight. Good. So was he. Tathra leapt down, a single hand prying the Axe free as he turned on his heel; swinging the Axe in his left hand, the shaft running the length of his underarm as he cut down five in a single swing. With a swivel of his wrist the shaft came quickly into the grasp of his right hand, pivoting to the right as he slammed the pommel squarely in the chest of the sentry gun pilot, throttling him downward into the chaos of the hangar bay below.

​Tathra spun the shaft in hand, using its impressive reach to quickly push back multiple opponents; keeping their daggers at bay, his movement keeping their plasmatic onslaught a step behind at every turn. With every movement, Tathra hacked down multiple opponents; blood splattering the length of his form as he turned on Brothers behind him. They dropped their rifles, some falling to the ground as they looked beyond the titan.

​The Chieftain anchored to observe what had taken them out of the fight, watching as a Bryn'adûl Battleship collided with the outer ring of the station, causing a large piece of the ring to tear from the installation, its massive size casting a shadow over the entire section of the hangar banks, coating the bay in darkness that gave way to immediate collision as the ring shard crashed into the station. The tunnel that Tathra was in was shook violently, Tathra stumbled as his Axe sank into the floor to steady himself. The two closest brothers seized the momentary opportunity, both tackling the titan as the corridor shook again.

​With one foot back, the titan withstood the attack; throwing one past him as the other drew close, slamming his left gauntlet into his chest as the Gladius extended, tearing the Brother's abdomen in two. Then, the corridor split in the middle; splintering in two as the halves began to fall. Tathra turned to deal with the second Brother as his half of the tunnel fell, throttling the titan.

​| [member="Naramphra"] |​

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

An explosion, likely from a grenade, threw the beast of a woman against one of the starships. The starship creaked, moving a few inches to the side. Her form left a large, dent. A growl escaped her lips as she shook off the small amount of pain the blast, and subsequent impact, did to her frame. Her tail sliced through the air, the mace at the end cracking through the durasteel of the ship in one quick, intense motion.

Naramphra hissed, jumping forward to the Wookie that she had assumed threw the bomb. She wasn’t quite sure if it was him, or not, but based off the equation she did in her mind prior to her jump. It was. And it was rare for her to be wrong. She used her teeth to drill into his neck – leaving a large hole where flesh and hair had been prior. The Wookie crumpled seconds later, with one last yell before his death.

In the meantime, the rebel minions that had went after [member="Tathra Khaeus"]. They were too dumb to really form a plan, but the minions knew that Tathra would be somewhere… Somewhere, in the hangar bay. One was smashed by the following tunnel, as the others scattered around and jumped on the brothers that tumbled down with it – and as they tried their best to retain their balance from the sudden shaking of the station.

And while they did that, they also prepared for Tathra to fall from the other half. Ready. Likely, Tathra would be able to see their expressions, their desire to attack him.

Naramphra, on the other hand, slid a nail into the metal floor to regain her balance as she stared at the beautiful destruction. Unfortunate that one of the Bryn’adul battleships was lost, but worth it to see the immense destruction – the sounds of even more sirens, the fear that went across their preys faces.

They would win this day.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Tathra awoke, pain settling in as soon as his conscious form could feel. The tunnel had collided with another, before crashing downward into the battlefield below. Fire had engulfed the hangar bay, its dull steel interior marred by blood, bodies and scorched plasma. Sections of the overhanging tunnels had created a small debris field, now intertwined with mounds of metal from crushed vehicles and ships.

​Amongst the chaotic detritus filth, Tathra lay half immobile. A large piece of tunnel shaft rested on his back, pressing down on the Chieftain as the bridge above the tunnels had collapsed as well, anchoring the tunnel debris lower; near crushing the titan beneath. The right hand shifted, the shoulder immobilised as the Chieftain become reliant on his left. The gauntleted wrist battled with the metal above, able to lift the massive chunk of metal debris but a few feet.

​The titan gained footing, allowing his bruised back to take the weight from his arm. Then, a surge of Drones arrived - lead by a Drone Commander; a distinguished Brute by the name of Ad'kader, glad in brick red pauldrons and a thick chassis of mismatched malabast armour. The Drones came to Tathra's aid, a strange move for such a coincidental arrival.

​A nerve first, a sickening anticipation. His own kind were his brood, spawn of their forefathers bone - yet still their intentions bode ill for the titan. His intuition was correct as the closest three drew daggers, ready to plunge into their Chieftain. Tathra's adrenaline surged, left hand pushing upward and thrusting the wreckage several metres into the air.

​Even as the Titan's strength remained great, two of the three stabbed him directly in the lower abdomen. Tathra growled in pain, lurching forth as he returned blood for blood. The traitors would pay. His maw anchored forth, cracking open the right-most Drone's head like a nut. His left hand pushing the second Drone to the ground, the third moved to strike as Tathra side-stepped; Gladius extended from his left gauntlet as he readied to strike. That was when Ad'Kader's great axe struck, the head tearing through half of Tathra's upper arm, lodging itself in the mass of muscle and flesh. The Drone took that as his opportunity, lunging at Tathra.

Tathra waited for but a moment longer; Ad'Kader would no doubt follow-up his successful attack with a vertical strike for Tathra's chest, or so the Chieftain thought. As soon as he felt the Axe pried from his flesh he lunged forward, colliding with the Drone, simply overpowering the smaller beast as his dagger found Tathra's chest. The Chieftain pivoted, holding the Drone with his right hand grasping its chest as he pivoted to collide with Ad'Kader. The Drone's body served as intended, staggering the blow as Ad'Kader's Great Axe cut the Drone in two.

​Tathra emphasised on the momentary lapse, calling upon the Hraelk Axe as his left arm extended. Even as the arm oozed black blood, the Chieftain did not allow a show of pain to cross his face as more Drones appeared to aid Ad'Kader. The Hraelk Axe arrived in sight, cutting through a few as it spun toward him. Grasping the weapon firmly, Tathra blocked another blow from Ad'Kader with the shaft of his own Axe, catching Ad'Kader's Great Axe moments before it could arrive in his own chest.

​Tathra's right foot slid but an inch as he pushed back Ad'Kader's weapon, quickly overpowering his opponent as the confidence began to run from his features. It was then he called for the others to strike.

| [member="Naramphra"] |​

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Ad'kader knew this was his chance - a chance to finally end the life of Chieftain and bring about a new age. He crept with his fellow drones towards the now immobile [member="Tathra Khaeus"]. But what happened next happened in a blur, in a quick flash that left the drone commander with a gaping jaw and a fear. A reminder of why this would never, ever work.

He watched his drones get cut quickly. And suddenly, him and Tathra were in a battle interlocked with his axe and Tathra's own weapon. But he called others - the other rebellious, who wanted a change. And they came charging in with their knives, axes, and other weapons. Ready to take down the beast of Tathra. They couldn't fail - no, they had to win. They had to find a way to end him here, otherwise there chances could be ruined for days to come.

Worry had overcome not only Ad'Kader but also his minions. The ones that came seemed more timid, more afraid - more like they had made a major mistake. They began their descent on the titan, hopeful yet increasingly realizing the mistake they had made.

Naramphra, on the other hand, continued her surge against the Brothers. She grabbed the Wookie's blaster from his now deceased hand, aimed it, and shot it towards a fueling station. The impending explosion, and the resulting string of starships which exploded in the ship was beautiful, despite the sudden alarms that began going off inside the actual hangar itself. "Forward!" She yelled with fury towards the drones under her command.

The explosion left a large entrance further into the belly of the ship. To be fair, as Naramphra analyzed the situation, she wasn't sure how much longer she or any of the others would be safe upon the station. With the station's orbit undone from the massive collision, the continued shocks that made it hard to walk, and some of the fleeing Brothers themselves. Ah, well, they were on their way to victory.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​The Hraelk Axe spun above Tathra's head, using the long shaft of the weapon to generate momentum effortlessly; the Hraelk Axe left the two handed grip as assailants charged from all sides. Tathra released his off-hands grasp, allowing his left hand to wield the Axe single-handedly from the lower half of the weapon. He dashed to his left, attacking three of the traitors. His mass moved with him, half-pirouetting as the head broke through the Drones feeble guard, cutting down two as the blunt of the head smacked the third; throttling him into the debris.

Immediately turning on his heel, Tathra caught the neck of the shaft in his off-hand moving to redirect his momentum as his left hand slid to the pommel, keeping the Drones at bay with the ferocious momentum and reach the weapon possessed. The length of the shaft became aligned with his off-hand, cutting down one of the Drones as the left brought the shaft upward to his left, the pommel slamming into the closest Sraelvun Drone; turning his head into a splattered mess as Tathra thrust his fist into the third - standing with his weapon lowered, such cowardice.

​These Drones deserved to die. Tathra turned, spinning the Axe as he cut down two more; the shaft knocked Ad'kader back as he approached, unable to close the distance. Tathra did not relent, slamming a third with a kick that took his upper limbs apart, jolting the feeble crushed form several feet back.

​Ad'Kader came again, using the curve of his Axe's blade to push aside the Hraelk Axe - attempting to slam the shaft of his own Axe into Tathra's stomach. Instead, a massive fist slammed his shoulder, staggering Ad'Kader momentarily as he clutched the Axe to his chest. Tathra jabbed with the head of the Hraelk into Ad'Kader's head, slicing through both throat and face and separating the jaw and half of his upper cheek from his head. Ad'Kader went limp, falling.

​His fighting technique was as promising as his goals, and entirely futile.

| [member="Naramphra"] |​

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Naramphra used her feet to lodge herself into the ships metal, with every step slicing into the metal. Mostly to keep herself from being tipped or shaken from the continued shock-waves from the massive collision that had just occurred. Perhaps their droids, or whomever, could repair enough of the floating station to keep it about. That just wouldn't, though. For now, it must continue - no one would want Naramphra, or [member="Tathra Khaeus"], or any of the others to die without cause.

The drones about her returned to formation as quickly as they could. It perhaps took a moment due to the destabilized station. The sprinklers malfunctioning and water pouring down upon the group. The metal floors became more and more slick with every passing minute. Naramphra chuckled, glad for her ability to claw her way through the blast hole and into the belly of the beast. She crawled up into a northern part of the corridor, with signs that showed where the internal power core is.

Naramphra grinned, although a massive body slammed into her as she smashed against the wall. The beast of Naramphra growled in anger as she looked towards the human in a mech suit. What a cheater, she thought, as she used her mace of a tail to smash against his side as she regained her balance. A large growl escaped her mouth, almost a hiss as she jumped forward. She took the Theron's Reach from her back, and slung it towards the mech.

Somehow, he managed to grab hold of it and yank her towards him. Little did he know the sword began to melt the armor around his hand, causing him to scream in agony as Naramphra smashed against the wall next to him. Dazed, she shook her head. Bruises were forming along her body. Fine. Her maced tail went again, and again, on the window to the suit. Finally, it shattered - and her tail ended the humans life within.

The drones moved forward with their goal. Yes, victory would be theirs.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​The Chieftain appeared from within the miasma of bodies and debris. Clambering over the scorched ground beneath, using his Axe to assist his traversal. The destruction culminated in a mount, as ahead it appeared enough forces had taken note of his fall and momentary disappearance.

​A large swath of Drael had stopped in their step, likely convening upon his position due to the order of the Shaman's who likely noted the spike of anxiety in the Chieftain from afar. The titan stopped, the hand that held his waist fell to his wayside; revealing the black that oozed from his wounds - the coal black blood that dripped from his busted lower lip.

​Tathra's eyes observed the many that stood, a hundred or more observing him. Judgement. Immediately, he felt the thoughts of his kin - observing the use of his weapon as an aid for movement. Immediately, his composure threatened to crumble. Yet he could not allow it, his image, his strength must hold. The respect he had cultivated through battle after battle, it stood strong. He would not allow idle hands and meagre foot soldiers to undermine his will.

​Tathra straightened slowly, holding the Axe by his side now. His nostrils flared, teeth bared as the titan released a powerful roar - raising the massive weapon above his head, both pain and pride swelling to his heart. The strength of his mind was his true power, not to crumble under every small mistake.

​What followed was a chorus of eager followers, their faith renewed as the Chieftain leapt ahead - leading the charge deeper into the chasm. The Brothers were in full retreat, and a lone Theron was making a more to prove her valour by destroying the core of the Station.

​Tathra lead the majority of the forces, whilst Brute Officer Grosck would surround the station, establishing checkpoints in every hangar entrance as the Chieftain pressed the Brother's deeper into the Command Centre.

​However, unknown to the Chieftain -there lay yet another trap.

​| [member="Naramphra"] |​

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Naramphra jumped down from the hanging station. Her body landed with a harsh 'thud', then she stood to her full height. The core of the station was just beyond her. How proud she would make the Bryn'adul and most importantly, the Chieftain and other high figures.

"Place the bombs - set them for 30 standard minutes," she ordered her drones as they dispersed. The brothers had mostly abandoned the core, it seemed. A pity - she was having fun with them. They provided a good challenge, something that Naramphra could only find utmost enjoyable.

Her eyes scanned a large, metal door with a scanner. Picking up an already dead man. Perhaps killed by one of her drones, she pressed his face against the scanner as the doors opened to reveal a multitude of people. Several blasters began shooting at her, stinging her skin like a bad bug bite. She hissed, whipping her weapon and extending it, slicing the few men with blasters in half.

A few huddled workers in a corner sobbed. A quick glance towards them and she scowled. She chose to ignore them, for now. If they did not move, it did not matter. Her eyes scanned the control panels, her mind calculating what would need to be done. Perhaps if she overheated the core, too, it would provide a more excellent view from space.

Hm, sounded like a good idea. Pressing several buttons, she set up the core to overheat in about 30 minutes - to coincide with the bombs detonating. Indeed, it would be spectacular to watch from space.

[member="Tathra Khaeus"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​The Bryn'adûl forces pushed deeper into the station, quelling the stranglers that had remained behind. Deeper into the facility they pushed, the thicker the resistance grew.

​Tathra was temporarily separated from the main group of Bryn'adûl forces as a part of the Station collapsed - forcing the majority of the Bryn'adûl to continue on without their Chieftain whilst those who survived alongside him were inbound for a slog, every inch cost more lives. They were set upon from every set, a wounded Tathra was set upon by a large cyborg. The Commander caught Tathra off-guard, cracking him over the head with a large blunt object.

​Tathra hastened to his feet, quickly recovering from the strike as the cyborg leapt from his higher position - slamming down with a metal pipe in hand. Tathra side-stepped, scuttling his opponents defence and slashing at the Cyborgs neck as he bent down; avoiding the strike and pressing toward Tathra.

​He swung again with the pipe, aiming for Tathra's wounds. Tathra quickly spun his wrist, using the shaft of his Axe to push the pipe aside as his free hand pulled the Cyborg upward by the throat and slammed him down to the ground, cutting through the head of the Axe and slamming into the ground. Tathra moved to thrust the Axe toward his head, but the Cyborg deployed a blade from his left hand- cutting into Tathra's arm and using it to pull him closer as his other hand fired a rocket into his chest.

​Tathra was blown back, disarmed and thrown into a wall. The metal around him dented, the glass that contained the lighting systems shattered. Quickly the Cyborg closed the distance, Axe in hand and aimed for Tathra's neck. The Chieftain dashed at the Cyborg, allowing his Axe to cut into his shoulder as he grappled with the Cyborg, with a single punch staggering the ten foot man and allowing Tathra to follow up with a second strike - bashing him aside and twisting the Axe free from his remaining hand as the Cyborg drew his hidden blade again.

​His crouched stance was met with a kick, knocking him into the ground and two metres back. Tathra moves forward, knowing he has to close the distance quickly, maintain control of the fights momentum. He moves to strike the Cyborg, feinting and slamming the pommel of his Axe into the side of the Cyborgs head, using the strike to turn into a low stance, holding the Axe to his left and quickly following with another strike across the Cyborgs chest.

​The Cyborg dodged the slash, pushing in on Tathra's left side with two hidden blades ejected from either wrist. The Cyborg launches himself forward into a pronged lunge, the Chieftain responds, using the Long weapons shaft to keep the blades at bay - the station shakes, staggering both as Tathra is forced onto the back-foot, both hidden blades jutting out and over the shaft - digging into the pristine metal.

​This section of the Station is beginning to collapse, the entire hallway shudders, the echo of metal bending filling the station. Using the momentary lapse in tension, Tathra thrusts forward, throwing his opponent back several feet as he maintains a defensive stance - quickly accessing the damage as large chunks begin to fall and the ground begins to tear. The damage to the station is causing system failures, and the station is slowly beginning to tear itself apart - entering freefall.

​| [member="Naramphra"] |​

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

"Please relay to the Chieftain that the station shall be destroyed fully in the next 30 minutes," Naramphra spoke in hissed words to the nearest warrior. Bug-like eyes stared about the control panels as she took a step back, watching the sensors explode with warning after warning.

They had done good on this day. A smile formed at the edge of her lips as she pressed one talon into the systems, ensuring the stations demise as she twisted it back out. A few pangs of electricity through her proved only to exhilarate her further. With a longing sigh and the ever present twitch of her tail, she moved out of the room while grabbing hold of the wall to ensure her balance.

30 minutes should be plenty of time to evacuate the station. But the sudden jar from the ship itself seemed she had miscalculated the life expectancy of the ship as it began to enter free-fall to the world below. A growl as they moved quicker back to the hangar.

Her drones made it, but a tall wookie-cyborg monstrosity grabbed her by the neck, slinging her against a control panel nearby. Her large, and rather weight ridden body slammed into the durasteel wall. The crack of her body, bruises and burn marks from the electricity stung through her. She growled as he moved forward towards her, carefully getting back up on her two feet as she tried to shake off the pain.

She used her weapon to sling at the man, dashing at his enhanced body. Her blade ricocheting off and the evilest of grins from him. She prepared to pounce - this would require a closer attack.

[member="Tathra Khaeus"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​"Chieftain, the stations core has gone critical. We will stay with you for as long as we can!" The station waned under its own weight, the floor shaking violently as the Station spiralled downward into the abyss of space. Immediately, the Bryn'adûl ships moved to keep up with the station. The Cyborg was quick to his feet, moving fast to charge Tathra; whom was regaining his footing as the sudden freefall had destabilised the station's gravity.

​​"Everyone back to their ships..! Now!" ​Tathra barked back, his stance shifting as he moved to engage the Cyborg.

​The Cyborg was drawing closer now, indeed he was determined to die. His combat skills were unimpressive save for their brute force, yet his only reason for surviving this long was his cybernetics. Tathra could see just how little of what he once was remained, it was a kindness to call this abomination a living being. Tathra sneered with fiendish disgust, drawing the Cyborg closer, waiting to meet his enemies pace as they drew within a few feet of each other.

​Tathra spun the Axe in his left hand, a quick outward swing to the left as his body swerved; right elbow slamming into the Cyborgs chest. The Cyborg caught the elbow, drawing his wrist blades to attack as Tathra instinctively dropped his Axe - left hand intercepting the right blade and snapped it off effortlessly. Tathra then jammed the blade into the jaw of the Cyborg, kicking him backward and into the rubble as the windows shattered, the pressure of freefall tearing the ship apart.

"So weak." ​The giant taunted, calling his Axe to hand; moving to finish the wounded Cyborg. The ground between them tore, a massive supporting structure splitting in half as it swung down, Tathra instinctively ducked avoiding the spinning debris as the Cyborg fired up his thrusters, flying out of the cracks in the station as the massive hallway tore in two - throwing Tathra into the void of space. The station continued to fall as a single ship halted in its path, the Decimus Cruiser Tathra had arrived on releasing a swarm of smaller vessels to collect the Chieftain.

​| [member="Naramphra"] |​