Bryn'adûl | Derelict Station Dominion

[Primal Architect]

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​Purge the Impure Gods

In the depths of a relatively empty star system, two strange large mechanical objects have emerged from hyperspace. They have no discernible origin, no trail left as to guess where they came from. One thing can be certain however, this is no coincidence. The arrival of these technological constructions is but a sign of how engrossed the species of our Galaxy have become with technological feats. This is but a symptom of the weakness widespread throughout their coven.

It must be destroyed. But first, these derelict stations must be investigated. We must learn of their purpose in the Kessel Sector. Why have they arrived, inert and defenceless on the edge of our borders. What lies within? These constructs could very well hold an invasion force. The Bryn'adûl must have answers.

Time is critical to the success of our mission. We must assess all that we can, and destroy these machinations. It is imperative that we act efficiently and with great care - We cannot suffer a defeat at our own doorstep.

​Objective A - Station Alpha
​Upon closer inspection, the closer of the two stations appears damaged. We cannot determine the scale nor type of damage without further inspection. Following no immediate contact from the initial reconnaissance teams; You have been dispatched to Station Alpha to discern the nature of this stations damage as well as its contents. The threat these dormant vessels pose must be clarified so that the Bryn'adûl Navy may act accordingly.

​Objective B - Station Beta
​​​Shortly after Station Alpha had been infiltrated by our initial recon teams - Station Beta begun emitting a weak signal deep within the Station. It is urgent that you discover what this signal is, and determine its purpose. These ships may very well be the beginnings of an invasion fleet. This is an effort, we must thwart.

​Objective C - Technological Heresy
​​The discovery of these massive technological stations on the edge of our border is no doubt to cause disarray. Be vigilant, but also feel free to do your own thing in the wake of this interesting discovery.

 

[Bralor Azkaroth]

Post 1

Obejective: B

Bralor meditated within his Orkale Trasport doing simple breathing exercises. As he breathed the candle in front of him blazed, in and out with his breathing. It was an exercise in control, discipline and refinement. Bralor could of course create flame with much more intensity and damage, enough to wipe out a squad of enemies perhaps in a platoon. It was however more difficult to refine his skills, in order for there not to be collateral damage or even casualties among the Brynáduls own forces. Forces of Brutes that could easily be replaced like the drones they were, but nonetheless it was a wasteful use of resources.

Besides Bralor needed to hone his skills so that they could be used within confined spaces, such as the mission he was currently on. While infiltrating a spaceship it would be inconvenient to say the least were he to blow a hole in the side of the space station. Bralor snorted at the thought.

“My Lord Bralor” a Shaman tentatively asked trying to rouse his lord from his deep meditation. Bralor frowned in annoyance as he came back to reality his delicate control of the candle fluttering. “My lord we are approaching the second derelict station… I thought it best to alert you”

Bralors eyes snapped open and with a flick of his hand the tiny flickering flame turned into a torrent of fire engulfing the medaling wretch who had dared woke him. The other members of the crew flinched or froze in fear.

“Ï gave orders not to be disturbed” Bralor said in disgust “Did the fool not think that I knew we were on approach.”

Precious time preparing, concentrating wasted.

“Very well. Let us see what this mystery signal has to offer.”

@Tathtra Khaeus

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
​Post: 1
​Tags: [member="Bralor Azkaroth"] | [member="Hrealga Nacht"]

​Aboard the Conquester - Divine Brutality

​These Stations had blown past our listening posts, arriving on the edge of our territory with such ease that it stifled all immediate operations. Some where rattled, others held firm to their beliefs. Others, were strong. Tathra, was curious. He watched from the observation deck, studying the damaged Station from far off.

​Large crimson arms were folded across the brilliant grey-silver and gold armour that adorned his broad chest, it shimmered in the light - a mastercraft of Draelvasier craftsmanship. Yet even then, it served no greater purpose than that of its intent. His armour was but an extension of his physical defence, it did not substitute for abilities he lacked. It simply amplified.

​Opaque eyes looked down, past his grey gauntlets - down past the metal exterior of the Conquester, Tathra's eyes sat on the long gilded spines of the Errindak beneath. The beast was magnificent, almost beautiful. A creature's meaningless life uplifted into service. These mechanical constructions may have arrived on their doorstep by accident, but they were an offence nonetheless.

​In such a time as this, it was important that he was seen among his people. To destroy this technological threat, perhaps would ensure the loyalty of those who might have once considered joining the Heretics. Releasing his arms, Tathra gestured for the two Adjudicators to follow, leaving the Observation deck.

​"Call to the Dreddikkast Beast." ​Tathra ordered, allowing the Adjudicators to deliver the message.

​This would be a test for the Cadaver, Bralor as well. Tathra was curious as to how his skills had progress, no doubt Bralor was a proficient combatant. But, to truly achieve the rank of Marauder; he would require leadership proficiency as well.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

​Objective B - Station Beta

post 1

The time was passing, looking at where she had ended up she wasn't surprised that she'd be forced to follow someone else's orders again, she did not want to have a middle man, but guessed since she wasn't exactly some hotshot marauder or drone commander, she couldn't exactly do as she pleased, but she was certain that with some extra work she'd get there. Enoguh effort and bloodshed could push her a few sports upwards on he ladder of society and that was all she needed, but for now, she was stuck on one of the orkale transports, waiting for them to land on what she'd been described as abominations of technological nature.

Knowing fully well that their objective was most likely more of an invetigation than an outright slaughterfest, Hraelga settled down with the knowledge that this might actually be a mission perfectly up her alley. "How are the others doing, it seems the transport is going smoothly," It was quiet, surprisingly this was more likely able to frighten her than the typical sounds of war and conquest. "Still...having to listen to a marauders orders...I don't like it, but than again...if they are following the Creator's will, I have no qualms working for them."

Finally the approach was made and every transport was closing in to the mysterious stations and as the descent was being made, The slender Draelvasier simply started tapping her clawlike fingers upon her arms as she crossed them and awaited to her the signal to start disembarking.

 

[Bralor Azkaroth]

Objective B
Post 2

Bralor gathered his thoughts as he analyzed the space station. Other than the signal there didn’t seem to be anything mechanically wrong with the derelict ruins. Bralor found that fact to be curious perhaps even making him weary. Just because there didn’t appear to be any immediate threat didn’t mean that there wasn’t any.

Bralor glanced at Hraelga among his forces Bralor frowned in minor annoyance he was used to instilling fear and obedience in fellow Draelvasier. The positions of Bralor and Hraelga was that Bralor was nominally in charge, but Bralor knew that Hraelga had or atleasst could have a position of prominence within the Brynádul expanding empire.

After all Bralor and Chieftain Tathra couldn’t be everywhere at once to oversee the Empire in all it’s glory. They would need efficient commanders and leaders in crucial and vital roles. Bralor snorted. In point of fact they’d need bureacrats in less central roles as well.

Hraelga had the potential for the former, but even if she didn’t meet those standards a role could still be found for her. As such Bralor supposed it would be wasteful to try to instill too much fear into an incipient commander.

“First team disembark, reconnaissance and report, do not enter the central station beyond the entry bay. Hraelga you're in command of the first squad.”

The Orkale obeyed the commands and it’s gut opened to release the Draelvesier inside. From most species perspective, the process of revealing its internal organs was fairly disgusting. It would disorient most enemy species.

@Tathra Kheaus @Hraelga Nacht

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
Post: 2

​Conquester - Hangar Bay

​When Tathra arrived in the docking bay, the Dreddikkast was mooring into the hangar - using its many clawed arms to draw itself into a secure position within the dock, rearing low and careful not to damage any of the vessels within the docking bay. The creature pulled back its spinal arms, arms retracting in length as its knotted muscles rolled over one and other; reducing the great beasts width by nearly half as it brought its torso low - submissive to its Master.

​Tathra dismissed the Adjudicators, the Titans steps were evenly paced, greeting the magnificent Dreddikkast with his hand - his fingers grazing over its snout, around its carapace angular cheek as he moved to clamber onto his saddle. Tathra grasped at the reigns of the beast, thrown back by the momentum of the beast as it ejected itself from the hangar. The Dreddikkast launched outward, darting through the open space above the vessels below still charting a course toward the Damaged Station.

​Tathra slid up, relaxed as the beast danced threw the open abyss. The empty coldness was threatening, but equally merciless. Opaque eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the countless systems beyond his reach. A grin extended over the red features of Tathra.

​Soon they would be.

​When the Dreddikkast drew near to the damaged Vessel, Tathra's eyes flickered between vision modes. Regardless of the type of light he choose to observe the Station in, he could not decipher much more than the Scouts had previously determined. It was defunct, or at least- choose to appear that way. The Dreddikkast waited, feeling its Drael masters hesitation as the dead unknown floated in front of them. To Tathra, this was a device of the enemy - the ultimate enemy.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective B - Station Beta

post 2

Hraelga was quite calm, awaiting the moment they'd disembark. Having her Volrath squad with her was one heck of a support to her, given they were all zealots with repute, hunters who followed orders to the letter and were efficient enough to do practically any mission with little to no issues or divergences of plans. For a moment, her eyes wandered towards Bralor, noticing that he seemed slightly nervous...or was it annoyed? It didn't matter really, she was just there to do as she was told and get the job done, which was ofcourse her strong suit: getting jobs done which others usually couldn't fulfill.

When the order came down to get down, Hraelga's Volrath squad was chosen by the Marauder Bralor to do the reconnaiscance of the area, so without wasting any time, she and her squadmembers, all of similar size and all of similar frame to herself dropped down and rushed towards the entrance. "Allright, three of you...go check the right, the others come with me and secure the left of the entrance," Just making sure nothing hostile was waiting for them was the priority of the reconnaiscance team after all. "For now seems to be fine, Marauder Bralor, We'll go in deeper as per your orders."

Motioning the other squadmembers, Hraelga pushed on, checking each and every vehicle within the hangar before relaying that there were several exits that most likely lead into the innards of the station. Giver Bralor was the one in charge of this operation, she simply awaited what he'd be choosing to do when getting that information.

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Bralor Azkaroth"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
​Post: 3

​Station Alpha

The arrival of these stations was yet another show of vulnerability for the Bryn'adûl. First the Heretics, and now these. Simply monstrosities of another nature. Tathra pulled at the reigns, and the Dreddikkast pulled itself into the damaged portion of the ship. ​Its massive limbed form once again twisting and pulling its limbs into a ribbed combination as it filtered its way into the broken ship.

​Drawing deeper into the damaged ship, Tathra disembarked from the Dreddikkast - noting that the facility had maintained life support even in its damaged state. It appeared as though the exposed section carried on for a mile. However there were no lights, no activity Simply, manufacturing tools. Machines crafting machines. It was a factory. A gigantic factory. Tathra raised his gauntlet, activating his communications unit.

​"Have the vessels set down on the lower manufacturing platform. It appears stable." ​Tathra designated a larger lower platform around fifty metres below his position. Ahead of him, where some cranes and a selection of what appeared to be inactive droids.

​Tathra moved to the left, slowly pacing ahead of the droids. Looking at them from the front on. Tathra observed the inanimate silhouettes as they hung limp from the crane. The titan could not understand the morality of a Human, of this Galaxy. A fundamental quality of strength is to fight for what you believe. What are you, when you let soulless machines do it for you.

​The urge to trash this Strange station was almost impossible to ignore. Yet, they had more important matters to attend to.

 

[Bralor Azkaroth]

Objective B
Post 3

Bralor noted with satisfaction as Hraelga completed his orders with efficiency and professionalism. A true soldier who followed orders obediently and succinctly. Bralor made a note of commendation that Hraelga was performing her tasks admirably. He would have to monitor her more closely to see where else she may be of use.

Bralor received Hraelga’s report and considered sending her and her team further ahead to scout and further establish a beachhead. Then he reconsidered it, it would over extend his forces with no clear way of reinforcement, if there was a threat, Hraelga’s forces could be isolated and cut off, or just be too far away for logistical support.

“Not yet Zealot Major, set up a perimeter while I set up a forward command station”

Bralor gestured to his own forces.

“Land there in the center of the Hangar bay, set up a forward operational command bay”

Bralors forces obeyed without question. Quickly setting up a command from which Bralor could operate their forces.

“Scan the ships interior for layout and lifesigns. Use a worm to get the ships schematics and ship logs.”

Bralor looked around as his forces carried out his orders. Content that they were doing what was required of them, Bralor turned to Zealot Major Hraelga.

“Lead a search party of the ship, find their bridge or storage bay whichever is closer and send back a report of what you find"

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective B - Station Beta

post 3

Hraelga saluted as the Marauder complimented her effort, well not that it was that much of a hassle to check out a single hangar bay, but the appreciation for one's skills was never a bad thing. The bryn'adûl after all worshipped the idea of having great skill and competence. She herself had to admit that Bralor wasn't bad as a leader either, he seemed to be sharp and of quick wit, surmising that putting up a forward base of operations would be the best decision when taking into account the size of the station and the assortment of unknown varieties and issues which could plague a thourough check of the place.

While she was waiting for her next order, Hraelga regrouped the Volrath squad, only to have one of them motion her to come to him. Upon arriving to her subordonateslocation, he pointed out something slumped in one of the hangar bay's corners. A droid, a mechanical clunker seemingly powered down and no longer active, but still a rather terrifying sight. Turning to Bralor, she wondered if the ones in charge of the mapping and scanning of the station could verify something for her. "Does anyone have any information on the activity of these clunkers?" Ofcourse she asked this to the members using the Zharen worms, motioning Marauder Bralor that this might indeed be valuable information if she was to find the bridge of this station. "If any of these clunkers are still active within the station and we go in blindly, we might be at a disadvantage. If we might at least be able to figure out where there might be some clusters of active clunkers it might save us the time of being surprised at every turn."

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Bralor Azkaroth"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
Post: 4

​Station Alpha

​Tathra raised his gauntlet, speaking into the communication stone with the intent to contact the Divine Brutality. However, it appeared as though the signal was reflected by the ship. No signal in or out. Now their inability to scan the Stations was beginning to make sense. The air was dense up here, filled with a miasma of humming sounds and dull faded blues that stretched upward in the mechanical complexities of the ship. It was miles long. Strange, such effort so foolishly wasted.

​Tathra moved from the higher platform, dropping down onto the lower platform. Tathra was accompanied by four Brute Teams and Captain Galak. A tall, thick-headed but loyal Brute. ​"Captain, our communication with the Conquester and Beta Team has been cut off. Have we found an entrance?"

​Sire, my Drael have found an munitions shaft. It appears it was used for the delivery of power cells. Two of my Brutes are opening the adjacent shaft doorway now."

​"Good. Find a maintenance panel, and use the Zharen to download a schematic of the Station if there is one." ​Tathra ordered, moving away from Galak as he bowed - his focus was on the munitions shaft. Tathra hunched over, bending the metal as he forced his way into the shaft; clambering down and landing with a thump behind the two Brutes.

​"Move." ​Tathra whispered, waiting as both shuffled aside. Tathra extended both hands, grasping the shaft door and forcing it open.

 

[Bralor Azkaroth]

Objective B
Post 4

Bralor had turned his attention to the use of Zharen worms trying to access the ships electronic. The Zharen were an amazing creation they burrowed through the mechanical and electronic machines, both hardware and software, allowing the Draelvasier access to the unnatural technology of other heathens. They were further proof of the Brynáduls power and abilities to overcome their enemies. With them they gained valuable intelligence and information crucial in any war.

Bralor acknowleged the logic of Hraelga concern of coming across any activated droids or defence system. Bralor had assumed the Zharen worms would be able to access such information and had planned on informing Hraelga if it became relevant. It was vital that Bralors forces established control of key areas of the station as quickly as possible. Once they had a firm grasp of the stations essential operations they could expand and search with imputiny.

Still it was also important not to rush into any potential danger while they did so. One of the key failings of commanders in war was to be unprepared or have a lack of important information. At worst it could lead to an ambush at best a waste of resources.

Bralor gestured at the team utilizing the Zharens.

“Check to see if there are any activated security drooids or defense systems that could become a hindrance”

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
​Post: 5

​​Station Alpha - Droid Factory

​The metal cried, forced against the defunct motors as Tathra forced the doors aside. Outside of the munitions shaft was what appeared to be a vast corridor filled with many cranes, nearly each holding a dozen or more strange droids. Tathra's opaque eyes darted to each of the hesitant Brutes. Of course, he would have to enter first.

​"Get Galak and the rest of your Teams down here." ​The titan spoke with calm confidence, portraying a steely sureness he did not possess. His movements were cautious, slow footsteps as the colossal titan approached the lifeless metallic droids. Their form was strange, unlike the droids of Confederate making or any other he could think of.

​Their curved natural forms appeared to intend to portray something more natural than a lifeless shell could be. They were fake, no matter how they looked. All the Bryn'adûl would ever see was excess of technology. A thud came from the munitions shaft, the Brutes made for poor climbers. Twenty Brutes in total, began filtering into the wide and expansive corridor, all seemingly disgusted by the droids. One spat, another poked at one with the barrel of its gun.

​Above, the Zharen began downloading the schematic, transferring it directly to the communication stones of the Alpha Station team. However, in the process of attempting to bypass the damaged ships defences - they activated them. The damaged systems gave a false positive, and began revitalising its defences.

​Blue lights exploded with life across the corridor, large bulbous central cores of droids flickering active. The door behind them, shut

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective B - Station Beta

post 4

The station was quite impressive to Hraelga's opinion, even though she did follow and adhere to the tennets of the Bryn'adûl, she couldn't completely disregard the fact that whoever or whatever was responsible for building such enormous stations had quite the skill to design such mechanical monstrocities. As she was contemplating this, a few of Bralor's men had been working with the Zahren worms to check out the schematics of the station by implating and connecting the worm to the exit of the hangar bay Hraelga and her squad were currently keeping up the perimeter, making sure nothing beyond their current base of operations would cause any surprise or discomfort for them.

It was at that point that one of the brutes using the worms made a sound of confusion, followed by a bleeping sound ressonating through the entire hangar bay. "What is that, what did you guys do?" The Zealot looked at the ones working with the worms, only to see them nod and frantically trying to figure out what was causing the noise as well. Hraelga in the meantime pointed out to her team that a few lights suddenly seemed to be blinking within the darkness beyond the exit they were guarding. "You and you, check those out, but be careful, we don't know what might've caused this issue."

Suddenly, the solid durasteel doors slammed shut behind her, cutting her and her team off from the rest of Bralor's forces. Annoyed by this change of scenery, the slender Baedurin looked at her other squadmembers and shrugged for a moment. "We have our orders, we'll continue the sweep, no doubt Marauder Bralor will find a way to fix this." With that reassurance in mind, The Volrath squad moved towards the blinking lights they had noticed earlier, which upon closer inspection seemed to be a line of warning lights and seemingly reserve lighting in a corridor leading into a large space with all kinds of machinery and a bunch of deactivated clunkers. "Check to see if any of these guys are still active, if it moves, spike the damn things. Radec, go check that com-panel and see if you can figure out how it works, you're the only one who has a Zahren worm after all."

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Bralor Azkaroth"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
​Post: 6

​Station Alpha - Droid Corridor

Tathra growled low, dashing backward as one of the droids lurched forward from its crane. ​Tathra's left arm instinctively moved to grasp the hilt of his Axe, meaning to take it from his back. Instead, his arm was grasped by another droid from behind - pulling at his arm as it reached behind his back. He'd forgotten momentarily about the crane behind him.

​Another droid grasped at his face, its metal fingers digging into his cheek, trying to force a closed fist as it dug into the side of his eye. The titan growled, lurching as he threw himself back, slamming the droid on his back up against the crane - ripping it from its hinges and crushing the droid on his back. The other on his arm, flung forward and crashing into the ground - bent and misshapen.

​The Brutes were also engaged. Some grasping at them, other Droids that weren't as damaged as others opening fire with their Spikers. The Spikes melted into the droids, obliterating their systems. Tathra was finally free enough to pull his Axe from his back, in a wide swing carving through droid after droid. Their blasters scorched his skin and armour, but it was little more than a nuisance.

​Dashing to the right, Tathra swung wide with his Axe - carving through a trio and catching another few with the sheer power of the Axe's shaft bulldozing through them. Above, Captain Galak found himself and his half of the Brutes in a similar issue. They had greater distance to work with, but droids were coming from all sides. Luckily the Dreddikkast did not sit idle, flying downward and crushing many of the droids with her massive limbs.

 

[Bralor Azkaroth]

Objective B
Post 5

Bralor glanced in alarm as the decadent machines started making their annoying beeping sound. The kind that were used to signal an emergency. Not unlike the signal they had tarced to the station itself.

Bralor cast an angry glance at the Zealots who were using the Zharen worms.

“What happened? What have you fools done?”

The Zealots glanced in fear at their commander, knowing that his wrath was not to be taken lightly. Unfortunately for them they had no idea what just happened. Bralor was about to bark another command at them when the situation became worst. The durasteel doors slammed shut with Hraelga and her team stuck behind it.

Bralor growled in aggravation, made a furious gesture at the working Zealots.

“Get those doors open now!”

Bralor considered the situation. Whatever was happening to the station it was turning on its system, his forces were cut off from Hraelga’s he didn’t know how many of her forces or even if she herself were in danger or indeed dead. Bralo growled again he’d had enough of this cursed technology, if his forces could hack open the doors he’d just have to crack them open himself instead. Bralor gathered his power to him, the Cosmic energy of the universe, it came to him in a rush as he prepared to unleash it against the door. Which was right when all hell broke loose.

A blast came out of nowhere narrowly missing Bralor and striking a Zealot nearby. Bralor reacted and turned to the blast too find a dozen droids advancing on his position. Bralor used the energy he’d gathered and sent a wave of it at the offending machines.

“To Battle! Gather around the forward command station! Establish a defensive position and prepare for a counter attack!

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective B - Station Beta

Post 5

-Clanking the Clunkers-​

​

While Bralor was having issues of his own, Hraelga's squad wasn't having any luck either. As soon as Radec had managed to connect his Zahren worm to the control panel and was trying to figure out how he could maintain a com link to the rest of the forces from which they had been cut off, a whizzing noise distracted him for a moment. Hraelga who had also heard the sound alongside the rest of the team, focused her attention on this new development. Without warning, a shot was fired and one of her Zaelot squadmembers instinctively ducked to the side. "What did I tell you, if it moves, kill it!"

Though she wore no weapons like the rest of her team, Hraelga used her spindly, long legs to propel herself forwards to the shuddering machine which seemed to instinctively react to her movement by moving the only fully functional arm it had upwards. The loud sound of her carapace claws ramming and piercing through the metal and wire out of which the clunker's frame consisted resonated through the facility. Yet somehow the damn thing stillmoved and annoyingly it managed to let out some sparks and a misfiring blaster bolt, though she managed to get out of the droid's firing path by swinging herself around it, the blast did land near the com panel and only missed Radec by a hair. "My bad," She calmly explained, using her momentum to snag the droid's head and sever it from the frame, effectively turning it into a walking heap of scrap. "There's got to be more of them moving, sweep this place...if one like this is barely functional I don't want to know what a fully functional clunker could do."

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Bralor Azkaroth"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
​Post: 7

​Tathra swung around, cleaving his Hraelk Axe through one of the droids. Kicking another as his right hand dug into the side of a third, ripping a mixture of wires and metal coils out from its side, flinging it into three others. Droids, machines. Pathetic lifeforms.

​"What are these lifeless machines compared to the might of the Bryn'adûl? They are NOTHING. DESTROY THEM ALL!" ​Tathra screamed from the bottom of his stomach, urging the Brutes to fight harder as he turned - carving his way through cranes and droid alike.

​Tathra threw his Axe, spinning and cleaving through Droid after Droid - immediately calling the weapon back to himself as another approach. He held his Axe close, making quick and close cuts as he struck at its hand first - disabling its blaster as he brought the length of the shaft under his right arm, stabbing forward in a jutting motion into the face of the droid and its large bulbous eye - seemingly destroying it.

​Tathra turned on his heel to the sound of a gargled scream, the Brutes were being swarmed by the Droids. Tathra dashed back toward them at full speed, each leap carrying him a metre and a half closer to them. Tathra slashed madly at the Drones with their backs turned. Carving through them to reach his men.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective B - Station Beta

Post 6

-Clanking the Clunkers pt 2-

With the droid which had alerted them finally down, Hraelga wasn't eager to find out if there were others that had been activated, but as they still had not managed to contact Bralor and his forces, they had no other option than to continue with the sweep and figure out what to do next. "Radec, while you're at it, could you get me the schematics of this place, we need to figure out the best way to eliminate all potential threats in this place without overexerting ourselves too much."

The Zealot Minor simply nodded and continued his work, all the while the rest of the Volrath squad decided to walk through the massive, machinefilled space in pairs, with Hraelga going at it on her own. Each of them had to sweep a corridor in between the large machinery, finding and exterminating any possible activated droids before they'd become a danger to their mission. The sounds of spikes penetrating metal, wires and frames being cut up ressonated loudly through the massive space, indicating that there had already been a few encounters. "Radec!!" Hraelga exclaimed the zealot's name loudly to get his attention, all the while stomping down one of her spindly legs upon a barely active droid's head, crushing it underneath with great force. "I think we're almost done here, you have anything for me?"

An audible sigh could be heard from the Zealot's direction. "I got a partial schematic, showing a few more large spaces beyond this one, but its lacking detail on what to expect. No comm with Marauder Bralor's forces yet, though."

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Bralor Azkaroth"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
​Post: 8

​Station Alpha - Droid Corridor

​The Brutes fought back with equal ferocity, using their raw strength to overpower the droids - pushing back their menial horde as Tathra tore into the back. In the back of the corridor, larger droids were deployed; a head taller than the Brutes themselves. Each with pronged large blades with extended plasma filament blades on either side. Using in-built thrusters the two larger Droids shot themselves towards Tathra and his accompanying Brutes at high speed.

​Sire! More behind you! ​One of the Brutes called, pointing to the two larger defence droids as they sped towards Tathra.

​The titan paused, anchoring around his weighted form as one of the Defender droids' blades clashed with the shaft of his Axe. Tathra raised his Axe, pushing the blade away as he slid his left hand into a reverse grip, pushing the Defender droids blade away as he thrust the Axe head into its face - carving through large chunks of its heavily plated torso and causing it to stagger backward. The other moved stabbed into Tathra's midsection with its left blade, digging into his hip.

​The Chieftain snarled, releasing the Axe into his left hand, twirling at the wrist and dismembering the Defender droid at the forearm. His right arm went down, tearing the limp arm from his wound and kicking the defender back. The other Defender missing half its face activated its thrusters, tackling Tathra.