Dominion Bryn'adûl | Dominion of Baros

[Rocho]

Location: Rushing Osam
Objective: A
Allies: The Deep Space Coalition, Trymar Caelnos
Enemies: The Byrn'adul. Hraelga Nacht Osam

Rocho saw so an absolute mass of fire heading his way as he released the debris, having to step back and bringing up his g-11-shield-gauntlet while backing up and taking up as little space as possible, the shield however did little to defend against the kinetic weaponry that the Byrn'adul were using, which instead ripped through one cutting into the side of his arm before he could fully back up far enough beyond the edge. He snarled feeling the injury, those weapons were powerful. He wasn't seriously hurt, in fact he imagined the wound would be all gone in maybe a day. But had he been an unprotected human, such a hit could have been devastating with the raw power it had behind it.

This was going to be interesting. Alright, it was time to attempt something else. He couldn't get to the edge long enough to fire with the sniper rifle anymore. They were too persistent and there was too many of them for him to risk sitting still for that long. He was going to have too go for them instead. It was time to take the aggressive route. He set the sniper down sending its coordinates to his ship. He realized too that bringing the Tempest would be too much weight. So he loaded in one more and sent another Thermal detonator out towards the lower areas of the nearby buildings, he was pretty sure he knew which ones they went into. The problem was if they hid far enough back or saw it coming they might have the time to get out of the way before the detonator got to them. Then he ran for it, he rushed to the edge of the building taking The Beast in his hands ready to use it do defend as best he could, and leapt, a huge leap that took him not down towards the ground with only horizontal distance. But sent him flying overhead until he rammed through the windows of one of the adjacent buildings.

He searched through the force to locate the Byrn'Adul, and again rushed out of the building, leaping through another window and into the next. He grabbed one of the thermal detonators attached to the straps, activated it, and then leapt out the building again, sending the detonator hurling quickly towards where he sensed a group was intending to take them by surprise. His landing on the ground would be immediately followed by him taking his lightsaber axe and rushing the next group of them he saw, he did not roar or give warning. If they were distracted, that'd be a shame. He was not as big as some of the Byrn were. He was 2.1 meters, 6'11". Slightly a foot under Hraelga, and two under Osam. But his strength was not equivalent to his height, in matters of raw power Rocho stood well up to beings much greater size then he was. It was time to battle.

Equipment:
heklerkok-amr-1-anti-materiel-rifle Waiting on building. (extra ammunition in a bag, 12.7mmx108mm Slugs (Armor-Piercing,Incendiary and Explosive)
heklerkok-tdl-1-tempest Waiting on building (Can be strapped to back, extra thermal detonators on straps still available.)
heklerkok-double-barrel-shotgun-dbs (armed with slug shot holstered at his right side. Extra ammunition on belt and legs.)
t-7-vibro-brace ( left arm.)
g-11-shield-gauntlet ( right arm)
Hekler'Kok LA-2 Light Armor (Isn't wearing shoes, helmet, or gloves.)
The Beast: (worn on his left.)

 

[Osam]

Objective A: Seize the City
Post 3

The shrapnel which had burrowed firmly into the back of the drone, in an act of irony, now halted the worsening of the injury. The thick chunks of duracrete and other building material along with whatever frags had been kicked up by the thermal detonator had embedded themselves into the flesh of the afflicted drone, holding in the vital blood which kept him alive with their presence. Given even a minor degree of medical attention, it was quite likely that the wounds would be survivable, but for a Sraelvun, even a minor degree of medical attention might be a challenge. In the stead of more professional healers, the drone major simply rolled the wounded drone onto his stomach so that the shrapnel bits would not press further into his body, and informed him to remain still.

Osam had a non-empathetic reason to guarantee the survival of the Sraelvun. He was a drone major, put into effective command of a small band of Sraelvun warriors, and the fewer of those that returned from conflict, the worse his performance would be rated. If he failed entirely in returning any members of the squadron, no doubt he would be punished for ineffective leadership and receive a demotion to the grave. As if conjured entirely by the anxieties of the major, there was a sudden arrival within the structure of a Baedurin female.

Rapidly, the drone major arose from his crouched position, pausing in his analysis of downed Sraelvun so that he could give the superior all of the attention she desired. Her interrogative seemed to focus primarily upon the location of the enemy using the explosives, and Osam, being the highest-ranking member of his group deigned to speak on their behalf. "Yes. Enemy found, far above. We shoot to pin, but range makes killing hard." He didn't bother mentioning that the squad's assigned grenadier had been cooked by one of the thermal detonators, and though the writhing mass of the nearby Sraelvun was visibly evident, he made no notion of discussing his injuries either. It was the place of the Sraelvun to fight and to die, after all, and no doubt the Baedurin would not care for their troubles beyond the strategic implications.

Casting a glance out through a slot in the wall, Osam observed the other half of his squad, still pouring out fire, managing to observe them a moment before another thermal detonator washed their building walls with flames, forcing them to back off and cease their shooting. It was difficult to tell whether or not any of them had been seriously wounded by the explosion from within the structure, but at the least, they weren't firing upon the target anymore, likely awaiting orders before returning to their obviously endangered firing positions.

Deep within the mind of the Sraelvun major lay less professional thoughts. The Baedurin female was observed closely, attempts at distinguishing her merits were made from the analysis of her equipment. He was curious as to whether or not she would survive the engagement, and whether her body would be quickly discovered if she were to perish... it was rumored among the members of Osam's tribe that the flesh of a Baedurin warrior was a delicacy, the musculature harsh and difficult to tear, but concealing a juicy marrow within the bones.

The thoughts of the Sraelvun were interrupted by the encroachment of steps, and once more, the tactical portions of his mind were awakened. "Back from door. Enemy comes to us." He shouted mere moments before the lizard-like sapient burst into being before them wielding an unfamiliar melee weapon. Osam, taking a position directly behind one of his lesser drones raised his weapon and fired.

Rocho | Hraelga Nacht

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective: Seize the city
Equipment: Au naturel
Post Count: 5
Tags: Rocho | Osam | Tathra Khaeus

While the battle was still raging all around them, Hraelga awaited a response to her questions, her eyes glancing around at the drones trying to create some suppressing fire in order to lower the risk of having another batch of those thermal detonators ripping through their ranks. While she listened calmly to this Drone major explaining the situation, the female Baedurin Marauder looked at the drone squirming and writhing on the ground, shrapneland debris obviously lodged in painful fashion into its flesh and skin, for a moment her hand reached for her lower abdomen, where she'd been pierced by a shard of metal through both her natural carapace and her flesh as well, knowing all too well what the drone was going through.

Walking over at two of the drones still trying to set up their defenses and take cover, the Marauder commandeered their standard issue Wendigo Spikers and looked at Osam while tilting her head to the side for a bit. The structure around them seemed sound, but another shockwave coming from an explosion thew up alot of rubble and debris, making it hard for Hraelga to concentrate on everything which was transpiring around her. She could hear the Drone Major comment on the fact that the enemy was above them and that it was at a distance slightly out of reach for an efficient retaliation through the use of firearms. Well...that's what she got from the drone's subpar ability to speak full sentences, they were abit 'less developed' after all.

Letting out a sigh and clacking her tongue, the marauder suddenly glared at the dronemajor when she could see the greedy hunger within the drone's eyes, raising the confiscated spiker right to Osam 's face. "You're always welcome to try and have a bite," The marauder scoffed at the drone's cannibalistic penchant, though found it to be rather amusing that this one would think he'd even be able to get a single teeth sinking into her carapace, let alone the flesh underneath. However, not willing to cause another issue with a fellow member of the Bryn'adûl crusade again, she lowered the spiker and let out a dry chuckle. "Perhaps you should expand your taste a bit, a target capable of causing so much havoc to our troops must be more than soothing and satisfying to your taste, no?"

Before any answer could be given though, Hraelga could hear the drone mention the sudden arrival of their aggressor, instantly followed by Rocho revealing himself ready to shed some drael blood. With her instincts kicking in, the Marauder used her spindly legs to jump upwards onto the crumbling wall surrounding the squad, easily leaping over twice her own height thanks to her well-build legs, at which point she started firing the superheated spikes at the lizardlike person with full vigor. "Guess there's meat on the menu, boys!!"

 

[Galak]

Objective: B
Post: Three
Allies: Fomoris | Hraelga Nacht | Osam
Equipment: RAW, Barad Operations Armour, Bryn Shot

Galak was staggered by the repeated blasts as his Brutes joined him, first was Fomoris - savage and unrelenting as he carved through the enemy Forces. The Brutes in toe were quick to join him, overwhelming the flanking forces with a barrage of Spike rounds into their flesh. Galak watched as one round entered a mans face, splintered his skull as his eye was squished and boiled as he fell limp to the floor.

The General pushed himself to his feet, grabbing his RAW as he did - staggering to his feet as he pushed to the front of his brethren; opening fire with a hail of Spike rounds on the enemy position, forcing them into cover. The Brutes capitalised on that advantage, rushing across the small distance toward the hiding enemies, overwhelming their position. Their blasters were nothing but short-lived stings and faint scorches on skin and armour, their weapons were pathetic. Their efforts, as meaningless as their plight.

The General stabbed the end of the RAW into the final soldier, ripping up through his stomach, shattering his ribs and for some finality, pinning him to the wall with Spiker rounds.

"Keep moving, we need to get up to that Flak Turret!" The General shouted back to his Warriors, they all knew it was going to be an uphill fight. Every corner was defended.

But that Flak Turret was going offline one way or another.

 

[Rocho]

Location: Rushing Osam and Hraelga Nacht
Objective: A
Allies: The Deep Space Coalition, Trymar Caelnos
Enemies: The Byrn'adul. Hraelga Nacht Osam

Osam was the first to fire at the quickly approaching Trandoshan, the Axe came up as he did so, using the flat side of the weapon to deflect the bolt off to the side. The disadvantage of the Axe in distance was that when compared with a traditional lightsaber it didn't have the same level of accuracy when deflecting, forcing Rocho to simply divert the oncoming attacks to the side or at angles rather then being sure of where it was going most of the time. He felt the kick behind the weapon, but continued onwards. Hraelga Nacht drew his attention quickly as she leapt up and also began firing. Again he took advantage of the broad side of The Beast to deflect them. Their firing was very powerful, but not as fast as some things he'd had to deal with in the past. And there was the advantage of the weapon, since it held more inertia then a traditional lightsaber and he had a lot more strength then most, he was able to deflect the powerful blows. Though, it was quite clear to him that if he error'd he could become seriously injured. And he knew that if he wasn't using the force to increase his body's ability, the jolt of the weapons could potentially just ram his axe right back into him.

"Let us do battle!" he challenged, and in a swift moment the Trandoshan took off two more thermal detonators activating them both and sending them rushing towards the group as he let out a roaring laugh, "A target worthy of being hunted!"

By the power of their weapons, and the size and speed of their bodies, it was clear these beings would make for excellent challenge to him. Though he had surely done well up in his loft, the real challenge would be to face them up close where their numbers were greater than his own and where he had to close in on them from that mid-range which was always his weakest moment. However that distance was closing very fast and in moments he'd be upon them, intending on using the detonators to force them out of their positions. He was beginning to get to less of them, closer to 15 left. He'd have to keep track and not waste them. But it was hard to battle creatures in such incredible numbers with such durable armor on them without reverting to either the sniping weaponry or the thermal detonators.

heklerkok-amr-1-anti-materiel-rifle Waiting on building. (extra ammunition in a bag, 12.7mmx108mm Slugs (Armor-Piercing,Incendiary and Explosive)
heklerkok-tdl-1-tempest Waiting on building (Can be strapped to back, extra thermal detonators on straps still available.)
heklerkok-double-barrel-shotgun-dbs (armed with slug shot holstered at his right side. Extra ammunition on belt and legs.)
t-7-vibro-brace ( left arm.)
g-11-shield-gauntlet ( right arm)
Hekler'Kok LA-2 Light Armor (Isn't wearing shoes, helmet, or gloves.)
The Beast: (worn on his left.)

 

[Fomoris]

Objective B
Post 3
Allies: Galak Hraelga Nacht Osam

Throwing forward his shoulder, Fomoris hurled himself into a great roll, his momentum hurling aside the foe in a great wrecking ball of flesh. Even the floor supporting them groaned with sympathy as his great weight came crashing down in it’s entirety upon one of the soldiers, the crack of his ribcage feeling like a mere branch brushing against the Brute.

Seeing the foe rush into cover brought forth a combined feeling of satisfaction and disgust tot the Baedurin’s fanged maw. To see prey flee like vermin from the site of a predators kill was only natural, but with their combined force they would have been able to potentially bring down at least some of their invaders, making the ultimately futile task of attempting to resist them at least somewhat more likely for any other defensive forces that the Bryn'adûl may face.

Lowering the his Bryn Shot, he began to pile explosive rounds into their cover, forcing them with the choice of manning their steadily degrading cover or being shot in the back like the pitiful weaklings they were

It mattered not to Fomoris who continued his rate of fire, advancing steadily.

 

[Galak]

Objective: B
Post: Three
Allies: Osam | Hraelga Nacht | Fomoris
Equipment: RAW, Barad Operations Armour, Bryn Shot

As per usual, the Brute Warriors of the 10th Regiment excelled in combat - pushing up through the long corridors and toward a large wide-set staircase. Galak called the Brute Heavies to his side, who deployed their compact Shields, large defensive circular shields that were attached to their RAW rifles. They sprayed down the enemy as Fomoris and the other Brute Grenadiers opened fire on the enemy position with their Bryn Shots.

The General shot over the Heavies defences, lobbing a Impact Grenade into the den a few had been hiding in. One tried to run, but was caught in the explosive adhesive, the other two suffocated whilst the third's organs were crushed by the cement-like adhesive. Slowly but surely, they pushed forward. Galak pushed on ahead, leaping into one of their make shift defensive areas. The Brute threw his Glaive like a Javelin, pinning one man to the wall whilst he littered the others with Spike rounds.

He headbutted another, and flung him into the floor like a limp infant. Up ahead was a large open room with elevators that'd bring them closer to the Flak Turret, two adjacent staircases lead to a raised platform where the Elevators were alongside a well dug-in enemy defence. They even had a smaller blaster turret at the top of the raised platform. One soldier rose from cover with a Sniper rifle, firing off a single shot. The weapon wasn't plasma or a blaster, it was like their own weaponry but with much smaller rounds. All the same, it dropped one of their Brutes as the bullet careened through his neck.

"Take cover!" Galak barked, dropping to one knee as he fired off a barrage of rounds in response to the blaster turret littering the ground with plasma.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective: Seize the city
Equipment: [X]
Post Count: 6
Tags: Rocho | Osam | Tathra Khaeus

Seeing the spikes shot by the weapons she'd confiscated trebble upon the the lizard's large axe made Hraelga clack her tongue, the usual tic she had rising up as she tried another volley of shots towards the Lizard from her now arguably safer position. She had to see his reflexes and analyze his defense first, because it was obvious that this was no normal opponent. She had faced jedi,soldiers and anything in between, but even the jedi that were famed as warriors within the galaxy did not dare to go up against overwhelming numbers and odds in regards to the Bryn'adûl. This single individual seemingly lacked any idea of the concept of consequences or was stupidly brave to risk such a move, yet the marauder couldn't do anything but respect such a feat.In a galaxy filled with weaklings and cowards, the Bryn'adûl stood out as the fiercest beasts wrought by the power of evolution and cloning, but this lone specimen of the Trandoshian race did leave an impression on her.

With the drones scattering when thermal detonators were thrown at them, Hraelga could only watch and hope these warriors managed to get out, as each loss of life would come at a cost toher credibility as a commander and a marauder.

Wether or not he had defended against her second volley, her hunter instincts told her that this man was worth the time and dedication, with her forces being set upon seizing the city without much further resistance anyway, it wasn't a bad thing to face off against one this brave and skilled in combat. Thus she jumped down and intensified her grip on the weapons she was carrying, knowing they might perhaps hold out a few strikes against that axe, but she had to rely on her speed here, to minimize the possibility of being overwhelmed. "Let's get on with this game, shall we?"

 

[Osam]

Objective: A
Post 4

It seemed that the Sraelvun Major's desire for the scrumptious flesh of a superior had been noticed by the marauder. Even as Osam finished his report, the Baedurin invited him to take a bite, leveling off a pair of confiscated Spikers towards his head. A brief and instinctual growl at the offense was elicited by the Major, and the eyes of his own subordinates peered at him, curiosity driving their sudden attentiveness. If he was eliminated, the squad which he led would be without immediate leadership, and would almost certainly need to be absorbed by another living major, or else perish in the ongoing conflict. Regardless, that same hunger which he held was reflected in the simple-minded Sraelvun. Some, of course, would go for the easier flesh of the major should an altercation break... but others would take advantage of the distraction and the opportunity at feasting upon more succulent meat.

Thankfully, the marauder seemed unwilling to escalate while enemies were battering at the proverbial gates and instead attempted to direct Osam towards their mutual opponent. The reptile which had been assaulting the group was undoubtedly a capable being, though it lacked the engineered perfection of other members of his own species. Meat was, of course, meat, and would be devoured if it became ready... and with the Baedurin now on edge, it would be unwise to even attempt an "accidental" slaying, not that he had ever personally attempted such a thing in the past.

The conversation was quickly interrupted by the appearance of the offending reptile, and the subsequent crack of weapons fire as the Sraelvun band opened fire, drawing the attention of other nearby Sraelvun and doubling the quantity of those nearby to something like fifteen members in total. Immediately, the creature challenged them to conflict, and delivered an opening salvo of thermal detonators. Osam's own voice was doubled by that of a fellow Major, and the spiker fire almost immediately died out as the two drone squads turned to escape the range of the fiery explosives.

The sound was rather deafening in close proximity, and the fire washed over Osam's own skin like the waves of an ocean. His lineage granted him a substantial degree of protection against the thermal energy emitted by the weapons, but other members of his kith were less fortunate. Here and there, they were thrown through holes in the wall with bone-breaking force, or seared with the intense heat, either fatally, or enough to cause debilitating wounds. The weapons had managed to nearly halve the fighting force of Sraelvun.

The Sraelvun were not regarded as intelligent beings, but there was a cruel cunning interspersed among their number, and it found itself embodied in the drone major as he lifted himself from the ground. There was a loud shriek akin to a human's whistle as he called the remaining drones to attention; it seemed the other drone major had been killed in the detonation, and so he was taking effective control of the remaining survivors of both group, calling them to serve his command by means of the call. Battered and burned, the survivors arose to meet the rally of the squad leader, and he fell back into his natural state: barking orders.

"Up. Climb onto next floor. Listen for lizard-blade below." He commanded in a hurried and hushed tone, thankful for the instinctive obedience of his subordinate kin as they nodded their acceptance, and began filing out of immediate view of the marauder and the lizard, utilizing their wicked claws to scale onto the next story of the structure, bursting through the walls where they were weak with their brawn and spikers.

Perhaps the marauder would think they had abandoned her to her fate amidst the casualties... but the Sraelvun were not cowards, nor idiots as many considered them. They made up for perceived weaknesses as best as they were able, and Osam had perceived at the beginning of his fight with the reptile that direct spiker shots would be deflected with ease. Of course, the smart decision, then, was not to shoot directly at the reptile where it could see them.

"Pin scale-thing to the ground." Osam shouted, feeling his spiker jolt in his hand as a heated projectile ejected out of it, through the floor in front of him, and in the general direction of where he could hear melee weapons below. A half-dozen spikers followed suit, sending deadly rain towards the enemy below them.

Hraelga Nacht | Rocho

 

[Rocho]

Location: Rushing Osam and Hraelga Nacht
Objective: A
Allies: The Deep Space Coalition, Trymar Caelnos
Enemies: The Byrn'adul. Hraelga Nacht Osam

Hraelga Nacht sent another flurry of shots towards him, which he pulled the same technique for again. She was challenging him into a conflict. However, his suspicions were quickly raised the moment Osam and his others swarmed into a building. He'd been hunting his entire life and he knew what an ambush looked like. His steps stuttered for a moment. His steps slowed and his body turned as with one hand he began to pull upon the force, his original intent was to pull the wall from the very building to open up the enemies to him. However that intention would not be the one to come into play as suddenly a flurry of the spikers began to rush through the very walls towards him. He let out a grunt as he pushed his hand forwards using the force to push the weapons to the side, then having to use his other hand to do the same as more of them came towards him through the very walls.

He let out a growl, focusing his mind and body. He couldn't focus on Hraelga with this many of them sending those weapons his way. His armor wasn't going to halt them and if he was focused on beating what he assumed to be the leader then he wouldn't be able to defend himself when they shot at him if he did succeed in beating the creature. He had to remove them, or at least enough of them. He leapt upwards into the air and backwards away from the area that Osam and his Sraelvun were firing from to get out of the line of fire.

He had to take them out, he looked at the buildings set up. Man they were difficult. He didn't want to throw his axe with so many dangerous enemies, this wasn't like fighting humans who were almost certain to die if he hit them. These creatures were big and powerful, and if he messed up he could end up dead very easily. So instead he tried another tactic, he reached out with his right hand while the left held the axe and attempted to use the force to yank Hraelga Nacht towards him. If the Sraelvun had figured out how to adjust their aim towards his new position than they were liable to end up hitting her too. He wasn't sure how durable she was, but he knew he preferred the odds of either having to take her on alone or her getting injured while the others tried to get to him.

heklerkok-amr-1-anti-materiel-rifle Waiting on building. (extra ammunition in a bag, 12.7mmx108mm Slugs (Armor-Piercing,Incendiary and Explosive)
heklerkok-tdl-1-tempest Waiting on building (Can be strapped to back, extra thermal detonators on straps still available.)
heklerkok-double-barrel-shotgun-dbs (armed with slug shot holstered at his right side. Extra ammunition on belt and legs.)
t-7-vibro-brace ( left arm.)
g-11-shield-gauntlet ( right arm)
Hekler'Kok LA-2 Light Armor (Isn't wearing shoes, helmet, or gloves.)
The Beast: (worn on his left.)

 

[Fomoris]

Objective B
Post 4
Allies: Galak Hraelga Nacht Osam

Following the path the General carved through the enemy ranks, Fomoris continued to fire arcing explosives over his commanders hulking form, the projectiles leaving faint traces in the air as if desperate to assault even the oxygen of the planet, each following sound of a muffled explosion carrying a sense of satisfaction. Everything the Brutes carried, from the edges of their armour to their ammunition were designed with only objective.

A galaxy wide purge.

Baedurin blood splattered over his face as the Brute to his left dropped, his throat torn open in a ragged wound from the high calibre sniper round that had claimed his life. Roaring with fury, Fomoris fired wantonly into the entrenched position, refusing to stop even as the sniper was hit in the stomach by one of his weapons payloads, the force of the shot itself ending his life in a spectacularly painful way, contacting him straight in the gut.

"Take cover”

Dropping to one knee, Fomoris continued his suppressive fire, the air screeching in protest as the grenades flew threw the air, even his heat resistant skin feeling his weapon beginning to warm as the speed of fire and reload surpassed its intended design. The sound of the impacts were deafening but he refused to let up, unwilling to be found wanting in the eyes of Galak. Even when the platform began to shake and pitch, he refused to stop firing, the need to eradicate all that stood within the path of the Brynadûl singing in his veins.

 

[Galak]

Objective: B
Post: Five
Allies: Fomoris | Osam | Hraelga Nacht
Equipment: RAW, Barad Operations Armour, Bryn Shot

Galak watched as the Grenadier went berserk, unloading a salvo of explosives on the enemy position. Galak roared in approval, hand-gesturing to his troops to flank around attack the enemy from behind. The enemy turret was manned again, turning its weapon onto the Grenadier, Galak rose to the aid of Fomoris, raising his Shield to absorb the fire from the mounted blaster as the General pushed Fomoris down, staggered back by the blaster fire as well.

The Brutes moved up the right staircase, slaughtering the enemy forces as they did, moving to flank the enemy. Before they could swivel the turret around, the other Brutes were upon them; separated limbs and mulched torsos filled with spike rounds.

"Control yourself, Grenadier!" Galak snarled, fight without fear was one thing. Fighting without a sense of survival was another. The General offered his arm to Fomoris, he would've harshly scolded a less competent Warrior.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective: Seize the city
Equipment: [X]
Post Count: 7
Tags: Rocho | Osam | Tathra Khaeus

The Marauder didn't mind the fact that the lizardlike warrior was continuing to defend against her volleys, it simply made it work as surpressing fire, focing this prey on the defensive as long as the rest of the Bryn'adûl didn't slip up too much. Alas, what she hoped the drones would do was not going to happen, in stead they retreated to a higher point, disregarding the fact that she herself had already dropped back down to aid their initial resistance. Hraelga was understandably furious, as she perfectly well knew what the drones were aiming for: the idea of shooting a fish in a barrel.

"Fools," Not had that word grown cold out of her breath, as she felt an invisible pull, a strong force yanking her forwards. She knew what this was, it was what those 'jedi' used too.The marauder had to commend the lizard on his effort, the hail of spikes would hurt, very badly so, but they weren't exactly what worried her the most. The fact that this prey could usethis force-thing was undoubtedly more worrying. Thus rather than just letting it all happen, as she could feel herself be pulled towards Rocho she made a different decision, she would 'use' that pull to her advantage, bracing her legs, she pushed off, launching herself at a reckless speed towards the Trandoshian with the intent to slam him through the remaining debris behind him. There would probably be some spikes hitting her, but it was a risk she was willing to take, she'd just have to cull a few drones later on when the conquestwas complete.

 

[Primal Architect]

DOMINION OF BAROS

The Brute forces lead by General Galak push through the Flak Turret tower, moving to remove the defences of the Floating Fortress. Brute Grenadier Fomoris is engulfed by the blood rage, raining down shells with great vigour upon the enemy. Soon, the Brute Squad will have control of the tower, and destroy the Floating Fortress and its defences.

On the streets below, Marauder Hraelga Nacht butchers what remains of the defending forces alongside the cunning Drone; Osam as Master Rocho fights on against ever worsening odds alongside the fledgling forces of the Deep Space Coalition, for every fallen Bryn'adûl lay ten or more Human Soldiers. Their forces are dwindling, and soon the remaining populace of the planet will be at the mercy of the Bryn'adûl Military.

The City has been taken, on all sides the Bryn'adûl forces have encroached upon the city - bar some small pockets of resistance, the entire City has been engulfed in fire, overhead Shuttles desperately attempt to retreat to the skies as the orbiting Bryn'adûl fleet begins its blockade of the Planet. Of the first wave of fifty shuttles, only three got through; Baros has fallen.

BRYN'ADUL - Hraelga Nacht | Fomoris | Galak | Osam |
DEFENDERS - Rocho | Trymar Caelnos

 

[Draconis Caesar]

Draconis feels the wind whistle past him. Watches as death hails upon them from the earth below. A initiate takes a hit and his body smokes as it catches flame. His armor systems shutting down and then locking up to contain the damage. His screams are heard in the Sun Guard's comms as his body descends like a fallen angel to commit itself to the hell below. Draconis ignores the screams of terror and pushes on with his jump pack.

T-minus 5...

4...

3...

2...

Draconis uses his jump pack with mili seconds to spare and hits the ground like a cement block. His enhanced armors strength kicking up dirt and loose cobble stones in it's wake. His squad lands all around him in a similar fashion. He stands from his kneeling position and with a hand signal orders his men to fan out. Together they move towards the target, the shield bearers taking point forming a loose phalanx. Drones run rampant through the city streets feasting upon the morsels of the dead or fighting over various treasures. They are easily disposed of by the weight of Draconis's sword. He carves one in half with the steel plasma mesh blade. It's blood fries itself on the rim creating a distinct smell of charred viscera.

They move into the building in which the commandos had been located. It was made up of stone, the windows had been blown out and a portion of the roof was caved in. As they entered Draconis noticed the tattered curtains and blood staining the fine rug beneath their feet. He scanned for the commandos friend or foe tags. They were in a adjacent room. Draco notices the door is left slightly ajar with a corner missing. He carefully pushes it open and is met by a voracious howl. A brute charges through the door way and destroys the portal, ramming Draco and sending him flying. He hits the opposite wall with a thud and a audible crackling of stone. The sword men inside the building with him encircle the brute activating their bucklers ray shields. Draconis spits vile ichor from his mouth.

"Stand aside, he's mine!" He orders angrilly and his men create a clearing for their leader.

The Brute recognizes the challenge and laughs something in it's guttural language. Draconis ignores the aliens remark and activates his jumpack. With his armors enhanced strength he charges forth and tackles the massive creature to the ground. With fist he begins pounding upon it's face. Feels the skull give way and the gray matter within turn to mush. Still the creature writhes. Draconis rips off one of it's horns and stabs it into it's face. The warrior sputters blood onto the sun guards face plate then subsides. The sun guard looks up to see his comrades watching the slaughter in awe. He notices the commandos corpses are scattered about the room in pieces. He sighs to himself then speaks to his men.

"We must fall back to the fortress and retreat with the noble houses..."

 

[Fomoris]

Objective B
Post 5
Allies: Galak Hraelga Nacht Osam

As the sound of the grenades began to slow, the red haze that surrounded his vision began to fade as Fomoris’s Bryn Shot fired the last of his lethal load, in need of a reload. With a nod, he took the hand of his General, bowing his head at the necessary chastisement.

Heaving himself up, the Brute looked towards the foe, the structure around the turret looking like a carcass torn at by predators, massive chunks torn out of it by his rate of fire and looking like it was on its last legs. While he felt a large amount of satisfaction at his work, the shame he felt outweighed it by greater magnitudes, and he bowed his head to Galak in apology.

“I recognize my failing general and will be sure to correct it.”

Raising his feral features, he watched as the other Brutes tore apart the rest of the turrets crew and felt his satisfaction grow. While he was aware that his rages were a weakness and worryingly, becoming more frequent, he couldn’t deny that they had their benefits at times.

 

[Osam]

Objective: A
Post 5

The attempt at firing upon the lizard-like humanoid from above had all the hallmarks of a successful attack. It had forced the enemy out of position, causing him to react directly to their overhead assault, and yet, it seemed that the Baedurin marauder they had left below had not been clever enough to recognize their ambush. Even as they rained deathly spikes towards the opponent, she drew much closer to him, drawn evidently by her rage, or else by an unseen force which had seized her. Osam was uncertain of which, but he did recognize that firing upon a superior would end poorly for he and the other Sraelvun, and so, as she drew within striking distance again of the Trandoshan, he barked a shrill note, ceasing the fire of the drones.

Osam had hoped that they would be able to murder the opponent from afar, utilizing the advantage they clearly possessed in numbers and range. The axe-like implement being used by the foe was fear-inspiring and deadly, and he didn't like the chances of Sraelvun warriors against it in close proximity. Perhaps a pair of Baedurin would be more easily capable of subduing the threat, but they were far more brutish than their opportunistic cousins. What the Sraelvun did possess which might force the lizardman to flee, however, was innate savagery unlike that of the others.

With the spiker-fire having come to a close, Osam stood before the obedient drones, counting seven of them in total. With a rapid movement, he placed his firearm upon his back, letting his fingers curl into the striking position so as to best utilize the climbing claws he possessed. "Tear the lizard-meat from its body!" He shrieked, and the call was taken up immediately by the others, some tossing down their weapons in their fervor, others returning them to their proper place for later use. With the unnatural predation of their kin stirred into focus, the Sraelvun leaped from their position on the second story of the building, crashing down with cries and shouts, swarming towards the lizardman in an obvious attempt at overwhelming him with their biting claws and rending teeth.

And, at their head, Osam, the fiendish drone, over-shooting the target so as to surround it more properly for the feast.

Hraelga Nacht | Rocho

 

[Rocho]

Location: Conflict with Osam and Hraelga Nacht
Objective: A
Allies: The Deep Space Coalition, Trymar Caelnos
Enemies: The Byrn'adul. Hraelga Nacht Osam

The Marauder pulled a move that, admittedly, wasn't something that Rocho was entirely unused to. While he did not often have it applied when coming to the force, it was exactly the same tactic that animals used. When they were finally forced into conflict, they approach, instead of running. Years of hunting had ingrained in the Trandoshan a considerable amount of advantages when it came to tactical awareness, while wider strategic problems might still pose issue to him. He could foresee a great deal of possibilities when it come to smaller groups. She rushed him, at a considerable speed. One which was rather impressive for her size, but still not sufficient enough to be a shock. He brought up the axe, holding it sideways so there was more of a blade to hit, so that she should ram herself right into it if she couldn't somehow catch herself. And he braced. Because regardless of if she was killed on impact, or seriously wounded, the axe could only cover so much.

He'd be shoved back regardless of his success, his sharp toes digging into the ground as they rammed through the wall and bracing himself. A roar of the hunt escaped his throat as things finally got aggressive. As both parties truly began to engage. Osam and his also seemed to finally opt for the close range assault. Rushing at them. Rocho was skilled, and in spite of his inferior size, immensely strong and fast. But he knew there were limits. And fighting a swarm was worse then fighting a single powerful opponent many times.

He swung his axe in a wide but fast arc to hack at Hraelga Nacht and any of the Sraelvun that might have made it nearby. And then he brought his hand forwards again, this time in a force push. Towards all of them, intent on throwing them off balance and off their feet by the sheer force of it. Push, pull, and throw. They were the only external force powers he had managed to master. He then swung his axe again, sending it out of his hand this time towards the nearest Sraelvun and yanking his hand so that the weapon would curl around spinning as it's deadly and powerful blade threatened anything in its path, if not by the sheer destructiveness of a lightsaber blade, than by the raw power behind the weapon itself. And then he'd pull it back towards him well in advance to ensure none could sneak up on him. If someone grabbed it, naturally, he'd twist his wrist so that the weapon would turn its blade towards them making it dangerous to hold onto as he'd yank it in odd angles until jerking it towards him again.

However, he sensed something as he called the weapon back towards him. It was strange, because it was not the death of more, it was the death of less. As the numbers of the resistance began to dwindle. He looked into the sky for a moment before returning his gaze. The enemy had won. There was not much he could do here. He snarled, "Unfortunately, I cannot stay. I commend your power and your forces. But perhaps we shall fight again, another time." he said. With that he leapt, upwards towards a building, using it to leap onto another and dash using the rooftops while he called his allies to bring the ship around while he picked up his weapons. "Hopefully we can meet again, and finish this hunt." he muttered to himself. They'd have to take a long way out of this planet, or join with the existing forces that were attempting to escape. But no more could be done to protect the people here.

heklerkok-amr-1-anti-materiel-rifle Waiting on building. (extra ammunition in a bag, 12.7mmx108mm Slugs (Armor-Piercing,Incendiary and Explosive)
heklerkok-tdl-1-tempest Waiting on building (Can be strapped to back, extra thermal detonators on straps still available.)
heklerkok-double-barrel-shotgun-dbs (armed with slug shot holstered at his right side. Extra ammunition on belt and legs.)
t-7-vibro-brace ( left arm.)
g-11-shield-gauntlet ( right arm)
Hekler'Kok LA-2 Light Armor (Isn't wearing shoes, helmet, or gloves.)
The Beast: (worn on his left.)