Dominion Bryn'adûl | Dominion of Eadu

[Primal Architect]

Eadu Will Die
In a two-fold strike, whilst the Marauder Nacht would lead an attack against Kesh - The Chieftain himself lead an attack on he neighbouring system, home to Eadu. The rest of the system had already fallen to their forces, conjured by the joint fleet now presiding over both of the systems. All that remained was the stubborn planet itself, its last city stands in a desperate defence; a last ditched effort to withstand the Bryn'adûl forces as the last of the Coalition tries to escape the planet whilst they can.

Beneath the city, those few who managed to escape to the underground tunnels now prepare to escape Eadu and the clutches of the Bryn'adûl - yet there will be no escape. A small force lead by Zealot Gredak and Primarch Drek'ma move to intercept the enemy shuttles whilst above ground, Tathra leads a devastating attack against the enemy Garrison, helmed by the 10th Regiment and their most prestigious General, Galak.

OBJECTIVE A - Destroy the last Coalition Garrison
Beyond a bridge and a series of heavily defender towers is the final Garrison of the Coalition, they have brought all their remaining planetary forces to bare in this small area; defended by heavy vehicles and well entrenched positions, the Coalition makes a last stand to buy time for those under the surface - hoping they can hold out long enough for some to survive. Unfortunately, they are mistaken. We will take their towers and destroy the Garrison. Leave none, alive.

OBJECTIVE B - Halt the Evacuation
Hidden behind a massive waterfall is the last functional hangar bay on Eadu, destroy the shuttles within and kill all who would attempt to hide underground from the Bryn'adûl. We cannot bring Servitors, otherwise the entire mountain will collapse - thusly, we must cleanse this place by hand. Let none escape.

BRYN'ADUL - Primarch Drek'ma | Galak | Leknion | Kad | Tathra Khaeus | Karnax |

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: One
Objective: A
Tags- Galak | Leknion

Tathra spun the Long-Axe outward, slashing through two soldiers and cutting the Sullustan civilian in half - his body churned into sinew and flesh, destroyed by the power of the strike. Tathra raised his compact Shield, deflecting a large rocket propelled toward him, the fire and kinetic volume of the explosion were nullified by his Shield, allowing the Titan to return fire with his Belt-Fed Grenade Launcher, sundering the near-rubble building into nothing. His opaque amber eyes moved from left to right as the colossal Drael slowed. The street was empty, red flames engulfed the city as far as the eye could see. But the work was not yet finished, deeper within the city the resistance was greater.

Only then did he allow his jaw to loosen - body loosening as he sucked in a breath of air, savouring the taste of blood on the wind. He exhaled, long and with a pleasurable pause. It was beautiful. Eadu’s powerful gales played with the fire in the air, it was quite the sight. These creatures had ignored the potential of this world for far too long, they had spurned the potential of themselves, of this Galaxy. That would be corrected.

Tathra was re-joined by a twin companies of the 10th Regiment, alongside a bolstered force of Brumak’s slowly moving forth with thundering steps. General Galak strode up alongside the Chieftain, with a affirming nod as the Titan raised his Axe, watching the blood boil into vapour. He turned, looking to the General - opaque eyes gave no indication of his mood but his tone said everything.

"General."

This was a beautiful day.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: B
Posts: 1
Tags: Kad

The Primarch was working with a detachment of Zealots to seal off the remaining evacuation shuttles, it was an underground facility, it’s hangar bay exit concealed by a massive waterfall. However they could not conceal it forever. The Shamans followed the stench of fear, and here they were. A few dozen Orkale Gunships maneuvered down into the waterfall, ahead Drek’ma could see the pinpricks in the distance, he discerned that they could only be the hanger's soon to be dead occupants started to rush around in a frenzy. It was interesting watching them, but their only chances of survival were too low. They would not survive, they would add to the Crusade, nothing more.

Beckoning towards the pilot, Drek’ma ordered the orkale down towards the surface and the hangar. This was the end for these survivors.

“Gredak, kill them all. Round up the last few for me.” The Primach requested from the Zealot Elite, he would quicken their descent to a most earned death.

From there, the Primarch allowed the force to generate around him; a focused energy. White and pure, Drek'ma teleported from the hovering Orkale to the hangar below marching with staff in hand as several soldiers turned their attention to the large Aeravalin. Before they could lift their weapons, life draining energy lurched from his staff. White tendrils sunk into their chests, and tore what little energy remained in their fledgling forms.

 

[Galak]

Post: One
Objective: A
Tags Tathra Khaeus

Galak shot off a final controlled burst, turning the running soldier into a botched bag of meat. The spikes punctured his body, broke limbs and destroyed his flesh. There wasn't much recognisable of enemies when they were littered with foot long molten-heated spikes. But human flesh was weak, there was no surprises to be found here. He'd kill hundreds already, they always died the same. It was boring.

They had descended upon Eadu in a rush, the Coalition was already beaten - with the attack on Kesh and Eadu underway, they would have finished the Coalition for good. It would be slaughter, even then that wouldn't truly describe the massacre that was about to occur. Looking around at the slaughter, Galak breathed in deeply, taking in the scents and smells of battle. The street ahead was littered with bodies, and there stood the Chieftain himself. It felt right to be fighting at his side once more, with the destruction of the Research Facilities on Maldra and Garn, all was right. Now, the focus was on the destruction of Eadu and its Mountain-based City. When the Chieftain spoke, Galak bowed his head in response.

“Sire. The 10th Regiment are ready to mobilise on the enemy Garrison, we follow your lead.” Galak slammed his fist against his chest, a gesture that was mimicked by the eighty other Brutes in league with him.

Ahead, the sky looked like a myriad, blacks and oranges, reds and yellows dancing together in a strange harmony. It was amusing, well - almost. All this death, suffering and the sky didn't care. That was something these humans didn't understand, it was part of why they were so weak. Meaningless lives end with small and forgotten deaths. And thats all they would ever get, all any of the fledgling species of this Galaxy deserved.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Two
Objective: A
Tags- Galak | Leknion |

Tathra looked to the east, eyes focused on the Garrison. The battle had not been going as well as he would've liked in that regard. One could see the fires of the battleground outside the Coalition Garrison from nearly a kilometre away. Even from here, he could nearly feel the residual heat. Unfortunately, Tathra was not immediately traveling into the heart of the Battle, the Garrison’s deployed defence was too strong. The 10th would change that. Tathra would shattered them.

“Very good, General. Ra’maks control the sky, we must take the ground.” Tathra’s right hand closed into a fist as he spoke, a fever dream of crushing some creatures throat clouding his thoughts in that moment.

Ahead a Ra'mak flew low into the street, firing off its cannons as it turned retreating civilians into slag, powerful beams tearing up the earth, rippling chunks of earth everywhere. The 10th Regiment moved through the street alongside the Brumaks with Tathra at its head. Moving deeper into the city, they moved to rendezvous with Captain Triskald of the 12th. Tathra would have the 10th Regiment working in unison with Triskald and the Drone Commanders. When they arrived, the leading Officers present offered gestures of respect to the Chieftain, he spotted a few he recognised. However, none worth speaking to in this moment other than Triskald herself.

"Our forces require support, the Coalition have locked down a set of buildings with Tanks and a bridge between us and that Garrison, sire."

Tathra responded with a nod, it was no shame to know when greater force was necessary. That was exactly what had arrived, the 10th were reliable and powerful. At the helm, he would see them to success.

"Then that is where the 10th Regiment will be. General Galak, ready the troops." Tathra turned to Galak with a nod, raising his Gauntlet to speak into his communications unit.

"Prepare to coordinate Ra’mak air offensive on my location. Await further instruction." They wouldn't be able to deal with those Tanks solely with infantry or even Brumaks, they needed to outsmart them. The Titan had spent nearly a century mastering the art of war, it took no more than a moment to formulate his plan. The Titan descended from the outpost with Triskald in toe.

 

[Kad]

Post: One
Objective: B
Tags: Primarch Drek'ma

The Zealot responded with a nod to the request of the Primarch, turning to his fellow Zealot Elites nodding to them as they equipped their rifles, Gredak grasped at a hand rail, steadying himself as the Orkale drew closer, coming through the waterfall as a torrent of water splashed all over the Orkale and the Zealots within. A moment passed, and Gredak nodded to his brethren as they all leapt from the Orkale down onto the hangar bay floor. The two Zealots leapt down to his left, opening fire on the civilians. Gredak nailed three almost immediately with headshots, destroying their tiny heads with a glorious pop every time.

The Zealot stopped in his tracks, seeing a pilot rushing to take off in his cockpit - Gredak fired a single shot, but it didn't get through the shuttles reinforced glass. Activating his com, Gredak pointed to the shuttle.

“Orkales, open fire on those shuttles!” The Zealot commanded the lowering Orkale’s to open fire on the shuttles, causing the one closest to erupt in a ball of fire. Gredak leapt to the side, hoping not to be caught in the explosion, quickly rising to his feet as the Zealots moved right, traversing the destroyed ship as they opened fire on the few defending soldiers and the civilians.

Gredak dropped down, standing among those who had been caught in the explosion - many had died, others burning alive. Gredak did not care to quicken their deaths, he would let them suffer. He kicked one, laughing to himself. Pathetic.

 

[Galak]

Post: Two
Objective: A
Tags Tathra Khaeus

With a nod, the General turned to ready the Brutes of the 10th Regiment, the twin-companies of Brutes. In front of him, Brute Captains lined up alongside their Majors to hear from the General.

"12th Regiment Company Astrad and the remainder Drone forces of Commander Kada and Xion's forces will be joining us. Prepare for a joint flank operation." Galaks command was responded to with nods and fists slammed against their chests. Soon the Bryn'adûl would march to battle, advancing with the Brumaks in toe toward the Bridge.

Galak led his twin-companies of Brutes alongside Triskalds remaining Grenadiers and what remained of the Drone detachments at their impromptu outpost, intent on following the Chieftain himself into the fires. Galak focused on his Brutes, taking little heed of the others attacking the stronghold, even if he made sure to work with them. Hearing a roar in the sky, Galak turned his attention up and saw more beasts of the Bryn'adûl flying about, causing havoc for the defenders. Roaring in approval, Galak raised his rifle towards the air and thumped his chest, the action was responded to with a resounding mimicry by the 10th Regiment.

Smiling fiendishly under his helmet, Galak wasn’t entirely sure what the Chieftains plan was regarding the Ra'maks, but he trusted Tathra Khaeus more than any other Drael, their flank would work and the creator would see them through it to the next battle. There was always a next battle.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Three
Objective: A
Tags - Galak | Leknion |

"We will flank their forces by dividing our own into five separate groups, I will lead the first up the street with our Brumaks whilst Commander Traskald and Galak lead the second and third in flanks of their main defences. Fourth and fifth units will wait outside of the combat zone until I have taken command of the Ra'maks." The Titan's tone was stringent and factual, not one to mince words. They would succeed with a decisive strike.

"An excellent strategy, Sire." Traskald replied, in agreement with Tathra's tactical assessment.

Tathra had no visible response to the compliment, simply standing tall and away from the interface of the stone table.

"I have already informed General Galak, ready your forces."

With that each of them returned to their forces, taking leave of the command post to lead their individual segments under his leadership. The muscle-bound frame of the Titan seemed to narrow, passing through the bustling movements of those too concerned to feel the rush, the need to join the 10th Regiment on the battlefield, the thirst for blood caused his stomach to ache. His carapace did little to hide the bloodrush, opaque eyes were wide and alert. He stopped just before the steps below to his troops, taking in the view with great stoicism. The wind carried the sounds of warfare to him. Soon they would be upon the Bridge and destroy the remaining defences. Tathra waited until their entire force was mobilised and ready, raising his Axe - Tathra ignited the red vapour from its beard, turning heads his way.

"Forward warriors! And fear not pain nor death!"

Tathra lead them as they made their way through the streets, turning corner after corner through the empty swaths of destruction. The Coalitions forces had been whittled down slowly, however those that remained now made use of ballistic rifles, old - but more useful than blasters against Brutes. They were putting up a commendable defence, but when the Titan arrived - they would be destroyed.

Tathra stopped to look to the sky, hearing an all too familiar cry as the night descended on Eadu. The massive warrior extended his right arm into the air, calling out in the creatures own tongue as suddenly a swarm of Draeyde surrounded him. The flying beasts spinning around him like a hundred warped tendrils of a black endless void. Coming closer to the bridge, their forces divided into five separate groups, the Heavies and Brumaks pushing up through the middle. The massive Brumaks fired off their powerful rounds, slowly lumbering and soaking up the munitions of the enemy. Yet there were many more of their machines than they had Brumak at this moment, Tathra dashed forward - the time to strike was now.

 

[Kad]

Post: Two
Objective: B
Tags - Primarch Drek'ma

Moving forward, Gredak fired off a dozen more shots, watching with fiendish enjoyment as the massive spike rounds tore through flesh. However, it was at that moment of self-indulgence that the Zealot was punished, tackled to the ground - instinctively the Zealot threw off the smaller creature using his momentum to remove the grappling blue-grey humanoid.

When turning to face his opponent, Gredak recognised the species as a Noghri - a large and brutish one at that standing at nearly seven feet in height. Gredak moved for his rifle, but the Noghri was fast - impossibly fast. He flung the Zealot to the ground, kicking his rifle away. Gredak could smell it, he was using the force to augment his abilities. No matter. Gredak took his barbed daggers from his back, side-stepping form the charging Noghri as he slashed at his back.

Though the Noghri was no stranger to combat, he ducked and spun around into a kick that moved the dagger for the Zealot’s left hand. The noghri caught it in his left, holding it in a backward grip - slowing down. Gredak smiled. They both had weapons, now it was getting interesting. Both cautiously circled the other, Gredak lunged for his gut and the Noghri leapt back before lunging himself, Gredak swung his body right - throwing his foot into the chest of the Noghri to halt his attack before throwing the dagger as he was staggered.

The Zealots thrown dagger was knocked away, leaving Gredak unarmed. His eyes became wider, shocked by the Noghris precision as he ducked low, pulling a throwing knife from his wrist and throwing the much smaller knife at the Noghri. The knife went into his knee, causing the humanoid to whelp as Gredak dashed across the floor, grasping his dagger.

 

[Galak]

Post: Three
Objective: A
Tags: Tathra Khaeus | Leknion

Galak moved forward, leading the Brutes in a flanking charge. They had several leading fronts that were attacking this little bridge, it was good for the Brute General to see he wasn't alone, it bolstered both forces as they attacked the enemy from either side. Roaring as he rushed forward, Galak pushed with a company of the 10th Regiment up the left side of the tower block, with hand gestures guiding the Brutes to take position. Ahead he could see the entrenched enemy forces, and their tanks. They were entirely focused on Tathra’s full frontal push, they were likely not expecting a flanking maneuver. Then, the General waited - waited until he could see Triskald and the Drones flanking from the opposite side. They’d hit them in the gut with a decisive strike. Galak roared again as the sounds of battle came from the far right. No doubt Triskald.

“For our brethren! Kill all in your path!” Galak roared before jumping forward into the trenches, leading his Brutes to death and glory.

In the trench itself were several defenders, defenders that Galak slaughtered with a few spike shots from his weapon. Snarling at their corpses, Galak raised his eyes and focused on Tathra’s frontal assault - the spiralling shadow of the Draeyde engulfed his large form; small tendrils struck out and slaughtered the enemy seemingly effortlessly. Galak then turned his attention to those firing at the frontal attack, raining down a hail of spikes on their position alongside his brethren, killing three instantly himself, as the rest of the Brutes made corpses of dozens. Hefting his weapon, Galak roared as some came close from an underground bunker, flanking their own forces. Galak side-stepped, dodging a thrown impact grenade and charged at the Coalition Soldiers.

Ramming into one, Galak pulverized the poor soldier with his wrist mounted blades, spinning as he activated his own compact shield, blocking their shots before throwing the impaled Soldier back at them. Galak charged the remaining two, taking the Spiker from his hip and firing off a few shots at each, killing both.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Four
Objective: A
Tags - Galak | Leknion

The Chieftain led a smaller detachment whilst the other four groups moved to flank, pushing up through the heavy enemy fire. Tathra commanded the Draeyde to disperse into the air, attacking the Coalition troops in the buildings as he leapt into their foremost defences; crushing the trench and sand-bags under his mass, held in a two-handed grasp, Tathra spun the massive Long-Axe, striking with both the pommel and Beard, cutting through their infantry like nothing. A thump from his elbow knocked one into the ground, shattered as Tathra pivoted, dodging a railgun shot and side-stepping, stabbing his Axe into the chest of the closest trooper as his free hand grasped the railgun, crushing it in his hand before grasping the head of the Soldier, throwing him overhead into the two remaining defenders before releasing a torrent of energy, cutting through them.

Their infantry was being overrun and as the Titan expected, their tanks moved in to assist. Tathra ducked for cover, raising his gauntlet.

“Ra’maks! Target their vehicles!” As the Titan spoke, no longer than half a moment later did a cry come from above, a dozen Ra’mak War Beasts came into view overhead, their massive forms filling out the sky as the Tanks panicked to fix their weaponry on incoming Ra'maks. However, of the half of them that noticed their arrival only a handful moved to fire on them and by then it was too late. The tri-beam tendrils of plasma arced forward from the Ra'maks cannons, tearing up the earth as the beams slowly mowed through the Tank positions.

The enemies tanks had fallen into their trap, falling under heavy fire as nearly all but a few of their vehicles were destroyed in one trailing blizzard of plasmatic energy. Tathra climbed to the head of the trench in the wake of the fire, raising his glowing red-bearded Axe into the air with a roar. Their Brumaks and the Brutes in toe rushed with great haste through the trench, joining Galak and Triskald’s forces.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: B
Posts: 2
Tags: Kad

The Primarch continued forward, marching in the rhythm of the tip tap of his Staff against the floor. His force energy was rejuvenated by the draining of lifeforms. It filled the Primarch with adrenaline, a surge of energy that made him feel alive. Their remains were husk-like and deformed, broken. That was the price for their weakness. The weak deserved no better than to die to a swift torment. Of course, it was slow when compared to the haste of a blade; but it served him well.

More soldiers fired at him, the Primarch raised a force barrier to block their blaster bolts as the Zealots right of him quickly dispatched the soldiers. From the landing Orkales came a multitude of Drones; quickly they were overrun and their Defenders outmatched. The Drones rushed the civilians and some didn't even use their rifles, but tore with clawed hand and razor sharp teeth into the helpless civilians of Eadu. He could feel the death all around him, it was power. He fed off of it, allowing their fear to strengthen his power.

Moving toward one of the shuttles, Drek'ma used the force to disrupt the technologies of the shuttle - forcing its bay-doors to remain open. Those inside looked on in confused horror as the Primarch simply stared at them, waiting for the Drones. A woman inside screamed, grasping her child close to her chest as a trio of Drones ran into the shuttle, littering every inch of it with Spike rounds.

It was then the Primarch noticed the combat between the Zealot Gredak and the Noghri. The Primarch would not interfere, but he would stop others from doing so. Lightning lashed out from his hand at a Soldier aiming at Gredak; knocking him to the ground in pain.

 

[Kad]

Post: Three
Objective: B
Tags - Primarch Drek'ma

Gredak rose to his feet quickly, grinning at the Noghri as he tore the throwing knife from his leg, staggering. The wound would have no doubt slowed him down, or at least he hoped as much - stalking around the Noghri before feinting a strike to cause a reaction. The Noghri slashed down in a one-handed grasp at Gredak's wrist, allowing the Zealot to disengage, swivelling around the strike of the Noghri and slashing his wrist instead.

When he let go of the dagger, Gredak leaned to the side as he grasped the dagger in his right hand and immediately attempted to thrust it into his waist. The noghri dodged, and the Dagger was thrust into the wall - acting on almost entirely instinct the Zealot released his grasp of the now stuck dagger and spun around, slashing a the neck of the Noghri with his left hand held dagger. The strike cut, but not deeply enough. He used the force to propel the Zealot across the floor, the telekinetic grappling was strange, something he'd never experienced before as he was slammed hard against the floor.

The Zealot looked up, dagger raised to defend himself expecting the Noghri to be closing the distance; instead he was staggering away, arm covering in blood. Gredak rushed to his feet, firing off two spiker rounds from the Spiker on his hip into the back of the Noghri. The massive man collapsed against the back of a empty shuttle. Gredak retrieved his secondary dagger as he moved to his fallen adversary. The Noghri looked up at him, tears swelling in his eyes as Gredak raised the Spiker once more, firing a single shot right between his ugly eyes.

In the end, he was as pathetic as the rest.

 

[Galak]

Post: Four
Objective: A
Tags: Tathra Khaeus | Leknion |

The Chieftain lead the charge, smashing through the fledgling defences of the Coalition. It filled the General with such joy to see them perish, for so long the Coalition had been a thorn in their side, and now they were finally hurting them - really hurting them. Their best fighters had died years ago, what remained were little more than Victims.

Galak made his way for a flak turret on the left, it was inside a half destroyed building. Galak was followed by a squad, fighting his way up the staircase alongside them. They'd crush what resistance remained, and take care of the turret. The fight wasn't particularly tough, his RAW fired out hundreds of spikes, riddling the defenders with deep gashes and melted skin, boiling in pain as they died, burning slowly. The man on the turret was too late to realise his men had been killed, turning to reach for a pistol as Galak slashed from left to right, cutting the man into pieces with his wrist mounted blades.

Those that remained were the civilians, the Draeyde continued to comb through the buildings and soon the 10th Regiment were taking placements in the buildings as the fourth and fifth groups would move in, the only option the remaining defenders had was to cross the bridge.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Five
Objective: A
Tags - Galak | Leknion |

Tathra charged forward, carried on a maelstrom of black Draeyde - the vaporous red energy followed in his wake from the beard of his Axe. Tathra continued the fight, leading the Brute charge. The titan released his Long-Axe into his off-hand, holding it by the upper-length for quick and ruthless strikes. His left hand reached forward, grasping onto the flimsy limb of a human; turning to the left and swinging overhead, the body crashed into the ground, destroyed.

His whole body was surging, energised with purpose. The Titan channelled his rage, turning into the momentum of his overhead swing with a savage flourish; cutting down multitudes of foes as the Draeyde moved forward like a dark tendril, churning through the buildings and killing all their hidden defenders.

Tathra brought his Axe close, grasping it in his left once more as he released his Shield from his right arm; and broke into a forward sprint. Tathra used his shield like a battering ram, crashing through a few and crushing them underfoot. The titan slowed to a stop as he drew closer to the centre of the fighting. Tathra retracted the Composite Shield, throwing his Axe into a trio of men - the weapon spun, cutting the three into chunks of flesh before returning to the Chieftain, he had to clear a path to the Bridge.

Yet the onslaught was halted as just before one of their last Tanks was destroyed, it fired at Tathra; knocking him off his feet and skidding in the dirt. His Axe slid through the muck and crumbling half-melted tar. His predatory senses had been overloaded, ears ringing as Tathra growled; pushing himself to his feet as his senses were regained, raising the Compact Shield to his defence as the Coalition Soldiers blasters nipped at his heels. He took the Launcher from his back, firing down at the humans before moving to cover, picking up his Axe in the motion as he darted sporadically, closing the distance on the defenders before closing the Shield, and leaping among them. Tathra grasped one by the arm, twisting and squeezing he turned the arm into mush, dislocating it and with a flick of his wrist slamming the Soldier into the ground as he cut another in half, their blasters almost harmless against his armour. Quickly the others were cut down as the Brutes of the 12th Regiment pushed on the right, and the 10th Regiment on the left.

Tathra marched forward, his lumbering steps quaking even in the numbing sounds of Warfare as the forces of Galak and Triskald pressed forward. The bridge was close, and soon they would seize it.

 

[Xrobas H'kahn]

Objective B
Location: Waterfall Hangar

The constant downpour of water and the crashing of it slapping against rocks almost completely drowned out the sound of the massive mutant drael that was Xrobas H'kahn as he leaped from pillar to rocky pillar until he reached the hidden hangar. The cascading waters bounced off his flesh as he stepped through to the other side. As the drael made his way through the hangar, he could hear the the humans scurrying about like rats.

As he walked past some of the transports, likely empty as those that hadn't been quick enough to escape were now on the run from the drael, Xrobas dropped several small grenades near the base of the transports. In a few moments, the explosives went off, incinerating the transports and turning them into hulking fiery messes. As long asXrobas was there, none would make it out breathing or not in chains.

The mutant drael leaped fromt he hangar ground onto a catwalk above. He followed it towards the east until he reached a door. It was clearly locked from one side and there was only a single console one his side. He gave it a look and could tell it was looking for pre-approved biometrics. He lifted the body of a dead human that was nearby and dragged his corpse to the locked door. Xrobas placed the body's hand on the console which, after scanning the handprint several times, then unlocked the door. On the other side were several humans, mostly women and children, who looked up at the drael in horror. They were stuck in place. Frozen in fear as their demise was upon them.

"Boo."

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: B
Posts: 3
Tags: Xrobas H'kahn | Kad

With the arrival of Shaman H'kahn, there would be no place for them to hide. Those who had deigned to escape the coming fire would burn, all would burn. Eadu was on the precipice, all that remained for these creatures was a delusional hope. One managed to run from the Drones within the shuttle, sprinting out and stopping to gaze at the Primarch. Drek'ma made no immediate response as the man turned to run away.

When a Drone returned from the shuttle to pursue, Drek'ma waved him off - slowly following the man.

"There is no hope. It is... better this way." Drek'ma spoke in what he understood to be the native human tongue, he hoped this truth would calm the man as the Primarch reached out, his thoughts became the mans. The human male seemed to understand what was being said, but perhaps he could not comprehend its meaning. Even when faced with the truth, these creatures could do nought but bury their heads in the sand.

"Face me." Drek'ma commanded and the human obeyed, turning around. The fear was plain on his face. He almost pitied him, it was like observing a babe born into a world of dark who did not quite understand yet that they could not exercise any free will other than to scream and protest. But even then, the telepathic domination stopped that from happening.

"You will die, as a child of Khaeus. Your death will serve our cause." The Shaman placed his hand on the head of the male, leeching his life away from him in a few moments. His body fell limp, sullen and broken.

 

[Kad]

Post: Four
Objective: B
Tags - Xrobas H'kahn | Primarch Drek'ma |

When the Zealot returned to the side of his fellow Zealot Elites, it seemed as though they'd been pinned down. One of the shuttles had a cannon, but luckily for them there were plenty of ships they were happy to see explode that could be used as cover.

"Sarak, go right. I'll go left. Traed, stay here." The Zealot spoke as to order his fellow Zealots, Sarak simple scoffed and Traed went right. Sarak grabbed Gredak by his collar and pushed him to the cover.

"You stay here, we'll do the rest. Don't forget you're only one of us because of your connections, not your skill." The Zealot Elite's words burned in Gredaks chest as he snarled back, but he knew he'd lose that fight.

Stomaching his pride, Gredak nodded and moved to provide covering fire for the others. The Drael hated that his brethren didn't respect him, it made him want to kill them as much as any weak creature. For too damn long had his skills gone unappreciated, he would not be overshadowed by arrogant Elites. Even if they were his betters.

 

[Galak]

Post: Five
Objective: A
Tags: Tathra Khaeus | Leknion |

It was a slaughter, those who remained to defend the bridge died quickly and with little effort. The five different groups combined into one might force, charging across the Bridge toward the garrison. Overhead, several Ra'maks opened fire on the Garrison as a large force of Coalition soldiers and transport vehicles came billowing down the street.

The Brute Heavies took their positions at the front alongside the Brumaks, newly dropped Rhivaks ran along the sides of the bridge as a massive firefight broke out between the two forces. Galak was originally a Heavy - so he was afforded the ability to fight from the front. The remainder of their Drones kept pushing forward, they were fodder and they knew their purpose.

Galak laid down heavy supressing fire, their Ra'maks began to turn rows of infantry and vehicles into slag as a heavy rain of Spikes and Belt-fed explosives cascaded across the bridge.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: B
Posts: 4
Tags: Xrobas H'kahn | Kad |

Those remaining within the Hangar spun on their heels, some too scared to attack while others rushed forward. The Primarch, energised from his vampirism lifted his Staff forward toward the running civilains as tendrils of lightning crept forward. It flashed out and struck the beings. Some were thrown to the ground immediately while others ducked and screamed. The crackling lightning continued for a few seconds until most of the defenders were either dead or had fled into behind the ships. The Drones now filled every corner of the hangar, there was simply no escape for those who remained within.

The Primarch watched, soaking in the fear of his hated-enemy. This was what they deserved - all of them. He opened his mind, enticing a telepathic wavelength between himself and all of the Drones nearby.

Bring me the survivors.