Dominion Bryn'adûl | Dominion of Eadu

[Tathra Khaeus]

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

The Forces of the Bryn'adûl pushed onto the bridge, decimating the Coalition forces as Tathra rushed forward with a guttural roar, Tathra charged forward - moving at a rapid pace as he leaped ahead of their forces to meet the enemy. In this wider open space, he had the advantage. Their forces were pathetic, their blasters cascaded harmlessly off the Titan's armour as he released a powerful energy blast from his Axe; obliterating a light-vehicle speeding towards him. The transport flung into the air and spun into an explosion, Tathra darted to the side of it, activating his Shield as the attention was drawn to him.

Darting to the left, Tathra released his Axe into his dominant hand with a high guard, raising the Axe into the air into a spiralling arch. Even at this angle, the Titans monstrous strength was enough to cleave through multiple Coalition Soldiers, using his Shield to block any potentially dangerous attacks whilst delivering clean and vicious strikes against the defenders of Eadu, hopeless to properly counter the Titan as his emboldened forces followed his example, crushing their enemies in a blood-rage induced slaughter. His Composite shield knocked another soldier down before he dropped into a crouch, thrusting the Shield down into the ground and crushing the Human.

Tathra rose to his feet with an outward swing at the incoming Soldiers, swinging from right to left in an open arch to keep them at bay. As he rose to his feet, turning on the ball of his left foot, as his right arm reached behind his back, he pulled his Belt-Fed Launcher into his grasp from its magnetic holster. Tathra turned into a spin, loosening his grip on the Axe and allowing its hilt to slide further into his grasp to the mid-length as ripples of grenades decimated the nearby forces.

"They are in full retreat! Forward! Destroy the Garrison!"

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: B
Posts: 5
Tags: Xrobas H'kahn | Kad |

The Primarch waited in the centre of the scorched hangar as the Zealots and Drones gathered a few dozen groups of civilians and unarmed soldiers. The Drones forced them to their knees in a line in front of him. The Primarch counted them - thirty three in total, he paced in front of them slowly. He was taunting them in a passive manner, they all saw what he'd done - the husk of the man behind them made that clear.

"Rejoice! For you are all about to receive a gift, the gift of purpose, of truth. You will all become children of Khaeus, and speed the blossom of our righteous crusade." With those words, layered with a distinct pleasure, a pride - he brought forth an incantation upon them. It was already plundering their minds, exciting their fears. They became more pliable with every second as the Primarch raised his staff in both hands.

"I shall be your guide." They screamed in response, some cried for mercy - others whimpered in silent submission.

The Shaman's staff slammed into the ground, dozens of tendrils of white energy arced out from the Staff, his hands shook - trembling as those gathered were almost entirely vaporised. The Primarch roared as their combined energies overloaded his senses, in a moment it was over. Ash and vapour filled the air, the Primarch gasped, staggering.

They were finished.

 

[Galak]

Post: Six
Objective: A
Tags: Tathra Khaeus

It was a brilliant sight, the Garrison was overrun by the Bryn'adûl in mere moments as Heldrak Dispersal pods descended, surrounding the Garrison with dozens of Savage Drones as those who remained outside in its defence were finished off. Their turrets were destroyed, those who remained inside were burnt alive.

The screams of the damned.

The fires burnt bright as all over Eadu, the Bryn'adûl had conquered the planet. Those on the bridge fired off shots into the air in celebration. Galak turned to Triskald, with a nod; grasping her arm. The planet was theirs, no mistake. Another world had fallen under their Command and the Deep Space Coalition was finished. Galak's eyes shifted to Tathra, stoic and powerful as he looked on into the blaze. Galak turned to his fellow Brutes, starting to beat his chest at a slow paced rhythm.

"Chieftain... Chieftain..! Chieftain!" Galak continued, slamming his fist against his chest every time he spoke the word. They were all here because of him, they were his children and he was their ultimate warrior - the Galaxies saviour. Soon, the chant spread throughout all nearly hundreds who had gathered on the bridge.

A rhythmic chant in honour of their leader began, Galak staring intently at him - it was an honour to fight alongside him. Always.

 

[Kad]

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

Once the fighting was finished, the hangar bay was in total ruin; bodies were scattered everywhere. Except for those who had begged for surrender, those unlucky souls had been gathered up on request of the Primarch. Gredak oversaw that particular operation, his Elite Zealot brethren had both been wounded when they took down the turret, they had their skill but not his cunning.

When they had them all lined up, they all cried and whimpered like the pathetic curs they were. But even then Gredak knew what the Primarch was going to do to them, well he'd heard rumours. A shadow of a thought echoed sympathy in the mind of the Zealot. He did not wish their fate for himself.

The Primarch ignited his Staff as it collided with the floor, blinding light shrouded all sight of the rounded up civilians as Gredak raised his arm to cover his eyes, the screaming reached an all new high before suddenly stopping out of nowhere. When the light faded, there was a disturbing tasting thick vapour circling around through the air, carrying a strange ash.

Gredak looked on to see the line up of Civilians had now become a clump of ash and bone. It was disturbing, he didn't understand the cosmic powers and that made him a little more afraid than he liked. Either way, their objective was complete.

Eadu was finished.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Seven
Objective: A
Tags - Galak | Leknion

The Forces of the Bryn'adûl had conquered the Garrison, destroying all in their path. All that was left, was the rubble of what had once been a city filled with puny, insignificant life. All that was left to do was let the Servitors have their fun. Tathra stared into the blade, Long-Axe still held firmly in his grasp as the Draeyde flew into the air, hunting for a meal.

It was moments like this that made everything worth it, made every struggle worthwhile. It never got old, it never lost its wonder when a world was saved - purified from the cancer of weakness that had plagued this Galaxy for far too long. Tathra exhaled, in every fight some part of his mind felt like he hadn't breathed during the whole thing in the aftermath. It was perhaps partially due to the adrenaline, the deep concentration required. It was like being in a different world, perhaps he was only now coming back to his self - residing in a peaceful gaze.

It was only broke when the faint sound of his title caught his ear, Tathra only deigned to turn his head slightly when he heard the chant begin to extend throughout the entire force present. Tathra wouldn't deny them, his brethren had fought well. The Titan leapt upward onto the raised sidewalk of the bridge. He turned almost dramatically with purpose, raising his Axe as his right hand slammed against his chest. The Draelvasier cheered, the beasts roared.

The fires would die eventually, all of this would be gone soon. But the memory of this moment, overlooking the work of his creations - it would be immortal.

 

[Primal Architect]

Eadu Has Fallen

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What was once a proud home to many, has fallen to the military might of the Bryn'adûl. Another sector of the Galaxy crushed by their unstoppable forces. The last Garrison has fallen, and with it this victory means so much more as the Deep Space Coalition has been finished. In conjunction with their deadly strike on Kesh, the Bryn'adûl have decimated their primary enemy for now.

Nothing stands in the way of the Bryn'adûl in the Outer Regions and depths of Deep Space now. Many sectors now stand helpless, waiting for heroes that will never come as the Bryn'adûl prepare for the slaughter to continue. They will never stop, not until all of the plague of weakness have been wiped clean from the face of the Galaxy.

Weakness is a cancer, the Bryn'adûl are the cure.