Dominion Bryn'adûl | Dominion of Garn

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective A: Decimate and Conquer
Post: Four
Tags: Fomoris | Galak | Hraelga Nacht | Hrajlmak'Natok | Bazh'Thu | Primarch Drek'ma |
Theme: X

The defending Jedi were torn between the impeding threat of the Titan and the force of Brutes pressing against them, there was little time to decide whether to defend themselves, the troopers at their aid or the civilians around them.. Many, were lost to the confusion whilst others turned their focus to particular areas. The disarray and lack of communication made for easy pickings. The Draeyde flooded through the streets, turning several dozens of civilians and unsuspecting troopers into little more than mulched meat and sinew. The ground was soaked with blood and flesh, torn clothes and screams. Tathra released a torrent of unstable energy from the beard of his Axe, cutting through two of the Jedi in the chaos as more fell to the fire from the Brutes.

The Titan leapt in close, taking his Belt-Fed Launcher from his back in his offhand, firing into the running crowds of civilians and troopers with his Axe glowing aloft in his left. Hearing the familiar snap-hiss of a Lightsaber behind him, Tathra turned on his heel as he put the Launcher on his back, meeting the purple blade with the brilliantly glowing crystal beard. Yet, before either could react the foolish female Sullustan was bludgeoned by six spike rounds.

Tathra anchored to his right, head slightly dipping as he acknowledged the efforts of the 10th Regiment Brutes. Garn, was in ruin. All across the city, Brute forces assisted by Drone battalions had taken control of the super-city. It had taken days, but the city had been wilted down to little more than its Temple. The rest, buried or engulfed in fire.

"Brute Commanders, begin the round up."

 

[Fomoris]

Objective D
Post: 4
Tags: Galak Tathra Khaeus

Standing aside, Fomoris watched as Galak placed the charges, wondering what changes inside would bring to the Brute’s life.

It was always the way of such things, for great change to come about when you aren’t looking. When I walked into that laboratory last time, I thought we’d find pathetic scientists to tear, instead I came across my brothers opened on a surgical slab and a battle between a General and Marauder. What new changes will we find within?

Charging into the cloud of dust that the charges created, the Brute fired his rifle into the breach, roaring as he did. It didn’t matter if they had found what they were looking for, it didn’t even matter if they were the ones responsible for the autopsies on the Baedurin bodies that they had found upon that distant planet.

All that mattered was that he was Bryn'adûl and they were not.

Following the General into the breach, Fomoris and the other Brutes forced their way in, a hailstorm of Bryn shot grenades mingling with the super-heated spikes flying from his fellows rifles. Accuracy was impossible amidst the smoke of the charges but it was irrelevant, nothing could stand against the rate of fire pouring into the breach. Stepping aside to cover the breach, lest anyone try to charge passed him, Fomoris roared again, his massive lungs expelling out at a deafening volume.

 

[Galak]

Objective D: Silence the Brave
Tags: Fomoris | Tathra Khaeus
Post: Five

There were no words spoken, each of the Brutes assigned to the demolition understood the importance of their task - of the meaning. In some small part, for Galak it was the retaining of his dignity, of confidence. The Drael warriors burst into the makeshift laboratory, no thought nor reasoning was given to their approach other than total decimation.

By the time the smoke had cleared, the Generals magazine was cleared; the barrel a glowing molten white as new vapours of heat rose from the ends of their weapons. Eyes danced about the room, only to find newly made corpses. One or two Jedi, and a dozen white-coated thin humanoids. With a simple nod, the Brutes fanned out across the room, Galak placed his rifle on his back - walking into the middle of the lab. He searched around the room for any sign of what they'd been doing, what they'd planned.

Then he heard it, a scuffle of paper and cloth. The Brute turned around in a almost shocked response with both hands in front of him, he grabbed the table in front of him; throwing it aside to find a twi'lek scientist cowering underneath. Galak clasped his hand around their face, pulling them away from where they hid to reveal a small transmitter. He'd made an effort to learn some basic since Maldra. The data was half transferred to a small data chip, which the Brute promptly stomped on.

The twi'lek managed a gargled no! Before the General turned on his heel and slammed the tiny headed creature against the wall, splattering its ugly-tendril adorned head into little mashy pieces. Objective complete, at least. But the Brute didn't feel much better, what he had expected to fill a void only reminded him of it.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective A: Decimate and Conquer
Tags: -
Post: Four
Units: Servitors x4 | M'gaelak Siege Towers x2 | Ra'mak War-Beasts x30 | Rhivaks, Brumaks, Savage Drones

The Primarch fed on the death and destruction, the rage of the Draelvasier was a source of power that allowed the Primarch to grow in strength. His will was dominant, and with the force nexus of the temple fading into nothing - the Primarch descended to the planet below. As instructed by the Chieftain himself, the Brutes had begun a round up of nearly two-hundred people in the courtyard just outside of the Jedi Temple.

Drek'ma arrived via Orkale, landing on the planet surface as the dust was settling. The Primarch saw them, so many weaklings gathered up into a confined space. Guns, pointing at them. He would use the force to amplify his voice, they would be his way to corrupt and destroy the lightside nexus of the City and Temple. It was already weakened with so much destruction, but he'd these insignificant creatures as a battery.

The Primarch nodded to the closest Brute Commander, who in turn motioned to his Brutes to kill one civilian each. Screams erupted throughout the populace, their pathetic cries caused some irritancy for the Shaman. Yet he still held mercy for them in his heart, a mercy to acknowledge their existence - purposeless and meaningless as it was.

"Rejoice, for now you shall all die as children of Khaeus. Your lives will serve us and through that you will finally have purpose." It was the only way, whether they knew it or not.

 

[Galak]

Objective D: Silence the Brave
Tags: Fomoris | Tathra Khaeus
Post: Six

When the Brute Demolitions Squad exited the Temple, Garn was silent. It seemed as though the entire planet had become quiet. Galak too off his helmet, rubbing his one good eye as it adjusted to the light. His stomach felt not so knotted, like he could breathe. They'd finished off the researchers, their equipment and research lost to time. No one had to know what they'd discovered, they didn't. As long as the rest of the Galaxy didn't.

The Brute sat down on a slab of marble that'd fallen from the crumbling Temple. He sighed, again. This time long and hard, it felt as though some great weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and he felt proud. Putting his hand on Fomoris' shoulder, he nodded to the Grenadier.

"Adversity. We stood together, strength and comradery in the face of adversity." They had upheld the tenants and through them, succeeded together.

The Brute smiled at the younger Warrior, removing his hand from his shoulder and relaxing against the pillar. He looked to the sky, the blue of daylight peered through the smoke and fire. He choose to allow himself its admiration, a job well done was one that required equal reward. However this, was enough.

Silence spread across the planet, a genocide complete.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective A: Decimate and Conquer
Post: Five
Tags: N/A
Theme: X

The scrape of a footstep glided across the rubble behind him, eyes suddenly alert as his ears singled out the sound - another, and another. Tathra side-stepped in concurrent motion with the fourth, now face to face with a Feeorin male. Both sets of opaque gold orbs locked, the Chieftains red skin alight with the fluorescent vapours of his Axe's beard, the Feeorin's blue skin tinted by the blue double blade only activated a split-second before.

The Feeorin had relied on surprise, hoping to catch Tathra off guard for a quick stroke. The Jedi spun his blue saber, darting back to create space as Tathra moved closer; Axe held in a left guard, hands clasped around the mid-length of the Axe for quick strikes. Tathra bound forth, outstretching his left arm to bring the upper-length of the Axe forward, keeping the lower length of the shaft close to his torso as the Beard collided with the staff-saber's right blade.

The Axe was angled as to catch the Blade with not the Beards own, but the blunt - allowing Tathra to simply twist, hooking the Blade down and low, in the motion of bringing the Axe lower, his right hand loosened its grip; simply guiding the direction of both weapons descent as the hand slid to the mid-length in preparation of the Feeorin Jedi's counter. And with no doubt, it came - the Jedi pulled away and slashed towards his neck with the saber-staffs left blade. Tathra's right hand reacted instantly, raising the Axe and blocking the blade with the mid-length of the shaft below his hand. As the right hand rose with the Axe, the left relinquished its grasp - gauntlet raised as the Feeorin struck from the right once more, colliding with the gauntlet.

To his surprise, the gauntlet resisted the blade as Tathra's Axe was realigned for the middle of the staff and his chest with the simple twist of the wrist. In the same motion the Axe's beard was brought down, slashing through both the Staff, chest and right hand of the Feeorin. The large cobalt Jedi staggered back, the left half of his lightsaber destroyed, his fingers removed and his chest left with a large burning gash. Tathra's expression was blank, unchanging, standing sideways to the wounded Jedi, he placed the Axe on his back, the fluorescent vapour extinguished, slowly evaporating in flickers.

Tathra took two steps forward, now within range of the battered Feeorin, the Jedi looked on meekly before lurching forward to strike with the remaining half of his lightsaber. In a blur of movement, Tathra's hand was crushing his wrist, the other his throat. The Jedi struggled, but to no avail.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective A: Decimate and Conquer
Tags: -
Post: Five
Units: Servitors x4 | M'gaelak Siege Towers x2 | Ra'mak War-Beasts x30 | Rhivaks, Brumaks, Savage Drones

The Primarch drove his Staff into the earth, sending outward a electromagnetic pulse that caused all of them to sink deeper into fear - their brains were torn at by migraines and pain, insects and bile poured from every orifice in their mind, reaching the eclipse of fear; the climax. Then all at once some two-hundred tendrils of energy erupted from the Staff.

The Primarch was thrown back, white tendrils extending from his palms and maw into the focus of the Staff - held aloft by it as if by elastic, he joined in the screaming, a mastery of terror only went so far when one's very essence was yanked into the abyss so forcefully that the contemplation of the end was little more than an uncomprehensive and fleeting desire. Hands grasped back firmly onto the Staff, the Primarch leaning against it as ashes and bones clattered throughout the courtyard.

Their screams still echoed through the hollow force nexus, broken and untethered. At last, they were free from their feeble mortal coil - burning in the heart of the crystalline orb, the focus of his Staff.

"See through my eyes, forgotten children. Remember purpose is all, strength - is all."

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective A: Decimate and Conquer
Post: Six
Tags: N/A
Theme: X

The Feeorin's eyes were lit up, but not with glee - but from asphyxiation. His face began to contort into a strange shape, muscles drained off oxygen and pulled taught, his skin was turning a slight purple; veins a deep blue as they reached into his cheekbones. Tathra shared a knowing gaze for little more than half a second as angled his thumb; digging it into the Feeorin's throat.

A jolt and a gush of blood later, the moment of tension had passed. Tathra pulled back, hand full of scapulae - the body fell aside, broken and drained of life. Tathra threw aside the pulverised muscle tissue, cleaning his knuckles and fingers against the body suit of his thigh.

Returning to their main forces, the Primarch had completed the ritual - those who had witnessed it appeared unnerved. However the Titan himself had any force sensitivity buried long ago, all that remained was the dense air that surrounded him - all around felt as drowned in his imminence. Carrier of a truth that sickened those too weak to accept it.

Garn had accepted it, or rather was forced to. The world burned, its entire popular eradicated.