THE UNDEFEATED
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."