Bryn'adûl | Dominion of Hurikane

[Lefthander Narrator]

Bryn’adul Dominion of Hurikane​

[SIZE=11pt]The planet of Hurikane, a rocky world filled with barren landscapes, tall mountains and lots and lots of rocks and...stones. However, how unlikely as it may seem, this world has been found to be inhabited by some peculiar kind of native species. Early reconnaissance has found out that upon this world there are various tribes of sentient creatures, all made up out of some sort of purple crystal and having taken on various insectoid shapes. Legend has it that at some point in the far distant past, a lone jedi got stranded upon this planet and saved one of these creatures from what they had considered to be certain death. As a reward and in gratitude, these native creatures gave this jedi part of their own body, these purple crystals which according to legend, this ancient jedi used in his lightsaber.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Objective A: Smash you into pieces[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]The higher ups of the Bryn’adûl have gained particular interest in these crystals and wish to examine their possible uses within the Draelvasier technology. To get these crystals though, you’ll need to well...smash these creatures into pieces, something the Bryn’adûl should be quite adept at. Early reconnaissance has discovered that though these beings seem to be nomadic in nature, never being together in groups greater than one hundred strong, there seems to be some sort of large open cave structure within the northern hemisphere of the planet, where apparently more than a thousand of these creatures have gathered together. Believing this to be a holy place for these natives, the higher ups have made this apriority target to smash not only their bodies, but also their spirit.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective B: You've got no last resort[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]It seems that encountering this ancient jedi in the past, has created some sort of culture among these creatures. In the far west, surrounded by massive mountains, reconnaissance has discovered a large, fortified crystalline structure where there are supposedly over a hundred mystics. This is blasphemy and a heresy that we can’t condone. The Bryn’adûl have no need for their magicks and filthy use of the force. Go eradicate these heretics and bring them to the divine justice and our mercy which is death eternal. However, beware, as this seems to be a place dedicated to the light side of the force, there may also be some jedi holed up in that place.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective C: The Bryn'adûl hunt, they kill, they conquer[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]Forge your own path within this dominion, go out to have some fun. Go hunt down a tribe of these nomadic creatures, have a match with your fellow Draelvasier for the highest kill count, all is fair and game in war and the Bryn’adûl excell in both. Go honor the Bryn’adûl, carve a swath of brutality, primal ferocity and death upon this world and you might even gain fame and recognition for it.[/SIZE]

Tag: [member='Tathra Khaeus'] | [member='Galak'] | [member='Bralor Azkaroth']

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Objective: A
​Post: 1

​They could've crushed them all into mulch using the Servitors.

​It could've been easy.

​But, Tathra was itching to kill something. A lot of them were. Planets just beyond their borders were seemingly empty sometimes, entire star systems left untouched. No matter, they would make use of them all. The more systems that rose into their domain, the more facilities they had, the more troops - the greater their armies.

​It was all just a matter of time. Tathra was moving in with a total of two Drone Battalions, serviced by a grouping of one-hundred Rhivaks and two Companies of Brutes. This would be slaughter, but it'd be slaughter he'd enjoy. As they entered the cave, Tathra set loose a storm of nearly five-hundred Savage Drones.

​As much as this tasked appeared menial, trivial. It was required, all creatures great and small that blighted this Galaxy with their feeble lives would be eradicated. He would see to each personally.

​They would flush out the Crystal men from their hiding spots, and then the Might of the Bryn'adûl would simply crush them into dust. It was strange, the Cave was dotted with dazzling purple crystals similar to that of the crystallised beings form. It was an irony that forced a fiendish grin across the gaunt features of the large being. What was once their protections, their source of power.

​It guided the Drael, paving the way for their extinction. Hopefully the Rhivaks wouldn't cause a cave-in.

​| @Aharon'Ra | [member="Ankshar Kha"] | [member="Antarik Grendrada"] | [member="Aovinr"] | [member="Avoria Khaeus"] | [member="Bralor Azkaroth"] | [member="Drakharu"] | [member="Galak"] | [member="Ehud"] | [member="Hrealga Nacht"] | [member="Klathukhar"] | [member="Krael Vizkla"] | [member="Krarolk T'manu"] | [member="Kyrim Tenebris"] | [member="Lerropten"] | [member="Regamoth"] | [member="Selkollar"] | [member="Wrathak"] | [member="Xrobas H'kahn"] |​

 

[Galak]

​Objective A
​Post One
​Tags- [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

​Galak wasn't entirely sure why, they'd needed to get hunting into enemy territory to kill. Maybe the Chieftain just wanted a tougher fight, he didn't blame him. Planet after planet, nothing proved much of a challenge. Bar perhaps, the Rhivak that the Jedi had mind controlled on Lowick. That, was something he'd never seen before.

​No doubt it was somehow similar to the abilities of the Shamans, albeit an inferior Human variation. The Brute Captain didn't quite care for the cosmic, nor could he, he had no sensitivity to what was described as an energy field, around all living things. He wasn't quite sure what babbling cryptic had come out with that, but he was sure it was an Aeravalin. He hugged his Automatic close to his chest, leering cautiously as they entered the cave system.

​He didn't want any crystals jamming into his skin or his head. No, that would be bad.

"Stay alert, Brutes." ​Galak spoke in a low, observant tone. Even if his Drael could not perceive it through his mask; his eyes were darting about as to every corner.

 

[Nagartha]

Objective B
Post One
Tags-

The Jedi was kicking at Nagartha, though he hardly noticed it. The Jedi was suspended several feet off the ground by Nagartha's right hand, the clawed digits digging in to the Jedi's chest and shoulder to keep him out of the way as Nagartha worked. The four smaller arms on his abdomen were working on the door, a mechanical creation melded perfectly with the crystal structure around it. The doors former guardian cried out as the door panel exploded outwards, as the four small arms sent a concentrated electrical current through the various wires. The door slid open to reveal a brightly lit corridor within, with various branching locations further down its length. Turning his head to look at the young Jedi, Nagartha suddenly flexed his fingers. The Jedi let out a startled cry as the clawed digits tore through his body, before a loud snapping sound echoed through the mountain around him as Nagartha broke the Jedi's spine and neck.

He casually discarded the corpse, ducking his head low to enter the building to continue his task. He had been sent to eliminate any potential Jedi interference on this planet for the greater Bryn'adul efforts. He had made his way slowly, and quietly through the various mountain caverns and valleys until he came to the small structure. His natural ability to distort electrical surveillance and sensors allowed him to approach without detection to the very gate of the structure, where he had proceeded to ambush and remove the Jedi guardian set outside.

Now, Nagartha made his way slowly through the crystal lined halls of the mystic temple, his immense strength being used to crush any crystal creature he came across as he made his lumbering path towards the center of the structure.

 

[Selkollar]

Objective C
Post One

The rocky caverns, canyons and caves that dotted the surface of this forgotten world were terrifying to behold. It appeared that something had simply scooped out whole pieces of the planet, bit by bit. The natives were not even made of flesh, as if the only living things on the planet had to be made of rock as well. What an abomination. The Hierarch had pleaded with the Savior to simply decimate the planet from the surface. Completely glass the entire world and leave nothing behind.

However, simple devastation was not enough for the Drael Warlord.

No, the campaign to eradicate all life in the galaxy was a strong one, and Tathra would never stop at simply bombing the planet. He was a determined individual, hellbent on decimating local populations and nothing less. Selkollar grumbled at the prospect of having to visit this world. However, his anger and frustration would turn to a simple curiosity. During a small skirmish during planet fall, Selkollar had wormed his way into the mind of a broken native. Using his natural talents, Selkollar was able to ascertain the location of a holy site that the natives held dear.

This holy site apparently held a relic the natives worshiped. A powerful crystal imbued with the Force, it was defended by a small contingent of soldiers who were hoping to stay hidden. Nothing would stop Selkollar from desecrating this place, and it would keep him busy while Tathra killed the local population.

Armed with nothing but his robes and his staff, Selkollar stood on a small crevice, overlooking the dark entrance to the cavern itself. He could feel the natives holding out inside. Over a dozen of them stood in defiance of everything Selkollar held dear.

They would not stand a chance.

 

[Aovinr]

Objective: B
Post: 1
Tags - [member="Nagartha"]

The Trek into the mountains wasn't too physically demanding. Aovinr simply followed the trail the inhabitants used and killed anything that was in his way. His current total was 3 Jedi, one gunslinger and a handful of blaster turrets. He'd headed here since he didn't like fighting with the drone swarms. They usually just got in the way of his spinning attacks. The temple came into view and Aovinr sighed as he spotted a handful of colorful lightsaber blades waiting for him on the stairs to the main entrance.

--- A few dead Jedi later ---​

Aovinr's blade crashed against the lightsaber with a thunderous crash. Sparks flew in all directions and bounced off the crystals around them. Aovinr kicked the Jedi out of the blade lock, causing the Duros to stumble and fall. Aovinr slashed open his chest and moved up the stairway. The Main Entrance to their temple loomed before Aovinr. The Duros was the last exterior guard, but Aovinr would see what awaited him inside. He marched up the steps, eyeing the crystals around. Reaching the door, Aovinr simply kicked it down and proceeded inside.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

OBJ: B
CRYSTAL TEMPLE
EQUIPMENT: Hands Of Hell
TAGS: [member="Aovinr"] (in proximity), [member="Nagartha"]

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A throwing axe nearly a meter long plunged into the Jedi's chest.​

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The Jedi was dead before he hit the ground. Ripping the axe from the man's chest cavity, Krarolk pocketed his lightsaber and continued his approach. Due to the efforts of his comrades, there were not much defenders left outside the crystal temple. However, there were plenty inside. Krarolk followed the trail of carnage left by his bretheren with a steady jog until he arrived at the entrance, which had been broken down. Part of Krarolk regretted not killing the entrance guards himself, but there would still be plenty of opportunities for blood to be spilled.

Inside, he saw a brother of his advancing forwards. Seeing the hallway in front of them bend off in two directions, he called out to his comrade.

"Let's cover more ground!" called out Krarolk. "You go right, I'll go left. If we run into something too dangerous to fight, we should call the other to join."

​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Objective: A
​Post: Two

​Tathra expected the path to grow darker, yet the deeper their forces travelled; the lighter the crystals pulsed. They seemed to move in a rhythm, a strangely familiar one. As they continued, Tathra noted that the path grew a tinge warmer, and slightly steeper. Their may have been pitfalls, but the ground was strangely smooth.

​The schematics of the base they had established did not indicate they had travelled to this area. Whatever creatures remained within the confines of this place, they were not simpletons nor savages. This was their home. Tathra raised a fist, halting the march - in accordance so did the Commanders and their subservient Captains and Majors. Tathra clicked his fingers, and the Adjudicators shuffled to the front.

​"It is the enemies home we now enter, there will be defences; traps. Relay this." ​Tathra spoke to the Adjudicators, allowing them to absorb the sound waves and reverberating it through the minds of all those accompanying him.

​Tathra took his Long-Axe from his back, skulking with chosen steps. His eyes shifted from vision to vision, observing the area for possible traps. It wouldn't be long before the Crystalline creatures were aware of their presence.

| [member="Galak"] |​

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

​Post 1
​Objective B
​Tags- [member="Krarolk T'manu"], [member="Aovinr"], [member="Nagartha"]

​The beast stirred as it moved through the air. Trilak was an older Ra'mak, nearly half a decade old. Trilak was a worthy mount, he'd seen him through Eshan, Mandalore, so many battles. Now came another, Hurikane was a strange place. The cosmic force emanated from the Crystalline fortress, it was a beautiful but strange structure. He would like to have explore it himself, however the boon of researching this fortress and its inhabitants fell to not only himself but others as well.

​"Settle, Trilak." ​Azarak spoke in a hushed tone, patting the armoured crown of the beast. His eyes fell below, watching the others enter the Fortress from the ground.

​The Primarch of the Shaman would not take this route, he would move from above. The Ra'mak drew closer to the precipice of the Fortress. It was crystal, sturdy but not impregnable. The Shaman spoke without words, ordering the Ra'mak to open fire with its cannons. The massive super heated metal turrets blasted open the upper tower, shards of crystal debris were flung below..

​Inside, strange crystalline individuals and Jedi stood together. It was some form of council chamber. However Azarak did not see beings nor combatants, he saw feeble flesh, thralls for the feast. They were nothing. The Primarch rose from the beasts saddle, hands alight with energy as arcs of life draining energy exploded from the Drek'ma's hands, forcing through the defences of the Jedi and crystalline primates.

​"Fall before me, naves." ​Azarak declared as he propelled himself into the council chamber, using the force energy of his victims to obliterate those who remained with a torrent of mind plaguing horrors and lightning.

 

[Galak]

​Objective A
​Post Two
Tags- [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

​The Chieftain as per usual, was at the forefront. Whether it was leadership in government and culture or on the battlefield, he was always found leading their people. The Captain couldn't help but feel bashful in even considering himself a Warrior when in his presence. The Chieftain was so beyond, any of them. It was hard to believe beings of such skill existed, but he'd seen it. First hand.

​On Lowick, the Chieftain tore through fleshlings like they were made out of paper. It almost made him giddy, awestruck. Yet the Captain new such distractions would end up with some form of eagerness getting a blade in his throat and frankly he'd have earned it. All Galak could hope to do, was hold his rifle steady and keep his Brutes alive. That was his sole purpose, his sole ambition - to serve.

​"Steady.." ​Galak whispered, eyes shooting around the confines of the cave. He couldn't help but feel slightly anxious, itchy trigger finger. They could've come from anywhere or everywhere.

​Of course, the Chieftain could likely handle whatever these primitives threw at him. But, Galak wasn't so confident in his Brutes abilities or even his own. They'd have to cover each others backs.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
​Post: Two

​Earlier in the path, the crystals were spread about - embedded in rock, mud and earth. Now, the crystals had become more frequent, the path ahead could almost be considered fortified. The titan could feel it in his gut, they were getting closer. The reports from the mining incident indicated that the Crystalline creatures were made of humanoid shapes, but there was no evidence they had any organs, brains or repertory systems.

​They were quite strange, but in the century long lifetime Tathra had lived - he'd seen stranger things than most. The path continued, and as they moved deeper, the air didn't grow stale as one would expect instead the air was damp, almost moist as if it'd been raining. Or the excess of some form of steam. He wasn't sure, but it meant at the very least there was more than just crystal men huddled together.

​A few steps further in Tathra halted, his large foot sliding but a few inches. His eyes shot down, his right arm stopping the Brute opposite him from taking another step. The ground was covered, with dirt and scattered stone, but there was a crystal surface underneath.

​A trap.

​Tathra heard it first, a single misstep by a Drone. Eyes shot over, some scrambled to pull him back but it was too late. Arrow like needles of crystal exploded from the walls and ground all around them. Tathra activated his gauntlets Shield, hunching under its circumference as the bolts scattered about the hall.

​The Drone was dead, included some of the others in close proximity. Tathra snarled, marching forward with Shield extended. The titan did not bother to speak, his posture was enough to show his frustration. The sooner he was crushing native weaklings, the better.

| [member="Galak"] |​

 

[Aovinr]

Objective: B
Post: 2
Tags - [member="Nagartha"] [member="Krarolk T'manu"] [member="Azarak Drek'ma"]


Aovinr watched Krarolk charge in behind him and nodded when Krarolk called for them to split up. Aovinr preferred to kill alone when he could get away with it anyways. Aovinr started down his on his march into the right hallway. The structure of the crystalline tunnel was boring to say the least. Stone floors, crystal walls and some kind of purple torch every few meters, personally Aovinr would have been more proactive about making a hall like this more defensible had this been his base, but it was not. About thirty seconds into his walk, he heard an explosion and the crashing of crystal on crystal en masse. "They are wasting shells on this place?" Aovinr wondered aloud in a gravelly voice. Shaking his head, he continued down the hall.

Eventually the hall ended in a left-facing door in the wall welded shut, and a descending staircase into the earth. Aovinr gave the sealed door a few probing taps with his sword and heard nothing but the ringing of metal on metal. Closing his eyes for a moment and focusing, he carefully probed the sealed room with not his sword, but his abilities. The energy inside the room was dead and stagnant, nothing was alive inside. Aovinr grunted and started to move down the staircase. Reaching out again into the life energy surrounding him, Aovinr felt a strong concentration of energy low in the ground. It seems the stairs lead somewhere after all.

The last step deposited Aovinr at a durasteel double door. The top of the frame had some letterings in basic, but all Aovinr could make out from his limited knowledge was "*rc**ves". A small tug on the doors revealed them to be locked. An effective defense to unwanted visitors... that were not Baedurins. Aovinr used his weapon to carve an indention large enough to work his fingers in, into the door. A gripped the indention tightly and with a strained grunt, pulled the right-side door out of the frame. Throwing the door aside, Aovinr marched inside.

The room was filled to the brim with tall shelves stacked with various items. The shelves themselves were divided into each side of the room, allowing for a branching marble walkway between them. Scrolls, bound-books, datapads and crystals all occupied their respective spots on the shelves, and all had some form of writing on them. Purple and Blue crystals lined the limestone walls, providing mildly dim, but serviceable light throughout the room. Another glance at the corridor revealed tables made of the same crystal as the temple dispersed at intervals throughout this place of stored knowledge.

The life energy that called to Aovinr so often filled this place in great abundance. There was no central concentration or nexus, the energy simply flowed seamlessly to place to place, creating a calm vortex of placid energy. For a brief moment, Aovinr felt like a violent intruder in this place of peace. He banished the thought, it was the energy influencing his mind. This was a place of peace for the enemy, he had no reason to respect it's nature.

A diminutive xeno suddenly appeared from behind one of the shelves. Aovinr quickly identified it as a human, possibly a female. It had graying hairs and it's face was covered in wrinkles, signs of advanced aging. Their garb was nothing but simple cloth fabrics, tan and brown robes. The human eyed Aovinr for a moment, some unidentifiable xeno emotion heavy on it's face.

"So, you and your allies have made it inside it seems.", the human's mouth curled downwards, "then I must assume my friends and students guarding the entrance are dead. A great loss of so many bright children." Aovinr understood most of their words, the verbal aspects of their language were easier to understand than xeno writing. "You are correct. Most died by my hands.", Aovinr sized up the Xeno and decided they were not much of a threat. "You coming out of your own accord to face me has earned you a quick, painless death for your honor. But, before you die, explain this... location... to me."

A ripple of surprise echo'd into the life energy around the women, causing Aovinr to wince at the unwanted emotion. Evidently, this surprised the Xeno as well as another wave hit Aovinr. "Cease." Aovinr grunted as he leveled his blade at the Xeno. "I did not know your kind were sensitive to the Force." the women seemed to ponder this for a moment before moving on, "Regardless, to answer your question. This is the Archives of the Hurikanian Temple. All these items around you store knowledge about the planet, the people, and the Force." Aovinr decided then to take some of these writings with him. The Aeravalins and Shamans were not forthcoming about their mystic ways with a Baedurin, this would serve as an alternative. "You have earned my favor Heretic. I will kill you in a single stroke if you accept my mercy." The human laughed, a high-pitched, annoying noise. "Unforuntely, I believe I have much to avenge my friend." A lightsaber appeared from the women's robes and ignited into a brilliant blue blade with a darkened core. The xeno's speed surprised Aovinr due to her age. He brought up his blade just as the Jedi's spinning lunge reached him. In a crash of light and sparks, their weapons collided. "Lightsaber resistant, explains how you defeated my students." Aovinr growled and threw out a kick, which was deftly dodged by the Jedi as they flipped backwards. Aovinr hit the latch on his blade and began his spinning advance on the Jedi. His blade glancing off the ground every few rotations caused sparks to fly in front of Aovinr and shallow gouges to appear in the marble. The Elder Jedi responded by throwing out it's hand and throwing it forward. A moment later, a powerful wave of invisible force slammed into the Baedurin. He was forced to halt his blade and thrust it into the marble to retain his footing.

"Powerful Mystic." Aovinr grumbled under his breath. Glancing to his left, Aovinr saw one of the crystal tables, Aovinr grabbed it with one hand and threw it at the Jedi. The force pushing Aovinr weakened as the Jedi was forced to respond to the table by slicing it in half. Aovinr took the chance to rush forward, releasing a battle cry from his gullet as he charged. His blade crashed against the blue lightsaber, Aovinr twisted his weapon forward, turning their clash into a blade lock. "You may be faster than me, Mystic. But you are weak in your age." The Jedi grimaced and perspired as Aovinr forced the lightsaber closer and closer to the human's neck...

---

Aovinr had found a discarded satchel in the Archive. It was made of some kind of animal hide he didn't recognize, but it was serviceable. He didn't exactly have time to learn the xeno's letterings for 'Force' so Aovinr simply picked a few writings from the center-most, important looking shelf. Aovinr grabbed any bound-book or scroll and stuffed the satchel. He left the datapads and crystals alone, he did not feel like fooling with either of them. As he passed the Jedi's body on his way to the exit, Aovinr was taken by a whim and picked up his foe's lightsaber. Something to remember the battle with. The weapon looked like a toy in Aovinr's hand, but he slipped it into his belt anyway.

He started for the door, heading for the temple's main floor to see if there were battles still going on.

 

[Sahktan]

Objective C

Post 1

Companions / [member="Selkollar"]

Sahktan stood quietly behind the Hierarch. The two were perched across the entrance to what appeared to be a cavern system. Sahktan snarled as he twisted a small piece of purple crystal between his long clawed fingers. He had been asked to aid the master of the seers on a small, need to know basis mission. He had yet to be informed of the nature of their quest, but he knew it was important to his superior and therefore was important to him. They had encountered little resistance so far, cutting down a few stray natives who had attempted to flee. The drael crawled forward and observed the cave beside the Hierarch. "You feel the presence of the enemy inside don't you brother. I sense it too."

The shaman leaned against his polearm as the Hierarch remained silent. The group of soldiers in the cave were no doubt entrenched and concealed, their minds sharp with dedication. But minds are easy to shatter. Sahktan reached out his right hand toward the entrance to the cave, even he could feel the sense of fear he was casting seeping out from his hand. In moments, the soldiers inside would begin to feel a sense of dread and abandonment, they would begin to see things that weren't there. Their eyes were no doubt darting around the cavern as many considered fleeing. Sahktan sneered as he continued to project this fear among the defenders, no doubt that most would be weak minded and easily broken by the ability. After a few moments he closed his hand into a fist, and retracted his hand. His breathing become fast and uncontrolled, it also took a great deal of energy to produce his mystic abilities. As he thought of his own abilities, it dawned on him that there would no doubt be mystics among the defenders. Maybe will we have a challenge after all, he thought.

His eyes drifted to the Heirarch. He wondered how he could possibly fight in such a state, his body seemed weak, sick. But when Sahktan tried to pry into his mind, an immense power rushed over him causing him to step backwards. The Heirarch truly is powerful, perhaps stronger than anyone he had seen. Sahktan gathered himself and shoulders his polearm, placing his hand on the Heirarch's shoulder. "The enemy is weakened brother, they jump at their own shadows. We move on your command."

 

[Nagartha]

Objective: B
Post: 2
Tags: [member="Aovinr"] [member="Krarolk T'manu"]

Nagartha glanced backwards briefly as another Bryn'adul called out to him, though he did not respond. Even if he wanted to he could not, having lost the ability to speak, or even truly communicate with the rest of his kind. A small price to pay for the powers he had been given. Turning away, Nagartha began his slow walk down the corridor the other had suggested he take, tossing to the side a Jedi Padawan that had crossed his path. The broken body slammed in to the crystal walls, falling down and leaving a trail of blood in his wake as Nagartha moved forward.

He entered a smaller section of the greater temple, finding banks of computers and other terminals lining the walls. Two men, not Jedi but wearing uniforms of some sort jumped to their feet as Nagartha entered, drawing blasters from their sides and firing at Nagartha. Nagartha did not give them a chance to do anymore than fire blindly as he stepped forward, extending his two long arms and plunging the claws of his hands into the two men's chests and ripping down before stepping forward. The small hands on his abdomen began to drift across the terminals, electrical spikes arcing back and forth from the outstretched appendages. Moments later, the lighting in the room around Nagartha began to flicker, before dying out entirely. Turning his head, Nagartha watched as the lights in the hallway began to flicker and die out as well, as the chain reaction began to spread throughout the temple.

He had completed his mission.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

​Post 2
​Objective B
​Tags- [member="Aovinr"], [member="Krarolk T'manu"], [member="Nagartha"]

​The Jedi fell before him, the crystal creatures were destroyed. The liquid that once held the Crystal creatures together was now steam rising from the boiling crystals, glowing with heat among the corpses of the Padawan Jedi. The Primarch stood among the corpses, no worthy opponents. The Primarch expected more, perhaps Masters of the Jedi art but no, only feeble naves and students.

​Perhaps the deaths would draw them out. Azarak made his way out from the Council Chamber into a large arched Corridor hallway, his eyes were drawn to the intricate designs of the Jedi designs. They were beautiful, but opposite the crystal exterior Azarak could not help but see the bigger picture. Intertwined, it was disgusting. This was why the people of this Galaxy could never survive, could never be saved. Their existence was fundamentally wrong, plagued with impurity and weakness.

​The Primarch could hear the combat below, for a moment he deigned to assist his the subservient Shamans within the Temple but he would not interfere with their destiny. If it was their time to die, he would not take that from them.

 

[Galak]

​Objective A
Post Three
​Tags - [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

​A few steps further in and they were within a large alcove, and they were upon them. The ground shook as hundreds of Crystaline primitives came charging their way, rushing in from maybe a dozen tunnels. The Chieftain roared something, load with his Axe held high as the Rhivaks joined in his chorus, firing long rays of red energy at the rushing crystal beasts. It was an immediate bloodbath, well less so blood than strange liquids and rock.

​The Brutes poured in on his right and left, raining superheated metal spikes down on the beasts. Brute Ravagers pushed to the frontline alongside Tathra, mutating into massive powerful beasts, charging alongside the Chieftain; carving through the enemy with his Axe.

​​"Grenadiers, on the hill!" ​Galak ordered the immediate Squads Grenadiers to the hill to his right; drawing the Heavy weaponry Brutes to his left with a simple hand gesture; raining down a thundering wave of metal and explosives on the primitive whelps.

 

[Selkollar]

Objective C
Post Two

The Hierarch stared into the deep cavern as Sahktan cast his ray of fear into the minds of its defenders. The weasel-like Sahktan was a shaman, and one Selkollar had watched immensely. His abilities were more akin to Seer level honestly, but Selkollar would not argue with the modern teachings. Feeling the absolute dread that was spreading like wildfire amongst the crystal beings, Selkollar couldn't help but smirk. They would be unable to field a very good defense with their minds wandering, and the idea was a simply good one. If Selkollar had an ounce of kindness, he would compliment Sahktan on his strategic mind.

"Leave none alive. If you encounter any jedi, take their lightsabers as trophies." The vitriol that spat forth when uttering the word Jedi was nothing compared to the burning hatred he had for them. He would crush these natives, and any that sought to defend them. Imbuing his body with the Force, strengthening his tired muscles and giving him physical power he had barely ever had, Selkollar took one step off the precipice and landed at the very entrance of the cavern.

The defenders spun on their heels, some too scared to attack while others rushed forward. Selkollar, still high from the adrenaline of being in a fight, lifted his hands high as bolts of lightning crept forward. Lightning, arcing from his very fingertips, 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 the cavern. Selkollar roared in triumph as the other Drael moved forward onto the caverns. Sahktan and him would search for the relic in the meantime as the other Drael slaughtered the natives.

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[member="Sahktan"]​

 

[Sahktan]

Objective C

Post 2

Companions / Selkollar

Sahktan watched in horror and adoration as lightning poured out from the Hierarch's fingertips, engulfing their enemies in bolts of bright blue death. The grunts of their forces rushed forward into the cavern as the pair followed behind. The occasional enemy would lash out at Sahktan, from the darkness, behind large sets of crystals, and deep holes in the rock. Only to be met with his polearm piercing their gut and slamming them into the ground. The two moved through the dark caverns with little resistance, the caves in front of them being illuminated by sporadic blaster fire. The roars of drael and the screams of others rang out through the darkness. But as Sahktan followed the Hiearch to their destination, things began to quiet, only the sounds of their footsteps and the occasional dripping of water among the stalactites and crystal structures. It remained this way for at least ten minutes, until a sharp crack and hiss rang out behind them. A bright green light splashed against the rocks in front of them, Sahktan whirled around and raised his polearm just in time for the green blade of a lightsaber to come crashing against it.

Sahktan let out a hiss as he stared into the face of his enemy. A young Rodian whose blue skin was made bright by the shine of his saber. There was great fear in his eyes, but also great resolve. He had most likely never faced a real enemy before, but he had the noble intention of protecting their target with his life. Disgusting. Sahktan planted his clawed foot on the Rodian's chest, delivering a strong push and knocking him back several feet. As the young Jedi gathered himself and began to charge again, Sahktan sensed another. In a matter of seconds he split his polearm into his swords, using one to block a blue saber which slashed out from the darkness, using the other to block the Rodian who had advanced yet again. As the three locked blades, Sahktan studied his other attacker, a middle aged female human, likely the master of the young Rodain. The drael smirked upon this epiphany, slipping away from the master and attacking the Rodian with both of his blades. He glanced to see that the Hierarch had stepped back into the shadows likely observing him. The green blade swung towards him as he parried and attempted to get behind the young one, blocking the master from striking him. He ducked under the blade of the Rodian and rammed one of his swords upwards into the Jedi's chest, the blade entering at his lower rib cage and exiting at the base of his neck. His master cried out as Sahktan reached his long tongue around the neck of the fool, tasting the green blood oozing from his corpse. One to go.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

​Post 3
​Objective B
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​The Shaman Primarch continued on his brisk walk about the Temple, making headways to his objective. He could feel it, calling to him. Ebbing and flowing through the Cosmic force. It was the source of their power, the source of their knowledge. The combined knowledge of both Jedi and Crystalline Primate.

​However no task was so easily accomplished. The Primarch knew this to be true, watching as his Jedi prey stalked the corridors; searching for an exit as it guided the Younglings behind it. The Primarch sunk into the force, his form almost completely enveloped. Azarak became the shadows of the hallway, eyes peered from every corner as the Jedi found themselves turning in circles one after the other. He had invaded their minds, twisting the refuge of their Temple into a horror. A horror that drew from reality, escape was impossible. Death was inevitable.

​As the Jedi Knight turned around, he was alone. The Younglings, Azarak had already taken them. It was the Primarch's fantasy, his craving to feed. His hunger drew out the best in him. Trapped alone in their own nightmare, the Primarch used the illusion to drain them of their life energy. He gifted them the chance to face their fears on two feet. Most didn't take his gifts kindly. All the same, the younglings were little more than drained Husks scattered about the Hallway when he was finished.

​The Jedi Knight was no different. Azarak was all around him, within and without. His teeth, sank into flesh. His fingers tapped against the Knights skull. Soon, his body was weak. Soon, his muscles atrophied and he was a lifeless husk, motionless on the floor.

​The Primarch stood over the jittering half-dead Jedis, inhaling deeply, gleefully. He would savour this moment before he continued.

 

[Selkollar]

Objective C
Post Three

The Jedi had ambushed the duo and Selkollar was furious. Such an act was filled with dishonor, though Selkollar had ordered ambushes in the past. This however was quite personal and it took everything in Selkollar not to react to the battle. Sahktan's combat abilities however were quite fun to watch, and Selkollar melted into the shadows as he watched. Even fending off the master of the Padawan was impressive, and Selkollar was proud of such a feat.

Once the Rodian had been beaten, the teacher screamed in pain watching his death. Selkollar however was no longer going to allow such insolence, and he outstretched his hand towards the young Jedi. Thoughts of unease and sickness ran through her body as Selkollar manipulated her anatomical systems with his mind. A great nausea would debilitate her at this point, and her combat abilities would be useless. Stepping out from the shadows and walking close to her, Selkollar continued to concentrate as he poisoned her body.

However, the distant scream of a Drael took his focus for only a second. The Jedi sprung from her position once Selkollar's hold on her body failed, and her saber thrusted forward. In the blink of an eye, the blue saber clashed against Selkollar's other hand, as he caught the beam entirely. Streaks of light and power were emanating from the contact, and she continued to push her saber against his shield. Selkollar frowned at the attack, and his other hand reached out to her face and grabbed it. Squeezing as hard as he could, Selkollar increased strength allowed him to crush her skull and snatch her life. The flurried combat was quick, and it resulted in her body crumpling to the ground.

Looking up from the Jedi's fallen body, Selkollar motioned forward.

"We still have much to do. Forward."

The Hierarch led forward this time deeper into the cavern, his eyes wary of all attacks. Eventually, the cavern walls smoothed out and it appeared they were getting closer to the relic itself. Stopping momentarily, Selkollar held out his arm to Sahktan and stopped him from moving. Selkollar could feel the next room was filled with more of the fragile glass enemies that continued to impede them. Looking to the young Drael for guidance, Selkollar raised his brow, practically asking for ideas here.

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