Bryn'adûl | Dominion of Hurikane

[Xrobas H'kahn]

Objective B


The harsh wind roared past the mountain ranges like an icy whip across the back of a slave. Though, Xrobas, the Drael mutant, could not feel the chilling air past his scorching flesh. Only thing he felt was his lust for the blood he would soon surely spill. His target was a structure a few miles ahead, deep within the mountain ranges he found himself marching across. There he would find a den of sin and blasphemy that he had not yet seen before. A pitiful group of Force-dependent parasites that needed to be eradicated from the galaxy.

Xrobos leaped from mountain to mountain. His incredible strength and agility carried him across the range towards the crystal structure. His mutation left scorch marks wherever he landed, making his mark on the planet. As the structure came into view, Xrobos let out a guttural growl that echoed across the chasm. He could already hear the battle within the temple. The Drael slipped into the temple through a massive hole in its side, likely caused by the fighting. Bodies were strewn across the hall he found himself in. It was like a beautiful work of art that constantly changed and evolved. That's all war was to him. One massive beautiful work of art. The galaxy was the canvas. Xrobos was just another artist.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
​Post: Four

The walls came alive, shifts of crystal against crystal quickly became indiscernible. He took to the finest point, Axe drawn as a Crystaline soldier was mercilessly batted aside, crashing into the oncoming horde. The primitives howled from the dark, like wolves calling to War against the invaders.

The Titan brought his Sword to bare, Axe held aloft in his dominant grasp, dimly glowing eyes cut through the Crystaline Primates; they were little more than streams of life to him. Bits and pieces broke down into almost nothing. They did not belong, they had no right to call this their home.

Their howls were answered, a great boast of war was summoned from the Titan as he flew into a miasma of blades; pirouetting and slashing, crushing with great broad strokes with the Axe; quick efficient jabs with the Sword. The world around Tathra seemingly disappeared, his vision discarded all things unimportant. The only thing he could see were the enemies in front of him.

Perhaps he enjoyed it too much.

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[Galak]

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

​Torrents of Spiker Fire rained down over the Crystaline creatures. The massive Brutes pushed down on the natives defences, Savage Drones splintered their offence, Rhivaks obliterated their numbers. But even then, there was so many of them. From corner to corner, the primitives poured out from every corner, every crevice. Even if they had them outgunned, it felt like there was no end to them.

​Crystal shards and dirt fell from above, filtering into the small creases of Galak's carapace. The sweat made it ticklish, annoying, but luckily that momentary annoyance alerted him from what came. Wary eyes shot up as the Crystal men poured out from a hole in the ceiling. The Brute Captain raised his rifle, managing off a short burst of rounds before a tidal wave of them came crashing down.

​His vision was blurred, crashing down from the hilltop into the ground. His weapon still firing, tumbling down through some strange cave beneath them. Another rock, rolling through a slew of mud and crystal chunks. Finally, his descent was halted; falling into a pained crumple, instinctively pulling his RAW closer, half cradling the weapon as the Captain pushed himself to his feet.

 

[Kyrim Tenebris]

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Post 1​

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While the main force crushed the temple and the "sacred" sites, Rhivak Squad went their own way, hunting the various nomadic groups, both seemingly for sport and for their crystals.

Kasigura's and Spike Rifles in-hand, the group casually surrounded their first rocky insectoid out cove. With much glee and arrogance the group pounced as one in an effort to increase their surprise, but they were the ones surprised instead, and rightly so. In thinking of their prey as insects, they had anticipated that their sharp blades would cut straight through to bone and blood, but instead were dulled on pure stone and crystal.

Many a frustrated zealot lashed out in pure unabated anger, shooting spikes into parts of the insects which looked like heads, or smashing them with clubs or bare fists. But Kyrim launched the ball of his Kasigura into the back of one of them, smashing through the crystals and stone and out onto the other side. "Use blunt force!" He yelled to his team as he continued to scythe the chain-ball around him, spraying fragments of crystal and stone from each of the insects he hit.

 

[Sahktan]

Objective C

Post 3

Companions / [member="Selkollar"]

Sahktan sneered as he watched the Hierarch crush the skull of the Jedi master, removing his blade from the Rodian who fell to the rocks with a thud. The two Jedi laid motionless on the stones. Sahktan watched as their green and red blood mixed as it crept down the corridor, slowly pooling into crevices in the rock. The young Drael felt more energized than ever, he stood proud over their victims. As the Hierarch spoke he reconnected his blades into its polearm form, wiping the blood from its edge with a rag from his tunic. He quickly crawled forward to keep pace with the Hierarch, standing up and walking slowly behind him.

As the two walked he noticed the cavern began to transition from jagged rocks to smooth curved corridors. His eyes darted about at the murals adorning the stone walls, perhaps the Hierarch was taking them to a temple? He was looking away towards a stone carving when the Hierarch's arm raised, stopping him in his tracks. At the same moment the two stopped, he felt the presence of several crystal soldiers ahead of them, likely in the next room. The Hierarch turned to him for guidance and his mind raced, the crystal enemies would likely take little physical damage from force lightning due to their lack of organic material. However, it could be used to flush them out.

"I may have an idea Hierarch. It will take much of my force power, but if I focus a deep fear into our adversaries, paired with a blast of force lightning from your hands. We can draw them out into the corridor, riddled with fear and electricity coursing through them. As soon as they exit through that archway we can cut them down with ease." With that, Sahktan reached out with his right hand, focusing deeply on the enemies and the room they were in. All went dark to him, all he could see was himself, and the fear pouring from his fingertips. The feelings of fear and panic crept out from him and took hold of the enemies, seeping into their minds. They would all soon perish.

 

[Selkollar]

Objective C
Post 4

The Hierarch nodded to the idea, and felt the absolute fear that Sahktan was pouring into the adjacent room. The creatures, though crystalline, could definitely feel the primal hatred bear down upon them. Most broke and scattered every which way, some of them running directly towards the two Drael. Tapping into his raw emotion, as soon as the crystal beings could be spotted, Selkollar threw out streams of lightning upon them. The crackling of power and electricity ignited the air and utterly ruined the crystal beings structure. Unearthly screams filled the hallway as the beings fell to dust as they broke a part. Some still stood guard however, and they advanced upon both Drael viciously.

Imbuing himself with as much primal strength as he could, Selkollar moved against two of the crystal beings. Both attacked, with one striking Selkollar truly. A small blade cut through his skin ever so slightly, and the pain shot through him. However, with his body still enhanced, the strike just angered the Hierarch. Rage filling him, Selkollar grabbed the blade and broke it with a simple squeeze. With another fluid motion, the Hierarch jabbed the being and broke his "face" into many small pieces. The other crystal being, noticing the swift retribution, backed off from the attack. However, it was no use. Selkollar simply pointed at him, and his body exploded outwards like a sudden combustion.

Unable to focus on his ally, Selkollar was not aware of how well he was doing with mopping up the enemies of the Bryn'adul.

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[member="Sahktan"]​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Objective: A
​Post: Five

​The titan cut his way through the Crystal primitives, cutting them down with a thoughtless savagery. There was nothing, his mind was empty. His eyes saw nothing but humanoid shapes of heat, one or two in front; then another. It was senseless violence, but it was required. Every kill, every death. Every primitive creature torn from the safety of its home, slaughtered. Each kill was a meaningful one. Not so much impersonal, just necessary. The Titan took to the high ground on a small slope, they'd pushed them back.

​The Crystal men were retreating into the depths of their caves, through their secret tunnels. Only a few remained within the entrance. The Long-Axe carved through a Crystal humanoid as it drew close to the Titan, the sheer kinetic impact caused its rightmost upper limb to be flung to the side as the rest of its body crashed hard, mutilated into the ground. Tathra turned on his heel, hearing the horde clawing up the steeper side. Tathra took his Belt-Fed Launcher from his back, firing off two shells; clearing the swarm out as they drew closer.

​He took a moment of reprieve, reassessing their forces. Small casualties, or at least as far as he could tell. Among the piles of primitive dead, it was hard to spot their own. His eyes flickered through visions, however the Human Eye was of no use in this pitch-black darkness.

​"Through the tunnels, split into groups with two Rhivaks each. Burn their mongrel hides."

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[Galak]

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

Before the Brute could rise to his feet, a Crystal creature charged him with a sharpened crystalline-blade, jamming it into his arm as he attempted to rise; causing him to drop him weapon. Galak grasped with his free hand, slamming the humanoid creature into the wall. One from behind slashed at his right knee, causing him to fall as he slammed the other into the wall.

​Galak winced, feeling the sting of the unnaturally sharp blade as it gut through the back ligaments of his knee; the Brute dropped to his knee; his rifle sliding away from him. Galak reached back, grabbing the Creature behind him and pulling it overhead; its sharp blade streaked along his head. Galak slammed his fist into its chest, crushing it.

​The Brute growled in pain, three injuries he could've avoided; three foolish injuries that'd slow him down. He still had to move. The Brute pushed to his feet, quickly picking up his rifle as he scanned the area. Luckily, darkness was no problem for Draelvasier. The Brute raised his rifle, slowly making his way forward. The blood trickling from his head wound was irritating, having to wipe it away every thirty or so seconds meant his hand was off the rifle.

​The further he got in, the more he could hear the combat. But this particular tunnel appeared to be empty, nothing but bodies; old bodies. They must've closed this particular tunnel off years ago. Hopefully, he'd find a way out these Crystal Men hadn't. Though, who'd know their territory better than them?

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post 4
​Objective B
Tags- [member="Nagartha"], [member="Aovinr"]

​The Primarch continued forward, his energies rejuvenated by the drained Jedi. Their remains were husk-like and deformed, broken. That was the Primarch's life, from Shaman to Adversary. Azarak existed to break things and reshape them into stronger versions of themselves they perhaps could never have imagined. The same applied for the opposite effect, he twisted powerful beings into little more than lifeless flesh, strewn and twisted - sprawled out and humiliated.

​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 all in all he'd never seen someone quite as skilled in the ability of vampirism beyond those racially skilled with the ability. The Primarch had no equal in this regard, none matched him bar perhaps the Hierarch.

​Further down the hallway, Jedi lingered in fear; mere beckons of life quickly supressed as the Shaman made his way towards the heart of the Temple. He would find the heart of the Temple. Whilst those of lesser station fought against the Jedi and Crystal naves. Azarak sought out something that called to them all, a deep echo through the force.

​A wellspring of cosmic force energy in the heart of the Temple. He would find it, and it would be subdued and destroyed. Everything in the name of weakness would fall.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
​Post: Six

​At their Chieftains behest, the Bryn'adûl forces divided into Strike Teams lead by the Rhivaks, Tathra lead what was left-over of their forces deeper into the main encampment of the Crystal Men. They were dug in deep, however their primitive defences were no great adversary for the firepower of the Bryn'adûl military.

​Tathra was deep into the fight, perhaps a few hours had passed. Perhaps more. Wild eyes cared little for more than victory. Wild eyes sickly with an age old greed; Wrath. His garments were soaked in blood, layered with scraps of crystal and rock, armour stained and rugged. What remained of their Savage Drone deployment was less than half of what they'd arrived with and still the beasts fought on, tirelessly. The Drones and Brutes had fought well, decimating the overwhelming numbers of the Crystal men within the caves.

​Now all that remained was a final push. Ahead, beyond their encampment was an underground city. Built to mimic those that had come before them, endless spiralling tunnels and various machinations. Even some carried basic weaponry, swords and bows crafted from wood, rock and crystal. Even as exhaustion set in, the Bryn'adûl were surged on by the desperation shown by the primitives. The light at the end of the tunnel was near.

​| [member="Galak"] |​

 

[Galak]

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

​Galak activated the flashlight on his rifle, scouring through the ancient cave and ruins wasn't exactly what the Brute had expected. The sounds of Rhivaks firing above was accompanied by dirt. It was coming from above, from the cracks, the tunnel was unstable. It made it difficult to keep his eyes open, using the flashlight as a guide to navigate through the tunnel. At the turn of ever corner the Brute hesitated before leaping out into the open, rifle at the ready. His wounds had slowed him a little, but more than anything it'd shook his confidence.

​Fear, fear cut away at the pit of his stomach; making every simple action a strenuous task. Climbing down under a half-sunken alcove, Galak slid to the bottom of the slope; raising his rifle once more as he scanned the area. There was something strange on the wall. The Brute raised his flashlight to it as he drew closer, he didn't recognise it immediately - It was a series of paintings of their stories. A find that would perhaps be valuable to the Seers.

​The Drael drew a small blade, plunging it into the rock and removing a small section of the illustration. Either way, if he couldn't find a way out; it wouldn't matter what he found. He had to continue onward, and find a way out.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
Post: Seven
Tags

• - Galak
• - Wrathak

The push into the City was arduous and long, requiring a great many undertakings of reformation to make paths more suitable for their forces. It was only a matter of time before Tathra and the Bryn'adûl reached them, and wiped out the remainder of their Covenant. This was a knowledge both Tathra and the Primitives shared, it made them all the more desperate and he could taste it - resulting in the Chieftain's fiendish glee reaching all new heights. They were a malevolent black horde upon them, usurping their assumed Strengths and turning their greatest Weaknesses upon them like fire to oak.

Ahead where twin towers overlooking a bridge which sat over a precipice with a depth of many miles. Tathra halted in his pace, flippant discarding of his imminent foes as a clawed crimson hand extended from the right; aiming at the towers.

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Tathra barked fiercely, stringent confidence brimming from his thudding voice as he swivelled the Long-Axe in the palm of his dominant-hand. The Rhivaks unleashed their powerful plasmatic beams, born from the massive curved horns that adorned their heads, three beasts firing at each pillar. Their primitive defences were not designed to deal with Tank Shattering fire. The towers lower halves received multiple blasts, slowly chipped away at till they had become unstable. Elsewhere, Tathra guided a smaller group of Zealots and Brutes through an alternative corridor, leaving the control of the main forces in the capable hands of his subordinates. En route, they discovered massive crystalline beasts; spider-centipede like creatures spewing some form of clay webbing that quickly hardened. They aimed for their weaponry, neutering their long range capabilities whilst turning the Brutes and Zealots melee weaponry into clubs. Yet Tathra was a step faster than the strange creatures, dodging their acidic spews and decapitating or otherwise disassembling their foes.

His Drael soldiers followed with zeal, flanking around the enemy's bridge defences. They were drawing closer, Tathra and his troops were moving along an interior high-rise walkway above the main enemy force; their intent was to neutralise their archers first. Turning a corner to a rope-bridge leading to the Archers Nest, Tathra was the first across the rope-bridge, but also the last. From behind, his elite senses could hear would he could not perceive, the ignition of a Lightsaber - cutting the bridge. Before the Titan could so much as react, he was in freefall.

 

[Wrathak]

Objective A
Tags: Galak | Tathra Khaeus

Crystals, Wrathak didn't know what they Byrn'adûl could possibly use them for, but their leader, Tathra, wanted them, so Wrathak would supply them. That's why he was on this planet, fighting against this enemy, killing the crystal creatures. So far, the Byrn'adûl had pushed hard and far, and currently they were nearing a bridge. In the crowd of warriors, Wrathak was there, leading his drones in battle.

Roaring to the heavens, or rather ceiling, Wrathak smashed down another creature before pushing on, allowing his drones to finish off the rest of the crystalline creatures in the immediate area. Looking forward, he saw the city in the near distance. More importantly, he saw the bridge that was preventing them from entering the place and destroying it completely, before taking what was rightfully theirs.

Looking around himself, Wrathak noticed that most were in disarray for various reasons. Yes, they'd be ready to charge the bridge, but they wouldn't do so as effetively as if they were semi organized. Stepping up onto a nearby rock, Wrathak roared for their attention and set about the task of organizing the Byrn'adûl for th attack.
"Send up the drone heavy troopers first, have them ready to soak up damage. Then the regular drones mixed in with drone commanders. Sire Tathra is up there, we shall not disappoint our sire! The bridge shall fall soon, and then this city will belong to the Byrn'adûl!"

 

[Xrobas H'kahn]

Objective B

Xrobas could see the temple nearby. The sounds of battle echoed through the mountains. With haste, the mutated drael leaped from the mountainside and latched onto the temple's walls. With his mighty fist, he broke through a mass glasteel window and slithered into the temple. Several guards were on the move to join the battle when they spotted Xrobas. Swiftly, they stopped in their tracks and turned their guns towards Xrobas. The drael roared intensely as he lunged at the guards, butchering them with his claws. Their screams filled the air until there was only silence. Nothing left of them but their bloody and charred remains.

Xrobas kept moving, deeper within the temple, cutting through any heretics that stood in his way. The drael came across a room, near empty save for an altar at the center illuminated by a single light above it. Xrobas walked close to it, but not lowering his senses to anything around him in case of retaliation. As he moved closer to the altar, he could see a pair of metal bracers, each one with intricate designs and enchanting jewels embedded into them. Xrobas quickly swiped these bracers from the altar and clasped them onto his own wrists. He took a moment to admire them before retreating from the room and continuing the assault on the temple.

 

[Galak]

Objective: A
Post: Seven
Tags - Tathra Khaeus | Wrathak

There appeared to be light! Light and water. he heard it first, repetitive drips trickling down into the abandoned mineshaft me small crack in the foundation. It looked like the path he'd discovered was directly under a stream. The closer he got, the louder the water overhead became. Galak couldn't help but feel the uncertainty of how far he'd fallen clawing at his innards. It was a terrible fate, he'd starve, shrivel and give away to a pathetic bony-frame and then he'd die with no glory.

Not only was that sole aspect of failure a concern, but the prospect of the waterfall was equally daunting. He'd have to use his Glaive as a counter-weight, and hopefully that'd be enough to get the water flow the budge. Galak hesitated for a moment, suddenly thrown back to his training; he'd hesitated like this before, hesitated to kill a member of his Squad who'd betrayed their tenants. Such hesitation itself was a heretical act, he remembered how the sun boiled on his back; the fear in the Brute Minors eyes. His General, Tarask had screamed in his ear; her claws slashed at his neck, he knew then that he'd die if he didn't do what was needed.

This situation was no different, and this obstacle was merely one born of his own fear. The Brute General raised his Glaive, thrusting one of the blades into the gap and pulled with all his strength to gain some small leverage. Nothing came at first, then a tinkle and then an explosion of water. Several metric tons of rock and water lashed at Galak; knocking him over and pulling him with the current.

The Glaive was snapped, the crumbling lock causing half of it to slice into Galak's left eye, the Baedurin screamed but soon those screams were gargled whispers of pain. The Brute grasped desperately, digging fingers into the rock wall and pulling himself forward against the current. His vision was halved, and the cold water in his system was karking up his nerves. The Brute pulled inch by inch, needing to cross into the shallow before the tunnel was filled and he'd be pulled down by his own weight. Galak reached the shallows, but the current was fiercest yet - in a panicked motion, the Brute General tore the broken Glaive half from his wounded eye and stabbed it into the rock, using it to pull himself up and out of the water.

The General fell, exhausted.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
Post: Eight
Tags- Galak | Wrathak


Freefall.

A moment of panic ensued as his mind was jolted; the lack of control and the sudden separation from his Units was distressing. But now wasn't the time for panic, he had to suspend his fall. Even with the wind beating against him, his lensed eyes allowed him unimpeded sight even now. He only had milliseconds to think, he'd either grapple onto the falling bridge of he'd be a splatter on the ground. Instinctively he reached out, dominant hand grasping at the strands of the rope bridge to postpone his descent. The massive red Titan held tight onto the loose strands, tensing his upper body in preparing for the kinetic slam as the rope came to the end of its length.

Tathra shot out his legs, metal boots grinding against the massive pillar beneath the Snipers Nest, trying to slow his momentum. Instead, the rope snapped at the other end. Tathra growled in response, frustration as his right hand grasped at the rock pillar; fingers digging into the rock. Nails snapped, skin torn from his fingers. He quickly took his Axe from his back, slamming its head into the rock; the fine blades cut into the rock and caused his fall to halt. Finally, his right hand found suitable rock to grasp able to hold himself steady. Up above, it seemed that the Saber wielder had killed his troops, some of their corpses fell beyond him. Tathra snarled, pulling himself up as to hold the Axe at the top of the shaft; using it to the slowly work his way up the pillar. It was difficult to find proper footing or grip but he managed.

Slowly, the Chieftain made his way up to the Snipers Nest. He was close, reaching the outer-rail of the Snipers Nest. First them, then the Bridge Controls. As Tathra grasped at the rail, his ears heard what he could not see - the wasp like hum of a Saber. The Titan pulled himself up into a jump, Axe slashing outward. The Jedi was shocked, falling into a defensive stance - getting knocked back and onto the ground was his best option. Tathra landed, immediately activating his shield as the Snipers turned their weapons on him. He charged the Snipers, pulling back his Shield and slashing through them with a large cleaving swing.

The Jedi rose to his feet.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post 5
Objective B
Tags - Xrobas H'kahn

The Primarch could feel the power drawing him closer, the wellspring of force energy called to all who mastered the Cosmic gifts of the Universe. That, was something the Jedi seemingly misunderstood; the Universe had no say, it had no bias against one thing or another. It called to him the same it called to any inferior species. Their paths, their weakness was of no consequence to the Force. Their feeble sacrifices were insignificant in the greater scheme of the world. All they perceived as important, all of it would turn to dirt in their mouths.

Turning a corner, Azarak found himself with no adjacent paths - only a long hallway ahead. The door was more decorative than the others he'd seen, it was likely a lock before the source. The Primarch stalked through the hallway cautiously with his super-heated dual Glaives in hand, his force held in reserve for what would come next. Yet, to his surprise no wretch pulled themselves from shadows to face him. There was nothing, silence. Finally, the only thing ahead was the door.

The Primarch placed both of the blades onto his back, examining the various carvings on the doors frame. It appeared to be a puzzle of some kind, though he did not recognise the glyphs as any particular language. The Drael reached out with a hand, long and calloused fingers grazing against the crystal and marble frame; examining the texture and touch of the door. The Door and its frame radiated with a faint heat, but nothing more that offered the Primarch any guess as to how he could open it.

He did not wish to force the door open, that could perhaps make his entry more difficult. Azarak focused his force energy into the palm of his hand, linking his own energy to that of the enchanted door. A living pulse encircled his hand in response. At least that informed him that the puzzle was relevant to the Force in its unlocking. Backing up a little, Azarak looked over the glyphs once more before taking a stance with both arms outstretched. He would attempt to use the force to interact further, he could feel that his mind was blocked from the contents within; but the door responded as it grew slightly cold. The Shaman relaxed into a more casual stance. He couldn't help but feel frustrated but he would get through that door, one way or another.

 

[Galak]

Objective: A
Post: Eight
Tags - Wrathak | Tathra Khaeus

Droplets of water splashed against the defeated General, half-conscious and bleeding profusely from his left eye socket. Galak lay bare, his rifle resting against his chest as the water crashed over him form like a sturdy rock in the ocean. Though he was in fact a stubborn Brute, barely able to move from the exhaustion. His eyes closed, finally allowing himself to rest now that he presumed he was safer than before.

A lone, pained breath escaped his thick gullet. That was when he felt a rumble, the ground shook as quickly thereafter the sound of a loud explosion came. Galak's eyes shot open, fingers tightening around the handle of his rifle. With some effort, he pushed himself up with the Rifle - standing to his feet. His mind was shook with embarrassment, he was in that moment glad he was alone. Lying down to rest amid combat, what a great gesture of weakness. One, he would address head on. He needed to be stronger, to never tire.

Life came back to him now, adrenaline and blood in his veins even as it also seeped from his blinded eye. Galak looked up as he reached the even of the Ravine, the enemy city. The sound of battle was close, and Galak would reunite with his Brutes. The General slowly began to make his way upward, climbing and traversing the rocky terrain amid bodies and discarded weapons.

A few minutes later and he was clambering over a large rock, retreating into the confines of his own troops defences as a flachette turret shot at his heels. Landing amongst his own, some Brutes noted the return of their General, he roared in return - raising his rifle to protest strength. Galak saw the closest Drone Commander, they were dug in deep.

"Commander Wrathak!"

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post 6
Objective B
Tags - Xrobas H'kahn

The Primarch understood that the attempt of a forced entry would leave him with nothing. Drek'ma would need to use his abilities, he would manipulate and control - he would do as he had done to a thousand beasts, he would control. However, no animal simply gave in to pure domination. Trust and patience was required, the trust of his strength and purity. The trust of his devotion to them. The force and its entities were simply different kinds of beasts, they too could be manipulated and altered through his will.

The Primarch relinquished for a moment, lowering himself into a meditative seated position. He reached out, reaching into the animal before him with the familiar hand of a eager friend. The Primarch's mind became an echo chamber, a warm and gentle area as he invited the force energy of what lay beyond the door. Slowly but surely, the force energy became a swathe in his world. A soft, push and pull as waves of it soaked the edges of his mind, his power.

"...Good..." His deep, brittle voice rattled out low and sunk into the ground; a meek pleasure emanating from his stomach and reverberating about the hallways and corridors.

The Primarch guided the waves, further and further upon the shore of his mind. The fertile ground grew, soaking up the water and pulling it further into the shore as the tides grew stronger. It was perhaps then, that the ocean and the force entity within understood what was happening. By then, the force entity was within his mind; consumed by his reality. And thusly, as the tsunami engulfed the ocean so did the Primarch fully dominate the entity.

The glyphs on either side of the doorframe lit up in a semi circular succession until reaching the final glyph at the top. The Primarch rose, eyes finally opening as he began to slowly walk toward the entrance. Whatever could be called a grin for the reptilian and armoured visage of the Primarch sat upon his face, forked tongue slithering around the gaps of his gritted teeth.

 

[Wrathak]

Objective A
Tags: Galak | Tathra Khaeus

Preparations went by quickly, with Wrathak merely shouting out several more orders, preparing the troops for their charge across the bridge. Rhivaks had come forward, preparing their weapons for shooting, drones and heavy brutes positioned at the front to soak up any damage from the defenders. Behind them came the more valuable of the bryn'adûl, ready to cause far more damage than the drones ever could. And above them all, standing on a rocky outcropping, was Wrathak, looking out and feeling far more powerful than he had ever before. This power was but a glimpse of those higher than himself, and he knew one day it may be his, but for now, he must lead his drones and more to glory evermore, for Tathra.

It was around this that Wrathak noticed movement away from the main group. Turning his head to look, Wrathak watched as the Brute General Galak appeared. Then he heard the call for himself, to which Wrathak responded with his own shout, even as he made his way towards the general.
"General Galak! It is good to see you once more. I've prepared the force for attack, all that needs happen is for the bridge to fall. Then we attack. I was going to order the rhivaks forward soon, however now that you're here, this group falls under your command sir." At the last comment, Wrathak slammed his meaty fist against his chest, saluting the general in his way. Looking the general over then, he noticed just how wounded he seemed, and weaponless. Grinning at the sight, Wrathak nodded his head once more. "By the looks of it, you've been bloodying them well so far. We have many extra weapons at your disposal sir, over here at the armory. If I may ask, what did you face that caused so much damage?"

As he asked this question and spoke with the general, Wrathak led Galak towards a small armory, where many, many weapons were ready to be grabbed. Almost any common weapon of the bryn'adûl was there, ready to be taken. Wrathak looked out towards the assembled army once more, taking in everything at their disposal. It was truly an impressive sight, one that would shake this city to its core and break it whole.