Bryn'adûl | Dominion of Hurikane

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
Post: Nine
Tags- Wrathak | Galak

Tathra allowed the Jedi to rise, lowering his guard slightly as to make his opponent aware of this allowance. The Titan locked eyes with the Jedi, widening his stance as they weighed each other in their minds. The red titan couldn't quite place the look in the man's eyes. It was most certainly shock, but as to what at? He could only guess. It appeared suddenly as Tathra allowed him to rise. Perhaps it was his shock at the sign of intelligence shown by Tathra. Perhaps he mistook them for mindless and cruel up until now.

Now he realised something, something he didn't want to feel or think. A living being no lesser of mind than his own cultured kind were capable of being so different. Tathra stepped forward half a step, Long-Axe held in a close guarded grip. The Jedi gripped his saber tightly, finger thumbing over the activation switch. Tathra waited in silence, standing. The battle raged on around them, isolated on the highest peak of the City.

The Jedi's eyes darted to the battlefields on either side one last time. Looking for a way out? No - affirming to himself that this was his only shot. He active his blade, orange filled the space between them as he shifted into an offensive stance.

"Why?" The Jedi asked.

Tathra could not blame him, wishing to comprehend the truth the Bryn'adûl had discovered that had eluded the Galaxy for so long. However it was too late, too late for him and all the other fledgling species of the Galaxy. They would all fall. Tathra's sole response was a scoff as he readjusted his guard. The Jedi responded, nervous but determined with a half-pirouette and flourish into an upward vertical strike. The red titan responded with a back-step, gently widening the distance between them as he moved with reserved and efficient strategy. He released the Long-Axe into his left hand, held at the upper length of the shaft.

Tathra's right leg pulled back, aligning with his left as to make himself a smaller target and to increase the mobility of his stance. The vertical slice brought the saber up to the blades of the Axe, in anticipatory fashion - Tathra quickly hooked the saber with the swivel of a wrist and with and with the flinging motion of his forearm, carrying the Long-Axe like a weightless beam he quickly pushed aside the Jedi's guard.

 

[Fomoris]

Objective A
Post: 1
Tags- Galak Wrathak Tathra Khaeus

All around him was the sound of death and destruction, the grunts of the other Brutes, both in satisfaction as their shots found their mark or in pain as one of the flechette shots wicked edges burrowed into Baedurin flesh. The scent of other Bryn'adûl always brought forth a predators instincts within Fomoris, a part of him that was usually hidden deep within the disciplined training that clawed it’s way out and urged him to drop his rifle, to even discard his glaive and charge forth, his opponents no longer enemy combatants but prey, to be torn and shredded by tooth and claw.

Shaking his head, the haze that threatened to overcome him began to recede and the Brute forced himself to focus, knowing that a Brute that lost himself to the rage within was one that would not last long in a fire-fight. Firing into the figures in the distance, the satisfying sight of them impaled upon the spikes, the kinetic energy alone from the rounds alone looked to be enough to sunder their bodies, their twitching bodies reminding him of insects stuck upon pins, left to twitch their last before laying still, their bodies serving no other purpose but entertainment for a species so further along the evolutionary scale that they were incapable of understanding their point of view.

Feeling a deep rumble, Fomoris turned, expecting some new crystallized threat to emerge but instead was greeted with the feral form of his General, blood spewing from wounds but appearing all the more triumphant in conquering the pain he must be feeling. As the senior Baedurin raised his rifle and roared, Fomoris raised his own weapon and echoed the roar, invigorated by the appearance of the leader. Watching Galak move to rearm himself, Fomoris snarled and began to open fire once again at the enemy lines, but now with a smile upon his face. With Galak standing with them, the time until they advanced and he would feel his enemies crushed before him in glorious melee had come that much nearer.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
Post: Ten
Tags - Wrathak | Fomoris | Galak

With his right hand free, Tathra lurched toward the Jedi; bringing his right leg forward and closing the distance almost instantly. Yet, the Jedi turned the momentum of Tathra's deflection into an advantage, using the motion to spin into a crouched position; ducking under Tathra's massive fist. The Jedi took his chance, changing his saber into a backward grip as he rose into a reversed stabbing motion- aimed at Tathra's right knee. The Titan responded by bringing his Axe downward, in a straight arc; pulling back his right leg in the shift of momentum. The Jedi had to relinquish his advantage, spinning to the left, already breathless. The speed, the ferocity - it was like nothing the Jedi had ever seen.

Right hand clasping the end of the Long-Axe's shaft; Tathra waited, he saw the desperation in the Jedi. He'd capitalise on any weakness he saw, even if it didn't make sense. He slashed in a quick upwards strike at Tathra's throat, however the Titan was prepared. His right hand guided the massive Long-Axe as it slashed through the stomach of the Jedi, the motion brought the Axe up to his defence as his right arm raised in the motion of striking, bringing the lower half of the shaft in the way of the Jedi's blade.

When the two connected, the Jedi had only noticed then what his mistake had been. his legs gave out first and he fell with blade in hand. Death came in milliseconds, the Jedi did not fight it. He had given up entirely. Tathra scoffed, placing his Axe onto his back.

Those words were the Titans sole appraisal as he continued onward, climbing down from the Snipers Nest to evaluate the means required to lower their bridge. A total of six chains held the bridge in place, Tathra targeted the largest two. He slashed at the first, severing it at the link and causing the entire bridge to jitter. Dust and rock falling from it in the process, moments later the Titan approached the second chain. He'd had quite enough of this charade. With a final blow, the remaining Chains broke apart under the massive weight of the bridge as it came crashing down onto the other side.

Tathra jogged to the end of the archway, standing above the entrance to the city where all his mighty Bryn'adûl Warriors could see him. Tathra raised his Axe, slamming his fist into the silver breastplate.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post 7
Objective B
Tags - Xrobas H'kahn |

Entering the doorway, ahead was a large marble crystal. He could feel it, alive with life and wonder. The Shaman walked along the edge of the railway, feeling the timid fear of the catalyst also. His staff trailed behind him, sliding against the metal floor as the Primarch stalked around the catalyst for a moment - savouring that fear.

But now, he understood what it was. A nexus of force energy, of the light. Of those that prevailed to serve the weak. An fiendish glee consumed the Primarch in that moment, he had killed those that it had been born from and now, it stood defenceless before him.

It was only for a moment, in truth he'd already conquered the catalysts defences. All that remained was to destroy it, the Primarch pressed forward his staff - releasing a powerful pulse of white energy from the conduit on his staff; draining the life and force energy of the catalyst. He could feel it, screaming and dying - scared and afraid.

The Primarch simply cackled, ripping apart the helpless force nexus. The lightside energy rippled and tore at the room, but ultimately could not the powerful force user before it. The Primarch's Staff enhanced his abilities greatly, any force energy it attempted to use in vain attempt to stop the Primarch was absorbing and fuelled into his attack.

Suddenly, it was dead. The force conduit was gone, the energy that held their home together was destroyed and soon the Temple would crumble.

 

[Galak]

Objective: A
Post: Nine
Tags - Tathra Khaeus | Wrathak | Fomoris |

Galak nodded in response to the Drone Commander, moving to the armoury the General picked up two Radesh Shredders in either hand, placing his Automatic Rifle on his back, it was out anyway. But he would clean it later. The General left the armoury with the Drone Commander in toe.

"You've done well Commander Wrathak. Your Drones have served the Brute forces here well, our Rhivaks can mask our flanks when the Bridge falls." The General moved to the front of their forces, feeling rugged yet vitalised by the encouraging greeting given by the Brutes under his Command. Galak nodded to Fomoris, moving to speak with him regarding their situation when they all heard it.

Galak's eyes shot up eagerly, seeing the Bridge shift slightly. "Yes..!" Galak whispered to himself, watching as if nothing but an on-looker - completely soaked in by the actions unfolding in front of him. Then, the massive bridge came crashing down; nearly crushing their closest forces. Galak ran ahead of their forces, finding a small hill just before the Bridge.

"The Chieftain has lowered the bridge! Come with me and take this city!" The General roared through the pain, raising his shaking right arm as he leapt down onto the bridge; charging forward with the Rhivaks, Brutes and Drones at the front. The Crystal men and their Jedi protectors poured out from the Gate - they were desperate.

Galak opened fire with the dual Shredders, causing ripples of explosions to tear through their immediate forces.

 

[Wrathak]

Objective: A
Tags - Tathra Khaeus | Galak | Fomoris

Once General Galak had gotten his weapons, Wrathak followed him out, intent on heading to the next battlefield. For now, he wasn't in command anymore, Galak was. Grinning slightly at the compliment, Wrathak thumped his fist against his chest plate once more, thanking the general. Then he heard the noise, the same as every other brute there. Turning his gaze towards the bridge, he saw their sire break the bridge down single handedly. Raising up his fist to the heavens as well, Wrathak let out a roar, one repeated by many others in the horde around him.

Then he charged forth, following directly beside the general, his own drones not far behind, mixed in with the dozens of other troops from the horde roaring and charging. Drawing out his wendigo spiker in one hand, Wrathak aimed it towards the defenders charging out, loosing 3 shots towards the enemy. Those 3 shots tore through several people in the front ranks, even as they dropped, more came to fill their spots, fear and courage in their eyes. Loosing another 3 shot burst, Wrathak roared as they neared the enemy, almost on top of them. And then they were. Slamming into several crystal people, Wrathak crushed them before himself, even as he fired another 6 rounds into the ranks of enemies before himself.

Roaring again as he pushed through the weaker crystal men, Wrathaks drones formed around himself, their various melee weapons swinging and slashing, even as others shot weapons at the enemy. However, Wrathak didn't want to simply slaughter rabble, he wanted a challenge. Thankfully enough, a challenge was approaching quickly, in the form of a Jedi. Raising his spiker one handed once more, he fired another 3 round burst, even as he fluidly brought out his special weapon, a special spear that was rather unique. Grinning as the light shone against the spear, Wrathak roared as he neared the Jedi, before swinging, it's considerable reach enabling him to cut through a pair of crystal men and forcing the Jedi to block the unexpected attack. Grinning, Wrathak fired the last burst of his spiker, attached it to his belt, and then swung once more, roaring his bloodlust to the heavens.

 

[Fomoris]

Objective A
Post: Two
Tags: Tathra Khaeus Galak Wrathak
With a thunderous crash, the bridge collapsed as their Chieftain brought the harrowing of the prey species to its final phase, when the Bryn'adûl could close into glorious melee with their foes. Once they made it that close, there was no hope to stop the coming bloodshed and from the sounds of it, the crystal people knew it for a strange, forlorn noise rang within Fomoris’s ears, the sound of lost hope and dread acceptance.

Like a wave, the knowledge that they would be able to come to grips with their foe hit the Bryn'adûl, and to Fomoris, they changed before his eyes. Whether it was just the Brute himself, or it truly was all those around him but it went from a co-ordinated campaign to now a horde of predators, a literal wave of destruction and hunger, desperate for the blood of those they faced.

As his General raised a bloody fist into the air, Fomoris opened his fanged maw and howled his jubilation into the air, his enormous lungs causing his very breath to assault the air, the scream of a hunter that knows his prey is cornered. As the others charged forward, firing their weapons into their enemies, Fomoris broke out into a sprint, monstrous arms out before him as he charged ferally towards the foe, breaking through crystals with momentum alone.

Blood was in the air and the need to rend, tear and destroy sang through his veins.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
Post: Ten
Tags- Wrathak | Fomoris | Galak |

As the Bryn'adûl Forces ran to him, the Natives defences broke against their tide. Like an ocean of black from the depths of Dark Space, the mighty Warriors of the Bryn'adûl broke them. Spikes shattered their crystalline forms, Jedi and other weaklings of flesh were slaughtered by the dozen. The instinct of flesh told the Titan to leap down amongst his own, to finish this Genocide with them. Another, wishes to watch. Tathra enjoyed watching the work of his creations, their pure savagery was unlike any other. Nothing in this Galaxy could withstand their might, and this was one of the few moments he could savour that notion.

So much of his time was filled with doubt, uncertainty and struggle. But now? Now he watched as his works brought forth a destructive nature he could've only dreamt of decades ago. Whole planets conquered, decimated by the Sector. It was the most gratifying thing in all creation.

Tathra placed his Axe on the magnetic sheath on his back, walking to the other end of the archway over the bridges entrance into the city. He had savoured that feeling quite long enough, waltzing at a casual pace to the edge. Their enemy had been pushed back just beyond the archway. He took his Belt-Fed Launcher from his back, firing down at the crowded natives before leaping to the ground. As he landed, the Titan lurched; pulling the Axe from his back as he slashed at the enemy.

As they pressed on the enemies position, their Rhivaks quickly maneuvered around and obliterated any dug in resistance, the Savage Drones forced them out into the light, out in the open where they were ultimately destroyed. In less than a night, the remaining forces of the natives and Jedi on Hurikane were eradicated for all time.

Their city was decimated, soon turned to little more than ash and rubble as the Servitors descended upon it following the battle. Their Jedi Temple lay in ruin, the catalyst of the Lightside Nexus wiped off the face of the map by the Primarch.