Bryn'adûl | Dominion of Lowick

[Primal Architect]

Jedi General Asath Bren - Jedi Temple Outer Defences

​Bren raised his saber cutting down another Drone, using what little life remained in his body to continue to fight. Yet, his movements became slower, his strikes more sluggish. He'd been fighting for days, and it was showing. The wound was seething, burning. But the force was still about him, it surged in him. Perhaps it knew these were his last moments, perhaps not.

​Should he have felt guilt? Guilt for already having given in? By serving the code to his final breath, was he ultimately betraying the very people he fought to protect? The questions caused him to falter, his guard low and reckless abandon took him.

​"General! Hralhgh..!"

​The Temple Guard was flung, two limbs removed and crashing into a shattered tree. Bren turned on his heel, seeing the massive red alien. Golden eyes, massive armour, weapon. He was their leader, no doubt. He'd cut down a Temple Guard like he was nothing. Suddenly, the Jedi was revitalised - purpose.

​The force enveloped him, using a telekinetic grasp to lift the fallen bark and launching it at the Titan. Bren's mind sought out the fallen Temple Guards saber, pulling it to his off hand as well as he launched again into the middle of the combat. Three blades, swinging in beautiful symmetry.

​He'd cut his way through them all, and then he'd end this cataclysm here and now.

​Within the Temple

​The ceiling concaved, large shards falling as strange beasts dove inward from the sky. The soldiers within were bolstered by Jedi forces retreating from the outer walls, they had civilians to defend. The El'Dolar breaking through the ceiling allowed for an entry, point. Soon, Savage Drones were scaling the Temple like a swarm of spiders, crawling through the gaps and into the Temple.

​| [member="Wrathak"] | [member="Galak"] | [member="Lerropten"] | [member="Bralor Azkaroth"] | [member="Maekhar"] |​

 

[Lerropten]

Lerropten and his El'Dolar were the first to get in as he gave it the order to attack the guards and Jedi. He noticed something though. The next generation of these Jedi. All strong. Best take care of thing, He looked at his beast, simply pointing to let it do the dirty work. He watched carefully, trying to get a feel of who was there. Then the last one was there, and Lerropten quickly stopped his beast.

"Take them!" The El'Dolar screamed and quickly grabbed the youngling, taking them out of them temple and towards the ship he came on. He smiled slightly, knowing he had a new test subject. He then looked at the others, directing them the continue their onslaught.

 

[Galak]

Post 3
Objective A
​Tags- [member="Aharon’Ra"], [member="Wrathak"], [member="Lerropten"], [member="Bralor Azkaroth"]

​Galak brought the shaft of the Glaive under the length of his right arm; bringing the weapon into a two-handed grip as he thrust it at the crumpled form of the Temple Guard. The fallen female rose slightly, just in time to divert the Glaive with the force. Galak's face lit up with surprise; his weapon imbedded in the trench wall, chunks of dirt flung each and every way.

​The Jedi pulled her Saber to her, igniting one end of the saber staff as she swung upward and low at his chest. Galak instinctively withdrew, releasing his left grasp on the Glaive, right had loosening as it slid down the length of the Glaive and away from the Jedi's blade. The Brute tore the Glaive from the dirt, bringing it close as the Jedi ignited the other end of her staff in an upward swing.

​The Glaive blocked the blow, but the Jedi had learned their lesson; immediately moving into another strike by retracting her saber and thrusting forward. Galak threw his left foot back, holding the Glaive like a spear as he disengaged quickly, pulling back out of the distance of the Jedi's weapon before returning on the right of it and pushing aside.

​Galak used his advantage in the binding of the blades to push away the Temple Guards defence, trying to close the gap.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective C
Post 7

As she and the other zealots jumped through the trees, the small contingent of drones she had with her followed suit on the ground. It was an exhillerating moment for Hraelga to see how her men managed to jump down and either simply surprise or outright kill and disable small pockets of fleeing survivors, while the drones mopped up the rest. They were getting closer and closer to the place were she believed the majority of the survivors to be, most likely her comrades and brethren were already in the act of slaughtering them all at that place.

"Continue hunting them down, I want not a single survivor remaining within our line," Just as she said so, she had noticed that she had already made quite a distance between herself and the rest of her team and the drone contingent, as they did lack her mutagen which allowed her to be rather limber and agile. Her eyes fell upon a few fleshlings that had seemingly also noticed her, as they were picking up their pace considerably.

Annoyed by th fact that she'd have to choose between letting the fleshlings go to wait for the rest of her team or risking it all on her own, Hraelga jumped down from out of the trees, landing right in front of the small group of fleshlings. "Trying to run, are we?" They didn't seem to understand her words, looking at her with expressions consistingout of fear, confusion and desperation. Alas, it was this desperation which seemed to get the upper hand and the Zealot major had been a bit too drunk on her hunt, her instincts kicking in a little too late when she saw the muzzle flash. "Aaargh, that's not one of those shiny shooter thingies, what is that...it's almost like being shot by a Spike."

Her clawlike hands grabbed for the rifle which had been used to shoot her, inspecting it before tearing it apart. A sharp pain coursed through her shoulder when she exerted the force to rip apart the slugthrower, to only have her realize that something had managed to pierce her carapace and had lodged itself within the flesh underneath said carapace. "This...you inferior fleshlings...you'll all die," As soon as she uttered those words, she let out growl and started running after the group which had used the zealot's confusion to get away. "I will mount each and every one of your heads on spikes and keep them as trophies!!"

 

[Kad]

​Objective: B
​Post: 6

​Gredak dangled, almost helpless as the ship raised to life off, he'd claimed the prize and if he let it get away - it'd be his head on a spike come the aftermath of the Battle. Pulling himself up, Gredak suddenly cursed the extensive plating of his armour, struggling to raise his arm as he jammed his weapon into the gears of the rising landing bay door. The door stuttered in its movement, Gredak's impromptu plan had been successful.

​Snarling from his success, the Zealot Minor pulled himself forward and onto the landing pad. He was surged with new energies, revitalised by his success as he charged up the landing pad; taking his Spiker from his back and opening fire on those within. The Zealot howled in a fiendish chuckle, forked tongue slithering between parted teeth as he engorged himself on the smell of their blood.

​The Zealot made for the cockpit, almost carelessly as he was tackled from the side - knocking down by a rather large Mandalorian. Gredak snarled in a panic. He couldn't reach his blade, and the Mandalorian had his other arm pinned under his body. The Zealot pulled with his body, using his free hand to hold down the Mandalorian like a pin-weight, pushing himself up to free his back and unsheathe his blade.

​The Mandalorian grappled with the Spike rifle, two shots were embedded in his right hand and gauntlet yet he was still fighting fiercely to hold on. Gredak slashed meekly, not even aiming to strike at his flesh but rather bat him away. The kinetic strikes of the blow staggered the smaller man just enough to cause him to stagger. The Zealot turned into a side-kick, knocking his weapon free and firing off the remainder of his magazine into the head and throat of the Mandalorian.

​Next was the pilot.

​| [member="Xrobas H'kahn"] | [member="Kyrim Tenebris"] |​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Objective: A
​Post: 10

​With a Savage slash, the Jedi Temple Guard was cleaved into small, fleshy pieces. The majority of their torso and body was still connected, however the strike had caused chunks to flow from the corpse like a trail to where the body had fallen. Tathra turned slightly, almost nonchalantly backhanding one of the helpless defenders. The man flung through the air a metre and a half, landing in a crumple; entrenched in mud and blood.

​Tathra turned to strike at the large group with his Axe when an obstruction struck him. With widened eyes full of shock, Tathra was taken from his feet as the massive trunk of the fallen tree shattered against him, striking his waist and throwing him to the ground and trailing a few steps in the mud.

​The Titan landed hard, right arm slamming into the ground under the three ton weight of his body. The sound of combat all around had deafened even himself to the loud crash of his body, it took a moment for his composure to return, hand seeking the familiar metal of his Axe within the caked mud. The ground beneath his jagged skin was torn up and twisted as Tathra grinded against it, pushing himself up as his opaque eyes tracked over the trajectory of the projectile. He could not see beyond but a few feet in front of him, a mixture of fire and battling consumed the field of view. However he was sure it was another Force Wielder.

​Tathra moved to push to his feet, as one of their Rhivaks burst from its encroached position, trampling through their own forces and attacking Tathra himself. The creature hooked its lower horn under his waist, throttling Tathra to the ground again. This time, landing on his left shoulder.

​The Rhivak was enraged, unrelenting; the beast dove for him - leaping far and high and landing over him, its miniature arms underneath tearing and striking at him. Tathra grappled with two of the smaller arms, tearing one from its socket. The Rhivak roared, trampling over Tathra and causing both to tumble into the mud as the Titan tugged at its hind leg, causing it to falter.

​Tathra was the first to rise, calling the Hraelk Axe to him as the beast slowly rose. His right hand shot to his back, taking his Sword and slashing across the joint of the nearest hind leg. The blade's powerful swing cleaved through the muscle and flesh, cutting deep and greedily. Next, his Axe arrived into his left hand - Tathra used the momentum of its return to swinging downward in an arc; shattering the beasts left-most cranial horn.

​| [member="Galak"] | @Aharon'ra | [member="Wrathak"] | [member="Lerropten"] | [member="Bralor Azkaroth"]​

 

[Wrathak]

Objective A
Tags: [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Primal Architect"] [member="Galak"]
Post 3
Link: Glaive, Rifle

Wrathak had been fighting the temple guard for only a short time when their fight was interrupted. In a rather fatal manner for the temple guard, seeing as Tathra had split the guard in twain. Roaring his thanks, Wrathak turned to focus on the others near him, only to see that his drones had pushed them further back, though they had taken casualties, and now only 43 fought where once 50 were. Growling at the waste, Wrathak looked around, finding himself in a small lull of battle. In that simple look, Wrathak spotted both the Jedi General and Tathra fighting some Rhivaks. Growling at the sight, he ordered his drones to go to their lords help, to ensure a swifter victory than if Tathra fought on his own.

At the command, several drones turned and charged towards Tathra, bowling aside any who stood in their way, and moving to assist him. Other drones continued their own fighting, pushing the forward line ever closer to the enemy, even as they fought in ranged and melee. Wrathak himself turned towards the jedi general, who was pushing his own way towards Tathra as well. Growling in anger, Wrathak raised his rifle up and fired another burst of spikes towards the jedi. Then he charged towards their leader, bowling aside those that he could, even as he drew his glaive from his back. Letting out a roar, several of his drones joined his charge, forming a spear, with him at the tip. Nearing the jedi, Wrathak let loose another burst of fire, roaring again, drawing ever closer.

 

[Galak]

​Post Four
​Objective A
​Post- [member="Tathra Khaeus"], [member="Wrathak"], [member="Lerropten"]

​Galak released his left hands grasp from the Glaive, outstretching his arm as he ducked low and dashed forward; using his strength to slam into the Temple Guard below her weapon, running through her nearly as she flipped over his arm. The Jedi barely mitigated the damage of the strike, using the force to absorb the impact and land on their feet, slashing Galak's back with both of her double-blades sabers in a quick flourish as she turned into a defensive stance.

​Galak snarled, turning into a wide slash with his Glaive as the Temple Guard regained her composure. The Temple Guard's saber was cut in half, both parts falling apart, defunct on the mud caked trench floor. Galak switched his guard into a low one as the Jedi shot a powerful telekinetic stream his way, aimed at his upper torso. The Brute Captain instinctively ducked, and thrust. The Glaive blade nearly cut the Jedi in half as it slashed into her waist. She was dead. With a crying groan of defeat and pain, she fell to the ground.

​Galak had to keep moving. His Brutes would seize the outer wall, and then they would finish off the outer defenders. Shortly thereafter, the Temple would be theirs.

​"Keep moving! Their breach point is vulnerable!" ​Galak roared to his Drones and Brutes, forcing them up and around the trench, moving in behind the enemy forces remaining outside.

It was happening before they even knew it.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective C
Post 8

With no regards to her own safety, the zealot made great strides through the forest, her desire to kill, that one primal urge overtaking her as she was chasing the inferior specimens which dared to hurt her.

Within a few seconds, Hraelga had managed to catch up with the man who had shot her, jumping over and in front of him, breathing ragged and heavily as she rose to her full height in front of him. "You impertinent fool, running from a draelvasier is like trying to breathe in the vacuum of space...pretty darn impossible," With a snarl, but also a rather surprised expression on her face, she noticed how the man had apparently gone for the 'fight' part of the innate fight or flight reaction within these fleshlings' instincts. Though a punch coming from such inferior specimen did not amount to much, Hraelga still had to respect this mindset which allowed the fleshling male to overcome his fear in order to physically assault her. "A good death is it's own reward, I suppose."

With a single swing from one of her arms, fully using the violent ferocity and physical power the Drealvasier possessed, Hraelga instantly removed the man's head in a single swoop, tossing it aside a few dozen yards away. Sadly though and most frustratingly, this man's action did make her lose track of the other survivors. Letting out a roar, the zealot awaited the rest of her team's arrival. "Push on, we'll go to the outpost to mop things up, spread out your terrain, corner these remaining survivors."

@Galak @Wrathak [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Gredak Tenebris"]

 

[Primal Architect]

Jedi General Asath Bren - Jedi Temple Outer Defences

​​Bren had done all he could to delay their Leader, his trick with the Rhivak was seemingly working - the Master of these beasts was distracted. He had to make his push now. He would not have so many lives, so much death be for nothing. The force offered him this opportunity, it gave him hope.

​Refilled with energy, the Jedi General surged forward with both his own saber and the double-blade active. The force granted him speed, grace - running through the Drones with both blades twirling in his grasp. Triple strikes and a flourish from the staff brought low the larger beastly Brutes, whilst the smaller Drones fell to short precise blows.

​The Jedi stopped, rolling over the back of a Drone and slashing it with the back-emitters blade as he came to get feet. Ahead, a larger alien stood. He looked like some kind of Commander, Bren had no time for him. He'd go through ​Wrathak.

​Bren outstretched his left arm, guiding the double blade towards the massive Commander with the force. His right carried his single blade, charging at the Commander.

Within the Temple

​The El'Dolar was halted in the air, yanked down and slammed into the ground with a powerful enough thud to snap the bones of its right wing.

"No." ​The Jedi declared, an older and small creature with four arms walked forward; carrying a smaller saber in his left hand. The small Jedi brought with him two Temple Guards and a foray of troops.

​"Do not allow them to take the younglings, to the tunnels they must go!" ​The smaller Jedi leapt forward, violet blade exploding from his hilt. He leapt across the debris, heading directly for the large bulbous creature.

​| [member="Wrathak"] | [member="Lerropten"] |​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Objective: A
Post: 11

​The Rhivak wasn't giving up easy, thrashing with its front legs in Tathra's direction. However, the strike was all too predictable. Tathra slid under the right-most paw into a crouched position on his right knee, slashing the leg with his sword as he came under - his Axe swung wide in his crouched position and staggered the Rhivak.

​Tathra rose as he placed the Sword on his back, taking the Long-Axe into both hands as he brought it down on its cranium; splitting its head nearly in two. Tathra turned, eyes searching for the Jedi whom had caused the attack. Tathra's eyes quickly found the General, seeing Wrathak had become his quarry.

​​"Drones, to Commander Wrathak!" ​Tathra dismissed a grouping of Drones to the aid of the Commander. He would press on the remaining few who lingered outside the Temple.

​Tathra burst forward, savaging the remaining forces alongside Galak and his men - they were outmanoeuvred and destroyed. Easily conquered. Humans were weak.

"With me, into the Temple!" ​Tathra barked, loud and powerful to all who could hear. The massive Titan raised his Long-Axe above his head, held tightly in his dominant hand as he charged through the gap.

​Tathra brought his Long-Axe to bear, cutting through those that had hid within the inner walls. Almost all of their most powerful defenders had been killed, or stranded outside bleeding to death. Those within were poorly devised and without the leadership of seasoned Jedi, some even ran. Savage Drones scaled the walls, they were overrun.

​Soon the Temple would be crushed.

​| [member="Galak"] | [member="Wrathak"] | [member="Lerropten"] | [member="Bralor Azkaroth"] |​

 

[Lerropten]

[member="Primal Architect"]

The Shaman eyed the Jedi and guards, almost seeming to smile as he sent orders through the energy both he and these Jedi could command to the entire group of El'Dolar. He then lunged at the Jedi, reaching with his hand before slamming him to the ground with the same energy. He looked at the being, his El'Dolar charging the guards to dispatch them. The one that had tried to haul away a youngling even threw itself at a guard, clamping with its jaws. The Shaman then eyed the Jedi, doing his best to combat him.

"Your kind are weak. We are strong!"

 

[Galak]

Post Five
​Objective A
​Post- [member="Lerropten"], [member="Wrathak"], [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

​The Chieftain lead the charge, smashing through the fledgling defences of the interior walls. Their best warriors had already fallen, now those within were little more than Victims.

​Galak made his way for the battlements of the Temple, fighting his way up the staircase alongside a Squad of Brutes. They'd crush what resistance remained, and take care of the remaining Defence Turrets. The fight wasn't particularly tough, his RAW fired out hundreds of spikes, riddling the defenders in wounds and blisters, boiling in pain as they died, burning slowly. Amid the blaster wielders and Brutes were few Jedi. Most had been killed in the decimation of the planet or the explosion of the Space Station orbiting Lowick.

​Those that remained were the younger flock, younglings and Padawans. Their bravery was misplaced, crushed underfoot like the rest. In mere minutes they'd taken the outer battlements, their defences for the Temple Gate wouldn't hold long.

 

[Wrathak]

Objective A
Tags: [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Primal Architect"] [member="Galak"]
Post 3
Link: Glaive, Rifle

Wrathak charged, leading his drones towards the enemies defenses, of which several defenders had noticed him. One such squad of defenders tried to stand in the way of the spear his unit had created. They were obliterated completely, simply run over, crushed, and otherwise gruesomely killed. Wrathak ignored them as he kept moving, his drones did the same, continuing on with their given missions with dogged determination. The drones ordered to help Tathra moved to assist Wrathak as they were ordered to. All in all, they did what they were supposed to, cause chaos, and kill the enemy.

Leading the drones, Wrathak noticed that the jedi had noticed him, good. Grinning ferally, Wrathak continued on, seeing the lightsaber fly towards him. Jumping slightly to the right as he continued on, Wrathak dodged the lightsaber just barely, though he still thought that he wouldn't be stopped by such a petty display of the 'Force.' Loosing another 5 shots towards Bren, his drones following his lead, Wrathak then smoothly holstered his rifle at his side, there were only 5 shots left now, and he had a better weapon for such close quarters fighting. Roaring again, Wrathak swung his glaive from left to right at Bren, aiming to slice the jedi in half. At the same time several drones neared the fight, looking to jump in, but a quick command had them forming a semi circle towards the enemy lines, aiming to cut off the jedi. They'd let the two fight it out, for now, but if one of them saw the chance, they'd stab the jedi in the back just as easily as in the front. Growling at Bren, Wrathak continued on with the jedi, regardless of what would happen.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective C now B
Post: 9

It seemed she was right, the forest was the last buffer until she'd reach the base of the mountain where the survivors had managed to hole up in order to try and escape the planet, but while Hraelga was certain that some of the horde had already falled upon the outpost, there were still a lot of survivors going there and if they weren't careful, this could turn into a mess if among those survivors were others who used those slugthrowers as they called them. Grasping at her side, she looked at her carapace covering her body, for a weapon to have pierced straight through it, was quite worrying. "We make a net here, spread out and await any further orders...I want three of you to climb upwards and find that outpost, if any of our men are there, assist them and alert them that there are still waves of survivors coming. The rest of you will act as a means for me to push upmy numbers a bit."

Just as she said this, Hraelga could spot more survivors coming through the woods, only to smile as two of the zealot minors under her command dropped from the trees and mauled the poor fleshlings who sought refuge from the carnage. "Well, such is war...an endless game of hunting and bloodshed, just pure fun if you ask me."

[member="Gredak Tenebris"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Objective: A
​Post Twelve

​Tathra lead the charge, pushing towards the Temple Gates; Tathra ordered for the Rhivaks pouring through to open fire on the dual doors of the gate. Right arm aiming forward, directing them to the Gate as the Defenders whom had remained outside were swept up in final moments of combat.

​

​ [Fire.] He ordered, a gleeful smile covering his features as the red blasts of energy for the Rhivaks obliterated the door, sending thick chunks of marble and wood outward in a circular radius. One such chunk landed at his feet, part of the doorways decorative statue - a Jedi's head.

The Titan raised his Long-Axe, silently ordering for the extinction of everyone inside the Temple grounds. He would have their blood, he would have their lives - weakness expunged. Tathra's eyes lingered on the statue's face for a moment as the horde of Drones passed him; like a stalwart mountain raging against the ocean tide. Opaque eyes dimly glowed, watching as Ra'mak's and El'Dolar brought n more troops from overhead, enveloping the entire outer Temple.

Only then did the Titan step forward, crushing the decorative statue's face underfoot as he walked at a brisk pace toward the entrance. By the time he had arrived within the doorway, his Horde and Brutes were already deeper in; what lay ahead was nothing but corpses. Tathra sighed deeply, unappreciative of his creations work as he stalked the halls- alone.

​He was Vanguard to the destruction of all beings. Now, he would take a moment to savour that feeling. It was indulgent, he knew that. But he'd earned it. He let out again a low breath, allowing it to echo through the seemingly empty hall. Instead, his ears pricked; the shuffling of rock against hastened footsteps.

​His eyes locked with theirs, two Jedi. Master and Apprentice. Both halted, seeing the massive giant standing among their dead. The war-paint across his face, the armour, the presence. If it wasn't obvious to them who he was, he'd show them.

​The Master put herself in-between Tathra and her apprentice. The titan was unmoved by her courage, simply raising his Axe into a slight tilt as the Jedi ignited her lightsabers. The apprentice followed suite, igniting his own. Both carried meridian blades, a nice colour. The titan simply started to walk towards them, no greater pace than the relaxed motions he carried himself with before.

​It was only as he drew close did his expression shift, his sinister approach warped into a hostile wish for their deaths as the apprentice began to circle to is right, intent on flanking.

​| [member="Wrathak"] | @Galak | [member="Lerropten"] |​

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective B
Post: 10

"Kill them, Kill them all!!" From their position, the zealots started picking off unlucky survivors with a ferocity of a iluvian tiger and the grace of a coruscantian ballet dancer, showcasing the other, colder side of the Bryn'adûl at its finest. Where the brutes were the hammer, the zealots were the scalpel, the sharpest blade in the creator's toolkit. Among them, Hraelga jumped from tree to tree, only lunging down towards the ground to rip open poor sobs of survivors with no hint of remorce or any restraint. She could feel it sting with every jump, every twist of her body, that wound delivered to her by some simple armed survivor. It wasn't a mystical man with lightning sticks, no fine specimen of her own kind, but a farmer with a slugthrower that had the gall, the luck, the pissing guts to actually wound her.

That very frustration fueled her bloodlust, her focus, her desire to kill. Yet with every rip and tear through flesh, sinew and bone, she was reminded of that single failure, that single blemish on her record. If anyone were to know about it, she dared not to think what the Creator would say if he learned of this...disgrace. "Regroup, regroup... Cut off their retreat to those ships. If a single ship manages to leave this planet, He'll have our heads on a pike...well yours, I wouldn't dare imagine what he'd do to mine..."