Bryn'adûl | Kaeshana Rumble Pit

[Galak]

​Aboard the Conquester - Divine Brutality
​Tags- [member="Aovinr"], [member="Drakharu"], [member="Krarolk T'manu"]
Orbiting Kaeshana

​Galak had never travelled far beyond the Kessel Sector before, somehow he imagined Space to look different in various places. Almost like the continents of planets, a dash of colour at least somewhere. He didn't appreciate the lack of creativity in the grand emptiness of space. It almost seemed lazy. Though he was sure they'd fill it all, eventually.

​If anything in recent events had proven something to him, it was that the Bryn'adûl were the future. No doubt about it, sooner or later they'd have everything. Galak could feel it in his gut, standing in the observatory room with eyes looking about the vast void.

​His mind even as it struggled to do so, imagined great beasts and vessels of Drael architecture swimming in this grand black ocean. Even though it all reminded him how small he was, he was content doing his part. His purpose was all he needed. Purpose was strength.

​Galak turned to the Stone table in the middle of the observatory, adjacent to him was the Shaman Drakharu; the bulbous headed Shaman was strange looking. Dead, glowy eyes and four arms. He was a little frightening to look at, but most Shaman had a queer sense of style, and a strange build. But Drak was tall for an Aeravalin, and the four arms made Galak a little intimidated, and slightly jealous.

​Joining them was Krarolk. ZEALOT CLASS - Elite. Galak had never met Elite's previously, maybe that meant he was due a promotion. Krarolk was an impressive specimen, glad in gilded black & crimson. The three of them would be overseeing the Operation.

​Ever still, there was a mission at hand. Following the battle at the Droid Station, the Chieftain had devised a search perimeter around Bryn'adûl space. Their leader was cautious of potential threats and rightfully so. The Jedi and Sith both, were but a few star systems away. In recent searches, the Planet Kaeshana had been detected by their listening posts and by the Seers.

​Galak would be leading his Brute Unit, Krarolk his Zealot Elites and Drakharu would be their ace in the hole for any weird cosmic nonsense.

​"Initial scans from our Syphon scouts indicate the activity is emanating from the ruins of the planets capitol; Saintaissa. Its partially flooded, so their operation may be underwater or otherwise technologically cloaked."

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

Another day, another conquest.​

​

Today, his unit had been sent with a few others of his kin to a planet known as Kaeshana. Thanks to previous scouting, Krarolk knew that the planet had been sent into ruin by a massive asteroid many years ago. There would likely not be much of the native population would be left on the planet, possibly numbering in the mere thousands. However, there had been reports of activity on the planet. Consequently, Krarolk and his unit were now on a vessel headed for the ruined world.

Krarolk's focus was broken by one of his kin, a captain named Galak, speaking. He provided basic information on the activity on the planet and the state of the capital. After quickly processing the information given to him, Krarolk came up with an idea.

"We could land on one of the nearby ruins or islands, and send a beast of the sea in ahead of us." replied Krarolk. "That way, any trap down there will only kill the beast, and give us an exact location of their site."

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[Keldar Saarkis]

[member="Krarolk T'manu"] | [member="Galak"]​

Drakharu stood adjacent from his cousin that called himself Galak. He listened in as the others grunted and growled among themselves. His glaive in his upper left hand, he closed his luminous yellow eyes. He felt out into the Force, the very thrum and heartbeat of holy nature itself. He felt blessed that he was born with such a strong connection. The Shaman moved his free hands in a ritualistic manner, muttering to himself before returning his attention to the others gather among them.

"A wise decision, brother Krarolk." He commended in a hiss, "We must be careful. The closer we get to this world, the more I sense other presences. Whatever fleshlings remain there, they are a species that is greatly touched like I am."

He tapped the glaive around in a thoughtful manner before continuing.

"Who knows what foul sorcery or heretical rituals they have used." He hissed once more, seeming agitated, "I have no doubt in the strength or resilience, brothers mine, but we may be dealing with an enemy not unlike the Jedi our brethern faced on Lowick."

 

[Galak]

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​Orbiting Kaeshana

​Galak nodded in accordance with the Zealot and Shaman, Krarolk's plan of using bait was interesting. He wouldn't of thought of it, even if he was of Superior Baedurin stock. All that aside, they both had useful insights, that was why the Chieftain had created them in such a manner. They all, fit together. Like pieces of a puzzle, their unity made them strong. Stronger than any other Military in the Galaxy.

​"Noted, brethren. We've also had reports of a number of strange sightings. The cataclysm no doubt caused, the wild-life to evolve unnaturally. Our syphons have also been unable to detect any signs of electronic activity. So our best bet might be that it's underwater." ​Galak detailed, nodding to Krarolk for his intuitive gut feeling.

​"The planet's atmosphere will also be difficult for us, so we're going to have to use rebreathers." ​The Brute Captain was admittedly frustrated by the fact, but at least his helmet's rebreather was built in.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

"Understood." was Krarolk's only reply.​

The ship had concluded its descent, and now landed on the slightly tilted roof of a decrepit skyscraper, about five meters above the water line. Surprisingly, it could hold the weight of the vessel. Krarolk reached down to the belt on his waist and pulled out his rebreather, fitting it snugly over his face. The ship's rear doors opened up, allowing for Krarolk and his brothers to walk out into the alien planet.

The first thing he noticed was the lack of life. The skies were completely empty of both fauna and cloud formation. The sea beneath them hardly moved, and no life could be detected in its murky depths. No other survivors remained in the city, and the crumbling buildings were the only evidence that any being ever existed on the planet.

Then, silence hit Krarolk like a hammer. There were no grunts or groans, no blissful chirps, no splashing on the surface of the water or calls for help. Nothing but rusting metal and dried ashes lay on the ruins beneath them, unmoving in the windless ruin. The silence pressed in on all angles, threatening to swallow Krarolk whole. Desperate to break the silence and the ominous feeling that came with it, Krarolk spoke up.

"Have the scouts found anything new yet?"

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[Galak]

​Tags- [member="Aovinr"], [member="Drakharu"], [member="Krarolk T'manu"]
​Descent to Kaeshana

​"We've found a Landing Zone for our Orkales. However we shouldn't stop long, the Gunships will need to pull out. The trek will be a few kilometres on foot, but its the safest route. Not much of this continent is particularly stable. If we're not careful we could sink a good portion of it, and us with it and I'm not a adept swimmer." ​Galak spoke with a forced wistfulness, wishing to get on with the Operation and see it done.

​The Bryn'adûl departed the Divine Brutality aboard the Orkale Gunships. The Shaman and Zealot each had their own, filled to the brim with Galak's Brutes alongside his own. You needed at least three Orkale Gunships for a full unit anyhow. Sure, Galak was nervous about having little more than two Aeravalin for oversight, but he trusted his Drael. Trusted his own gut, though he knew he'd have to defer to the Zealot on some things, the Shaman as well.

​~Coming in on the drop-zone now, Captain~

​Galak raised the two other Orkale's on the com, wishing to speak to both his two guests and his Brutes. ​"Asses & Secure procedures are in affect. Be ready." ​Galak had his Automatic in hand, the other grasped at the railing as the Orkale's slowed to a stop, rumbling. All around Galak his Brutes geared up, the sound of metal against metal - the loading of the magazines; it was satisfying. Strangely, always satisfying.

When the Orkale deployment doors slid open, Galak was the first to leap out - rifle propped forward as he scanned their immediate environment. The air felt stale, like they a hundred miles underground. It was dull, dead against his skin. The planet was dead, no doubt; barely any colour in her bar the glow of the red star.