Bryn'adûl : Specter's Eye

[Antarik Grendrada]

Antarik Grendrada reached out with the force and felt the scarred soil of the planet he had touched down on. Tund had never recovered from the days of the Galactic Empire. Landing had been simple, almost boring. Not a single Bryn vessel had been struck by the meager flack sent up by the scattered cities tucked into the coves and canyons of the planet. If the geneticist had been honest, he would have wanted more resistance. He wanted to see the teeth of the impure. Teeth were a good sign of health.
And health was why Antarik had chosen to attack that war-torn planet. He wanted to collect the essence of the impure. Their pride, wrath, cowardice, selfishness. The weapons he had built, the seed stones, were able to extract such things and use them against those who felt them. He had given a hundred stones to each of the warriors accompanying him. He didn't care what they did, as long as they brought back most of the stones after the guns quieted down.
There was only one city on the entire planet worthy of the Bryn's might. The capitol, populated by a million impure souls. The governor was off planet, leaving only the local guard commander and a few selfish aristocrats to organize and defend the inhabitants. The city had tall walls and a shield strong enough to resist any orbital bombardment, but Antarik knew his brethren would find a way to force their entry. As the Bryn approached, the hum of a hundred cannon stationed on the walls was heard. Antarik smiled.




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[Galak]

​Departing the Conquester Divine Brutality - Tund
​​Objective: Facilitate tests for Vold Antarik
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​Boarding the Orkale, the Brute Captain was busy organising through his unit; the four Squads under his command were being directed to a native defence armoury of some kind. Typically where their kind would prepare for battle. Typically, something Draelvasier - especially Brutes; were always ready for. Galak grinned as the Orkale shook, turbulent for a moment then steady once more.

​"We've hit atmosphere Brutes." ​Galak spoke aloud for his Brutes to hear, thumping the closest one on the shoulder playfully with a grin.

​Galak made his way into the cockpit, picking up his helmet from an empty seat. The Brute lumbered over, standing opposite the pilot in her seat. His eyes lingered on her for a moment, with a half-cocked grin as he slid his helmet over his less than pleasant features.

​"Pop the hatch for me when we're clear. I want to take a look." ​He was a little giddy, admittedly he'd heard that Al-Hadad the city sinker ​was dealing with one of the smaller cities before heading to the Capital as well, and they were just heading over said City.

​Galak walked back out to the drop-bay, taking his RAW & Barad Spike Rifle from the weapon rack. The hatch hissed is the drop-bay depressurised, opening up. The large Captain grasped onto the upper hand-railing, spotting the other three Orkale's that made up his unit. They were up high, maybe a kilometre or so but even then, the ground rumbled. Raising his armoured wrist, Galak spoke into his communicator.

"Keep an eye out Drael! Hadad below!" ​Galak called out, a moment later the ground erupted; hundreds of metres worth of ground tore up in massive chunks. Galak struggled to hold on for a moment, his legs felt like jelly. Nearly two kilometres of Hadad erupted from the ground, his massive form overshadowing the Orkales. Its massive body encompassed almost his entire view and that wasn't even half of the might Hadad.

​The cry from Hadad made his ears almost numb as the beast created an arch, digging down into the ground as the left half of the city crumbled. The Orkale transports sped up, shooting down low and in-between the arch, dodging chunks of debris.

​Even if Galak was doing something boring for some uppity scientist, at least he got to see that.

 

[Krael Vizkla]

Weaponry: Barad Glaive, Barad Spike Rifle​

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Protection: Simple Leather​

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Mount: Skag​

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Krael straightened himself on the Skag's back. It was a noble creature, and one he'd taken a liking to. It always eased his violent side, and helped him to think and lead, aswell as having the courtesy to not snap at his heels like most common beasts would. He had the privilege of picking the powerful creature from the Beast Master's stables himself. Many Skag had come forward to him that day to sniff the new presence, yet this one was the only one to stay. Though he had yet to assign it a name, feeling that a name would come in time, likely during battle. For now, he ran a hand down from the beast's armoured head, resting at the base of it's neck, resting on its softer skin.

The now collected Captain looked over the great expanse of terrain he had to cross before he rendezvoused with his counterpart in this assault. He raised a communicator to his scarred mouth, activating it. He hesitated a minute before words came to his mouth.

"Brute Captain Vizkla hailing the Orkales assigned to my command. Breach atmosphere and rendezvous with me. I will be travelling by Skag toward Captain Galak's Orkales. Sending coordinates now."

With a few taps on the communicator, he had sent over his coordinates. Then looked to the right and up at the sky, spotting a gigantic hulking shape rise out of the ground, four Orkales dangerously close to it. He had about a ten kilometre lead on them, by his estimations. He then leaned forward, his body pressing against his mount's, and gripped tightly onto the formations to the side of it's horn as it broke out into a run, gradually speeding up. It's paws landing on the ashy ground of the planet, leaving deep imprints. As it eventually accelerated to greater speeds, he looked back quickly, seeing the outlines of his Orkales a few kilometres back. He then looked back infront in time to see a large split in the ground infront of them.

Before he had time to turn his mount away, it had jumped clean over the chasm, and continued its path towards the main force of Brutes.

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