Skirmish Bryn'ing Down The House [Jedi v. Bryn'adûl]

[Ryv]

// SABER ONE // Y-Wing [Modified - Disruptor charged bubble turret and carbonite bombs] // Maynard Treicolt
// OBJECTIVE // Pop the F*** Off
// THEMATIC // Ryv Gon' Give It To Ya​

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Ryv jumped as Maynard's voice came over the comm, his nap interrupted by his companion. He looked up and watched the vibrant blues and whites of hyperspace zipping past him. He looked down at his leather jacket, chuckling at the corn-fed Jedi's complaints. You wouldn't catch Ryv in something that wasn't his patented 'Top Gun' jacket when it came to missions. While he respected the design put forward by Loske to their Technoid Manufactorum overlords, the Jedi Knight favored something lightweight. He just didn't have the endurance to push through a massive battlefield carrying a bunch of extra weight. Switching from the usual X-Wing to a Y-Wing proved to be a significant enough change anyway, doubling up would've been too much all around.

"I dunno what to tell you, man. Nothing against your guys' new fit, but uh, it ain't really for me," Ryv shrugged as he took the sticks for the bubble turret and began swiveling about. He took a moment to familiarize himself with his range of vision and control. "Man, this little bubble it pretty sick. I wish you woulda told me these things existed. I'd of been turret dude the entire time," he shifted the turret to face point as the ship flew out of hyperspace. Seeing the mass of enemy ships already in place, he pulled the trigger and started blasting any that neared. The cannon swiveled, following one zipping past and pumped five shots into the creature, shattering its meaty form before he focused his attention on another.

"Everything these beasts use is living, like, what the hell, man? I've never seen anything explore in a mass of bone and blood in space. Freaking DISGUSTING," Ryv complained over the comm as he rained down fire on the dragon-like creature carrying the Bryn'adûl Chieftain. "Gonna wager this cuck on the dragon is Tathra. Get me closer and I'll shave this moron's scalp clean off."

Maynard Treicolt | Tathra Khaeus | Loske Treicolt ​

 

[Reosyvern]

Equipment: None
Location: Aboard a Debaucher
Objective: Board the Venture-class Star Galleon , Aurelius Baldor
Allies: Bryn’adul
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, Aurelius Baldor


The Debaucher slid through space, almost aimlessly as no large targets had presented themselves yet. Just then the small fleet of freighters jumped into realspace. The Debaucher altered course and made a b-line towards the Star Galleon upon which Aurelius Baldor resided. Undoubtedly the escort of Light Freighters, most likely fitted with respectable armament, would see and begin to engage to the Debaucher with vessel-mounted weaponry. The Debaucher’s natural armor was strong, it was certainly a frightening beast in its own right.

“It’s found its prey.” commented the leader of the boarding party that stood near Reosyvern as those within the beast could feel the shift in momentum. Reosyvern’s clawed digits flexed, his broad tail slowly swaying behind him in a gentle wave-like fashion. He began to steel himself, his stomach expanded and his shoulder raised, taking in large breathes to calm himself and warm up his body.


It seemed likely that the Star Galleon was fated to be grabbed onto by the Debaucher, unless some fancy flying in combination with a screen of Light Freighters blocked the Debaucher to buy time for the Galleon. However, any Freighters that sought to block the path of the Debaucher would soon find themselves unable to fire their weapons at full capacity or move at full throttle due to the energy leeching effect of the Debaucher beast if they tried to act as a physical barrier to block its path. This effect required rather close range, so further back Freighters would be unaffected. Needless to say that any Freighters that were close enough to be drained, would soon find large tentacle smashing their hulls, trying to swat them away like cosmic flies in the way of the Debaucher’s intended target.

 

[Aurelius Baldor]

Equipment: BAW-56 "Royal Flush", BAW-57 "High Roller", Mono-edge cutlass
Ships: The Dervish WR-542 Shooting Star, Venture-class Star Galleon, squadron of assorted light freighters
Objective: Help evacuation efforts, Defeat evil skin starfish attempting to make love to the Venture's hull, Survive
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Bryn’adûl, Reosyvern

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"Aurelius! Big, ugly bastard, comin' right for us!" one of the officers aboard the bridge of the Venture-class Star Galleon shouted. The Venture was mostly automated, with only the bridge crew being made of organics. Aurelius' attention was drawn to the large...well, whatever the hell that ugly sack of flesh the size of a cruiser was that was now making a beeline for his brand new Galleon. He let a puff of cigar smoke escape his nostrils in exasperation. He had expected to be attacked sooner or later, but he had definitely preferred later. With "later" no longer an option, Aurelius whipped around from the viewport back to the communicator and began a broadcast to the squadron of light freighters.

"Focus on getting the civilians out of here, I'll deal with this scum sack!" On his command, the freighters broke away from the Star Galleon and hastened their descent to the surface, doing their best to evade interception. On board the Galleon, Aurelius was quick to shout orders to the bridge crew, who began inputting their commands into the automated systems. "Let's bring this purrgil around, maintain distance and hit that thing where it hurts!"

The cruiser-sized Star Galleon altered its course in an attempt to out-maneuver the Debaucher, which Aurelius wagered was a fair bit less maneuverable than the Venture. The weapon systems warmed up, and all of the ship's guns that could came to bear on the skin starfish. Turbolasers, quad laser cannons, hell even the ion cannons targeted the Debaucher and began opening fire. "Hit it with everything we've got, and let's see what sticks. Try the incendiary missiles first. It looks like its organic, so it's worth a shot, right?" With his order, the warhead launchers began loading the incendiary missiles, though it would take a few moments before they could be fired.

As the Venture's course changed, Aurelius beckoned one of his bodyguards. "Start up the Dervish. If this thing goes tits up get all of the crew on-board, I won't be far behind. This is a nice ship and all, but I'm not goin' down with it." The bodyguard nodded, running off to get Baldor's Shooting Star started up. Aurelius puffed his cigar faster now, wondering if it would be his last.

 

[Ghrom the Molten]

Location: A Noghri village far side of the Continent
Action: Evacuation
Opposition: None at present (still looking no one to tag)

Three hours before Bryn'adul attack
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The council of elders had taken their time and deliberated, each having there turn to speak. As they waited this opportunity to flee Ghrom was getting more enraged by the moment. The same mistakes that had played out on tens of worlds in the outer rim continued to play out here as well. This was not an enemy to be under estimated. They had no grand fleet. No support from an all powerful alliance or coalition. No authoritative empire to guard and defend them. Their clans were scattered, unorganized and totally ill equipped to fend off the hordes. The only thing there would do is add their bio-mass to the enemy who kills his people and many others.

"We have decided to stay..." the grand elder said.

While the others in the clan seemed pleased with their response Ghorm rose to his feet in a silent rage. The cheering and support from the clan in attendance was soon silenced as those around Ghrom could now feel the rage that swirled within the stone giant. Taking one thunderous step forward he reached out and lifted the eldest Noghri with the force and began to choke him.

"I recommend you reconsider..." Ghorm replied his earthy voice deep like thunder.

Present time
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The organic alien ships made landfall with a thud, shaking the earth as they hit. Almost as soon as they did hordes of deformed and hideous looking bipedal formed began to spew forth from them and into the village far in the distance. The village Ghrom had chosen was large but not the largest in the are by any means. This one had been chosen for two reasons, one it provided natural defenses that is they needed to fight would allow them some advantages. Two it small enough to not be a primary target for an attack, the size not offering the best biomass, and so a less tasty choice.

"They are coming, it is time, your women and children are already on board our ship, the shuttle, take the youngest warriors and best leaders with you. Load up as much of the plague water as you can and take it with you for study. I will stay with the old and the lame to cover your escape." the stone beast said as he put down the occulars that seemed like a child's toy in his great hands.

He would say cover not only the escaping Noghri, but also allow more time for the Irregulars to continue to collect the new discovered weapon. If refined it could prove useful against the Bryn'adul in the coming wars...

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Equipment: Sword | Long-Axe | Shield | Sun Quaker | Barricas Oil | Armour |
Mount: The Dreddikast Beast
Theme: X

Saber Sqaudron made short work of the Phedrak Fighters individually, but the Phedrak Fighters even in their hundreds were never intended to do little more than swarm their enemies and for the moment they were a distraction. All around the Chieftain the supposed defending fighters and bombers were suddenly opposition.

It wasn't long for the Dreddikast and its rider were under fire, the blasts struck harmlessly against its thick hide; yet the near hundred eyes across its body gave the Beast an incredible awareness of the threats around it. The Titan yanked the Beasts chain left, eyes turning to the Ra'maks firing their metal melting focused beams at the larger evacuation shuttles. They wanted him, they feared his strength and they wanted him dead. He could feel it in his bones.

Tathra leaned in, pulling the chain taught to bring its attention to his command.

The grand beast slimmed its frame as it darted with great speed toward the evacuation shuttles, its wings became like a black miasma of razor sharp tendrils as it spun through the air, its glowing orange eyes pulsing as it took in everything at once; taking note of approaching Starfighters; Tathra swung out wide, releasing a powerful red blast of energy from his Axe in the direction of one of the fighters. The Dreddikast dived into the evacuation shuttles.

An explosion erupted from one of the smaller vessels, cut in half by the Beast as they darted among the Ra'maks for cover, swerving around and back toward the Bombers and group of Fighters. The Dreddikast screamed once more, taunting its foes to break formation and come after it.

TAGS
Galactic Alliance - Allyson Locke | Jyoti Nooran | Loske Treicolt | Weyland Castril | Ryv | Maynard Treicolt

The Bryn'adûl - Primarch Drek'ma | Hraelga Nacht | Hrajlmak'Natok | Reosyvern | Xenomir | Fomoris | Avrak | Osam |

 

[Reosyvern]

Equipment: None
Location: Aboard a Debaucher
Objective: Board the Venture-class Star Galleon , Aurelius Baldor
Allies: Bryn’adul
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, Aurelius Baldor

The Debaucher met no blockade from the Freighters and as such it moved rather quickly towards the Venture-class Star Galleon. Where the Debaucher lacked in agility in comparison to the Venture-class it made up for in sheer surface area; the Debaucher was wider and longer than the Venture-class was long. That being said the Debaucher would have a hard time snagging the more maneuverable and lower profile starship. Unlike the Galleon, however, the Debaucher’s movements were decided not at the speed of a chain of command, but at the speed of the creature’s own reaction time. It was a small savings, though it could prove to be the greatest strategic strength it possessed in this scenario.

Though with all strengths there are weaknesses. As ordinance and bolts of various energy slammed into the Debaucher’s thick hide that covered the top of it, the creature’s decision making would be slowed down as was natural for immense sensory overload as flashing lights and being pelted with missile casings. By far the most ineffective weapon launched at the durable creature were the incendiary missiles; which detonated on the creature, but failed to ignite due to the lack of oxygen in the immediate area. While all of the weapons seemed to be barely phasing the creature initially, logic may indicate that the turbolasers, being larger than the rest of the defense systems on the Venture-class, was their strongest weapon deployed as of right now. Meanwhile the boarding party inside the Debaucher gripped tightly to whatever they could to try and stabilize themselves as concussive waves of kinetic force shot throughout it's body.

The Debaucher was not taking evasive action and continued its beeline towards the Galleon. As it drew closer to the Galleon who was likely turning perpendicular to the creature to skate around it or away from it, the Debaucher expanded it’s tendrils outwards like a net, making use of its size advantage to attempt to snag onto the hull of the Venture class with at least one of it’s tendrils. If this happened the tendril’s teeth would grip into the hull like spikes, impaling the Duranium-Duramentium hull in an impressive show of brute strength focused into comparatively small points. However, if the Venture-class managed to slip past the Debaucher, the Debaucher would begin to turn towards the Venture-class, presenting its most durable hide towards the vessel as it prepared to make another run at it.

 

[Kaleleon]

OBJECTIVE: A Titan stands his ground.
LOCATION: Honoghr, Spaceport
EQUIPMENT: Armor | Hand Cannon | Lightsaber
COMPANION: Narma, The best Girl!
ALLIES: Kelsie Sylvan
ENEMIES: Osam Primarch Drek'ma

There are many times in my life, when I have aided others in fleeing from possible death. In every case, the few who stood up against the forces that came down upon them, were always those who found courage against insurmountable odds. In their own fear, they found a weapon. One that could sine brighter than any shadow that could cast its darkness. One such that these Monsters, these creatures of the Bryn were bringing down upon many. Slamming my helmeted head hard into one of the brutes standing before me, our heads connected with a loud ring. Natural carapace like armor against my steel. Sadly, as it was all natural, the damage was enough to cause a stumble. Which was ended swiftly with a lightsaber emitter erupting in his chest.

These were no people. They sought war and genocide against any who stood in their path. Their onslaught through the stars only showed proof of that. And I was glad to end the life of one of these conquerors.

A transmission from a Captain came over. Asking for aid against the Bryn as the local lizard like people were fleeing. I did not hesitate at all. Whistling loudly over the blaster fire and bio-tech weapons being used. Within moments a Massive Tuk'ata road up beside me. Holding one of the Bryn within its maw chewing down on the corpse like a toy. I smiled brightly.

"Good girl! Now put down."

The giant beast released the long dead being with a thump on the ground. Torn to shreds with claw and tooth. I hastily mounted her. And she was off. Heading in the direction of the Spaceport in which this distress call came from.

I almost laughed with glee as Narma ran through some of the forces that drew too closely to the port. Vying to fight their way in against the Noghri. Mowing over three of them to the ground, while aiming to pounce on the very last one. Using her weight to slam them to the ground, and thrust her maw over the creatures head. Biting down with a force that resonated with snapping of bones. I pushed myself off of my friendly mount, and turned to those who had been slammed to the ground.

Rushing forward, a barrier formed around my left forearm. A Light-Shield. Glowing brilliantly Blue in light. Slamming into the first and searing flesh with Lightsaber-like properties. My right fist slammed home into the head. Once, twice, three times before he stayed down. Looking to the other two, Narma was done with her meal and raced forward. Pounced upon one with a scream of pain. Charging again, I activated the blue lightsaber in my hand. Shield still active in the other, and charged forward. Shots bouncing off of the shield, I drew close enough they began to charge me in turn. But at the last moment, I stopped. With a sudden halt, the being ran into a wall that formed directly in front of me. Dazing itself as I sauntered over and sent the blade through it's skull.

"Captain, I am here."

 

[Aurelius Baldor]

Equipment: BAW-56 "Royal Flush", BAW-57 "High Roller", Mono-edge cutlass
Ships: The Dervish WR-542 Shooting Star, Venture-class Star Galleon, squadron of assorted light freighters
Objective: Help evacuation efforts, Defeat/Destroy Debaucher, Survive
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Bryn’adûl, Reosyvern

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"Worth a shot! Load assault concussion missiles and light 'em up! Keep pounding it with everything we can!" Aurelius wagered the missiles intended for capital-to-capital combat would fare better against the beast than the incendiary ones. The other guns, turbolasers of course included, continued their concentrated fire on the Debaucher, sustaining the barrage of cannon fire as it spread its tentacles, still relentlessly approaching the Venture.

"Let's see if we can't skirt around that thing, see if it's any weaker on the other side!" Thankfully, the systems on the Venture were much more automated than the average ship of its size, and while the Venture was by no means as quick to react as an organic ship, it was closer to the Debaucher's reactions than one might initially suspect. The engines of the Venture picked up thrust, trying to evade as speedily as a 495-meter-long Star Galleon could in an attempt to get to anywhere the Debaucher was less protected.

As the ship attempted to make evasive maneuvers, Aurelius punched a command into the console beside him. Within seconds, the ship's complement of S1 and S2 battle droids sprang to life. He had no clue whether the Debaucher wanted to only destroy the Venture or board it, but if they wanted to come aboard he wanted to be sure they had a greeting party waiting for them. If the tentacles looked like they were getting too close for comfort, the Venture's point-defense turrets would swivel to target the offending appendages. They didn't know the purpose of the limbs, of course, but logic would dictate any part of the ship touching the Venture was probably something to avoid.

One of Aurelius' hands rested on the console beside him, while the other held the cigar between it. He was about as composed as someone in his current position could possibly be, but if he survived this battle he would eventually be found drinking enough booze to make a rancor drunk. The pistols he had purchased from Roble sat in crosh-hide quick-draw holsters at his hips, and he wondered if he'd need to use them today. However this fight would eventually end, all Aurelius could do was grit his teeth and see it through. Wait till Nyx heard about this one.

Down planetside, the freighters began approaching the surface, doing their best to evade the dogfights currently filling the skies. With the Venture-class focused solely on fighting the Debaucher, defense of Baldor's freighter friends fell to the Galactic Alliance. Most of them were Corellian in manufacture, probably to be expected of smugglers and criminals, and what guns they had were focused on keeping enemies away from them.​

 

[Jegy Sesara]

Starship: YT-1210 Amaterasu

There was a small silence as he watched the dust sway lightly from the grass. He knew the planet a little bit to well, a good gust of wind can suddenly turn into a sandstorm...and how right he could be. With each pod smashing into the round, more of these creatures of the Byrn started to emerge. The elder Maitrakh watched from his left side, observing all that was happening before him.

"Are you ready to begin Sullustan?"
"I am."
"Then show us the power those who wrote in the scrolls."

The Sullustan breathed very lightly as he kept his gaze upon those before him. Drones of the Byrn'adul, slowly starting to get close to the settlement he was tasked in evacuating. He could feel the wind beside him, tickling on his neck and the clouds above him, ready to pour. Raising his right hand very slowly, he would close his eyes as he felt the wind pick up from afar. The clouds would begin to darken and those that were possibly nearby, could see that the area was becoming much darker. Rumblings of thunder would start to emerge, the clouds becoming nearly black as night. Then with one hand motion, he lowered his hand as a single lightning bolt descended onto a target he saw through the Force, a lonely drone as he was shocked to death and felt his life force extinguish in one go.

Raising his left hand, his right hand would start to go up also as lightning started to become more sparactic yet now it struck without much command, without much control as the Sullustan was the Conductor, the lightning was the Orchestra. Every time his hand went down, another bolt of lightning would hit precisely on a target, frying it to death. Then it started to become a torrential rainfall, it was starting to become impossible to see in his area as lightning started to strike more heavily onto the ground as control was starting to be lost. Moving his right hand down again, another would fall as he could hear something above him, something large flying towards them. Without even thinking, he would push both hands down and with all of its might, a spectacular crack of an explosion.

Many bolts of lightning struck into the ground, while not as precise, could fit a few targets but it mainly struck the flying target as he could only hear a cry of pain before feeling the wind, it telling the Sullustan it was no longer an issue as it dropped straight to the ground. The Lightning was now almost uncontrollable as the Sullustan gently let go of his control as the random strikes of lightning would continue on the battlefield he had chosen in front of him, almost never moving. Opening his eyes, he would slowly glance at the Maitrakh with a small tear in his right eye, speaking very quietly.

"I have proven enough...take them to the Amaterasu, you have ten minutes."

The Maitrakh would stare at the Sullustan but did what he said, turning away as she would lead her people towards the aging YT-1210 freighter. It had enough bells and whistles to get them out of harms way in time but the Sullustan, standing on top of this hill, could only merely look down upon the drones that kept advancing. With it now being uncontrolled, it may be a rather large challenge to interfere with what the Sullustan was doing...but who knows. Slowly, he would descend off the hill and walk towards the landing pad, making sure to use the Force passively to ensure the lightning never struck even close to the settlement. To those outside, it looked like nature itself was attacking the settlement...but never once, striking near it.

TAGS
Galactic Alliance - Allyson Locke | Jyoti Nooran | Loske Treicolt | Weyland Castril | Ryv | Maynard Treicolt

The Bryn'adûl - Primarch Drek'ma | Hraelga Nacht | Hrajlmak'Natok | Reosyvern | Xenomir | Fomoris | Avrak | Osam |

 

[Or'Fol Moric]

Equipment: Comms, Lightclub
Location: Evac ship.
Allies: Kyra Perl Aurelius Baldor Jend-Ro Quill Jegy Sesara Ghrom the Molten Romi Jade Loske Treicolt Allyson Locke Ryv @Elise+Anyone I missed.
Enemies: Tathra Khaeus Hrajlmak'Natok Reosyvern Osam Primarch Drek'ma (Engaging)

Or'Fol continued rushing people on board, until something hit him through the Force. Something was coming. He gripped his lighclub, and began to walk away from the ship.

"If you must leave without me do it! Keep the civilians safe!" He would then walk out, keeping his weapon deactivated for the time being. the large Jedi snuck out, following his senses until he stumbled upon an immense sight. The massive biological weapons that the Bryn used. He'd heard the reports, but seeing them in person.... He had to try and stall, at least long enough. He quickly hit his comms, calling it in.

"Enemy is near my location. They have.... Creatures approaching one of the villages. If anyone can spar help, now is the time." He then looked, reaching out with the Force to shape the very earth in front of the horde. He intended to send the ground in front of them down into a large trench. They were large. They were weapons of war. They were still creatures though, and anything to slow them down would be helpful.

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Location: Noghri Village
Action: Drawing out Ghrom the Molten
Target: All Life
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Hrajlmak's brutes had made significant headway into the rain-forest. Black smoke choked the skies above, shrouding the battle in the air. On its outskirts, Hrajlmak sat restless, snapping the fleshless fingers of his right hand in frustration and boredom. He growled, shot up, removed his staff from the dirt and voicelessly ordered the troops in the forest to follow close behind as he made his way to the nearby village. There was life there he knew it. Life he could satiate his starvation with.

Minutes later they arrived at the edge of the village. A large residential area with an evacuation operation seemingly reaching its end. When the inhabitants sighted the group of towering, heavily armed beasts, it didn't take long for alarm to spread throughout. Hrajlmak pointed to the evacuation vessel, to which the brutes in the group responded by firing everything they had at it. That would draw the attention he longed for.

 

[Weyland Castril]

Wearing: Jedi Strike Armour, Shield
Carrying: Lightsaber
In: X-01 Starfighter
Strike Team: Allyson Locke | Loske Treicolt | Romi Jade | Maynard Treicolt | Ryv
Target: Tathra Khaeus

"I hear you Romi."

The Knights X-Wing fell in behind Loske's as she took the lead, Maynard and Ryv took a group of Bombers up and above the obsidian creature their leader was riding. Yet seemingly as soon as they opened fire, the massive creature darted through the air past them and toward their shuttle craft, his eyes widening as a familiar red vorpal slash of energy cut through the atmosphere toward them. The Jedi knew if he got hit by it he'd be toast, Weyland yanked hard - barrel rolling out of the way and firing at the obsidian creature as it blasted past them toward a newly arriving group of Ra'maks.

"He's going for the shuttles! Watch for the Ra'maks, their tri-beams are incredibly powerful. They'll eviscerate us if we get hit."

Weyland banked hard, eyes dancing across the flanking force of Ra'mak War Beasts as their tri-beam lasers tore through some of the larger shuttles like butter; explosions scattering evacuee bodies throughout the atmosphere. The obsidian creature seemed to cut through one of the smaller vessels like it was nothing, its wings like massive blades.

"Damn it!" Weyland leaned forward in his chair, noticing the beast was seemingly on a return course toward them as they darted toward the nest of Ra'maks.

Weyland's X-Wing dived and swerved, some twenty Phedrak Fighters were behind them. He couldn't tell if they were chasing him or not but their hail of fire was nearly impossible to avoid.

"We're gonna get slaughtered if this turns into a dog-fight. We need to kill that thing and quick!"

 

[Salamander]

Allies: Kyra Perl Aurelius Baldor Jend-Ro Quill Jegy Sesara Ghrom the Molten Romi Jade Loske Treicolt Allyson Locke Ryv Elise
Enemies: Tathra Khaeus Hrajlmak'Natok Reosyvern Osam
Engaging: Primarch Drek'ma
Assisting: Or'Fol Moric

Static crackled in the cavernous dukha. Heliobas had kept the commlink given to him long ago by the others, and through it he heard someone asking for help.

The Dynast standing before him tittered excitedly. "The invasion has begun, then. We will stand and fight."

"You have no choice now," Heliobas murmured. "There is still time to get the women and children to the evac ships. Let your warriors cover their exit. Do not follow me - I walk alone."

The Dynast hissed in disapproval, thinking him arrogant for demanding solitude, but no one attempted to tail the offworlder who had come to negotiate.

As Heliobas left to provide aid, he changed shape. His flesh crawled over his bones, reforming into a new creature. The Shi'ido considered matching the size and shape of the "flesh tanks" unleashed by the Bryn'adul, but decided to counter their strengths instead. What came into being was similar to a voxyn, though lacking the disease-coated claws and poisonous barbed tail. To avoid being mistaken for another one of the enemy's experiments, he colored himself white and permitted his presence to be known through the Force, exuding an aura of Light that no true voxyn could possess.

Coming up over a ridge, he saw the horde bursting upon the village, headed for the evac ships. He bounded eight-legged across the ground toward them, acid gathering at the back of his throat.

 

[Reosyvern]

Equipment: None
Location: Aboard a Debaucher
Objective: Board the Venture-class Star Galleon, Aurelius Baldor
Allies: Bryn’adul
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, Aurelius Baldor



The Debaucher didn’t waste time or speed on maneuvering, it was a one-track mind beast. During the time it would take to load the large Assault Concussion Missiles the Debaucher was closing in, a benefit of straightforward movement instead of taking time to change direction in space. Both the beast and the Galleon were of the same speeds, though the Venture had better maneuverability. If the Debaucher tried to maneuver, it would likely never achieve the goal of catching the Galleon, so it did the only thing that it could - keep moving forward.

One of the Assault Concussion Missiles smashed into the hide of the Debaucher, a large flash as the air within the missile casing exploded briefly in the vacuum of space. Shards of the Debaucher’s singed upper hide shattered outwards from the impact zone. Those within the Debaucher were thrown to their backs and stomachs as they were unable to compensate for the sudden impact.

“Geur!” Reosyvern roared out as he was thrown to his side by the powerful blast. The Bryn’dul party leader shouted out a command that was lost in a see of grunts, growls, howls, and roars. This wasn’t good, the Debaucher was a powerful beast, but if it took another missile it would be dead in space and so too would the party within it.

As the Galleon veered to try and turn around the beast a tendril, currently under assault by the much less effective point defense array, slammed onto the hull. Contact. The spike like teeth began to bore into the hull of the ship. Though this was only one point of contact, there was no way that a full scale, proper boarding party could depart immediately from the single tendril. The Galleon was not stopped by this tendril and could continue around to what looked like the underside of the Debaucher which lacked the tell tale coloration of the dense, blast resistant hide that had been presented to the weapon systems of the Venture-class. The Debaucher now hung onto the galleon like a drag chute, unable to will its damaged body to power through and bring more tendrils to bear.

“Go!” Shouted the Draelvaiser leader to the group, though look primarily at his protégé. Reosyvern, now moving to all fours from the ground, began to bound forward, tail whipping behind him. Though the Debaucher was full, Reosyvern passed through them as if they never existed in the first place. Within seconds the powerful limbs of the Baedurin mutant carried him up the tendril. His six eyes saw the hull, clamped down by the Debaucher’s spike like teeth that circled the tendril. With a powerful leap forward Reosyvern passed through the hull and slid into the corridor of the ship. His claws scarred the corridor with deep gashes as his multi-ton body came to a stop, though only after slamming into the far wall of the Venture-class’ mid-deck corridor.

For now, only Reosyvern was able to board the Galleon. The others were stuck near the base of the tendril, waiting for the teeth to bore into the hull of the ship before they could join him. Any onboard sensors could easily spot Reosyvern, for he likely took up the majority of the width and height of standard sized corridors even crawling as he was.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Equipment: Cuirass | Staff
Tags: Tathra Khaeus | Hrajlmak'Natok | Hraelga Nacht |
Nuisances:[Engaging:] Kelsie Sylvan | Salamander | Or'Fol Moric | Jegy Sesara | Kaleleon
Forces: Rhivaks, Brumaks, Savage Drones, Drones, Brutes, Shamans,

Across the battlefield, there was no doubt that the Noghir and accompanying Jedi and other blind souls were putting up resistance. But if one thing had been confirmed, it was that the Noghri were pitifully primitive.

The Chieftain had made the correct choice in bringing Hive Bombers to this occasion, yet the Primarch had not called for their arrival, not as of yet. Ahead, a trench was formed from the earth by some cosmic influence; forcing the Drones and Brutes into cover. The Savage Drones simply crawled over the trench whilst the agile Rhivaks leapt the distance, the Brumaks held back - using their chaining power abilities to deliver powerful salvo's capable of turning buildings into craters.

Dozens of the Drones were being seemingly vaporised from afar, and some beast acted as mount for a Human. One powerful force user seemingly summoned thundering strikes of lightning, eviscerating dozens of Savage Drones acting as their vanguard. He could feel them all, their assailants all showed bravery. Courage, but a weakness, an ignorance to the gifts of the Titan Khaeus. They would all know, before the end.

"Enough of this charade." In unison with his subservient Shamans, some fifty Hive Bombers landed throughout the major villages and city in the highest areas of population, all spread out five hundred metres in every direction from one and other. With every landing, the Hive Bombers would release a EMP wave, disrupting some of the various vessels planet-side, halting their take off. The massive creatures abdomens would begin to shift, convulse and be cut open by the hundreds of Draeyde within them. For every Hive Bomb, a gust of strange, airborne black ink would flood every inch of the air.

Almost every inch of the populated major areas would be consumed in a synthetic night, blinding those who could not see their enemies. Whilst the Draelvasier and their infrared vision would find their enemies easily.

Seemingly harmless, for a moment. In the blink of an eye the black consumed air was suddenly filled with flying creatures; in seconds hundreds of Noghri within the city would to turned to little more than mulched meat.

The Shamans in control of the individual packs of Draeyde would remain within the safe confines of the Dropships whilst the Primarch would remain at the back of their forces.

 

[Aurelius Baldor]

Equipment: BAW-56, BAW-57, Mono-edge cutlass
Ships: The Dervish WR-542 Shooting Star, Venture-class Star Galleon, squadron of assorted light freighters
Objective: Help evacuation efforts, Destroy Debaucher, Eliminate onboard threat
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Bryn’adûl, Reosyvern

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The bridge crew cheered as they saw that the enemy vessel, if they could call it that, definitely felt that missile, but the celebratory cheers were followed by shouts of "Kark!" and other such expletives as the tendril slammed into the Venture's hull. That couldn't be good. The ship's sensors detected Reosyvern enter the ship, and the automated systems began doing their best to trap the creature in a corridor with blast doors slamming shut, as well as ray shields to keep it in place until they could figure out what to do with it. How effective that would be was to be seen.

The ship continued its trajectory, and it was not long before the underbelly of the Debaucher came into sight. Aurelius straightened himself, muttering curses under his breath as the unexpected impact had caused the cigar to fly from his hand. "Load again and focus fire where its hide is different!" Aurelius commanded, pointing accusingly at the underbelly of the Debaucher with the now-empty hand. The ship's guns changed their targeting parameters immediately, and within moments began concentrating their fire on the differently-toned underbelly. It would take a bit to reload the assault concussion missiles again, but once they were loaded they too would target the softer area.

Aurelius drew his BAW-56, keeping it at hand in case that thing, or any other surprises the Bryn’adûl had in store, found its way to the bridge. His scanners showed what had just happened planetside, and he grunted in exasperation once again. How was the Venture going to make it down there even if they destroyed the Debaucher? He shook his head, reminding himself to take this one step at a time.

One dangerous, possibly deadly step at a time.

 

[Kelsie Sylvan]

H O N O G H R

Tag: Osam Kaleleon Primarch Drek'ma
Equipment: A Surprise for Tathra, Trusty Sidearm, Sharp Wits, A Cold Demeanor, Grit and Spunk and whatever else​

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Click.

The ammunition cell popped out of the chamber as the lasers coming out of the head of one of those big horned beasts finally stopped. What remained of the Rhivak crumpled, knocking over the wall of a nearby house. Nobody was using it anymore, but Kelsie still winced. Since the Drael group that had led the charge had taken cover, Kelsie had had to pick other targets -- that probably meant they would realize the weakness of the rifle when they didn't get any rounds piercing through the walls.

In the meantime she'd knocked down a few of the big ones; tanks, but weird. Both types were dangerous, but the horned ones were a little faster. The Noghri were dealing with the swarms of drones pretty well despite the lack of... well, advanced weaponry. They could keep up with the speed of the savage drones, but the tanks were a little too tough. If the Bryn'adûl were to face a fully equipped military, it'd level the playing field a lot more. Any of the major nations could step in and stop this. Well, probably. She knew this was only the tip of the iceberg. More drop pods hit the ground in the distance. It seemed the iceberg was tipping a little further. That wasn't good for the Noghri still fighting.

And now... somebody was here. Great. She shimmied away from the top of the Grand Dukha, turning towards the spaceport where... WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! Some giant killing machine... that was eating a Bryn'adûl warrior.

Kelsie wanted one.

<<"Nice job,">> she commented about his handiwork. There wasn't much time to waste. <<"The Noghri are holding off most of them closer to the edge of the city, I'm currently at the Grand Dukha, biggest building you can see. You've got t-">>

The first Hive Bomber hit the ground a half a block away, spewing forth a cloud of black vapor. She knew what came next -- the shrieks of those little flesh-eating monsters reminded her of that less than lovely time on Kashyyyk. But now she didn't have the gear to deal with this all properly; she hadn't even gotten armored up with any kind of protection. They'd tear her apart in seconds... and it made it worse that a half dozen more landed in the city around her. Two stood like a looming gate between her and the spaceport, before they exploded into clouds of black gas.

<<"Buddy, you there? Get everyone who hasn't loaded yet onto the A-class, the big one, and get out of here. NOW.">> She couldn't see if the spaceport had been covered in the ink -- in fact, she couldn't see much of anything, as another Hive Bomber hit the ground behind her and she was enveloped in darkness. She could hear the screeches. There was no choice, she needed to move. The Jedi couldn't help her now; she was on her own, in the dark, with nothing but a rifle and her own skills. It reminded her of the old days. Back then, she'd never thought she actually might die in a combat mission, but nowadays her point of view had changed a bit. Now she could only hope.

Kelsie slid off the roof of the Dukha, tossing her rifle to the ground and clambering down off the side. It was the biggest building in Nystao, but it wasn't a long climb. Unfortunately the Noghri's buildings weren't sturdy enough to keep out a ravenous horde of Draeyde. She needed to move quickly. Kelsie hastily grabbed her flashlight, turning it on and strapping it to her belt. It wouldn't be enough to kill them, but it might deter them. If not -- she reloaded her antimatter rifle quickly, then began her mad dash in the direction of the spaceport.

Without the control of a master, the Draeyde had spread out across the nearby area, attacking whatever they could find. It wasn't long before they found Kelsie, and she heard the cacophony of screeches as a column of them swarmed from behind her. The light from her flashlight had, for the most part, deterred the little flesh-eaters from attacking her front. Sprinting through the darkness, chased by a flock of monsters, with no one to help. Kelsie primed a CryoBan grenade, then tossed it over her shoulder in hopes to slow the pack down a little.

Just a little... but who was she kidding? She didn't know how much further the spaceport was, and her breath was getting short as the darkness encroached on what little light she had. But she didn't stop running -- she couldn't. Today wasn't the day. She could do better than this inky-black hellhole covered in disgusting little monsters.

 

[Kaleleon]

OBJECTIVE: A Titan stands his ground, Aid Others to the Ships
LOCATION: Honoghr, Spaceport
EQUIPMENT: Armor | Hand Cannon | Lightsaber
COMPANION: Narma, The best Girl!
ALLIES: Kelsie Sylvan Salamander Or'Fol Moric Jegy Sesara
ENEMIES: Osam Primarch Drek'ma Hrajlmak'Natok Hraelga Nacht

The Familiar captains voice came over the radio. She was issuing out information she knew about ships that needed to be loaded. Nodding my head, Narma was protecting my back. Rushing after two Bryn who were shooting at her. Good thing her armor was rather protective. Barely making a burn mark on the white bone plates as she rammed her spiked foreplate into the first one. A loud crunch could likely be heard over the radio as I signaled back to the Captain.

"Then you better get your ass here too. Not leaving without a Captain to fly the ship. I can hold them off for quite some time."

One raised a rifle at me. While I could not see em, I knew he was there. I could feel the ripples within the water as he moved and aimed at me. Turning around, an outstretched hand formed a downward cage with my fingers. Suddenly, just before he fired, was a bright purple bubble that formed around em. The round bounced around within and dissipated. However, it was not over.

Closing my hand, The purple field of Force energy closed in around itself crushing the being to death. Nothing more than paste within mere seconds. It felt so good to have control over my fields. However, I could hear a screaming. An unnatural primal scream coming down from the heavens. Looking up, numerous shapes formed of almost a star patterned creature. A maw that released howls.

"Heel!"

The Tuk'ata's head turned around to face me from the dying Bryn. Covered in black sludge of their blood, she ran to me. And as soon as she was within my influence, My hands were thrown out to either side. Once more a purple barrier was formed. A dome in which protected me as one of the beasts landed directly upon the shield, bounced, then fell to the ground from damaging itself. I looked at it with wonder as a black smoke, darker than the heart of a Sith spewed out from the creature.

"Mask on."

A HUD notification came up rapidly to apply the air supply I had for the armor. Filtering out any air that could have been dangerous to me. Dropping the shield, it fizzed out. Almost popping.

"Captain, I need you to find me. Run as fast as you can."

Watching as the darkness surrounded me, inking everything that had any form of color. I stood still. Letting the ink warp around my light. My hands close together. Feeling the force welling between them. I closed my eyes, and just focused. Narma circling around me to protect me should anyone fire. I could feel a heat within my hands. Power of the force as the waters were attracted to me with much more power than I had once controlled as a simple farm boy from Weik.

Taking this power into one hand, I thrust it into the air. Throwing it as high as I could before using the force to push it higher. Suddenly, a bright white burning light rose from within the smoke. The Telekinetic push clearing the area around me for a couple meters. Should anyone directly look at it, eyesight could be lost, or have to avert their vision.

With a Booming voice, projected to the surrounding area.

"FOLLOW THE LIGHT!"

 

[Allyson Locke]

Flying: SK-01 "Bobcat" Interceptor​

Strike Team: Loske Treicolt Ryv Romi Jade Maynard Treicolt ​

Mission Target: Tathra Khaeus , Reosyvern & Other Bryn’adul​

Rescuing: Kaleleon Kelsie Sylvan ​

Something scratched at her mental defenses, and someone wanted to connect. Allyson didn’t recognize the signature and quickly barricaded her mind tighter against the invader. No one was allowed in there; no one was ever going to crawl into her mind ever again. In defiance, Allyson’s mental presence shouted back towards the invader ( Romi Jade ) STAY OUT! Melding was out of the question, and Allyson continued on her own. Breaking formation was something she knew was necessary - the pilotless fighters tried to overwhelm, and they had begun. The Bobcat twisted and with every lock on the Vespa ripper tore through the quick-moving fighters.​

Thinning the mob, Allyson made a quick count of her teammates and saw that everyone was surviving. Though seeing that Maynard arrived in a Y-Wing, she sighed softly and knew the pilot was going to be okay.​

As the Bobcat maneuvered moving to lock onto another grouping of the pests, a weak wave moved through her comms. What she gathered from it was someone was in deep trouble. “Bait, this doesn’t look good.” As she spoke, the fighter flew across the clouded area, which started to push the smoke thinning it out. As they came across the second time, Allyson shifted control to the droid and slowed the fighter down enough into a hover, allowing her to drop out. Her power armor used its repulsers to land safely, and she stood with the rebreather in her mouth and shotgun drawn. The fighter took off once more and did another round to try and thin the unknown substance again, after its third pass - it remained to hover closer to the ground.​

Allyson took off on foot, heading towards the bright light that shined in the aura of darkness, she hoped whoever was there was safe. A small light on the end of the shotgun flickered in morse code, alerting the ones that she was running up to that she was a friend. It would be a pretty poor rescue if those in trouble attempted to kill her.​

 

[Ghrom the Molten]

Location: A Noghri village far side of the Continent
Action: Evacuation
Opposition: Hrajlmak'Natok

Two and a half hours before Bryn'adul attack
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"We have a weapon..." the choking Noghri elder said. Ghrom was surprised by the response and dropped the man. As he held his throat the others rushed over to his aide. He gave them a minute to recover, to get their composure.

"Speak..." Is all the Stone monolith said.

"Plague water, our elders speak of a time, hundreds of years ago a great ship fell from the sky. It released a great plague upon this world, killing off most of the plant and animal life. While the planet has recovered there are still pockets of water, where plants won't grow. Any life that touches these isolated pools withers and burns..."

The dark giant stood silent for a minute, pondering the words he had heard. Then simply said, "Show me..."

Present day
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The shields of the transport flashed as exotic weapons hammered it from the edge of the village. As the last of the villagers loaded the "plague water" into the vessel Ghrom and the remaining warriors, most old with their best days behind them ran to meet the on coming horde. The needed to buy time this transport would soon launch and it was full of not only survivors but a substance that could be refined into a possible weapon to fight their enemy. The needed to hold out till the final transport arrived. The one that would evacuate them to safety. Till then he needed to engage them. Take the fire off the transports. So they charged, moving around into the Bryn'adul flank, full force with no plan, only blind rage.

"Bryn'adul, I am Ghrom of Hurikane, this day you shall feel my wrath!"