Enter The Thunderdome | EE vs Bryn'adul

[Frontier Tenacity]

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OOC Thread​

Following the devastating attack on the Droid Fleet, the AI construct now known as Asmaudeus has been forced to turn to alternative methods, bringing a new foe into the fray to delay the march of the Bryn’adul for as long as possible whilst it rebuilds its forces.

The Eternal Empire are drawn to Tund once again with rumours that the Hand of Light, an organization of rogue Jedi extremists, has risen again, rebuilding an old fortress within the depths of a treacherous radioactive bog. In reality the AI has falsified these claims, drawing the Eternal Empire within view of the Bryn’adul in hopes of causing conflict.

Unsure of what to expect from the Bryn’adul and fearing a possible connection with the Hand of Light, Strategic Command, the Eternal Empire’s governing body, has deployed a regiment of Ultranauts and ordered them to dig in, locate the rogue Jedi and wipe them out before the Bryn’adul manage to mobilize the bulk of their forces and bring them to bear against the Imperial expedition.

The arrival of the Imperial task force has caught the attention of the Bryn’adul battlenet, which prompted the immediate deployment of a counter-invasion force. The Eternal Empire may have arrived first, but the Bryn’adul will not tolerate such an unprecedented military expedition at their doorstep.

Catching wind of the AI construct and its ploy to draw both forces together, the Imperial forces realize they are now in a race against time and decide to make a play to grab the AI, hoping to use it in future conflicts.

The Bryn’adul deploy to the ground, bringing forth monstrous beasts in an attempt to halt the collection of the AI and destroy both the Droids and Eternal Empire’s forces.

OOC Info:

The EE will be deploying a single regiment, due to the distances involved and the logistics of deploying a large force so far away from Kalidan. The EE deployment will be limited to a single regiment, about 5000 infantry + vehicles, engineers and accompanying logistics personnel (drivers, etc).

NPCs would be limited to a few squads or vehicles per writer, on the EE side. We’re heavily outnumbered and this needs to be reflected in the thread.

The Bryn’adul will be deploying a response-force from Lowick and Edemar, a large force of 10,000+ Infantry, beasts and various other war mechanisms.

Following discussions, we have decided against fleeting in this skirmish.

The Wheel of Misfortune:

Due to the environmental conditions, we came up with the idea of adding some environmental hazards that may randomly occur. Every 10 posts, one of the admins of the two factions will roll a D6. Based on the number, one of the following things will happen:


1 - Nothing happens
2 - A servitor is mutated into a maddened beast
3- The plants start spitting acid and eating people
4- A legion of Sentinel Droids are deployed
5- Where two or more PCs are, the ground starts exuding poisonous fumes
6- Tathra rees

Spoiler: EE Tag List

[member="Corran Conner"] | [member="Saabossi"] | [member="Curupira Hawk"] | [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] | [member="Gerhard Manndorf"] | [member="Ilsa Visel"] | [member="Anton Delane"] | [member="Hydrocus Venetia"] | [member="Lorelai Ventira"] | [member="Zoe Rosella"] | [member="Rath Exigo"] | [member="Darth Tacitus"] | [member="Wilhelm Von Reinhardt"] | [member="Auron Song"] | [member="Zoe Rosella"] | [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] | [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Maani"] | [member="Kresslyn Cantor"] | [member="Goonch Bagarius Yarrelli"] | [member="Valrayne"] | [member="Nerulic"] | [member="Custani Valcho"] | [member="Cero Pax"] | [member="Juggernaut"] | [member=”Marcus Itera”] | [member=”Mythos”] | [member=”Jersan Acklhus”] | [member=”Ren Vexx”] | [member=”James Cerensp”] | [member=”Vyra Silara”] | [member=”Skorov”] | [member=”Centiro”]

Spoiler: Bryn'adul Tag List

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Galak"] [member="Azarak Drek'ma"] [member="Aovinr"] @Hraelga Nacht [member="Xrobas H'kahn"] @Lerropten @Hrajlmak'Natok [member="Kyrim Tenebris"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

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Draemidus Prime - Xraeldrask | Chieftains Citadel

[SIZE=11pt]The Titan sat in meditation, the world shut off to him within the anechoic chamber. Nothing but the hungry breath emanating from deep in his chest, the cold touch of the Kraelmundr metal coiled around his body. The long tapered loincloth resting against his crossed legs, numb from hours of sitting. He almost forgot he had legs. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A dull, painful thud erected from somewhere within earshot- the pain was a misplaced response, a rather churlish response to a nuisance, the Titan chided himself. Reluctant eyes opened, opaque and alert as they searched for the source, noting the ebbing flow of the Stones around him. Something required his attention. He allowed the force ebbing crystal to enter his mind, creating the apparition of a familiar face. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Sire, Tund has become occupied once more. A small force, humanoid. They have deployed in full.” Naval Admiral Farask spoke with haste, reporting the necessary details and little more.[/SIZE]

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[Prepare for my arrival.] The Titan replied.[/SIZE]

Aboard the Conquester Divine Brutality, Tund System

[SIZE=11pt]The gargantuan Titan strode the length of the Divine’s bridge, arriving at the Command Area beside Admiral Farask. Aboard a Human vessel, the majority of the Officers staffing the ship no doubt would’ve turned their attention to him, instead they focused on their duty. Their only purpose was their duty. The Admiral afforded him a small nod of acknowledgement, turning to the observation glass. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“What visible ships they have are in atmosphere, Corvette Dropships. Their forces have already deployed on the planet. Five-Thousand Strong alongside a large deployment of vehicles.” The Admiral explained, using a View stone connected to the table between them to show the Chieftain a view of the scanned terrain. [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=11pt][Good. I will lead the Primary Force. I want four Carriers overhead, deploy for atmosphere. The rest may remain in orbit.] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]The Divine Brutality was accompanied by ten other Conquesters, and six Carriers. They could spare some. Tathra spent no time awaiting a reply, his Command would be followed. The Titan turned on his heel, marching out of the Divine Brutalitys Bridge. He would rejoin the Dreddikkast in its deployment bay. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Four of the Phedrak Carriers realigned, lowering into the upper-atmosphere above the Eternal Empire deployment. First, two Carriers would deploy their primary force outside of the enemy perimeter using Heldrak Dropships. The Primary force would consist of a bulk of the specialised forces, whilst the secondary force would be their fodder. The other two Carriers would deploy the Secondary force via the use six Heldrak Dropships within the Eternal Empires perimeter and thirty Dispersal Pods jettisoned to land throughout the enemy lines. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]No doubt the Eternal Empire would resist, Tathra was vaguely aware of their capabilities. However, the Titan had no doubt they could not withstand the might of the Bryn’adul. There was no hope for them here. Even this small counter-force they had mustered would be more than enough of a match for the Imperials.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Brynadul’s primary force’s arrival was supplemented by the landing of ten Dispersal Pods, each carrying fourteen Quilxyn, during flight the Quilxyn created a concentrated shield barrier - establish a protected Landing Zone for the Bryn’adul Primary Force. The Chieftain pulled himself into the beasts saddle, grasping tightly at the reigns as the Winged-Serpent used its many tendril-like limbs to eject itself from the hangar bay, launching itself out ahead of the Dropships,[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=11pt]Unit Formation:[/SIZE]

Spoiler

[SIZE=11pt]Infantry[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]xhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/136998-brynadûl-crusaders-drones/#entry18708868,000 Drones [10 Battalions][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]xhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/144131-brynadûl-savage-drone/6,000 Savage Drones [4 Shock Vanguards][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]xhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/137584-brynadûl-crusaders-draeyde-swarm/?hl=bryn'adul30 Draeyde Packs[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]xhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/130759-brynadûl-crusaders-the-brutes/?hl=bryn'adul400 Brutes[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]xhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/145468-brynadûl-ravager-brute/40 Ravager Brutes[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]xhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/142032-brynadûl-zealot/?p=192032118 Zealots[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]xhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/141765-brynadûl-arevallicar-syphon/?p=191863512 Syphons[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]xhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/137566-brynadûl-crusaders-shamans/40 Shamans[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Air-Support[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]xhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/144385-brynadûl-ramak-war-beast/?p=194119442 Ra’mak War Beasts[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]xhttps://starwarsrp.net/topic/150885-brynadûl-phedrak-fighter/60 Phedrak Fighter Squadrons[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]xhttps://starwarsrp.net/topic/151214-brynadûl-heldrak-dropship/9 Heldrak Dropships[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]xhttps://starwarsrp.net/topic/151214-brynadûl-heldrak-dropship/40 Heldrak Dispersal Pods[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Beasts[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]xhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/146248-brynadûl-rhivak/500 Rhivaks[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]xhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/146230-brynadûl-brumak/?view=getnewpost350 Brumaks[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]xhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/142087-brynadûl-obalisc-destroyer/?p=19207886 Obaliscs[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]xhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/138228-brynadûl-crusaders-writhing-servitors/4 Servitors[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]xhttps://starwarsrp.net/topic/141783-brynadûl-quilxyn/140 Quilxyn[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]xhttps://starwarsrp.net/topic/151187-brynadûl-phaedra-seeker/?p=20036615 Seeker Units[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]xhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/147831-brynadûl-dreddikkast-beast/1 Dreddikkast[/SIZE]
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[Kainan Wolfe]

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Attn: Open​

Equipment: Vestments of the Reaper | All-Seeing Eye | Wither (Sword) | Spear of the Unbeliever | Shroudsaber | Sith Lightsabers | Standard Rebreather​

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• FOB Charon
  Tund, Wild Space

Spoiler: 117 Ultranaut Regiment

• Infantry:
• 5000x Ultranauts
• 680x Combat Engineers
• 680x Ghost Troopers
• 50x Pyronauts
• 10x Psi Corps Operatives
  
• Vehicles:
• 100x Sarissa-pattern Main Battle Tanks
• 100x Xiphos-pattern Infantry Fighting Vehicles
• 150x Armadillo Armored Personnel Carriers
• 50x Foxhound Light Attack Vehicles
• 40x KV-109 Jet Bikes
• 40x Centipede Siege Walkers
• 20x Spider Strike Walkers
  
• Logistics:
• 200x Warthog Protected Mobility Vehicles
• 40x Titan-pattern Armored Heavy Transports
• 60x Lykos-pattern Armored Utility Vehicles
  
• Artillery:
• 100x Gorgon-pattern Towed Howitzers
• 100x Drakon-pattern Self-Propelled Howitzers
• 20x Crimson Fire Missile Tanks
• 80x Scorpion MLRS
• 100x Sfyra-pattern Anti-Tank Guns
• 100x KC-MT9 Gauss Field Mortars
  
• Anti-Air Defenses:
• 80x Hydra-pattern Surface-To-Orbit Missile Launchers
• 120x Viper Self-Propelled Air Defense Systems
  
• Air Support:
• 4x I-3A Lance Fighter Squadrons
• 3x I-4V Dive Bomber Squadrons
• 6x Sigma-class Heavy Assault Dropships
• 10x Styx-class Assault Dropship Squadrons
  
• Additional Heavy Units:
• 3x Eviscerator ATDMs
• 1x TX-1 War Droid

Adjusting his rebreather, the Sith Lord surveyed the deployment around him from his vantage point in the command post of the encampment. The battlefield fortification was abuzz with activity, troops marching to their posts, engineers finishing the construction of the forward operating base’s network of earthworks, trenches, bunkers and artillery emplacements. Everyone worked silently, efficiently, like individual cells coming together to form the beating heart of the Eternal Empire: its military.

Not since the ancient Mandalorian crusaders had there been such a force in the galaxy. The soldiers of the Eternal Army were more than just warriors fighting for personal glory or wealth, more than just professionals fighting because it was their job. They were Ultranauts. Soldiers of an Empire whose culture revolved around a singular purpose: to wage war. This was more than just a job for these men, it was their duty, their reason for being. To wage war for the Eternal Empire, to crush its enemies and secure its interests, to live and die in service of their nation, this was their highest aspiration. Imperials lived and died by the sword, it was their way.

The 117th Ultranaut Regiment was an experienced unit. It would take an experienced unit to carry out this operation, since Strategic Command did not know what to expect. Intel was scarce about the planet, as Imperial forces had not set foot on it in over a decade. They had to move fast, though. Reports from the region suggested that a new power had arisen to dominate Wild Space, a nation the Imperials recognized as the Bryn’adul. Vicious and warlike, the beastmen had almost clashed with the Empire before, on Eshan, but despite that, the Imperials had precious little information about them. They were ferocious, relentless and deployed great tunneling beasts in combat, but that was the extent of the Empire’s knowledge about their race.

It was a fair assumption, however, that they would not tolerate the presence of a large foreign military on their borders. And this far from its own homeworld, with resources stretched thin, the Empire could not afford to get bogged down in a war of attrition with the Bryn’adul. They had to accomplish their objectives fast.

Deploying from a small fleet of Sigma-class dropships and several of the Eternal Navy’s stealthy subspace cruisers, the regiment wasted no time at all digging in. The forward operating base had gone up in mere hours, giving the Imperials a secure position from which to fight. Scouts were already deployed ahead, searching for the presumed Hand of Light base, while engineers prepared another secret weapon for deployment. Eager to swiftly take out whatever defenses the Hand of Light possessed, the Imperials had brought three of their Eviscerator ATDMs, colossal mechanical abominations which could swiftly tunnel under any fortifications or defenses they encountered, equipped with ground penetrating radars which allowed them to detect any obstacles too tough or dangerous to simply tunnel through, such as mines.

As infantry manned the trenches, columns of tanks and other armored vehicles formed up for the inevitable assault. Artillery was pre-sighted, the Empire’s heavy guns ready to annihilate any potential counterattack by the Jedi forces in a hellish rain of fire and steel. Squadrons of starfighters and dive bombers circled above, while anti-air defenses watched the sky for any surprises.

An officer walked into the command post and saluted in Imperial style, fist-over-heart, as he delivered a report. “<<My lord. An unidentified fleet has been detected approaching the planet. The ships are of unknown design,>>” the officer spoke in High Nelvaanian, the Imperial language, delivering the news.

Tacitus’ response was calm, collected, as if unsurprised by this new development. Nobody seemed put off by this, the Imperial officers had become accustomed to their leader’s cold, calculating demeanor. Unlike most Sith, Tacitus did not let his emotions rule him. He used them like a tool, a weapon, just like he used everything else. “<<Sound the alert. Prepare for battle.>>”

 

[Ren Vexx]

Lord Vexx gathered his best troops. Two squads of Ultranauts, with plans to win or die trying. To them, he was General Vexx. He didn’t have time to gather 5,000 soldiers on Darth Tacitus’ emergency call however.

When they landed, the soldiers took their place with the army and Vexx ignited his lightsaber. He was going to enjoy this. He stowed his weapon and came to Tacitus. “My Lord. I brought my most combat ready soldiers. And myself. For the service of the Empire.”

(https://starwarsrp.net/topic/131225-ultranaut-corps/)

 

[Cero Pax]

Cero was no stranger to war. It was one of the many lessons that composed his education as a child. He'd been assigned military treatise to study, battle formations to comprehend, and the histories of empires long since lost to memorize. All of this done in order to mold him into one of the finest soldiers in the galaxy. Or so he'd been told. In truth, he'd never been apart of an operation on a scale of one such as this one. More so due to personal preference than lack of opportunity. While many would think wars would be the most lucrative for a mercenary, in reality they usually brought high risk, low rewards. Lack of support, delayed payments, or just no payment at all were common. But Tacitus' empire was different. They were efficient. Organized. A well oiled machine with working cogs and gears. That, and they'd payed on time and generously.

As he made his way through the encampment, he considered their soon to be opposition. Jedi. Cero had never fought one of the Force-wielders in combat before, but like most of those trained as Mando'ade, he possessed the skills and gear to handle one. He'd have been lying to himself if he didn't say that he was both excited and anxious about the coming confrontation. The Force was a versatile tool. It's applications could change the course of a fight in moments. His own abilities would be rudimentary against that of an actual order, but he still wanted to test himself against it.

He entered the command post just as the officer exited. Darth Tacitus held an incredible presence, and that wasn't just speaking of the aura that Cero could feel through his own Force-sensitivity. He didn't seem to match up with the stories of Sith and their elaborate styles of dress and speech. He resembled a dignified king more so than a power hungry dark lord. Around him he heard voices speak in the language of the Eternal Empire. He was making efforts to learn it, considering the length of his contract, but he was only in the beginning stages of understanding. Luckily, Tacitus and many of the others spoke Basic. "Sure you brought enough guns?" He joked, "Never heard of these Bryn'daul before. But from what I heard from your men, they're beasts. Like Wookies. Sounds kind of strange that Jedi would be working with them."

[member="Darth Tacitus"], Open

 

[Juggernaut]

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Attn: [member=Ren Vexx] | [member=[/FONT]Cero Pax] | [member=[/FONT]Darth Tacitus] | Open
Equipment: x1 Heavily Modified Rearguard ‘Giant’ Armor, x1 Heavily Modified, Single-Person KC-M5 Heavy Machinegun, x1 KC-249 General Purpose Repeating Blaster, x4 KC-95 Blaster Pistols, Red Giant Lightsaber
Attachment: x2 Rearguards, x1 Level 2 Contractor 'The Hound' of the Contractors' Guild, x1 Platoon (20) of Ultranauts, x12 KV-1504 'Foxhound' Light Attack Vehicles


Wastelands
Tund, Wild Space

There was a great deal of chatter among the other Level 6 contractors in the secret, encrypted channels of the Contractors' Guild, with a betting table on the outcome of the upcoming conflict. Juggernaut bet on his success as he always had, to the growing ire of the other contractors due to the fact that he was slowly taking all their credits with his flawless contractor record.

As the handful of Level 6 contractors doubted even the Eternal Empire would survive against a horde of alien beasts from Wild Space, Juggernaut's betting odds were enough to bankrupt even the deep pockets of the other Level 6 contractors. Failure was never a consideration or an option, and so, the hefty winnings were as good as his.

Not that Juggernaut had any use for shiny pieces of metal or electronic impulses within a few computers that validated his material wealth. Only instruments of war were of any importance to Juggernaut, and he was eager to exchange his upcoming wealth from the betting table once again to expand his Rearguard.

Juggernaut was specifically tasked with leading a group of the Eternal Empire's reconnaissance forces, which ultimately required him to leave the confines of the much safer and more heavily gunned forward military base of the Eternal Empire on Tund. And so, Juggernaut did not have the time to even have a moment to catch his breath and was immediately shipped out with a squadron of Styx-class Assault Dropships which dropped him and his platoon of twenty Ultranauts a few kilometers away from the last known locations of the Jedi before swiftly returning to the base. Each of the Styx-class Assault Dropships carried three KV-1504 'Foxhound' Light Attack Vehicles mounted with KC-M5 Heavy Machineguns, which Juggernaut and his reconnaissance group would utilize to quickly search the area for the base of the Hand of Light.

As Juggernaut slowly drove his KV-1504 'Foxhound' Light Attack Vehicle off the ramp of the Styx-class Assault Dropship, a mercenary dressed in a black enviro-suit that covered his entire body opened the side door and hopped next to him. Juggernaut turned and recognized him as the Level 2 Contractor that he was paired with: this particular contractor was a Force sensitive Kiffar who utilized an advanced form of psychometry and Force vision to quickly search for targets. The radiation-infested zones of Tund would make any technology unreliable, especially sophisticated sensors, so the Eternal Empire had opted to obtain this Kiffar's superior sensory abilities as a viable alternative.

The Kiffar had a KC-M74S Designated Marksman Rifle fitted with Tungsten slugs laced with his own concoction of refined Trihexalon and traditional Kiffar poison. The Kiffar nodded in greeting and Juggernaut nodded back in response.

"So, the Hound. I have heard much about your abilities from the other Level 6 Contractors, it is a pleasure working with you."

The Hound grunted and nodded again. Shrugging, Juggernaut began driving the 'Foxhound' forward, in the direction of the best guessed position of the Hand of Light. Comm-ing the platoon of Ultranauts and his two accompanying Rearguards, Juggernaut ordered:

"Alright, keep a tight formation behind me. Be prepared to break apart upon enemy contact and fan out to execute flanking maneuvers to contain and isolate the enemy. If the enemy force is too overwhelming, we shall retreat together to the base under the covering fire provided by the gunners."

Revving his engine one last time, Juggernaut entered the desolate wastelands of Tund.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

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​Tags- [member="Tathra Khaeus"]
​Gear: Barad Glaive | Radesh Shredder |
​Deployment: x6 Zealots, 2x Servitors

​Leaving the Dropship

​The smell was different. It was the first thing the Primarch noticed, the radioactive air stung at his nostrils. The impurity, caused by technological warfare. Yet another reminder of why they were here, in the passing months they had been tested multiple times by foreign powers. Now another stood at their doorstep, a Human Empire the Chieftain had apparently faced before briefly.

​The reports from Eshan had little detail on the forces of the Eternal Empire under than what was public knowledge available on their excerpts of the Holonet. However the access to such materials beyond what was freely available for educative means was scarce. The Ish'makra kept a tight lid on the world around them, the Titan himself kept even them on a need to know basis. The plague of their weakness engulfed all that could've possible been admirable about them.

​The initial reconnaissance had revealed what they expected, a small infantry force supplemented by a large grouping of artillery and heavy vehicles. Reliance on steel and electronics. Pathetic. Soon, these naves would know the extent of their failure. Their weakness would stay their feet, and they would be left behind.

​The Servitor dropships dropped into the safety of the Quilxyn's coven, releasing two into the ground. The Primarch pulled in a deep breath, allowing the world to sink in. The force ebbed and flowed through the Primarch, his senses reaching out to the massive Servitors, their mass and size controlled under his grasp. The mass of the Servitor was beyond the comprehension of his mind, his breath felt shallow; brought underground with the colossal serpents. The ferocity of the Rhivaks, the Solemn Stern determination of the Brutes. The Primarch felt it all.

​The twin Servitors both began to dig toward the enemy position both nearly a hundred metres underground. This was the first move.

 

[Galak]

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​Tags- [member="Azarak Drek'ma"], [member="Tathra Khaeus"]
​Gear: Bryn Shot | Radesh Automatic Weapon | Barad Special Operations Armour | Barad Glaive |

​​Galak's recent promotion to General had put him in a strange position, the Brute had been used to leading a few Squads. Now, he presided over a whole unit, right now even more so. This was a smaller operation than he was used to, squashing a small force was a easy job compared to razing a planet. Still, they'd probably put up a better fight than farmers and natives. Based on the recon scans, the Eternal Empire were better equipped than most of their local resistance.

​"Deploying the Obaliscs, Syphons at the rear guard." ​The General barked his orders with vigour.

His rifle in hand, his eyes were drawn away from their troops towardto the bog. The Brute hadn't quite seen anything like this dirty cesspool before. But apparently the Chieftain had fought here, once before. His eyes shifted to the great beast, the winged Dreddikkast had descended ahead of their drop formation. Something about the strange terrain made him nervous, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

​Galak looked back once again, their Orkale Gunships carried the ten Brutes units they'd brought, Rhivaks deployed up front with the Brumaks behind. Above them, some forty Ra'mak War Beasts came from the atmosphere; each carrying a salvo of six Dispersal Pods each. That was enough for twenty-thousand troops. It was a bit much, but it only made him wonder exactly what Tathra had planned.

​The General saddled up on his Skag, riding up to the Chieftain; ​"Sire, our troops are ready for deployment."

 

[Ren Vexx]

Vexx’s troops grew restless, standing, waiting in the wasteland. “[member="Darth Tacitus"], my soldiers want war. We can use the wilderness to our advantage. When the main force advances, we assault from behind.” He showed Tacitus on the battle map, a small unit breaks away and loops around while a significant force of soldiers advances. “The casualty rate in my group will be high. Such is the price of victory.” Vexx said calmly. Victory by any means. He didn’t know Tacitus’ prior plan, and didn’t much care to. Advancing was the only way he saw to break the enemy line. He was proposing pinching the middle of the enemy line and creating two, smaller, defeatable forces.

 

[Azazel]

Azazel stood ready with a group of common foot soldiers, cannon fodder looking to make a name for themselves for the Empire. They all were basic armor, and wielded weapons of the most simplest design. It was here, fresh out of the basic training, that Azazel would start his career of military service. It was here that Azazel would prove to all that he was worthy of the Empire. They all mumbled to themselves, but not he. No Azazel stood attentive, ready for any second notice that his body was needed. And it didn't take long.

Alarms blared in the air, the signal that it was time to fight. The sound of feet quickly and fumbling over themselves echoed the alarm as soldiers took positions.

Without hesitation, or falter, Azazel threw himself into the trenches, using the walls to support his rifle for the most accurate aim. It was there that Azazel was very still among the rest of the troops who were fidgeting and still murmuring among themselves. While he understood why they did so, he couldn't help but feel this was just another weakness the Empire could not tolerate. How was he to reply on his fellow soldier if they had the potential of faltering and becoming cowards in the face of the unworthy enemies of the Empire? These were thoughts that Azazel had, and quickly pushed away. He would tear into the enemy, make them regret attempting fate with the Empire....and then he would follow them till they were no more.

[member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Ren Vexx"] @Galak @Azarak Drek'ma @Juggernaut @Cero Pax [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

 

[Lerropten]

Lerropten hung back. He was no front line warrior, so he waited for [member="Tathra Khaeus"] 's order for the Ra'mak to move, and six of his El'Dolar were ready with him. The Shaman and geneticist looked out at the battle that would soon play out, smiling as best he could. So many possible test subjects. New genes to research, and possibly add to his new creations. Make something new with new genes. He quickly mounted one of the winged beast, ready to fly on command. This would be a great battle.

@Azazel @Ren Vexx @Galak @Azarak Drek'ma @Juggernaut @Cero Pax [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="STRATCOM"]

 

[Xrobas H'kahn]

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A Zealot's work was never done.

There was always an artifact that needed to be requisitioned. Or a target that needed to be silenced. The art of the Zealots was unique among the Bryn'adul. They were the swift strikers that would infiltrate enemy lines and hit hard and fast before the enemy can realize what had happen.

This is what Xrobas H'kahn thrived for. Ambushing the enemy and tearing them apart with his bare hands. The fear in their eyes as the last bit of life is drained from them fuels the mutant Drael. And, the time had come for him to put his skills to work. Invaders from another planet had come searching for glory.

All they would find would be pain.

Deep within the bowels of the Conquestor Divine Brutality, Xrobas stirred. He waited for his call. For he would wreak havoc among the invader forces and drink their blood for many days to come. He watched from the Conquestor as several dropships departed the massive drael ship for Tund. He was held back, for his presence too soon would scare off the invaders. No, he needed them confident. He needed them believing their victory is anything but defunct. That way, he could instill that fear, that misery into them himself.

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Azarak Drek'ma"] | [member="Galak"] | [member="Lerropten"]​

[member="STRATCOM"] | [member="Darth Tacitus"] | [member="Ren Vexx"] | [member="Azazel"] | [member="Juggernaut"]​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

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​The Titan stirred in his saddle, infrared eyes spied a smouldering mount of metal and flesh ahead. The fumes of the swamp played with the ultraviolet vision, forcing him to rely on the others for the detection of the metal defences employed by the Eternal Empire's forces. His mind wondered given chance in the lull of his forces formation. It was strange, such a small force. Perhaps they did not expect the Bryn'adûl to be within this area. Surely, they knew this deployment was a death sentence. Their machinery, their numbers; it was infantile compared to the constructs of the Bryn'adûl.

​Perhaps he expected too much of the Human species. There was such unpredictability within their class of existence, it was often a challenge to predict their reasoning. They had artillery, yet not a single shot fired. They afforded themselves too much time.

​The Brute General's Skag stalked along the length of the left limbs of the Dreddikkast, its fear of the massive beast causing it to move meekly, even at the haste of its master. Galak relayed his information as the ground shook, rumbling as the Servitors tunnelled deep. Soon, they'd have covered another fifty metres deeper and each Servitor moved to come at a adjacent angle toward the enemy encampment.

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[Deploy Seekers.] ​Tathra relayed through the Speaking Stone on his wrist, relaying the information to those within the confines of the Dropships. The Eternal Empires presence was but a blight, a nuisance in their path. They would be decimated. Tathra felt the fantasy fade, his hands became slowly unsteady - itching to kill.

Four Seeker units deployed from the Dropships, released from the confines of their pods into the ground. One Shaman undertook the task of relaying orders to the Units, and in response the Seekers dug deep- catching up with the Servitors, each of the two units designated to the twin Servitors hid under the massive Wyrms to hide themselves from detection. They would lie in wait to strike.

​[Secondary Force, prepare for launch. Phedrak Carriers, prime Fighters for deployment.] ​His words echoed from the depth of his thick chest, the bestial hunger lingering in restraint. Hot steam coiled in half-moon strands from his nose, ignoring the irritation of the fumes.

​Above in the sky, four of the Carriers aligned their jettison bays- adjusting for atmospheric entry of their Fighter Sqaudrons. Sixty squadrons of fighters waited above, the tension caused the Chieftain gullet to pulse; excitement brought an elastic shiver the length of his spine.

​The titan anticipated a slaughter.

​| @Lerropten | [member="Xrobas H'kahn"] | [member="Galak"] | [member="Azarak Drek'ma"] |​

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Attn: [member="Ren Vexx"] | [member="Cero Pax"] | [member="Juggernaut"] | [member="Azazel"] Enemy: [member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Azarak Drek'ma"] | [member="Galak"] | [member="Lerropten"] | [member="Xrobas H'kahn"]​

Equipment: Vestments of the Reaper | All-Seeing Eye | Wither (Sword) | Spear of the Unbeliever | Shroudsaber | Sith Lightsabers | Standard Rebreather​

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"...Always dictate the course of the battle.​

Force the enemy to fight on the battlefield of your choosing, on your own terms.​

Give the enemy a false sense of security, draw him in, draw him close.​

And then, annihilate him..."​

• FOB Charon
  Tund, Wild Space

Spoiler: 117 Ultranaut Regiment

• Infantry:
• 5000x Ultranauts
• 680x Combat Engineers
• 680x Ghost Troopers
• 50x Pyronauts
• 10x Psi Corps Operatives
  
• Vehicles:
• 100x Sarissa-pattern Main Battle Tanks
• 100x Xiphos-pattern Infantry Fighting Vehicles
• 150x Armadillo Armored Personnel Carriers
• 50x Foxhound Light Attack Vehicles
• 40x KV-109 Jet Bikes
• 40x Centipede Siege Walkers
• 20x Spider Strike Walkers
  
• Logistics:
• 200x Warthog Protected Mobility Vehicles
• 40x Titan-pattern Armored Heavy Transports
• 60x Lykos-pattern Armored Utility Vehicles
  
• Artillery:
• 100x Gorgon-pattern Towed Howitzers
• 100x Drakon-pattern Self-Propelled Howitzers
• 20x Crimson Fire Missile Tanks
• 80x Scorpion MLRS
• 100x Sfyra-pattern Anti-Tank Guns
• 100x KC-MT9 Gauss Field Mortars
  
• Anti-Air Defenses:
• 80x Hydra-pattern Surface-To-Orbit Missile Launchers
• 120x Viper Self-Propelled Air Defense Systems
  
• Air Support:
• 4x I-3A Lance Fighter Squadrons
• 3x I-4V Dive Bomber Squadrons
• 6x Sigma-class Heavy Assault Dropships
• 10x Styx-class Assault Dropship Squadrons
  
• Additional Heavy Units:
• 3x Eviscerator ATDMs
• 1x TX-1 War Droid

The Emperor watched the enemy deployment on the tactical map displayed in front of him on the holographic projection. Unknown to the Bryn'adul, the Imperials had an electronic warfare cruiser, hidden within the system under cloak and its impressive array of sensors gathered data for the forces on the ground, relaying it to the command bunker via highly encrypted tightbeam transmission.

He watched as the Drael ships gathered in formation, lining up for orbital deployment. At one order from him, the Imperials let them do so, allowing them to advance. They would likely see the Imperials' numbers and become emboldened, giving in to overconfidence. He watched calmly as the first wave deployed to the ground, the carriers above preparing to eject reinforcements into the atmosphere. If they knew what awaited them, they would pull back those carriers as quickly as possible. Now it was too late.

Beneath the Imperial encampment, one of the Eviscerators finished the network of tunnels that formed a ring of defenses the forward operating base. Engineers were now finishing setting up proximity charges and anti-tank mines. The Imperials knew from battlefield reports of the Eshan campaign that the Bryn'adul used some kind of burrowing, worm-like creatures. And so, they deployed traps for them. Mines and explosives, some hidden in the tunnels, others buried in the dirt surrounding the encampment. Eviscerators digging down, burrowing deep and lying in wait, setting up their own ambushes and using their ground penetrating radar to pick up any movement below the surface. The Lykos logistics vehicles above, in the base, were doing the same thing, although their sensors had shorter range than the Eviscerators. If the enemy chose this avenue of attack, the Imperials would see it coming.

With a satisfied nod, the Emperor pointed his clawed finger at the enemy ships displayed on the hologram. "<<Launch cruise missiles,>>" he ordered, his voice calm, cold, mathematical. "<<Artillery, open fire. Box barrage. Anti-Air defenses stand by, weapons free.>>"

At so, it began, the deadly game of Dejarik.

Sixty Phalanx surface-to-orbit cruise missiles cut a fiery path across the sky as they streaked towards their targets above the planet, a massive wave of immense firepower aiming to catch the enemy carriers by surprise. Down below, the Imperials' anti-air defenses and screen of fighters awaited the inevitable onslaught of the enemy strike craft, like a trap waiting to spring. And then, the long range artillery fired.

The ground shook and rumbled as the morning silence was shattered by the sound of rolling thunder. The sky lit up, casting a baleful orange glow against the blue-gray background as the Empire's towed and self-propelled howitzers unleashed their firepower. The enemy positions would be engulfed in a deadly hailstorm of fire and shrapnel, most of it concentrated on their rear lines and flanks. It was a tactic designed to force the enemy to bunch up, to huddle close or face annihilation. And then, the exploding shells would begin creeping forward, to coerce the Bryn'adul to advance towards the Imperial positions, to force them to charge forward. This was what the Empire called Sturm'krig, Storm War in their language. It was hellfire and brimstone, weaponized. And the Bryn'adul were the target of its efficient, destructive power.

 

[Jardann Lancus]

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Tags | Allies: [member="Darth Tacitus"] | [member="Juggernaut"] | [member="Azazel"] | [member="Ren Vexx"] | [member="Cero Pax"]
Tags | Enemies: [member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Azarak Drek'ma"] | [member="Galak"] | [member="Lerropten"] | [member="Xrobas H'kahn"]
Equipment: Primary | Secondary |
Vehicle(s): Bike
Unit: 1x Platoon of Ultranauts (20)


OBJECTIVE UPDATED
..TARGETS ASSIGNED.
I. SHAMANS
II. BRUTES
III. WHATEVER GETS IN (Y)OUR WAY.

The stoic and large 'man' stood idly for what seemed like hours to the various surrounding Ultranauts that were prepared for battle. He didn't walk around and waste time or engage in preoccupying activities, only what was assigned to him. Other earlier models had developed personalities and their own morals, opinions, and hobbies over time, but the X-01 Model was designed strictly against that. It would never happen. The outer, human-like skin was just a disguise. On the inside, it was all programming that took over.

When the red text glided across the top left corner of his vision, he knew that it was time to go and he had been assigned to eliminate something. It was his purpose, and his purpose he would fulfill. The only hint of personality in him leaked out in moments like this. He looked out at the horizon and said quietly to himself:

"I will accomplish this objective. I am the greatest production in the galaxy. I cannot be defeated. I am an obstacle that will not be navigated around."

And just like that, he pivoted on his heel 180 degrees over his right shoulder, less animated and more droid-like compared to any other model made simply for blending in. In his line of sight, 20 blue squares hovered over the heads of the platoon assigned to him. He spoke once more, more human-like this time.

"We've been tasked. Our objective is to eliminate high value targets. You will be moving as a flanker for the rest of the main force. Follow them. I have business to take care of. Goodbye."

The Ultranauts immediately erupted into the commotion of discussing strategies with their officers, setting their logistics and medical personnel up, and gathering their own equipment. Jardann himself hopped aboard the speeder bike and put dark sunglasses on his face, simply for "style". Apparently when humans couldn't see someone's eyes they became intimidated. This probably didn't apply to whatever he'd be up against.

As he took off from the Forward Operations Base, the sky was decorated by a series of explosions, dusts lifting from off the ground at impact points. The disgusting swarm of creatures began to audibly, mindlessly growl in the distance. The... ships of flesh deploying their own units as well.

Once he was distant enough from the Eternal Empire's unit, he stopped the speeder bike and stood idle, waiting for confrontation to come to him. If the confrontation didn't come to him, he'd take the confrontation to his target.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

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​Allies: [member="Tathra Khaeus"], [member="Xrobas H'kahn"], [member="Lerropten"], [member="Galak"],
​Enemies: [member="Jardann Lancus"], [member="Darth Tacitus"], [member="Azazel"], [member="Ren Vexx"], [member="Cero Pax"]
​Gear: Barad Glaive | Radesh Shredder |
​Deployment: x6 Zealots, 2x Servitors

​With the Servitors on track, the small detachment of Bryn'adûl forces still remained within the Coven of the Quilxyn - waiting. The Shaman Primarch could feel it, the shift of the wind. First, he ordered the Obaliscs to charge their weaponry, waiting on the edge of the Quilxyn Shield. Their enemies mechanical beasts were shifting, he could feel their metal. Ready to fire. Azarak called the Syphons to him, allowing a telepathic dominance to transmit what data the disrupting creatures had discovered. The ragged dozen of them stood at arms length from one and other, twenty Shamans would assist him also in this task.

​The Syphons would employ a powerful vampirism field along the face of the Quilxyn shield, a hardened wall. It was fortunate that only so few of them had arrived, but merely close to a thousand. Once more, the Chieftain's wisdom paid off. If their main force had already landed, the spread of the Quilxyn's shield would've killed them all. Even still, the Shamans would all assist in the deployment of a force barrier just beyond the Quilxyn Shield; the Primarch struck put with powerful ionic energy, both hands extended as the hail of Artillery fire came; purple and pink strands of energy rippling from his palms outward like a shockwave.

First, the vampirism field was struck, causing a small amount of the weaker propelled gauss rounds to explode prematurely, however the knock on affect caught others in the explosion. The powerful ion shockwave from the Primarch created the same affect, neutering the fire power of the enemy artillery so much so that by the time it reached the Quilxyn Shield, their defences still held. No doubt weakened, but their defences still held all the same. The Humans over-reliance on technology would be their undoing.

"My turn." ​The Primarch hissed, with a nod from the Chieftain.

​The other Shamans took over to give the Primarch a moment of reprieve, directing their Obaliscs forward with their long range tendrils; the massive tendrils reached beyond the edge of the Shield, primed and ready. The six massive twenty-eight foot tall beasts each released a powerful stream of volatile energy from their tendrils, enough fire power to scorch a Destroyer. The sustained beams were concentrated on their artillery positions, intending to wreck havoc.

​Below the ground, the Servitors drew to the enemy fortifications. The Primarch rested against his Skag, closing his eyes as his Shamans acted as a catalyst for his will. Two-hundred Seekers would depart from the Servitors underbelly, digging at incredible speed upward; aiming for the encroached heavy vehicles of the Eternal Empire.

 

[Ren Vexx]

Vexx stormed out of the command centre. The rebreather in his mask giving off a sound of a soul ready for war. He called his lightsaber to his hand. Igniting it summoned a bright red blade and a crossguard of the same unstable energy. In his modified, deep voice he addressed his troops.

“Soldiers! This is what we have waited and we have trained for! Blood will soak the ground of this wasteland! And. It. Will. Be. Ours.” His squads cheered. Sith bloodlust made him an ideal Eternal Empire General. “Prepare to move! We march west, and around into the back of the enemy line.”

“Move!” Two dozen ultranauts charged over the trench barrier and began their maneuvers. Ren Vexx felt like what he was. A Sith Lord. He led soldiers in battle with the only goal being the eradication of the enemy.

 

[Azazel]

There was a sense of superiority as Azazel watched soldiers rush forward towards the oncoming enemy. Granted, something about the tactic seemed a little primitive, it was an effective tactic none the less for soldiers in heavy gear. Azazel was not one of those men. In fact he watched as a general, Ren Vexx jumped over his trench with the Ultranauts following behind him. It was glorious indeed, but his charge was the trenches. There was a tingling feeling inside his hands and chest, his legs began to get hot as adrenaline pumped throughout his body. His face was turning red, not from heat, but anticipation. Blooms of artillery fire grazed the distance with sparks, flames, and smoke. It was beautiful.

Azazel took in a deep breath, soon.

Primarch Drek'ma Jardann Lancus Kainan Wolfe Tathra Khaeus and so many more tags

 

[Juggernaut]

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Attn: Ren Vexx | Cero Pax | Kainan Wolfe | Azazel | Jardann Lancus | Tathra Khaeus | Open
Equipment: x1 Heavily Modified Rearguard ‘Giant’ Armor, x1 Heavily Modified, Single-Person KC-M5 Heavy Machinegun, x1 KC-249 General Purpose Repeating Blaster, x4 KC-95 Blaster Pistols, Red Giant Lightsaber
Attachment: x2 Rearguards, x1 Level 2 Contractor 'The Hound' of the Contractors' Guild, x1 Platoon (20) of Ultranauts, x12 KV-1504 'Foxhound' Light Attack Vehicles

Wastelands
Tund, Wild Space

The KV-1504 'Foxhound' Light Attack Vehicle rumbled loudly as Juggernaut drove deeper into the wastelands. Although it was meant to be a secretive operation, entering quietly was never Juggernaut's style. He welcomed all challengers to try and wrestle victory from his hands, as Juggernaut had insurmountable faith in his abilities as a combatant: he had enough ammunition and firepower to shred anything in his path, from wielders of the Force to armies of flesh.

And so, Juggernaut drove forward. Over the horizon, he spotted a single figure standing motionlessly and he turned on his comlink.

"I want everyone to slow their approach. Target sighted six clicks away from my current position. I will investigate, you are to not engage unless I tell you to."

Turning off his comlink, knowing that the responses would simply be a bunch of time-wasting affirmations, Juggernaut quickly revved his engine and began accelerating forward. Turning next to the Hound, he inquired, "You get anything?"

The Hound had his eyes closed and concentrated deeply. "I sense no living things, and the wastelands have no records of being altered."

Juggernaut scrutinized the Hound and contemplated whether or not to simply execute him to save him time later. He had no idea whether he could trust the Hound's skills, but opted to take a deep breath and respect the Eternal Empire's ability to evaluate. He had to admit that they were not up to his standards, but their reliability and trustworthiness were top-notch. And his value to the Eternal Empire as a contractor still outweighed the possiblity Darth Tacticus would call for his execution. Especially not during the somewhat dire situation that they were already in.

As the Juggernaut got closer, he instantly noticed that it was an odd-looking droid rather than a sentient being. Contemplating the possibility that it was a trap, his comlink immediately erupted with a mechanical voice.

"You must be a scout of the Eternal Empire. Time is of the essence so I will spare the formalities. The Hand of Light is not here. Those savages, called the Bryn’adul, are. It's too late to retreat, and now all we can do is cooperate. Take this vessel of mine to your leader."

Juggernaut paused and smashed the comlink. Grabbing the comlink off the Hound, he proceeded to crush it in his hand. Extending his mind through the Force, he reached out to the consciousness of each of the men underneath his command and spoke.

"Destroy your communication equipment. Rearguard, proceed forward. Ultranauts, follow the Hound."

Turning to the Hound, Juggernaut commanded, "Commandeer this vehicle and inform Darth Tacticus of this development immediately. Take the other Ultranauts with you, this information is of vital importance."

Getting out of the vehicle, Juggernaut slowly approached the droid and sneered viciously.

"Droid, what are you?"

 

[Kathka Tal]

Kathka stood aboard the deck of a ship hovering within the planet's atmosphere, Gazing over the thousands of bryn'adul drones that surrounded her. 50 of these slathering fools belonged to her, and where just as eager to begin battle as she was. They were stupid, weak even, in her mind, but she loved them all the same. She viewed them as pets, and instruments of her own power over the weak, however minor that power might be at the moment. Something she planned to change one day, through glory and violence.
She listens closely to the roaring of blaster fire and explosives outside, Grinning at the thought of war, at long last. A chance to show the galaxy that she is ready, and that the Draelvasir have come to bring about the end times.

"Make ready to drop boys! make ready to feast on their ruined carcasses!" She roars to her drones.

"Today is a good day indeed"