Enter The Thunderdome | EE vs Bryn'adul

[Tathra Khaeus]

Location: Planet-Side | Bryn'adûl
Friendlies: Kathka Tal | Primarch Drek'ma | Xrobas H'kahn | Galak | Fomoris |
Hostiles: Kainan Wolfe | Jardann Lancus | Ren Vexx | Juggernaut | Azazel |

Once the Obalics fired, the protection of the Quilxyn shield had given their forces ample time to move into combat positions. Ra'mak War Beasts where free to fire as the Quilxyn Shield grew smaller and more concentrated. Forty-two massive beasts divided into their individual units of eight. The Crell organisms operating the Plasma cannons activated the beam links of the individual Ra'maks, opening fire on the Anti-Air and Artillery positions of the Eternal Empires forces, raining down a sea of powerful ionising continuous beams that would melt the Eternal Empires vehicles, scorching the earth.

Eager Rhivaks dashed forward from the protection of the Quilxyn Shield as it grew slightly smaller once more, opening fire with their massive red plasma arcs at the enemies position whilst the Brumaks moved into position, their proximity to one and other and mass of numbers allowed their chains of energy to light up the sky as they compounded upon one and other, increasing their power as they fired black marble-like balls of energy directly at the enemy fortifications, a massive streak of explosion would ripple throughout.

When the Missiles fired, their course was noted by those on the ground and relayed to the Carriers above. Using their computer equivalents of their Operational Stones, empowered by the force and directed by Bryn'adûl forces within, they were able to plan a base trajectory for the Missiles, allowing the Carriers to adjust the trajectory of the Fighter deployment. At the same time the primed Fighters were jettisoned from the Carriers at incredible speed. Twelve-Thousand Phedrak Fighters deployed in Squadrons of twenty, a massive storm-cloud leaping down toward the enemy. They dived down in a semi-circular formation, twelve Squadrons immediately separated from the main force into an arrow formation as the rest of the Squadrons divided into smaller groups.

The arrow-head formation opened fire in the trajectory of the Missiles, able to destroy five of the six missiles, the sixth collided with several Fighters and destroyed nearly two Squadrons. The remaining forty eight Squadrons, nearly a thousand in total; came down like an awakened hive, whizzing through the air as they begun their strafing runs, intent on showering the entire stretch of enemy forces in a blanket of yellow plasma.

In tandem the Syphons on the ground would to encroach on the enemy position with cones of energy vampirism targeting their vehicles and tanks, intent on neutering the enemy forces and causing their vehicles to be disrupted. At this point the two-hundred Seekers dispatched by the Primarch would reach the surface, colliding in a beautiful miasma of explosive power with the landmines underground and the earth, sacrificing themselves as well as aiming for whatever they could find.

The Chieftain scoffed, watching with brief amusement. It would be a slaughter. The Titan had toiled for decades to create an army with a singular purpose, to end the world of men. This, was but a taste of that power. The red beast felt quite so alive, even at this distance the taste of blood was fresh on his tongue, filtering into palette. It was a true shame he could not slay them himself, however no doubt there would be some stragglers, survivors.

Their forces would be scattered, the Hammer of the Bryn'adûl had come cracking down like a collective torrent of thunder does upon the trees. Their world alit and their bodies burning in their metal machines. The lights filled his lens-covered eyes with a vindicating glee.

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Above, the Dispersal Pods would launch and shortly after so would the Heldrak Drop Ships. The Dispersal Pods would land all throughout what would remain of the Eternal Empires Forces and unleash the Savage Drones among them whilst the Dropships would land behind, establishing a forefront for Tathra's primary force to re-join them.

Bryn'adûl Military Forces

Spoiler

INFANTRY -
10 Drone Batallions | 120 Drone Commanders
4 Savage Drone Vanguards
30 Draeyde Packs
400 Brutes
40 Ravager Brutes
18 Zealots
12 Syphons
40 Shamans

AIR SUPPORT-
42 Ra'mak War Beasts
58 Phedrak Sqaudrons
9 Heldrak Dropships
40 Dispersal Pods

BEASTS-
500 Rhivaks
350 Brumaks
6 Obaliscs
4 Servitors
5 Seeker Units
140 Quilxyn
The Dreddikkast

 

[Fomoris]

Location: Planet-Side | Bryn'adûl

Striding forth from the ship, Fomoris was immediately assaulted with the foul stench of this world, infecting the nostrils even through the cloying scent of his fellow Brutes. It was an interesting oxymoron, that the scent of weakness was strong enough to be detected, even above the myriad of aromas that accompanied a Bryn'adûl war party.

A bark of what could almost have been called humor broke the grumbling of his unit at the title.

War Party. This is no war.

It is the first rumblings of extinction.

Glaives and rifles prepared, the Grunts lumbered forward, the bellicose movements uniform for such creatures for eons. It was the movements of Alpha Predators, whom the very idea of hiding was anathema for there was no need to obscure their presence, creatures for whom fear was anathema, a concept understood only in that it what their prey named the feeling of their arrival.

This would be the first true conflict that the Baedurin had been a part of, although the records of his deeds would not have agreed. For this was his first chance to face a potential challenge and under the eyes of the Chieftain himself as well as the General!

The paltry showing that those he and his brethren had been set against (He refused to name it resistance) were not worthy of the title conflict, but merely practice to ensure that there were none among them who would hesitate when the time to strike arrived.

He thanked the chieftain that he had not been forced to learn the meanings behind the bleatings the cattle he was sent to eradicate belched in their last moments, for it was irrelevant, both to the history of the galaxy and to Fomoris himself.

The only words that would be uttered would be Draelvasier and until such a reality came to fruition, words had no meaning.

But, intention, physical showings of power. Since the first challenger had risen against his alpha to provide a stronger direction for the pack. This would always have meaning.

Raising their glaives to the tortured sky, Fomoris joined the other Brutes as they howled in jubilation as Obalics fired into their prey.

For prey he would view them as until they proved themselves foe, worthy of being listed as an enemy of the Brynadûl and not mere flies to be swatted aside.

Thick drool dripped from his yellow fangs as Fomoris leered forth, bloodlust singing through his veins.

We shall soon see.....