Dominion Exterminate the Gundanbard: BotM Dominion of Mar'Zambul

[Gren Blidh]

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Allies: Alars Keto The Mongrel

From a few meters away, the smuggler's dark shadow looked on as Kryll finished the job. Soon there were no more opponents in their immediate wake, and the Brotherhood could once again assume the initiative of attack. They all seemed to have been surprised at the ferocity of the Gundanbard's defense. It should have been expected. A race would go to any lengths to protect their homeworld and their freedom. The Gundanbard had not yet had their will broken. The Maw stared at them, and they still stared back.

Kryll was right, of course. Their forces would need a big push in order to access the temple. Gren only hoped that the Maw priests would not simply destroy everything in their path, but rather learn from the blackened energy of this planet. There was power here -- power that could potentially be harvested.

"I thought you'd never ask," Gren replied to Kryll as the front lines began to push forward. "Cover me."

Now was the time to really put his young powers to the test. Gren focused his energy forward, tapping into the Force as he felt dark energies whirl around him, their tendrils becoming ever more familiar. He began to conjure like before, his Force phantoms manifesting behind him in the guise of a flock of mynocks. He had no idea how many he could manifest, but he would try until the sky was blackened under their wings. They were not real, but "real" was a relative term, Gren had learned. When the flock tore forward all at once through the Gundanbard lines, they would feel real to them. And their spirit would be crushed.

 

[Alars Keto]

"I got yer back bub!"

Kryll nodded with a sadistic look of anticipation. Blood trickled down his face from the top of his dom, his body ached in pain and throbbed with each step he took. The pure adrenaline rush he felt moments ago had begun to die down slightly, he needed that feeling again. That sole feeling that made him truly feel alive. He readied his Atrisian warblade and grabbed hold of a stray blaster from the grip of a long dead maruader with his freehand. He could see the troubled defense, the stone that the Gundanbard wave crashed against become a wave of it's own as the MAW marched on. The zealous fury of the servants of the Hidden Maw had been tested today, and with that test they answered with a rage even the Gundanbard would see today would remain unstoppable.

He fired at will, chopping, slashing as he moved in for the cover, unsure of what plans Gren Blidh had made. He felt the air shift around him, the same feeling of dread he sensed around the Heathen Priests. The same feeling he felt when he delved too far in his anger. It appeared his new ally had more than meets the eye about him. With the powers unleashed from the lone individual against the Gundanbard, Kryll found it difficult to concentrate and not fall into awe himself. One with such power would become a boon to the priests if he was not coerced into joining them himself. He was baffled, and in the midst of it all joined forward as the advance pushed on.

"H..how?"

His questioning momentarily halted with the sighting of The Mongrel and another warrior rising to help the wounded scoundrel. Kryll shook off his astonishment and rallied over to the other two. "On yer feet mongrel! We have a race to exterminate!" He paused and reached into his satchel for a bacta patch and some gauze tape.

 

[Ssloak-Goa]

The flame from Ssloak-Goa's open jaws would die down, leaving green flames burning on the corpses in front of him. Enshrouded by flame, the Toad now resembled a dragon with wings of green flame spreading out menacingly as equally green fire began to form in his hands and then be blasted at a small group of Gundabard charging him. Turning to watch as a Gundabard who had thought to charge him was tackled and executed by a Knyght from House Daedelon. Already he could taste the fear beginning to bubble within the enemies ranks, soon, he thought, they would turn tail and run and the Hunt would begin.

The remnants of the enemy army would be hunted across the planet, showing to anyone who dared oppose them that none survived against The Maw. They were a relentless horde, an unstoppable force and an unmovable object. This horde would burn across the galaxy leaving nothing but ruin and a new dark age, the Gulag Plague would be a footnote in history compared to the Brotherhood of the Maw. As he watched his comrades continue the fight Ssloak-Goa would decide that his time here had come to an end. Now that the battle was effectively won, he was no longer needed and would leave The Hunt to his Knyghts and others more prone to such things, instead, as the fire around him died down, he would skulk away from the battlefield to search for his own reasons to be on this wretched world. Surely there were secrets to be uncovered..

 

[The Mongrel]

Location: Outskirts of Zambul'Tacris
Tags: Ssloak-Goa, Alars Keto , Aldrouk Grandaun , Lirka Ka, Tegan Starfall

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In his life before, on that distant, hidden colony, The Mongrel had been a weak man. He had lived his little life without making a mark on much of anything. When doom had come for him and his people, he hadn't even tried to fight; he ran and hid, barely delaying the inevitable. There was almost nothing about that now-lost person he'd been that was worthwhile, or that even remotely contributed to the savage warrior he had become. Almost nothing... but not quite nothing at all. Because that old version of himself had proven, above all else, to be a survivor.

The sounds of the battle seemed faint, even as it raged all around The Mongrel. He was only dimly aware of the weapons fire and the pounding of feet all around him, nearly finishing the job of crushing him into the dirt. It would be easy, so easy, to just give up, to stop trying, to accept that the Gundanbard warrior had dealt him a killing blow. Some ancient part of himself even wished for it: an end to the bloodshed, a peaceful slip into the quiet of death. But there was something inside him that would not let him accept death now any more than when he was being tortured and reshaped.

He had begged for death then. He struggled to live now.

Dimly, as if from a great distance, he became aware that others were crouching over him, fussing with bandages and bacta. The Mongrel's brow furrowed in confusion; this was not the Brotherhood's way. They killed their enemies, they killed the weak among them, and they let their replaceable shock troops lay where they fell; there were always more to fill their places. So what did it mean that others, the same others who had jockeyed for position with him, would show him any kind of concern or mercy? The full importance of the Dark Voice's blessing began to percolate into his brain.

He had been marked. He was no longer replaceable.

The bacta did little for the pain, but it soothed the ravaged flesh of The Mongrel's chest, stopping the blood flow. The marauder coughed, his ravaged lungs struggling to pull in air as broken bones ground together beneath his skin. But he was still a survivor. With Alars Keto 's aid he forced himself, inch by inch, back to his feet. He cast around for his blaster, but could not find it; it had been lost in the confusion of corpses and broken earth that littered the battlefield. Instead, he tugged the rifle from the stiff grip of a dead marauder lying nearby. Then he offered Kryll a nod, falling in beside him.

"Yes. We will finish them." Even if he could barely stand.

 

[The Messenger]

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The Priesthood advanced, guarded by the fiercesome Knights of Ren and aided greatly by the secretive Rune Cult acolytes of Ssloak-Goa. The path had been opened, their untold aggression, their fury unleashed as they extended their powers of the Dark Side upon approaching Gundanbard. The ritual had left them just the opening they needed to reach the temple, the defenses while heavy had taken a tremendous blow.

Deacon Mardok led the charge, rallying the others to him as they marched onward. They began their chant as they ascended the steps, unholy energies building around the dark cultists as they approached the source of the dark vergence. Storm clouds gathered, an unnatural phenomenon occurring before the eyes of all gathered on the battlefield.

It would not be long now.

 

[Tegan Starfall]

Post: 3
Objective: Welcome to the Devils Dance Floor
Equipment: Mind Crown | Hooded Black Long coat | Black Ancient Sith armor | Sith Mask | Grav Boots | Eltro Life Gloves | x4 red lightsabers | Grenade Launcher | X10 Hypo-syringes | X4 Daggers | Liquid Delirium | Many explosives & Explosive paraphernalia & Grenades | Pack of Death sticks
Allies: BotM
Enemies: Aldrouk Grandaun

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She was in tune with the force all around her and well aware of the impending trap that was behind her. Those swords from the fallen she had lifted earlier went flying past Aldrouk as she moved her hand and arm behind her, not a single one of the swords touched Aldrouk as he charged her again switching up his weapon choice to a light saber. They flew right past him and continued past her slamming into the chests of a few of the soldiers behind her.


Now she had the attention of the Gundanbard and more of them turned to come at her. As Aldrouk came at her she droppe to one knee making her four foot-ten frame dropped to almost two foot-five. Her right arm came above her head with her forearm up. As the charging strike came in a force shield formed around the top of her body taking the brunt of the saber strike. Had he been using his sword the impact would have surely broken her arm but instead the saber just sizzled and snapped against the invisible shield.


As the saber sizzled and snapped trying to break through the shield other Gundanbard’s came charging in. Darth Sokar’s left hand came back forward swiping across her belt as she pulled a thermal detonator from it rolling it on the ground in front of her towards Aldrouk’s feet as she extended her shield all the way around her body creating a shell to protect herself from the blast that could take out all the opponents around her if they didn’t react quick enough.

 

[Maestus]

Maestus and Rhook Mandragoran were locked in bitter combat. Neither side getting a true upper hand. The advantage only lasted for a second before it was gone. Maestus had just head butted Rhook's face when...

BOOM

An explosion of some kind rocked Rhook and Maestus apart. Maestus flew for quite some distance. When she finally hit the ground, she hit hard and rolled end over end about 3 times. She came to a stop, face down in the Mar'Zambul dirt. Coughing and spitting, trying to clear her mouth and get her breath back.

With a pained groan, she rolled over. Oh yeah, there was a broken rib on her left side. Struggling to her feet, she was a sight. Robes ripped and torn apart. Blood oozing from several cuts and gashes all over her face. The crimson liquid mingled with the brown smudged dirt her face had become caked in.

She looked, but could not find Rhook Mandragoran anywhere. So she clipped her saber to her belt, and began after the Heathen Priests as they trekked towards teh center of the Dark Side here. Maestus may be hurt, but the fire in her to learn was stronger than any pain.

 

[Aldrouk Grandaun]

Allies: Gundanbard Army
Enemies: All invaders
Engaging: Tegan Starfall ending combat

Aldrouk heard the sound of a object bouncing on the ground, he saw something out of the corner of his eye rolling. He immediately lunged in the opposite direction, as soon as he hit he was pushed over by the impact of the explosion. He immediately stood and looked ready to fight again, but it seemed that others did not want him to continue.

He felt a buzz in his head, The battle is a loss, return to the temple! He knew this to be the voice of the Priests, calling him to return. No! The battle can still be won! He returned to them. He then heard nothing back, signalingthat their decision was final, he knew he couldn't disobey them. He took a look around at the fight and his enemies now preparing to attack. He growled, and started to move back to the temple.

He ordered a group of soilders to go fight the girl from earlier to try and stop her advance. He saw throughout the streets that the remaining Gundanbard forces grew stronger as they came closer to city center, the streets were more narrow and the Aga'Dul was strengthening us, as it slowed the invaders. Aldrouk soon found himself entering the temple gates and onto the compound.

Aldrouk entered the main temple and headed to the Priests hall. Once inside he found the Priests waiting, Aldrouk immediately began to speak. Why have you called me back? We still hold ground! We can still wi-- No, we have forseen our defeat. Said a Priest, But we will return and have victory! But we need someone to gather our peoples strength. More Gundanbard are hiding in the shadows of the Unkown Regions, find them and amass them with our fleet. You are of Clan Ulsor, we need one of you to bring victory and lead our people, you cannot do this dead. Aldrouk said nothing, he saw a Priest gesture to the door.

Aldrouk marched out of the temple, he felt like a coward, but he had a purpose still. He looked back at the temple, he knew they would be safe inside, not even the magic of the enemy could break it. He exited the compound to see fighting not far from the gate. He looked to his left to see a small fighter bay. He turned to this hanger and got into a craft, he knew enough flying to hopefully be able to escape. He soon started the engines and launched, heading into the atmosphere.

 

[The Messenger]

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The chanting was filled with utterances and dark praises, words of power that were cast from forbidden works gathered. The echoed teachings of the Sith, Sorcerers of Rhand, and various others condensed? Or was it something new altogether? The ritual was built upon the foundation of blood, their blood was merely the catalyst as they spilt it over the steps of Aga'Dul on approach. The vast majority of the horde slowed by the invaders through the narrow streets, only the Knights of Ren and the powerful Heathsn Priests advanced.

He could hear the Dark Voice echo into his mind, Deacon Mardok spoke the words as they came to him. A tongue he knew not, something long forgotten and left buried in secret. His chanting splintered from the group, contradicting the flow but firm in it's use. The blood trickling down from from hands rose upward from the steps, floating droplets rising as they neared.

The dark energies of the vergence began to draw forth, pouring into the chosen conduit among the Heathen Priests. No ordinary being could withstand such power, he would die before it was all over. This was the sacrifice, the weapon they sought to take away from the Gundanbard. The Hidden Maw's gifts would be denied here and now. The sacrifice lowered himself humbly before the sealed doorway, droplets of blood rushing to kiss his skin. The spilled blood of others among the battlefield began to wither and flow away on its own.

The chanting became louder, the sky crackled. They could feel their bodies wane and the power within crackle as the sacrifice laid out a massive chunk of Kyberite, the true vessel to store such power as he was it's conduit. He screamed out in agony as his skin tore apart, his eyes fading black and very being breaking into ash. The Dark Side ravaged his body as the energies of the Nexus poured through him.

The Heathen Priests scattered around the conduit and poured all their focus, their malice, and bend the galaxy to their will into the sacrifice. A massive circle fueled in blood.

Soon.

 

[Darth Solipsis]

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Even as the Dark Voice and the Sword of the Jedi, Ryv , combated on the desert sands of Mar'Zambul, his mind wandered. He had prepared for this moment, not of the Jedi intrusion, no but of the finalization of the ritual. Leading the battle at the front left him away from the Heathen Priests, and any mishap in the ritual could have spelled doom for all parties.

It was no easy feat to hollow down the mind of a Heathen Priest, especially one such as Deacon Mardok. It took time and more than that it required finesse as to not strip away what made him who he was. Qâzoi Kyantuska. He was but a puppet on a string, muttering the very words the Elder gave him. Fulfilling the minute details left from the dark clergy, all it took now was for the sacrifice to die and the crystal brought to the center the nexus.

"Chwit Chirikyât Dzwol, Mephirium. Hiyal Jidai! Kintik Midwan Kots Da Itsus! Shakari Shakari Nidaz!"

The Knights of Ren pressed against the door as the sacrifice crumbled away, the kyberite illuminated in dark pulsating energy. A light carved away at the doorway, catch between the power of nexus and the emitted energy from from vessel as the powers clashed to crumble away the entrance.

Deacon Mardok rushed to grab hold of the massive chunk of kyberite and ran, the Gundanbard priests inside unleashing hell upon his physical form as it tore away. His arm separated from his body, his eyes went dark guided by the Dark Voice. He leapt for for center of the chamber and in an instant there was light.

Light.

The wave washed over the capital, a massive wave of dark energy flowing from the very center of the nexus.

The ritual had been completed, but what had they truly done? And at what cost?