Junction Landfall | The Bryn'adûl and Silver Jedi Concord Junction of Charros IV & Nar Kaaga

[Josh Dragovalor]

Objective: Protection Duty -- Protect the AA Turrets and get civilians to safety
Tag: Jax Thio , Gherron Dragovalor Aayla Shan

As Jairdain's newest and freshest beau took to the skies, a familiar face stood at ground level, having freshly arrived to the planet aboard the transport. The newly appointed Grandmaster of the Saber watched the destruction around him with pained eyes. The planet was lost. All they could do was protect the guns for as long as possible while they got civilians to safety. It had been many years since the Grandmaster had participated on the field of war. Not since the war with the Mandalorian Empire, where he had been ready to give his life to ensure the safety of friend and foe alike after the Sith activated a weapon that threatened to glass the planet itself. Using Force Light, he had near-singlehandedly held the blast back and kept them safe until they could evacuate. But he had been severely injured in the process. While he had participated in missions since, Josh had not been the same.

But things had changed. This time... He was back in fighting form. He had never thought he would step onto a battlefield again, but this war with the Bryn had brought out the worst in all of them. But Josh's role was to protect, as a Jedi should. And it was a role that he knew well. Still... It felt weird leading a group of the Galactic Alliance's shocktrooper reinforcements into battle. The armor unnerved him, considering what they resembled. How many had he killed that looked just like that? But it was a request that he take them from someone in the Alliance, for his part in this. And he supposed if they were going to be on the battlefield in his area anyway... He might as well.

"Go."

The command was issued to the shocktroopers as soon as they left the transport, telling them to move forward and make up the front line. An unusual tactic for the Jedi Master, who was used to frontlining himself. But these were not men he knew, and thus he knew it was best that he fight separately from them while he got used to their battling style. They were Alliance men, he was a Silver Jedi. He didn't want to step on their toes until they could work in harmony.

The Alliance reinforcements engaged the troops of the Bryn, and soon after Dragovalor drew his lightsaber. He cracked his neck, he rolled his shoulders, and then with a burst of Force Speed he shot forward. As if ballistaed from a cannon, the Grandmaster rocketed past the troops, using the fire as cover while he himself became the front line. He had been watching, waiting, seeing how they fired, and then he had adjusted his path and acted accordingly.

He had come out of nowhere, surprising the enemy as the blue blade of light slashed through the side of one foe, and then the next, and the next. Only when they began to realize he was here, did he hold out a hand and unleashed a Force Wave that blew several of his foes back. Tucking his lightsaber under his arm, he used his now-free hand to point a palm back to launch a torrent of flames from it, engulfing his foes in fire.

Something that would give his troops the opening they needed. And take a great deal of the focus off the AA turrets. Not to mention the fleeing civilians.

 

[Crosten Feyn]

Objective 3: Is it a bird? Is it a plane?

Location: ANV Pegasus​

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He listened on as Jax spoke of what he had already gathered since his arrival; the situation was dire and this was gonna be an effort to safely withdraw, not to win. He had come prepared for that; his ship was in the best shape he could bring it over in, his blaster was loaded and he had his toolset with him. He was better at quick repairs than good repairs to be honest, but the situation he had been called into surely put a premium on speed over thoroughness. Hell, it might even be more useful to break things depending on how the situation played out; if they had to abandon cannons to the Bryn'adûl, it’d be for the best if they didn’t shoot anymore.

And as if the situation hadn’t been clear enough, the karking holoprojector presented them with a vivid depiction of just what horror was going on. He didn’t know much of the Bryn to be honest, but one thing was for sure; they were ruthless. Jax wasn’t kidding, they’d need to evacuate these folks and get them somewhere safer, which was clearly anywhere but here.

He took a good hard look at the ship on display while Jax went over their mission of protecting them. Lives would depend on it, and it’d fall to him and those with them to see their safe escape from the doomed planet. Jax had other plans too, defending a turret and deployment of troops; all no doubt calculated to salvage what they could from the endangerment that threatened them.

When Jax turned to him he returned the nod, knowing what would need to be done.

“Yeah sounds like a plan, I’ve got Swiftrider-2 all prepped up for interception.” He responded, his words more straightforward and matter-of-fact than his usual gruff tone. This wasn’t just another smuggler run, there were lives and not credits at stake here.

“And crystal clear” he remarked, before departing and hastily making his was to board his ship and give it one quick final look over before he prepared to take off.

 

[Liedran Kathause]

{Galactic Alliance Expeditionary Fleet 1 - Squadron 3 -- Standing by}
{Commodore Kathause in Command -- Aboard ANV Pegasus}
{Clear Orbit for Evac -- Silver Jedi Concord Allies}
{Direct Relevancy: Jax Thio , Crosten Feyn }
{Approaching Charros IV - Objective III}
{1st Expeditionary Fleet - 3rd Squadron:

Spoiler: Fleet Comp.

-Liberator-class star defender - "Pegasus" - 1500m - Flagship/Carrier
-Iblis-class missile frigate - "Huntress" - 500m - High-yield Missile Platform/Long Range Attack
-2 x Negotiator-class light cruisers - "Valkyrie" "Defiant" - 330m each - Screeners/Assault Ships
-3 x Tantara-class corvettes - "Lullaby" "Odyssey" "Ardent" - 200m each - Light Carriers/Screeners}

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The briefing went on, as the jedi made the situation crystal clear. Liedran kept her replies to a minimum, that was, until she was called to a stand.

"These here are the transport crafts that needed to be protected," Jax gestured to a display of various shuttles and transports, "Me, Crosten and Commodore Kathause will be responsible for protecting making sure that they get to Lightspeed safely. In the meantime Aayala Shan and Grandmaster Dragovalor will lead a group of Shocktroopers if that is okay with you Commodore."

This was what she had been hesitatingly waiting to hear. But, knowing that she had no choice but to risk so many lives if she wanted to save even more, the commodore had run the simulations through her mind dozens of times already. A few looks turned to her, waiting for her confirmation. Eyes closed for a brief second, she nodded, and looked back to the holo-display.

"We need as many shock troopers as humanly possible on the ground. My Droid predicts that the Bryn will be hitting the city hard attempting to the disable the dome and the turrets. Whatever troopers you've got I implore you to place them under Knight Shan and Grandmaster Dragovalor's command as they lead the assaults."

"Six platoons. Forty marines each. You'll be splitting command between the jedi, but I want my officers to be ensured their say."

She acknowledged whatever replies she could, but made sure that a full company and a half would be the limit of it all. And so, the briefing continued, now delving in to the process of landing and securing the ground for the civilian evacuation.

"...Commodore I would suggest staying within the atmosphere to prevent any of those bastards who get past us and attack the transports. Now is everyone clear?"

Liedran made a quick nod, then came to a full stand.

"Then let's do this people," Jax said. "May the force be with us all."

"May the force be with us."

The commodore found herself back in the C.I.C, arms behind her as she paced about the situation display unit. Busy at work were the Pegasus's bridge officers, running about and shouting orders to their subordinates. Each one of them knew full well that they would lose someone, and yet, they did their duties with dignity and composure. That was the reason she still fought by their sides, still watched over them and remained ready to give everything for their safeties.

"Have the Valkyrie and Defiant move in to make ground approach. Keep steady air support, and deploy forces. Move us in to draw the Bryn's fire," Liedran leaned forward, moving her hands to create a steady grip on the table's rim, and an effective support as she braced for turbulence, "And scramble our dropships."

Sure enough, turbulence was what she got. Turbolaser blasts dispersed about the Pegasus's shields while her engines brought her to a slow acceleration. Dancing along her sides, the Lullaby, Odyssey, and Ardent fired off quick, controlled bursts of energy into fighters and capital ships alike. Huntress fired off her missiles, then ducked behind the safety of the other Alliance vessels. Valkyrie and Defiant, the two Negotiator cruisers went on past and made their approach for the ground, ready to deploy their marines to the surface, while also providing covering fire for the Pegasus's own auxiliary complement of dropships.

Even then, nestled behind the safety of reinforced durasteel, surrounding by mountains of guns, shields, and swarms of fighters; Liedran repeated the same question to herself.

Who do we lose?

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Defence Removal
Enemies: Josh Dragovalor | Crosten Feyn | Jax Thio |
Allies: Galak | Krarolk T'manu |
Armaments: Staff & Cuirass

Two Zealots stood at either side of the Primarch, an over-watch to observe the battlefield as he used the beasts at his whim to do his bidding. They were magnificent, powerful creatures. Born from the pits on Sraeljoarsk originally, the Servitors had began as a much smaller species comparable to the Excavators when they had found them. But upon the discovery of the remains of their forefathers, much much larger than those found; Tathra had ordered them to use the primitive species to create new, massive Servitors through genetic mutation. All of which had lead to genetic miracles like the great Al Hadad, something they have been enable to replicate sense. However the Guardians he would use today, were a step along the way to the world serpents he dreamt of.

The Primarch's staff nuzzled into the weak duracrete, finding a point of leverage as he leaned against it. The pearl white-orb in the centre of the staff burnt like the sun, ripples of energy corroded the rubble around them. Almost as if the power summoned damaged the molecular fabric of everything it touched. All the same, he was able to control it. Those same tendrils of energy, shifted in his mind to the synapses of the Guardians. He felt their minds, edging out from their induced slumber as their senses widened to take in the smell of new, alien air.

Their proverbial lips curling as the smell of fresh meat and nutritious soil peaked at their nostrils. The first to wake, roared from its toothed gaping maw to waken its twin. The screams of the impossibly large creature a deafening call of death to those in its path. The white and black spotted hide curled out from the Burrowers interior as a swarm of near eighty thousand warriors poured out from the ship, Gunboats in groupings of thirty squadrons became to disperse as the Phedraks took to the sky, providing cover fire from the anti-air as his forces moved to support Galak.

The Guardians caused the entire city to quake and rumble as their gilded hides cut through the city's underbelly at alarming speed.

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

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Post # 1
Location: Charros IV, City Building Rooftop
Objective: Extinction
Enemies: TBD
Allies: The Bryn'adûl, Ashaka Ik'straktors, Ashaka Battlemasters (Hybrids)
Tags: TBD

The sounds of rushing water invaded his mind. The screams of pain and death below snuffed out by the memory of the lost. A cloud of guilt surged through the Aeravalin. It was a first, at least for the Mender. He had seen many die, incapable of healing his brothers and sister back to a healthy status in the aftermath of war. But, this wasn't one of those times. Instead, his thoughts sank deeper in the torrential reminder of the long standing General Keldothera . Sylok couldn't shake the feeling...a feeling of failure. In truth, he questioned why he still stood above the raging fires and General Keldothera didn't. It was clear, Sylok was dealing with a crushing amount of survivors guilt. He even remembered the last words he passed onto her. They replayed in his mind, teasing him...frustrating him.

Don't die on us general...don't die.

It was a dumb thing to say, Sylok knew this. He said those words as if she even had a choice, flushed out and about through an undertow of water. Only to be left dead, in the streets of the subterranean city of Sarka. His effort to get to her was stunted by the ever evolving disruption of the city. Not to mention the useless Jedi, but he knew in order save the many, they had to leave her. It was the right choice, but still it sullied his heart. It was strange, the two of them had only an understanding in the midst of war. Keldothera even saved him on Nar Kreeta, so why was it that when she needed him...he couldn't do the same?

"The Ik'straktors have wiped out the remnants below Sylok. Yek Trell has bolstered our forces ahead of time. Shall we continue?"

Vedkar's voice snapped Sylok back into reality, his eyes glazing over with the reflection of bright orange fire.

"Continue?" Sylok Questioned.
"Yes, Sylok we have much more city to takeover, the Titan will not be pleased if we stop now." Vedkar placed his lengthy blueish hand on Sylok's Shoulder. "Are you alright Weaver?" Vedkar's voice held a slight concern.

Of course, Sylok knew the concern only came in the form of curiosity. Vedkar was exceptionally intelligent, being a Aeravalin himself, Sylok knew the concern would eventually lead to his strength being called into question. He wouldn't allow it. The only thing that really worried Sylok was the stinging pain of a broken bond in the force. A constant reminder of his defeat, a failed attempt at saving the General.

"I'm fine, I was thinking about the best course of action Vedkar. Tell, Yek Trell to move North, we will meet him at the end of this. You, the Ik'straktors and I, We kill the rest.." Sylok turned away from the raging fire and walked to the other end of the roof, a silent street below slowly flooded with Ik'straktors. Their assault began. "We Start on the other end, search everything. If we find anything of use, bring it to me."

Sylok's mood changed, the cause of his loss was because of these insignificant Concordians. Guilt changed to anger and Sylok stepped off the roof. While his heart cried on the descent, the slaughter that would ensue would be for one thing and one thing only.

THE GENERAL...
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[Or'Fol Moric]

Equipment: Herglic utility clothing, Lightclub
Tags: Cadere Osam Zemira

Or'Fol looked at the coming Bryn, quickly pointing some one the Xi back to the ship. He knew a lot of Bryn weapons tended to be good against lightsabers, but he had an idea. The Herglic twisted he left wrist, quickly sending up earthen walls. It wasn't much, but it was something. The Bryn's landing vessels were coming in close now. He quickly ran forward, cutting into some of the Bryn's grunts with his lightclub. He would then use the Force to quickly throw another Bryn into a rock face.

"I won't let you destroy another race! If you want to get to them, you have to get through me." He would quickly dodge a brave, or stupid, Bryn that attempted to face him in melee combat. He would quickly slice their weapon, eying them before just using the Force to push him away. Or'fol would then feel something rumbling. Steps coming his way. The Herglic knew that meant some of the Bryn's war beast were coming. This.... Well he had no idea how he was going to survive this one.

 

[Aayla Shan]

The second wave of transports were ready to fly, and yet she hadn't seen the Grandmaster she was supposed to be assisting. It wasn't until one of the soldiers ran up to her craft, and snapped her a swift salute did she realize.

'He's already down there! They're waiting on you Commander.."

Aayla closed her eyes, snapping her head slightly as she nodded to him, with that she turned, and raised two fingers in the air signaling all those that remained to begin their runs. With that done, they were off, and after a quite perilous journey through the stratosphere, they were there.

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Aayla looked out the viewports at the total war below, grimacing as she watched what was happening. Truly, it was unforgivable. What could decent people do against this kind of reckless warfare? They had no interest in taking prisoners, or even negotiating. They simply wanted to exterminate anything that wasn't them. Anything they didn't consider to be what? Pure? Worthy?

Aayla clipped that saber from her belt, and prepared; she had some things to work out.

When the crafts touched down, she exited first. Barking orders to the shock troopers to take up firing positions all around the craft. Already, the Xi Charrian's made their moves for the craft, and the shocktroopers laid down heavy fire to cover their scramble for safety, and salvation.

As for her, she didn't really remember moving into the fray, but had already been slicing away at what enemies did cross her path. Her fighting style was controlled initially, but the more bodies she passed, killed by hand, blaster, or in some cases the overall chaos of war, and debris, the more it devolved into pure vengeance. Every cut was meant to maim, or kill. Not very Jedi of her, but in the moment she hardly cared. These creatures offered no mercy, or respite; she had intention to show that they were capable of such as well.

As she carved a slow, but steady path through the fighting, she would take a momentary break, moving to hide behind some rubble and check her holo-map.

Josh was already on his way to the Inferno Turret, that was perfect. She would double over the path he'd taken, though she was intent on killing every Bryn she encountered, she knew that would eventually be the death of her; they were tough, and prior to contrary belief, they weren't mindless. They fought with skill, and expertise... She was simply better than the ones she had run into.

A sudden scream pierced the ear, and her head snapped to it, spotting a scrambling civilian backing away from a taller Bryn'Adul. She scrambled, almost falling over and throwing her unignited saber at the Bryn. Her hand guided it through the Force until it was in the perfect position. Reactivating the blade, it perforated the monsters head, and she simultaneously ragged the saber back in her direction with the Force, carving him like a pumpkin.

At this point she was heaving, starting to feel overwhelmed at what seemed like an endless sea of combatants. Repeated screams of deaths, not only heard, and seen, but felt in the Force. The pain and suffering causing her to gasp aloud at times.

She couldn't stop though... Her dedicated troops kept at her back, assisting in dropping any of the Bryn that escaped her wrathful strikes, while the rest made sure to protect the dropships, and shepherd any straggling evacuees to safety.

"They aren't even giving them a chance to... "she mumbled, watching as some of the Bryn purposely bypassed their soldiers, even ignoring being shot in the back to deliver killing blows to the scurrying Xi Charrions.

All she could do was what she could, but she noticed the longer the fight carried on, the heavier their assault came; it was as if they had unleashed some new legion into the city...

She fell once as the ground seemed to shake as if gripped by an earthquake, but knew better... It was like Jax Thio has said. They had lost this planet already... This was them trying to save face... Maybe even a suicide mission.

The thought gave her a morbid determination, and she fought on. Only more incensed at the thought.

 

[Jax Thio]

Objective 3: Is it a bird? Is it a plane?

Location: Jax's X-Wing
Ally: BB-12
Equipment: REC-EVA/01 Armoured Flight Suit, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Liedran Kathause , Crosten Feyn , Aayla Shan , Josh Dragovalor , Galak (Enemy)

"Attention all flight personnel," the announcer's voice blared on the intercom. Jax and Crosten as well as the rest of the starfighter squadron rushed towards their fighters undeterred by the small rumblings from the Pegasus. The Commodore was probably beginning her assault firing a barrage of heavy lasers to give the transports some cover. "Please report to Jedi Knight: Jax Thio we are beginning evacuation of the people of Charos IV. Pilots you'll be briefed by the Commodore en route. May the force be with you."

Jax rushed over to his X-Wing BB-12 already in his slot making the final touches on his ship. "BB!" Jax said getting in his cockpit and grabbing his helmet. "Is everything set."

<Locked, loaded and ready to make to turn Bryn into bite sized meat chunks!> BB-12 whirred happily. <Got a look at the surface it's taking a beating.>

"No kidding," Jax placed his helmet while flipping some switches in preparation to launch. "Let's defend those turrets and rescue as many we can!" Jax as his X-Wing began to lift with the penisplit closing pressurizing the ship.

Jax accelerated out of the Pegasus with 8th Squadron and 2 other Squadrons as well with the Valkyrie and the Defiant Negoiator Class Frigate. <Friggin A Jax,> BB-12 beeped as the made beeline to Charros IV. <The lady went all out: Six Squadrons of Shocktroopers, two more starfighter squadrons AND Frigates?!>

"Trying to make the best out of bad situation," Jax muttered as he lead the group. "Of all the Commodore's I've begged she accepted the moment I asked."

<I think I'm in love if she's this generous.> BB-12 beeped.

"Focus BB-12," Jax said before going tapping his intercom. "The ground team has made a successful landing no casualties good work Commodore. Pilots! be sure to take care of any fighter that tries to make run at the ground team, watch out for bombers especially! They'll make quick work of the AA guns and especially that Inferno Turret!"

The group immediately entered the atmosphere seeing a bloodbath being enacted. "It looks worse than I thought," Jax muttered seeing a group of fighters about to engage Jax and his Squadron.

"Attack, Pattern, Delta!," Jax yelled to the Starfighter squadrons. "Crosten break off! Take out any tanks you see and bomb them to hell!"

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

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LANDFALL​

Armour | Axe | Sword | Gauntlet
Allies: Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Ostak Cl'mana | Krarolk T'manu | Sethrak | Hrajlmak'Natok | Sylok'Vanari |
Engaging: Cadere | Zemira |
Objective: Extinction

His onslaught continued, leading the Juggernauts into the fray. His gauntleted hand held the barrel of the blaster up, bolts flying past his face as he plunged the Axe into the troopers gut, legs tangling by a thread as he squirmed in pain. He cast aside the two arms holding the blaster with flippancy, the body slamming hard against the rubble, trampled by the Juggernauts at his back. The fighting was thickest here, the Silver Jedi knew this was the heart of the city strategically, the paths ahead gave the greatest ease of access to the Xi Charrians population centres and the docking ports for evacuation ships. Tathra would see those paths become their advantage. The Heavies took to the front of the push alongside Rhivaks; the Quilxyn opening up pockets in their shield formation to allow for the exchange of fire. They had a good defence ahead, but the tower they were using as a turret nest was fragile, ready to crumble. Even from a distance he could see the puffs of ash caught between the rumbling duracrete bricks made with every step the Siege Towers took.

"Catapult fire two hundred metres north of my position." Tathra gave the order, gauntlet raised as he spoke.

The Siege Towers gave them cover fire from above, a mound of earth catapulted out by a Sieges tendril collapsed ahead of them, crushing the makeshift turret set up. The rubble clattered to the ground, filling their end of the battlefield with smoke and ash. A momentary blind spot, just as he had predicted. It allowed the Bryn'adûl to close the gap as the Savage Drones charged in with reckless abandon, crashing down like a sea wall into the heart of their defences, the battle was up close now as the Jedi's blades ignited to defend their troopers. The air was black with smoke, filled with the taste of burnt flesh and melted metal and plastic. The Quilxyns shields retracted, focusing into personal shielding for the Rhivaks as they moved with mobility throughout the cities broken buildings, raining down plasmatic fire.

Tathra broke into a sprint, covering the two-hundred metres in seconds as he leapt into the fray. Savages scattered like cattle at the sight of a apex predator, crushing one of the troopers underfoot as he stared on at a togruta female, a Jedi with her back turned. But she knew he was there, no doubt she felt it. She turned, a diagonal swing for his chest as she cocked her wrist in an arcing slash for his throat. He raised neither gauntlet nor Axe, swifty dodging both strikes. There was youth in her features, one of their padawan's perhaps or simply a young knight. Other Jedi in their proximity recognised him, rushing to the torguta's aid with fear in their widened eyes. As she swung the third time, he stepped inward; gauntleted right hand striking her with the broadside of his wrist - knocking her down with just enough force to take the wind out of her. He leaned on his left foot, hunching down as he grasped her by the ankle. Tathra turned on the ball of his right foot using his torso to assist his movement as he threw the togruta overhead, slamming down like a wood-axe on a log as her head exploded across the ground beneath their feet. Pushing himself upright, the Titan turned swinging the near-headless body into the closest of the Jedi, swatting him like a fly, releasing his hold on the body. Two more approached, one carried an emerald green staff-saber and the other a single violet blade.

The Staff wielder approached from his right, the violet from his front. Tathra moved toward the one ahead of him, right arm reaching overhead and throwing the sword from his back into the path of the approaching Jedi, stopping them if only for a moment as the staff wielder closed the distance. The Jedi released a powerful telekinetic push as he closed in, gauntlet raised with a closed fist to absorb the attack. Next he struck for his right side, aiming for his thigh as Tathra swung his arm anti-clockwise. It put the inside of his wrist in the path of the strike, again absorbing energy from the Jedi's efforts. The Jedi Knight looked determined, valiant even; but it wouldn't save him, using his body as an anchor - pulling back with one end of the staff and striking high on the Titan's left side. He blocked again now with the shaft of the Axe, put between them with the Jedi's left side now exposed, Tathra released a concentrated blast of energy from the gauntlet into the Jedi's shoulder. It wasn't enough to kill but stagger, pulling down with his Axe, left arm back before plunging into a thrust, impaling him.

The violet bladed Jedi darted round the sword, charging with a raised saber to slice off Tathra's exposed left arm. With the twitch of his right hand, the sword was summoned back to him - cutting the Jedi in half as it came. Tathra reached across his left arm, grasping it in his gauntleted hand as he slashed across the length of the Axe, decapitating the Jedi impaled upon it.

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective: One
Post: 1
Gear: Armour / Staff in Sig
Allies: Bryn'adul
Enemies: TBD
Forces:

Spoiler

• Savages
• Drones
• Rhivaks
• Brumaks
• Juggernauts
• Nimscall Terraformers
• Warlocks
• Warlock Field-Masters

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Two burrowers, filled to the brim, smashed violently into what was otherwise a scenic and quiet plateau, located barely a mile from a residential-industrial complex. Out of these burrowers poured streams of the Bryn'adul's staple troops and warbeasts. All under the command of a Warlock division headed by Hrajlmak'Natok. The First Warlock in question strode out into the crisp Charros air at the helm of the occupants of his burrower. While the many thousands behind him organised into formation, he made his way to the edge of the plateau. Piercing red eyes scanned the city below, and the scene at large. The temperature was a relief. A welcome break from the dense tunnel air he and his men had not long departed from. He wrapped his fingers into the folds of his new chest plate and took a deep breath, filling his lungs with air he knew would soon be ash and Draemidus atmosphere. Xerx'ma, a Warlock Field-Master instrumental in the success at Sarka, and an Aeravalin quickly becoming a friend to Hrajlmak, appeared beside him.

"What's the plan?" he asked casually. Hrajlmak sniffed thoughtfully, two of his eyes turned to the side, meeting Xerx'ma's, "kick back, put our feet up, enjoy ourselves." Hrajlmak grinned, turning his head to make full contact with the Field-master. The two shared a devious smile before looking back at the scenery. "Take your division around and come in from the east, I'll come from the west. We'll meet in the middle, consolidate forces, and move as one to the factories in the north. The Nimscalls will land behind us." Xerx'ma's brow furrowed and he turned again to Hrajlmak, "You are too timid with the breathers. Deploy them ahead of us, make things easier" he argued. Hrajlmak clenched his jaws. He knew Xerx was right, but was not quick to concede. "If they're ambushed, we'll have ano-" Xerx cut him off and pressed harder, "who is going to ambush them? The Jedi and their allies are tied up over the ridge, and the natives, well, they're just bugs." Hrajlmak weighed the thought. "... Alright. But if we've underestimated the natives, it's on you." Xerx bowed his head in satisfaction, smacked his fist against his chest, and peeled off with his troops in toe, making rapid descent from the plateau.

City Outskirts

Hrajlmak took in the image one last time. He couldn't deny the planet was a beautiful one. But all things change, and the Bryn'adul was nothing short of fate itself. Hrajlmak raised his arm, waited, and brought it swiftly to his side. The motion was purely symbolic as his orders were relayed telepathically. After a minute, the sky was filled with the deafening booms of sound barriers being broken. Nimscalls in their armoured pods came screaming from the sky, carpet bombing the city ahead of them. Then, there was silence. Silence, as a thick red mist bubbled up from within the city. Silence, as that mist quickly became an all-enveloping fog that blanketed the city. Hrajlmak filled his lungs with air, and roared. Behind him, Hundreds of Brumak's formed massive webs of energy, catapulting massive orbs of raw energy that obliterated buildings in one go, a similar sight could be seen in the opposite direction. If the Nimscall atmosphere didn't suffocate them, the shelling would rip them apart. The other thousands of troops and beasts were nothing more thana clean-up and inspection crew.

 

[Ver'kad Inuk]

Objective: Exterminate
Friends: Bryn'Bois
Enemies: Liedran Kathause |
Fleet Composition: Three 2000m Carriers | Two 3518m Butcherer vessels | The Divine Brutality | Two Ra'mak squadrons

The Divine Brutality dropped out of hyper-space behind the small Alliance fleet. They had received word from Jablim that an Alliance fleet was attacking their Carriers orbiting Charrios. The two Butcherers were being fired on by missiles and turbo-lasers, protecting the Carriers that were shepherding their Burrowers and Heldrak dropships.

The two Butcherer ships turned their maws to face the enemy fleet, focusing on their flagship as from each ship two massive continuous streams of energy beam struck at the flagship.

"Take out their engines."

The Divine brutality, opened fire with all three-thousand of its ballistas. Its initial burst using radesh coated shots to bypass the enemies shields. Spreading out their fire among the enemy ships. Just as it had been at Nar Kreeta, Sarka and Chalacta; The Bryn'adûl would destroy the enemy fleet.

 

[Osam]

Objective: Exterminate
Enemy: Or'Fol Moric
Post 2

It seemed that the attempts of the Draelvasier to wipe out the refugees attempting to flee from their world via the spaceport had been somewhat interrupted by the presence of a Jedi. Osam observed as the Jedi promptly engaged into combat with a set of over-eager Sraelvun who had rushed too far forward under the assumption of an easy kill. In truth, he wasn't certain why they had thought that the massive Herglic would be something easy for them to cut down in melee, especially given the nature of their operation on the planet.

As far as he knew, none of the Jedi's species lived on the world at all, and so there was really no reason for them to mistake him for one of the native inhabitants. Regardless, what was done was done, and the dead had barely touched the ground before Osam gave orders to those around him, reorganizing them in order to deal with the mighty force-user.

The Juggernauts were split into two groups, serving as wings for the body of the Sraelvun squadron. Each of these was directed to simultaneously fire towards the Jedi Master - and more importantly - the refugees who were getting onto their starships. Meanwhile, the Sraelvun forces focused entirely on the Jedi, opening up with a stream of extremely large bullets in order to cut down the Herglic, or at least force it off of the open field. If they could scare it back into the port, then they could hunt it down gradually, and still manage to slaughter the refugees in the process.

 

[Aayla Shan]

Her approach had not faltered, but they were taking losses. Aayla kept to her mission, yet another shuttle would take off, to which she got on their comms to signal Jax. "Another raft in the sky! Its getting... Its getting bad down here Jax ( Jax Thio ) " she said, catching her breath and ducking just as one of the brutes attempted to behead her. She answered by thrusting the still lit saber deep into his stomach. Even with that, he still managed to put his weight into a kick, sending her back, and slamming her against a wall. Hard. She fell, and glanced up at the Bryn'Adul, watching as he bore down on her. Was this it?

He raised his weapon, but would simply drop to his knees, letting it fall at his side. To that action, she stood and offered a wild swipe at his throat, partly beheading him with a screech, and pushing on. She took about eight steps when something exploded by her, and sent her flying again. A bomb? She wasn't out long, but would roll onto her back with a groan. When she said she wanted to fight the Bryn'Adul she honestly didn't expect to be fighting in a warzone, but here she was. It was then she noted those streaks in the sky.

She steeled herself, getting to her feet with a yell. For now, she would run to the side, and dive roll into a partly destroyed building. Once inside, she navigated the perilous inner workings, letting herself settle, but remaining moving until she was above and had a good view of what was sending the ranged attacks. Siege turrets? Catapults... Again she patched into Jax, but this time she would open to channel to any forces that weren't currently using their communicators, so her voice was battle wide.

"The Bryn'Adul have catapults, roughly One hundred and.. N-.. No Two hundred and eighty meters south of the city; they're tearing us apart!" she said, backpedaling and turning to run and take a faster route down. A few skips, and a jump and she would've been back on the street level, back into the fighting.

This time, she was fighting back towards the shuttles. Without a doubt, the order for a full retreat was coming soon. They were being overrun everywhere. On her way back, she would gather who she could, be them ally or evacuee, but for the most part she didn't want to get pinned down in one spot; they seemed to favor overwhelming tactics.

In any case, once all of the rafts (she was in charge of) had been full of civilians, she sent them off, but didn't leave with them. Instead, she turned her attention to regrouping with Josh Dragovalor . As terrible as this fighting was, even he might need all the help he could get.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Defence Removal
Enemies: Josh Dragovalor | Jax Thio | Crosten Feyn
Allies: Galak | Krarolk T'manu
Armaments: Staff & Cuirass

The Guardians settled deep beneath the surface of the planet, separating from one and other as the older twin moved toward the surface, the younger beginning to vibrate deep underground. Their objective was simple, to cut the Xi Charrions and the Jedi off from their precious escape vessels and factories.

Those of the keen observational eye would feel the deep rumblings beneath the ground, the hidden alley ways and lengths of broken street beginning to fill with cracks. Though whether they were systemic or sporadic.

No one would be able to tell. But his presence could be felt by any who searched for it. The Bryn'adûl forces would trap them between the soon to be widening cavern and their armaments. The rising Guardian instead would aim for their defences, the Guardian would empty the rock and soil beneath it. Soon the Concord would watch as the planets only defence would sink into the earth.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

POST: II
OBJECTIVE: Defense Removal
LOCATION: The Sewers, Charros IV
ALLIES: Byrn | Ostak Cl'mana | Primarch Drek'ma Open to interaction
ENEMIES: SJC | See in individual Zealot summaries
EQUIPMENT: In Signature
UNIT: Zealot Elite Squad

R A T S
KRAROLK - CENTER PATH
Disrupting: Jared Starchaser / Jacen Nimdok / Subject 648 Slipknot

The Zealot Elite momentarily halted as the ground around him starrted to shake.
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Had he been found? No, a distant roar proved otherwise. It was the cry of the massive Servitor Guardians, inevitably causing chaos throughout the city. If anything, their advance would further conceal his as he resumed his walk through the sewer, being sure to keep a good distance away from any of the wreckage he suspected the worms would leave behind.

The path steadily widened, revealing two pathways adjacent to the sewage flow which he currently waded in. Seeking to accelerate his pace, Krarolk rose from the river of waste and onto the right pathway, shaking off the majority of the liquid and solid matter stuck to his legs. With only a steady drip indicating his presence, the Elite continued forwards. Barely one hundred meters ahead was a large steel ladder launching upwards, a ladder that he suspected would take him behind enemy lines. Arriving after about thirty seconds, Krarolk began to climb, feeling confident that the large and sturdy rungs could support his weight. Surely enough, he rose up uninterrupted, ascending perhaps one hundred rungs before emerging. He found himself in a small closetlike room with an unlocked steel door, which he quietly opened.

On the other side was a small concealed balcony above a large chamber, evidently inside the base from its militaristic construct. Below him lay a great array of computers and files in vast storage containers, several of the devices being hastily managed by individuals below. The Zealot Elite cared little for humanoid technology, but suspected that they were being used to coordinate activities of battle. Outnumbered and in an unfamiliar facility, Krarolk would likely not be able to survive a direct confrontation. However, if he could simply seed chaos in the ranks of the Jedi aligned individuals before retreating, then it could delay an essential opposition battle plan.

To the Zealot Elite's right was an open hallway extending about thirty meters to a staircase, currently abandoned and dimly lit. He tossed two Sun Quaker grenades into the center of the room below and then bolted, seeking to draw any lingering defenders into a more favorable battlefield.

M U R K
ABVOR - RIGHT PATH

Just like Krarolk, Abvor's path had widened.
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Yet instead of being given the luxury of pathways, Abvor dealt with larger and softer piles of waste, some rising up to his waist. As tempted as he was to simply shoot away the unneeded obstacle, he had no knowledge of how flammable or explosive the waste products were. Abvor had no desire to be killed by recklessness dozens of meters underneath any battle of significance. Reminding himself of the glory awaiting for him at the underside of the defensive platform he would surely soon arrive at, the Zealot Elite dilligently continued his dreary march.

F A T E
Z. COMMANDER - LEFT PATH

The Zealot Commander feared that she was being followed.​

It was a slight but strong feeling, a sense that brought her nerves onto high alert. It had been barely ten minutes after the trio split up when she felt a presence, and had turned to wipe it out. However, she had found nothing. Not even a heat signature or footprints could be detected behind or in front of her, and the only shadows were those produced by the rocks bordering the ever dimming lights of the pathway. Indeed, the pathway steadily grew darker and darker, almost unnaturally so. Paranoia almost tempted her to rush back and join one of her kin, where she could be confident in the presence of another. However, as soon as the thought came, it swiftly vanished. She was a highly distinguished and experienced Commander of Zealots, among the most formidable warriors in the entire Draelvasier species. Even if she was being watched, it would take nothing short of a company or Grandmaster of the Jedi or Sith to stop her. She would not cower before mere superstition. As she advanced into further darkness, she allowed only one new observation to enter her head.

Was it possible for normal sewage water to turn red?

 

[Crosten Feyn]

Objective 3: Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
Allies: Jax Thio Josh Dragovalor
Enemies: Galak Krarolk T'manu

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He approached at a steep angle through the atmosphere, ship angled towards the ground for a hastened approach. On his downward descent, the blue glow of a signal light on his dashboard told Crosten exactly what he needed to know; that the pressure outside the ship was at levels high enough for atmospheric flight. He tilted the control stick to bring the ship in a sharp upward turn while the ground rapidly approached his ship, finally evening out his flight path a hundred or so feet above the terrain.

Having approached the surface, and with his ship under control, he looked next to his sensor readout. Locations of numerous other ships and vessels flooded the display, all moving at various speed. More interested was given to the slower moving ones, he was here to hunt tanks. Finding a nearby formation hardly took long, and as soon as he did he veered his ship in a turn towards the selected column of tanks. His ship descended even lower still until it was gliding above the ground towards his target. He knew those tanks were there and didn’t want them to know of his approach until it was too late.

One last moment to check things over; proton bombs were armed and his launchers ready to deploy them. He hit the airbrakes to lower his speed, and after cresting a hill the target he had selected and focused on became revealed. His stealth had paid off, not a single one had its turrets or guns trained on him, giving the cunning smuggler plenty of time to set up his attack run with little need for evasives. The approach was textbook, and the slow turrets struggled to turn and train on his ship while he soared overhead. A few managed to fire some wild shots, nowhere near him and nothing he had to be concerned about. He waited until he was in the perfect position before angling his ship upward while hitting the bomb release – sending an armed proton gift loose from the launchers on a perfect trajectory towards his intended target.

His ship now soaring upwards, he couldn’t see the destructive effects firsthand, but the bright light bouncing off what few clouds there were told him all he needed to know; soon after the deafening boom of the explosion reached his ears, the sudden wave of pressure sending his ship into a sharp lurch forward. He continued to accelerate away from the site, now dodging blaster fire from other vessels that had noted the smugglers position. But checking his sensor display one last time confirmed the good news; said formation of tanks was notably absent three that remained behind as motionless blips on the screen. A good sign that at least one was down or crippled.

Well that’s one bomb down. Now to shake this extra attention off his tail and prepare for another run.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Defence Removal
Enemies: Jax Thio | Crosten Feyn |
Equipment: Armour | Triad | Bryn Shot | Mace 2x |

The excavators moved under the enemy fortifications ahead, the ground beneath suddenly exploding into a flurry of debris and smoke as the ground was churned around them, giving a way of entry for the Bryn'adûl to engage up close as was their preference. The Warlord looked to the skies before their forward advance began, it brought some peace of mind to know that their orbital superiority was maintained.

No orbital strikes, no cowardly and pathetic deaths. The way of the coward would not be applied here. This battle was on their terms now, and the humans would not live to see the end of the day.

Galak lead his forces, formed up in three columns of fifty behind him. The ground beneath them had shifted inot a mixture of trenches and shifting tundra's of urban destruction. Galak ducked under loose barbwire; Triad in his grasp as he opened fire with the Triad into the scrambling Concord troops. One rushed from his left, no doubt having lost his rifle in the hollowing of the surface. He swiped at Galak's neck with a vibroblade, blocked by the wrist-blades extending from his gauntlet.

The Juggernaut dropped onto his knee, slashing low and cutting off the troopers leg as he held the Triad out in front of himself with the other, opening fire as the Juggernauts moved in at his side.

"Force them into retreat!"

 

[Quoron Ver'dum]

Post: One
Objective: Extermination
Bryn'Bois: Tathra Khaeus |
Intent to Engage: Aayla Shan |
Equipment: Glaive | Crippler |

Had life before the arrival of the great Titan merely been a fever dream? The Vaydralen had believed their battles of cities and grand fields to be of epic proportions, of scale that mirrored the horror and necessity of war. But this was a false truth, the sheer numbers of Warriors deployed by the Bryn was that of a magnitude greater than any military deployment in Vaydralen history. He stood among what were now considered, or rather to be; kin. Juggernauts, Drones and the like.

He had been made an officer, indicative of a rank above that of the Vaydralen minor. But he was not with any of his own kind this day, under his command was a slew of the Sraelvun. They were oddities, born with lacking higher function. Almost the opposite of his people.

He saw the battlefield logically, the outcome was determined by the strength of those involved. This was clearly the Bryn'adûl. The Draelvasier had shared their history with them, few defeats and many victories against seemingly overwhelming odds. It was an incredible, honourable thing. The sacrifices they had made, that the one they called Titan had made.

Quoron prepared his Crippler, a suitable name to the automatic slugger that he now held. He was ready for combat among his peers. He hoped he and the rest of the Vaydralen lived up to the expectations of their adoptive brothers.

 

[Liedran Kathause]

{Galactic Alliance Expeditionary Fleet 1 - Squadron 3 -- Standing by}
{Commodore Kathause in Command -- Aboard ANV Pegasus}
{Clear Orbit for Evac -- Silver Jedi Concord Allies}
{Direct Relevancy: Jax Thio Crosten Feyn Ver'kad Inuk }
{Charros IV - Objective III}
{1st Expeditionary Fleet - 3rd Squadron:

Spoiler: Fleet Comp.

-Liberator-class star defender - "Pegasus" - 1500m - Flagship/Carrier
-Iblis-class missile frigate - "Huntress" - 500m - High-yield Missile Platform/Long Range Attack
-2 x Negotiator-class light cruisers - "Valkyrie" "Defiant" - 330m each - Screeners/Assault Ships
-3 x Tantara-class corvettes - "Lullaby" "Odyssey" "Ardent" - 200m each - Light Carriers/Screeners}

{Objective: Survive}
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"Incoming hyperspace contact! Matching configuration..." The scanner chief sank in his seat, "Dreadnought."

She didn't believe it at first. She didn't want to believe it, but the visual feed showed the hulking mound of twisted organic material. It only got worse.

"Butcherers have target lock, aiming for Pegasus! Flagship's targeting our engines."

"Kark..." Liedran braced herself against the table as a wave of fire passed through the shields and peppered the hull behind, "Plot a course out of here, now! Hyperdrive at the ready! Order the other ships to make a full sublight retreat. Gain distance, full missile bombardment on their flagship. We'll regroup later."

"But the surface, ma'am-"

"They're not going to fire on the surface with a missile frigate locked on, now get us the frak out of here!" She turned her head to her helmsman, not ready to cede any time soon.

One engine after another was torn from its sockets as The Divine Brutality rained ballista fire down upon the Pegasus, debris clouds dispersed and collided with each other and the main hull. Two engines remaining, only one of them with hyperdrive capabilities. Then, as a final souvenir from the Bryn, the Butcherers fired up their main batteries, a bright orange beam being thrown out, and screaming for the E1-3rd's flagship. By three seconds to impact, the hyperdrive was firing up, ready to get them out. But the ballista rounds were closing in, ready to tear the unit from its sockets like they did the others.

But the impacts ceased, just long enough for the engines to fire. Now overhead, the Lullaby had its hull to the hulking Divine Brutality, absorbing the fire, before preparing the jump sequence.

Then the beams hit.

Metal tore apart, decks collapsed, and oxygen streamed out into space as one beam of death and destruction crashed through the Pegasus's bow and out to port, while the other shot across the upper-half of her engines. But then, she was gone in a bright burst of light. The Lullaby wasn't so lucky, now the heavy corvette floated lifelessly, engines torn apart, and hull scared beyond conceivable repair. Huntress, Ardent, and Odyssey were out in less than a minute, fleeing from the scene at unmatched sublight speeds.

The Pegasus emerged in real space, now fully crippled. Energy conduits lying in disrepair, engines annihilated with a caving roof of charred metal taking up half of the engine block's previous frame, and a shattered bow.

But they were safe, at least, for now.

{Just a quick OOC Summary:
-Pegasus is beyond crippled, and she probably won't fly again without a ridiculous repair job, but she's out of the star system
-Huntress(missile frigate), and two corvettes have fled to keep a distance from the Bryn forces, using long range missiles to maintain fire, but staying as far as possible
-Lullaby(corvette) is hovering near the Divine Brutality, fully crippled. Do with it as you wish.
-The two Negotiator class cruisers are still hovering in Charros IV's atmosphere, but will likely make a sub light retreat if forced to}

{I'll be back...Soon you'll see...The Bryn and ships will be destroyed by meeeee}​

 

[Aayla Shan]

Rightfully, she was angry, but there was still hope. There were still a few ships that could be sent back to safety. There momentary safety. It had all been speculation before, but this sealed the deal. There was no hiding from these monsters. Aayla wasn't sure how much she had killed at this point or if it even mattered. She cut down some, and more took their place. It felt like she was waving a lightsaber at a beehive... And yet, the blue saber still emitted an angry buzz. Her face was messy with the ilk of combat, blood of friend and foe alike. Her and what Shocktroopers remained held out pretty well, but she was aware their numbers were dwindling. What could she do?

Trust in the Force... Her Master had said that to her once before. He promised her that trusting in the Force could topple any foe, but to fight these things as a Jedi was taxing. It was like she was limiting what she was capable of to maintain her place within the light. Her temperance in that regard was faltering. As aforementioned, her fighting had devolved into nothing more than spiteful, deathblows. Within the anger she was feeling, there was also an undeniable strength. She cut them deeper, severed them in two at times. And yet still, no matter what Aayla did there was three, or four... Or even ten that took the place of the one she killed.

She jumped back, spinning twice and letting her feet hit the floor for but a moment then reached out in the Force. Restraint had been used mostly, but now she dug deep and called upon the Force in a way she had never had before. It wasn't so much a Force Push, than a Force throw. She felt her body reverberate with the effort; and unleashed a wide tidal wave of pressure at the enemy. She watched in astonishment as the street in front of them was cleared for a good thirty yards. Bodies of the Bryn that weren't able to plant themselves from the ability careening through the air; those at the forefront taking the worst of it.

A momentary respite, that the shocktroopers took full advantage of. They were already firing, and used those precious seconds to quite literally begin a wall of Bryn'Adul bodies. Of course it didn't stop them. They clambered over each other. Unphased, these Sraelvun... She took stock of the battle, glancing behind and noticing a clear path backwards. It was out of the city though, and in the opposite direction of the turret. She was cut off. In that moment, she felt broken.

She took a knee, catching her breath and letting the Shocktroopers do their work. In that moment, the alert went battle-wide again.

The Pegasus was retreating, their fleet was in shambles. It translated to the fact they probably weren't going to make it home... The young Jedi closed her eyes, letting a tear fall from one as she tried to center herself in the light. It was at that moment she thought of home, and the trees. The beauty that was Kashyyyk. She wanted to see that again, she wanted to see those children that annoyed her so much at times again.

A memory of her friend Ala Quin resting in that infirmary ward on Jakku almost slapped her from her reverie. What kind of coward would she be to lose her determination now?

"Foward..." she mumbled, barely audible over the repeated blaster fire, and the screeches from the encroaching horde. She got to her feet, a second wind hitting her hard.

"In Rank! And push Forward to the Turret! If you ARE NOT DEAD, PUSH FORWARD!" The voice came out cracked, but stern. Aayla herself pushed ahead, moving with a little more fluidity, she cut into the horde with that saber relentlessly; now using the Force not to defend, but to attack. That was what it had come too. She had told someone once that she wasn't afraid to die, because she knew death was unavoidable. You could try to run from it, or hide; but it always found you right on time.

As such, she continued rallying the troopers between those cuts.

"Mindless!" Another two bodies would fall from her blade "Cowardly!" an arcing blow used, to decapitate one of those mindless husks; eyes focusing on one that had jumped off of the wall of Bryn'Adul bodies they were approaching...

Her eyes narrowed, reaching up and keeping him there in the Force, but that anger she was feeling was released as she gripped her fist so hard it hurt.

"DIIIIE!!!" she screamed, quite literally crushing the Bryn in on itself, not completely, but enough to kill it instantly. The corpse dropped, and she refocused to another target. It was a turning point for her, a moment where she had to question what it was she wanted to be. And yet, she tried still; remembering she had friends. Again, she resorted to their communicators; reporting her situation to whoever was left.

"This is Shan, we're still pushing to the Turret. If anyone is still out there... We could use some help... If no-.. If not."

she watched as the troopers had already begun going around the makeshift wall of death, while others had taken up firing positions atop. Still they took losses, but pressed forward at her command. Over a quarter of her unit having been laid to waste already.

"If not, it was an honor serving with all of you..." she said, closing the channel, and jumping atop of the corpse wall. She steadied herself, and tried to figure the best way forward. Though in a fight like this, nothing would come easy.