Invasion STANDOFF | Bryn'adûl Invasion of SJC held Lexrul, Ruusan, Sev Tok & Shador

[Jax Thio]

Location: Anvil, Sev Tok
Equipment: Imperial Mk. I "Dooku-Pattern", Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Jairdain , Aayla Shan , Varn Barakis , Mig Gred , Commander Kren, Crosten Feyn , Beltran Rarr , Thirdas Heavenshield


"Sev Tok is a warm planet," Jax explained to Aayla. "And usually planets with high temperatures can often be really cold at night. As someone lived in Jakku for a time I know the extremes."

Liedran Kathause sent two companies of troopers to reinforce the Jedi squad. Jax had to admit that he was disappointed at so few troops being deployed. Given the dire situation regarding the Bryn, more soldiers were needed and the Commodore couldn't afford to be stingy in troop deployment. Well in any case, there were plenty of Silvers and Clone Troopers on the ground the squad will be fine. The dropship was continuing to circle around Anvil which confused Jax. What's with the delay?

"Pilot," Jax wanted to say but he could sense the unease within him accompanied with a disturbance in the force. Frowning, Jax looked out of the window his eyes growing wide at what he just witnessed.


"Holy chit...." The pilot saw Epitaph go full speed onto the shield surrounding the city of Anvil crashing into it creating a large crater. The sudden shockwave nearly sent Jax off his feet his arm clasped around the handle though the superhuman grip nearly ripped it off. "Looks like you got your answer Varn." Jax said holding on and watching the shield beginning to dissipate. "Crashing into the city like that," Jax said. "Pretty crude but clever."

As much as Jax hated the Bryn, that was a good ploy but now the city was starting to get besieged and based on the size of that ship it was probably hundreds of thousands soldiers. "Calm down pilot!" Jax said. "Land us as close as you can to crash site!" Jax went to his radio. "Crosten!" Jax yelled. "Belay that order! Order all Clone Troopers to the crash site! Engage the enemy as soon as the appear!"

The Dropship made a sharp turn and headed for the safest dropzone. "Get ready people!" Jax said. "The fracking crash threw a wrench in our original plan! The new one is hold off as many Bryn as we can!"

Until at least Jax can come up with a new plan.

"This won't be another Charros IV!" Jax said turning to Aayla specifically. "Make sure no Bryn reaches the civilians!"

The door opened leaving Jax to feel the cold air and dust in the air. "Show them no fear!" Jax yelled taking out his Lightsaber, the yellow blade extending near his face. "Attack!"

 

[Drel Natrik]

Location: Ruusan
Allies: NIO | NJO | Other Allies
Enemies: The Bryn'adûl
Tags: Sehvis Ynin

- CLOSED -
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Drel looked over the horizon out before him. From here, you would never have guessed that this planet was one the location of one of the most devastating battles in galactic history.

He continued onwards. As he stepped down down a small hillside slope, he looked back towards his Padawan, Sehvis Ynin .

She was still behind him, a few paces back. He grinned slightly and then turned back around and continued.

Moments later, the pair stumbled upon a small gravesite resting in a field of death. It was only about 30 feet from where they were walking along and was not more than 400 feet wide in itself. Drel walked towards the battlefield remnants and saw the hilt of lightsaber in front of him. He stepped forward a few more and proceeded to pick up the old blade. The hilt was missing its bottom, but the crystal chamber was still intact. He flipped it around and peered into the emitter. He couldn't see the crystal, nor did he feel any force essence from it. He thought to himself that this very as he placed it back on the torn up ground and looked back over the rest of the scarred battleground. He could lots of broken armor, bent saber pikes, and dozens of other ancient weapons scattered amongst the decrepit remains.

He looked over at his young Padawan and said to her, "This was the place of an old and ancient battle, that took place all across this world". "This is one of many graves for the fallen".

He glanced back over to her as he finished, seeing if she would get what he was referring to, if not, then he would educate her on the topic.

 

[Aayla Shan]

ALLIES​

Varn Barakis Liedran Kathause Beltran Rarr Jairdain Jax Thio SJC & all other applicable elements

ENEMIES​

Bryn'Adul Elements

EQUIPMENT​

1x Standard Lightsaber, blue Kyber Crystal (handpicked on Ilum)
1x HoloLink XJ9 (Second Generation)
1x Witchblade Red & Black handle, Purple Kyber crystal
1x Utility Belt
5x Ration Packs
1x Rebreather


Sounded about right. Aayla was looking over at Jax and saw it in the same instance, the view from inside the atmosphere at the very least... Astonishing. As much as she h-... Well, yeah hated the Bryn'Adul; this beast they had crafted was something for any to marvel at. She moved to kneel towards Jax's side of the dropship, staring out of the viewport in wonder. Were they really so bloodthirsty to craft something like that? The size of it gave the impression that they didn't need to have it stuffed with thousands of troops, but she knew better than to even think for a second it wasn't.

"They're insane..."

She mumbled, intuition causing her to scoot back and clutch onto the handle on her side just as the shockwave from the landing not only reverberated in their ears, but seemed to near knock the dropship off course. She was a second from yelling at the pilot to steady when Jax did the job for her. She was becoming more comfortable barking orders at people, that was for sure... There was major unrest. Soil, Stone, without a doubt people were suddenly careened skywards, almost a quarter, if not a little more of the craft briefly enveloped in dust.

She focused herself though, even after all that her hopes, and emotions were razor sharp. As Jax noted what he wanted her to do, she considering waiting for the dropship to land... But to hell with that.

She stepped past, as he opened the door, and quite literally swan-dived out of the open doorway. The cold air hitting her immediately, heart beginning to quicken on instinct. If Jax, or Varn had an objection, It would be quieted within a second. The collaboration of her leaving the craft, the form she held, and the acceleration of gravity would've seen her disappear from clear view within a few seconds.

A single flip given as she pulled and activated the Witchblade, the speed at which she moved causing it to emit an angry buzz as it cut into the air. Settling her feet, she arced it towards the ground for just a moment longer, approaching the battle from a different angle than the dropship was heading. Indeed, it was cold; but at the moment it was hardly a concern, her body was on fire. It felt like her soul was on fire.

Within a minute, she would see the edge of destruction the impact had created riding her glorified swoop-saber until the limit of where the debris would have made it unsafe to do so. Therein, her first victim.

Instead of stopping, she let that saber perforate one of their enemies heads, flipping over, and hitting the ground in a roll. Turning, she reached her hand towards her secondary weapon, forcing it through the creatures skull, and recalling it to her hand with a grin, deactivating the blade with perhaps just a slight bit of bloodlust on her mind. His fault for getting too far ahead of his friends.

Re-slotting the Witchblade, she ran to the nearest group of civilians she could see, quickly beginning to coordinate them back towards where the defensive lines were being set up. Unless engaged specifically, she would continue to gather any stragglers she could; more-so trying to remain anonymous as she carried out this work.

 

[Cadere]

Location: Anvil
Equipment: Lightsaber | Personal Light Armor | Mantellian Vambraces | FF-CAR1
Allies: Zephyr Krayt Jax Thio Aayla Shan Varn Barakis Thurion Heavenshield Beltran Rarr Aien Mueller Jairdain Kranak Vizsla Laertia Io First Sister
Opposing: Osam

Lieutenant Heavenshield had a way with words to say the least, however, during the Lieutenant's speech his mind wandered to the thoughts of Zemira. Aside from his determination to defend the planet and fight off the Bryn'adul, he had another goal in mind, something arguably more important to him; returning to the Hapan he had developed deep feelings for. So, as the Jedi Knight looked toward the stars and waited for the inevitable hell to drop onto them, he stared upon it fearlessly - he'd survived a multitude of dire threats and managed to come up on top. These Bryn weren't about to break that streak.

"Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth."

Words had never been so true during the moment he and the others witnessed the Bryn's ship tear through the city's defensive shields. His brown eyes widened before his face quickly fell into a frown, Cas felt an unbridled annoyance - of course they had some sort of technology that could do that. Quickly, Cas reacted and spun around to direct his attention to anyone in his vicinity, the Kiffar opened his mouth in an attempt to warn everyone to get to a safe place. But the earth-shattering clamour created by the Bryn's ship colliding with the surface cut off any words he'd try to say.

The Jedi Knight was far away enough from the blast zone where he wasn't severely effected by it, minus the shockwave created with its force pushing him back slightly. "Vicious bastards..." he muttered "Everyone alright?" Cas again turned to the Rangers and soldiers stationed alongside him, his question was met with a few affirmative nods but they were visibly shaken and their fear radiated within the Force. Although he held no leadership positions in this battle, Cas looked upon the fearful men and women about to embark in the biggest fight of their lives, a sense of guardianship whelmed him. Cas decided he would protect the soldiers with him.

Looking upon the Bryn beginning to deploy from their dropship, his teeth gritted as he felt an overwhelming determination to defeat the Bryn scum that threatened innocents. They weren't getting to Kashyyyk and they weren't taking this planet. Though it was a cold night, the boiling of his blood and the adrenaline racing through his veins combatted the attempts the temprature had on chilling him. Cas was ready to win this.

 

[First Sister]

Location: Anvil - Sev Tok
Allies: CIS ( Laertia Io ) │ SJC ( Jairdain )
Enemies: The Bryn'adûl

The Sister stood behind Xiphos perhaps in the manner of a fangirl desperately seeking her idol’s approval. She was patient, especially as the Black Knight set about the frantic work of linking the Nuetralizers with the Concord forces. Normally, she would have occupied herself with prayer, but in the presence of a Light Sith, even one that was her idol, the Sister did not want to be too overt in her edgy Dark Sith tendencies.

Before long, Xiphos called out to her and the Sister turned to respond, her eyes shifting towards an athletic blonde wearing an armored catsuit. Not long, after her idol introduced her to the woman and the tiny electromancer smiled as Melissa gave her greeting.

“To you as well.” The Qilin answered in a genial tone. “I didn’t know…” The electromancer paused, wondering if she should refer to her idol as Laertia or Xiphos. Given the context, she quickly decided on the former. “...Laertia had family, but it’s very good to meet you, Melissa.”

From there, Xiphos thanked her for deciding to show up, to which the Sister smiled, having been shown the approval she so desperately sought from her living idol.

Then, she looked up.

The fiery arrow that represented the Epitaph had now appeared in the sky and was getting closer to the city with each passing moment as she followed Laertia. All the while, a large Concord heavy carrier moved on a course to ram the incoming Bryn'adûl warship. For a moment, the electromancer held out hope that the shields would hold and that the desperate, Hail Mary attempt at intercepting the massive enemy ship would succeed, at least in knocking the vessel off course, away from the city.

Only to see them dashed against stone.

She had seen the footage and heard the stories of how resilient the Bryn'adûl were, how their skin could turn away disruptors and how the creatures could shrug off heat, as if it were a shock from a training blade. As such, she should not have been surprised to see the Epitaph rip through the carrier, seemingly none the worse for wear from being struck by a vessel roughly equal to it in size. However, where it was one thing to see their resilience in combat camera footage, it was quite another to see it in person. In stark contrast to her own stupefaction, her idol, Xiphos, seemed wholly focused, presumably from having borne witness to such sights many times before in facing the Bryn'adûl. Following her example, the Sister took a deep breath and did the same, imbuing her legs with a short burst of Speed in order to catch up with the Black Knight.

At almost the same time, the colossal bulk of the Epitaph struck the barrier projected over the city, before passing through it with violent, unrelenting speed. Moments later, a powerful, earsplitting boom sounded throughout the city as the ship impacted the earth, thereby vaporizing those unfortunates caught in the impact zone and creating a large crater in the middle of the city. Though she was some distance away from the landing site, the Sister was immediately thrown to the ground from the shockwave of the impact, managing to pick herself up as a trio of buildings collapsed down the street.

Immediately, the tiny electromancer activated her energy shield with a mental command in order to protect herself from the flying debris as she moved after the Black Knight, struggling to keep up with the woman’s frantic pace as she moved towards the impact area. It was only the touch of @Jairdain’s battle meditation that kept her feet moving, even if she was more motivated by an obsessive fangirl fascination with her idol than any purely virtuous intentions, such as the desire to save the galaxy from an omnicidal threat. Being a Sith, it went without saying that the Sister could energize herself via the ambient energy of suffering transpiring across the city, that of terrified militia soldiers, wailing civilians, and yet more. Wicked though it was, she did so without hesitation, empowering herself in the Dark side as galvanic energy manifested around her hands, ready to be cast forth towards the monsters at a moment’s notice...

Spoiler: Loadout

• First Sister’s Sith Uniform
  • Undersuit
    • UL-14 “Virtus” Class Underlay
  • Energy Shield
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Stealth Device
    • Stealth Field Generator
  • Alchemical Talisman(s)
    • Jin'Wodasir - Pins of Protection (2)
    • Talisman of Concentration
  • Left Gauntlet
    • LPD-52 Vibrant Miniaturized Bio-Energy Gun
  • Right Gauntlet
    • LPD-40 IceJet Miniaturized CryoBan Projector
  • Utility Belt
    • FAE/U-01 "Serenity" Anti-Signal Field System
    • Supernal Infusion
• Miniaturized Double-Bladed Spinning Lightsaber - Magenta Blade
• Whimsy Knife

 

[Udomek Seker]

STANDOFF

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OBJECTIVE: Phase 1
THEME: Bloodsport
LOCATION: Exiting The Epitaph
EQUIPMENT: Verikast Juggernaut Platform 12A | Quilxyn Protectors | Assault Carbine | Glaive
ALLIES: Tathra Khaeus | Osam | Hrajlmak'Natok | Sethrak | Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Quoron Ver'dum | Sarask Hiskt | Sylok'Vanari | Ostak Cl'mana | Krarolk T'manu | Kelmor | Kyrim Tenebris | Gordrak
ENEMIES: SJC
TAGS: Open

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Arm and arm with his brethren they kneeled as they braced for the landing of the Epitaph. Though it was a smooth as could be expected landing it still rocked Udomek a little. It felt like everything it space to atmosphere to ground could be felt ten times more then a normal impact on ground. His legs shook as he rose back to his feet locked together with his squad mates. The Ultras where lines in front of the lowly normal juggernauts as was to be expected. They thankfully blocked the majority of the cold from flooding over Udomeks squad.


Still, he could feel it the cold nipping at them just waiting to bite into them fully. Sure, they had armor that was insolated and other means of elemental protection on them still the cold would be somewhat hinderance. Especially if this went like last time and Udomek lost all his armor, or some idiot decided to blow up parts of his armor. Again, he found himself looking to make sure the old man was nowhere near him. All he saw when he looked around was his fellow Juggernauts.


The wave of adrenaline washed over him he could feel it coming that rush. The first charge was about to commence, just moments again he was feeling the first signs of the cold but now blood rushed through him in excitement warming him up. The cold was there to be sure, and he hadn’t felt the full brunt of it yet but for the moment he could shrug it off. He stared forward then his yellow eyes watching, waiting for the movement of the lines in front of him as the calls of battle came.


Then the call came from their chieftain though Udomek could not hear it, he had felt. He couldn’t explain it and it turned out to be true as the lines started to march forward into the cold fray ahead. Into the gloom of darkened skies and fog with frigid cold. Today was starting and until dawn would be the test before them. Udomek and his squad began their forward movements, there objectives clear.

 

[Rurik Fel]

M A N _ O F _ I R O N
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
LORD EXECUTOR
KNIGHTS OF THE EMPIRE
1st CRUSADE FLEET | NIV 'ANTARES DRACO'
Iron Skin | Lightsaber | Vengeance of Sword and Sun

DESCENDING
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Slowly, the commanding officers beneath the Lord Executor's direct command aboard his task force, a Battlecruiser shepherded by a hand full of smaller ships to compensate for the Draco's weaknesses. His loyal knights stood aboard the command deck of the titan of war and awaited the words of the Lord Executor. Head of state to the New Imperial Order, he was not, but he carried a presence that demanded respect and attention all its own, donned in the punished heavy metal and cloak of argent, his silhouette and his aura was unmistakable.

He slowly turned to Paz's inquiry, his eyes enveloped in tortured flesh looking over each of them for a moment before nodding once.

"No doubt...this is an enigmatic call to arms and summoning...but you all must be keenly aware of our mission and our objective if we are to accomplish it rightly. Awaiting us...in the Sev Tok system, a great battle has come underway. The Silver Jedi defend their home...from the Bryn'adul." He states simply, letting those words seep into the air for a moment before he continues again.

"We will not forget...nor will we forgive that the Silver Jedi rushed to the side of the Sith Empire in our just crusade...we are not here to make diplomatic grounds, we are not here to make friends with the Silver Jedi." He pauses once more for a moment.

"We are here to make war. We will fight here so that our brothers and sisters in the heart of our homeland might sleep soundly this night knowing the Bryn'adul have faltered another day. We will spare no resource and spare no quarter in slaying this enemy."

"They are a souless horde, a wretched parasite which demands the fullest extent of our capabilities. And thus we will make use of them. Several years ago, our comrades in the Thyrsian Sun Guard engineered a xenophage to target the Bryn'adul. The Galactic Alliance and Silver Jedi are far too mortally fragile to employ this virus. We are not. We will do what must be done. All of you and all your retinues will be given a supply of the toxin. Spread it as far and effectively as you all can manage. When the day is done...we will have scraped this filth clean from this world." Rurik states, his voice at a frigid tone before he turns in the direction of the ship's captain.

"How far out are we?" He inquired outright.

"Not much longer, whatever other preparations need be made, they need to be expedited."

"So it be done. For the Empire...and may The Force be with you all. Prepare to land." Rurik said, concluding with a word of command to relieve them before he turned toward the bridge viewport once more. His eyes narrowed.

"We're nearing exit...we can drop in at the edge of sys-"

"As close you can possibly manage, Captain." Rurik interjected, his gaze shifting in the direction of the officer who nodded once before muttering the command onward to one of the navigators. The Imperial Knight shut his eyes in anticipation. He ground his feet into the very vessel itself, feeling out with the Force to anticipate the very moment of its exit...slowly, he brought himself down unto his knees, seeping his reigns of influence across the crew of the Star Destroyer itself, the troopers in the holds of their gunships, the crewmen at their stations, the Imperial Knights in their starfighters. Anxiety gripped all of them. Some of them had fought the horrors of the Sith head on, they'd known war, they'd seen war. They understood and learned the very important lessons in leadership that came with it. Lessons etched in blood.

In those moments of meditation, Rurik eased into his own inner self, to not only commune with his subconscious in order to chart the path which would lead himself and those beneath his command to finishing the mission but reached out to all of them aboard the Draco. To assure them all and hone them in on the mission. There was only so much that could be done by each of them to return home again, to warm hearths and loving arms. But what they had full control of, was the battle ahead. To reap death unto these monsters...and make war.

His eyes opened not a moment later. It was time.

With a rip from hyperspace, the electric blue, psychedelic miasma of incalcuable movement faded into the bright crawl of light over the atmosphere of Sev Tok.

The New Imperial Order had arrived.

Already well into low orbit, the commscan den in the bridge pressed the coordinates forward to more closely align the ship with the origin of the distress call.

Its shape, appearance, markings all easily identifiable to any of the learned Silver Jedi Naval personell. New Imperial. Likely, not anything they'd ever expected and certainly had never wanted so deep into their space. It made no attempt to identify itself as it moved closer toward the planet.

"Our guns are in firing range...we've identified the Bryn'adul forces that have landed...but- it'd be danger close to the Silver Jedi forces, Lord Executor."

"Fire. Flag the Silver ships as friendlies. Fire on the Bryn'adul." Rurik commanded and soon enough, the weapon systems able to fire solid projectiles aboard the hull of the Antares Draco trained on Anvil, sights trained on the hex grid containing the Bryn'adul landing forces.

Regardless of proximity of its target to the Jedi or civilians it began to open fire as fighters unfurled from its hangar bays and make way toward the world. There was no immediate action made toward the Silver Jedi ships in orbit, the New Imperials seemingly posed no threat to them.

As these projectiles ripped through the atmosphere, they exploded in an airburst above the target zone and in its wake, mists, smoke, ash all carrying the Vengeance of The Sword and Sun rained down over Anvil. The Xenophage. To most any sentient Galactic species, the effects were...inconsequential...to a solid majority of the species adherent to the Bryn'adul, this was a deeply insidious and fatal plague, precision engineered to infect and kill. And the New Imperial Order spared no expense in saturating the battlefield with this insidious virus with volleys of projectiles bursting overhead into invasive clouds of smoke that drifted down into the invading Bryn'adul forces.

Seeing the volleys make purchase on target, Rurik patched through to Gir Quee and the other Silver Jedi and aligned forces in orbit of Sev Tok.

"We'd heard the call...and Iron has answered. The New Imperial Order will not leave until the Bryn'adul are scraped clean from this world." Rurik said outright. There was no negotiation in this, they were there to kill, they had a singular aim and decisive mission in their sights.

"It's time to make war..." He said, nodding once to the Captain before turning on his heel to take his leave from the command bridge.

ALLIES | NIO | NJO | SJC | Saaveina | Hans Rennagen | Paz Koon | Gir Quee

ENEMIES | BRYN | Tathra Khaeus | Krarolk T'manu | Primarch Drek'ma | Sethrak | Hrajlmak'Natok

AFTER ACTION REPORT:
IMPERIAL KNIGHT TASKFORCE HAS ARRIVED IN LOW ORBIT OF SEV TOK
NIV ANTARES DRACO HAS FIRED SEVERAL VOLLEYS OF THE BRYN'ADUL XENOPHAGE ONTO THE AREA OF BATTLE IN ANVIL
( Effects are basically negligible for all non Bryn and may be written by the Bryn writers to their own effect. )​

 

[Seer Kalanthir]

STANDOFF​

Phase One
Location: Aboard the Epitaph
Allies: Sethrak | Osam | Galak | Udomek Seker | Gordrak | Kyrim Tenebris | Hrajlmak'Natok | Ostak Cl'mana | Krarolk T'manu | Kelmor | Quoron Ver'dum | Primarch Drek'ma
Enemies: Jairdain

The Epitaph came a halt, crushing the ground beneath before stopping in place like a silent obelisk. When it opened, the cold stir and silence were quickly broken as the forces of their enemy immediately engaged against their warriors. The ice burned at the muscles of the Baedurin as the Drones were cut down by endless volleys of the local militia. So much death, so much destruction as the full might of the Bryn'adûl warriors were put on display. The Ashaka within continued to build upon the foundations of his battle meditation, no single member of the Bryn'adûl Drael or otherwise would feel themselves near the reserves of their stamina, they would fight deep into the night and until the dawn came. Sunlight would echo their victory as the hordes of the weak fell dead. But first, Kalanthir had to ensure the success of that victory. Blind eyes felt the power of the urn beneath him, the Barricas within was the key to their success. But first, the Titan would need to enact his plan.

Though the chances of that plan coming to fruition were beginning to slim as the Epitaph and its surrounding area were coated in a rain of fire. From within the higher confines of the bridge he could not tell the state of their forces outside, but he could see the mortars of plasma raining down from on high. The Kraemonen infrastructure within the Epitaph cried out as the outer plates of the ship were struck repeatedly.

He entrusted his safety to their leader, he could not allow himself to be distracted. Even as the human jedi continued to pester him. He put the battle meditation of the Ashaka between he and them.

You overestimate your influence. This field will be won by the might and the steel of the Warrior. Not by us.

The Seer began to devote the entirety of his focus to the babe, its body glowing with blossoming red circlets of energy. Dark energies. Behind him, the Ashaka at his side began to raise their hands conjoined above their heads with open palms.

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

STANDOFF



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OBJECTIVE: Phase 1
POST: 4
LOCATION: The Epitaph, Command Bridge
EQUIPMENT: Warlock's Armour | Battlestaff [Sig]
ALLIES: The Bryn'adul
ENEMIES: Everything Else
ENGAGING: Arctus Silmar
Forces:

Spoiler

• Drones [5,000]
• Rhivaks [200]
• Brumaks [300]
• Vaydralen [2,000]
• Warlocks [6]
• Warlock Field-Masters [2]
• Servitor [3]

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The fog began to dissipate as Hrajlmak and his forces neared its edge. Though unnoticed by most, the efforts of others scattered it to the wind even quicker. A massive slug round fired from an unseen repulsor tank whizzed by Hrajlmak's head, obliterating a group of Drones behind him. The true image of the battle now began to take shape. The center of the city towered over them only a block away. Everything else in the vicinity had been reduced to rubble from the crash. Another heavy shell, followed quickly by another alerted Hrajlmak to nearby armour. Within a second, Hrajlmak's telepathic assessment was relayed to all forces, briefly pushing through to the forefront of Bryn'adul minds before fading just as quickly as it arrived. Armour needed to be destroyed. Inside the Epitaph, a line of Brumaks one hundred strong moved forward for a better view, and began chaining massive orbs of energy at whatever enemy armour they could see. As Drones fell around him, returning fire where they could, what buildings and vantage points were still standing glowed with blaster fire streaming from their holes and windows. Nested gunmen laid heavy fire on the advancing Bryn'adul crowd. White-eyes, send your Vaydralen auxiliaries and clean out every standing structure. When they were first introduced, Hrajlmak had eyed the Vaydralen as potential auxiliaries for the Warlocks. Indeed they had proven themselves agile and capable fighters during assessments. This would be their trial by fire. Hrajlmak hoped to leverage their agility and fast-twitch fighting for close-quarters urban clearing, having them move building to building before artillery obliterated them.

Orbs of Brumak energy flew overhead, some smashing into the encroaching repulsor-tank column, others finding their way to other defensive placements. Hrajlmak laid eyes on one who stood out like a sore thumb. She gleamed with tranquil energy. A Jedi by Hrajlmak's standards. One of the most prized trophies of the Warlocks. Another salvo of powerful energy shot out from inside the Epitaph in her direction. Hrajlmak had his target. But closing the gap was proving to be a daunting task. The militia were never ending, and their numbers were increasingly composed of more capable troops. Hrajlmak pushed through several Drones, finally coming out into the Sev Tok air. Immediately he was beaten into a recoil by blaster bolts hitting his chest. He turned again to face fire, and roared with a violent fever, lurching forward and impaling the nearest militiaman, promptly using the kebab as a meat shield for bolts in his direction. He almost broke into a forward sprint when sonic booms above him caught his attention. Still behind his makeshift meatshield he watched as shells screamed down from orbit, exploding in a sickly cloud above Bryn'adul troops not far from him. In the heat of battle, the troops under the various clouds moved unphased. Indeed, the aerosol did nothing to them. But Hrajlmak knew better than to ignore it. He conveyed caution of what he saw to the minds of all forces, especially those who had been exposed, whether they noticed or not. With no further distractions, he made headway to his target.

 

[Saaveina]

A T M O S P H E R E
Q U E E N O F S W O R D S
NIV 'ANTARES DRACO'
Rurik Fel Hans Rennagen Paz Koon

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"So it be done. For the Empire...and may The Force be with you all. Prepare to land."

Their briefing done and his farewells offered, the Knight turned sharply to depart, hoisting her helmet to her crown with fluttering cloak trails in her wake. Boots eager to feel the tumult beneath their leaping ship carried her with the swiftness of mission and the weight of authority, met soon by the chorus of troopers scrambled to standby to join her below.

"Knight Saaveina," said the marked sergeant who fell in step beside her, "Sergeant Venifor of the 501st, we've been assigned to your leadership ma'am."

The Knight allowed a moment of pause to settle betwixt them before speaking, deciding which course was the best to take. "Sergeant Venifor, it's a pleasure to meet you." She said, turning her head down towards him, "Our efforts shall be focused on dispersing the xenophage agent throughout the walls of Anvil. We will meet heavy resistance, perhaps from both beast and man, do you understand, sir?"

"We've been outfitted with weapons for swift deployment of the plague in the field, spreaders, and canisters both. Not only that, but we're packing slugs for the two-legged nasties who feel like raising a fuss. We're ready to squash whatever resistance we encounter." Venifor spoke with a graveled edge to his tone, eager, he was, to face the Bryn'adûl on the field of battle and avenge the comrades he lost at the hands of the Silver Jedi in their given aid to the Sith.

"Very well, we will approach our objective with a care package mentality- shield those toting the specialized weapons to ensure they arrive at their designations in one piece. Infecting the Bryn'adûl warriors is our highest priority. That being said, I request a final equipment check- ensure your outfit know the dangers of the virus and how to properly handle it. I do not want anyone suffering the side-effects as we proceed."

"Yes ma'am, consider it done." He fell back, set to chatter with his squadron.

Content in the calm before the battle upon their approach to one of many dropships nested within the Antares Draco, the guardian retreated within her awareness, dialing in her senses to reflect on the meditations she had begun hours ago. She had felt the threads pulling against her then, murmurings of conflict to come. Each of them had raised a question in her mind, contemplating the possibilities of where it was their conquest would lead. She realized now, in her progression, it did not matter.

Wherever the threat to order arose, she would stand vigilant against it.

Ducking through the threshold of the dropship, she raised a hand in greeting to the crew, bowing her head soon after in appreciation for their quickness to ready. "We shan't keep them waiting longer." She remarked, situating herself into a seat. Stormtroopers filed in after, filling the rows of seats beside and across. Some, she noticed, were fidgeting with their weapons or clutching trinkets of sentiment to their chests. Anxiety was rampant amongst them, despite the steadiness of their leader's words.

It was enough to urge a gentle breath through her nose and a nod in silent acknowledgment to their plight. Most of them, she suspected, had never faced the savagery of the Bryn'adûl.

Rather than offer words of comfort, the woman flourished through The Force, coaxing her calm to disperse across the interior of the craft, encouraging clarity to take root amongst those her shield would be raised in defense of.

'Galavant into the breach, Children of Iron, and banish what would shroud our Sun.' The verse coasted between her meditations, some quiet chant she had heard in the trenches, 'Raise banner for your brother, revel in his courage, to do what must be done.'

"Standby for launch." The voice crackled over the comm-link in her helmet, prompted by the darkening of the interior lights.

'We go now, Children of Iron--'

"Launching." The dropship lurched from its place, falling for mere seconds before the drone of repulsors activated to counter the gravity beneath them and urge them forward.

'--until the battle is won.'​

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

Location: Sev Tok, City of Anvil, City Center, 550 Meters Southwest of The Epitaph
Local Time: 22:18
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Defend the City of Anvil Alongside SJC Forces in the Area
Secondary Objective: N/A
Equipment: Loadout 2 (Carrying 1x Portable Clip Recharger in utility Field Butt Pack. Flame Projector swapped out with a CryoBan Projector.)
Friendlies: SJC | Thirdas Heavenshield | Beltran Rarr | Aien Mueller
Hostiles: The Bryn’adûl | Open for opposition!

Kranak and a small platoon of militiamen and rangers were over halfway to the outer perimeter wall, walking the broad and once lively streets of Anvil. The city from the outside would appear quiescent to the naked eye from afar. A city wide wartime blackout was enforced to deny the invading force the visibility of friendly troop concentrations and movements for the siege but regardless, they were still prone to other forms of detection.

He was lost in thought as he continued walking to the fortifications. Uneasiness set into his mind. He had a number of concerns in his mind. Whose turn was it to die among them this time? Could he trust the militiamen to watch his back? Would they drop their weapons and run in the first sign of danger, or would they stand and fight as they should?

The giant heaved a frustrated sigh <Where’s a vod when you need one…> He wasn’t the only Mandalorian from the Covenant deployed for this theatre of the war, but they were spread about the city for its defense. He could’ve trusted a fellow Mandalorian to watch his back without a shadow of a doubt.

The Ori’ramikad did not have the answer to those questions in his mind. He would just have to find out himself when the time came. All he knew is that it was imperative that Bryn’adûl’s advance was halted in Sev Tok, here and now. He didn’t really care for the Concord or the Jetii for that matter, but they were valuable allies in the seemingly endless fight against the Dar’jetii in these trying times for the Mando’ade. Whether they liked it or not, the Mando’ade needed allies more than ever. They had to adapt to the reality of the situation and wage war accordingly against the Dar’jetii.

The banter coming from his rear broke his chain of thought, which was for the better for the Ori’ramikad. It was no use to anyone staying worried like that.

“So… Have you ever seen a Bryn in the flesh? W-what do they look like?” asked a young militiaman in curiosity.

“I don’t know, I only heard descriptions from some fortunate refugees here and there. Tall, strong, chitinous beasts.” answered an older man.

“How… How hard could it be to take them down?”

“How hard?” the older militiaman repeated, mockingly. “They’ve decimated worlds prior to Sev Tok, you know!”

“Hey… Hey, Mando! Have you ever killed one before?” the lad asked Kranak, perhaps to relieve his troubled young mind just a little bit from the battle that was yet to come.

The giant shook his head from side to side as he walked. [“No.”] He had no comforting answer for him. The closest thing he killed to a Bryn’adûl was the Vong. But even then, fighting the Bryn’adûl would be something he never experienced before in his life. It would truly be an experience he would not forget so easily. If he somehow survived the ordeal.

The lad went quiet for a moment after the Mandalorian’s short answer.

“Brrr,” one of them shivered. “Is it just me or is it getting cold?”

“Ah, no.” said the other. “My hands,” the militiaman slung his blaster rifle over his right shoulder and crossed his arms, tucking his hands underneath his arm pits to warm them up. “It’s freezing out here! What the kark!”

Kranak looked over his left shoulder as he moved. He could see their breaths in the cold. They were right. It was getting cold. But why? Deserts did get cold in the night, sure. But not as cold as this. This was not natural. His Heads-Up Display confirmed that. The temperature readings were way lower than what they should have been. The unexpected change in temperature kicked in his armor’s Temperature Regulator and started heating him up.

“Come on, lad. You’ll be fine,” said the older militiaman, speeding up his pace to walk side by side with the young, worried militiaman. “It’s gonna be one hell of a story you can tell your children!”

“Wha-what’s that over there?” The lad inquired, pointing at the horizon. Heads turned towards the horizon. Kranak looked towards the direction he was pointing at to see what it was.

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He saw a bright dot of light on the horizon. [“Magnify.”] upon receiving the verbal command, his macrobinocular magnified fifty times to see what it was over in the distance.

Upon magnifying, his HUD identified the unknown contacts he was looking at. He detected The Epitath marked with a hollow red square, the Bryn’adûl invasion force. It was being pursued by a Concord Deshet-class Heavy Carrier, identified as the Midnight Darkest, marked with a hollow blue square.

He could see swarms of smaller crafts launching from the Midnight Darkest, all marked in smaller, blue hollow squares each. Their flight paths interdicted that of The Epitath, attempting to intercept the colossal ship.

His commlink crackled to life not long after identifying the contacts in his HUD. He recognized the voice. It was the Antarian Ranger Lieutenant from before.

"This is Heavenshield! We've got confirmed Bryn on a collision course! AA-guns, open fire -- Repeat, open fire! We need to knock it off-course, there's no telling what that much mass will do to our shield!"

The Anti-Air guns dotted inside the city opened up with a violent salvo, directing their fire to the Bryn’adûl invasion fleet enroute to the city. The lasers and the tracing missiles created an unprecedented light show for the Ori’ramikad. They were already bright for the naked eye. They were more brighter for him, as his nightvision had casted a green haze over everything he gazed at.

[“Collision course?”] He repeated to himself out loud in surprise. Kark damn it. The Bryn’adûl were attempting something unconventional. They had prepared for a conventional siege, not a flagship being used as a battering ram about to collide with the city!

The Mandalorian muttered a curse in Mando’a as he watched the Midnight Darkest ram The Epitath as the AA guns let loose on the latter. But a sudden and intense flash of light almost blinded him. He quickly looked away from The Epitath and lifted his helmet mounted macrobinoculars with his left hand.

Looking back at the sudden bright flash in the horizon, Kranak’s HUD no longer detected the IFF Transponder of the Midnight Darkest. She was gone. The Epitaph on the other hand, was closing in rapidly to the Anvil City, shrugging off the Anti-Air fire directed at her.

“What the hell is happening…” muttered one of the other militiamen in concern. The ground shook as The Epitaph came closer due to her strong engines. The shaking was gentle at first, but turned violent the more she got closer. The window panes of the buildings and shops around them trembled violently at first. Some gave way from the pressure and shattered from the sound of The Epitaph’s engines.

It didn’t take long for The Epitaph to fly overhead. The monstrous ship passed the city’s defensive shields with ease, and was headed straight towards the city center.

"Everybody down!"

That was Beltran over the open channel, warning all friendly elements to seek shelter from the imminent collision.

[“Disperse and seek shelter! Now!”] The Mandalorian shouted as he broke into a sprint towards an alleyway, quickly stopping and crouching by the closest ferro-concrete wall at the mouth of the alleyway. The others were quick to follow suit. They scattered in all directions. A few followed him into the alleyway.

The ground beneath their feet shook savagely. It felt like an earthquake. The window panes remaining intact or cracked were completely shattered from the violent tremor.

The tremors stopped after a few moments. They were fortunate enough to be not as close to the crash site unlike other friendly units, so Kranak and the friendlies near him weren’t seriously affected by the violent tremors.

The giant stood up and exited the alleyway and walked to the street. [“Is anyone hurt? Sound off!”]

“I’m-I’m fine!”

“Status green!”

“Aaah, kark. I’m good.”

“Combat effective.”

The militiamen and the Antarian Rangers in his close proximity reported fine. They were all ready and able. For now.

“W-what do we do now? That thing just-” the blue eyes of the young militiaman were widened in fear. He wasn’t expecting Bryn'adûl to land right on top of them. None of them were. The tactic they employed was very unorthodox for a siege.

[“No plan survives first contact intact, Trooper.”] spoke the giant, cutting off the worried lad. The Ori’ramikad continued after a short pause. [“We adapt to the situation now.”] His HUD indicated large concentrations of friendly elements forming a perimeter around the crashed Bryn’adûl ship.

Kranak continued to speak as he reached for his probe droid from his utility field butt pack. [“We most certainly have friendly forces attempting to cordon off the Bryn’adûl’s landing zone.”] with the movement of his eyes, he turned on the probe droid and gave it a set of commands verbally. [“Reconnaissance protocol engaged. Point of Interest, The Epitaph. Minimum altitude, five hundred meters. Loitering circumference, half a klick from the enemy landing zone.”]

The probe droid swiftly increased in altitude and was no longer within the sight of the naked eye. The probe’s relative location was marked with a small, green hollow triangle in his HUD.
He opened a secure channel to friendly forces on the ground using his helmet commlink. [“Ruus’alor Kranak reporting in. Standby for real-time reconnaissance data.”]

As soon as reconnaissance data from the probe was relayed back to him, the giant would patch the live feed to the SJC Command Center and those who had HUD’s in their helmets, providing friendly ground elements with detailed reports regarding the current positions of the Bryn’adûl ground elements.

[“Come on, we got to move. We have to link up with a greater friendly element to hold them off.”] Said Kranak, as he lowered his macrobinoculars with his left hand once more. A green haze from his nightvision was cast over everything once again.

The group of militiamen and a handful of Antarian Rangers followed his lead as friendly gunships flew overhead to disembark the troopers within their cabins to stabilize the new frontline. They went back the way they came and used alternating pathways such as taking alleyways and the likes to reach the new frontline.

Local Time: 22:25

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Combat boots stomped on the ferro-concrete pavements and streets as Kranak’s platoon made their way towards the edge of the crater created by the landing of The Epitath in a combat-pace. The structures within a five hundred meter radius of the Bryn’adûl ship were reduced to ruins, also creating a hundred meter wide crater, fifty meters deep.

[“Take up defensive formations along the perimeter, overlooking the enemy landing zone.”] said the Ori’ramikad, as he sprinted up a large mound of rubble and went prone by at the edge of the top, thus minimizing his exposure to enemy line of sight as best he can.


"Understood!"

"Yeah, roger that."

"Will do!"

A few of the militiamen and rangers confirmed their orders verbally. The rest simply followed suit after their comrades. They took up various defensive positions along the perimeter. Inside intact buildings, within ruins, anything that looked strong enough to use as cover.

He glanced at the probe’s live feed on his HUD before he peaked over the mound of rubble he was using as defilade. The reconnaissance data was inconclusive due to the black cloud covering a two kilometer circumference around The Epitaph, messing with the probe’s detection hardware. The probe did detect a significant amount of hostile forces in the area, but it didn’t provide the full picture.

But regardless, he patched the reconnaissance data to the Concord Command Center, as well as to the HUD’s of friendly ground forces in the area of operations. [“Uploading real-time reconnaissance data now.”]

He quickly took out his datapad from his utility butt pack and interacted with the probe to give it the permission to assume the optimal loitering distance and altitude to obtain better reconnaissance data, all the while making sure it wouldn’t over extend and get shot out of the sky. He put the datapad back into his butt pack once he was done.

Kranak then peaked from his piece of cover before he issued orders to his platoon. The stretch of land was generally filled with small to large mounds of rubble, with a few buildings still somehow managed to stay intact from the enemy ship’s collision. Beyond the stretch of land laid the crater, and the monstrous ship within. He could see enemy movement in the crater, but he wasn’t sure how far they were from the edge of the crater closer to their side of the frontline. The sea of eyes of the hulking monstrosities glowed white green in his nightvision. A portion of the Bryn’adûl forces were enroute to their position.

"Oh kark me... Oh kark me!" one of the militiamen muttered to himself in fear at the sight of the Bryn'adûl forces and The Epitaph.

"Look at the size of them!"

The giant rested his Paranaor Blaster Rifle on the edge of the defilade to increase his accuracy. He took off his blaster rifle off safety with a soft click and changed the fire mode to “SEMI” as he issued orders to his small platoon using the proximity commlink, secure to friendly elements.

[“Alright, this is it! Pick your targets. Fire at will, but remember, use either semi or short controlled bursts! Target distance is slightly beyond five hundred meters. Adjust your sights and engage accordingly.”] The militia and the handful of Antarian Rangers opened fire as soon as he was finished.

With the saved eye movement in his interactive HUD, his helmet macrobinocular magnified times six. Using the firing solution of his MFTAS coupled with his MSTA, he very quickly zeroed in on the enemy forces he could see and gently pulled the trigger. He would be aiming for either the head or the armor joints of the hulking beasts in the distance.

Their blaster rifles howled with each pull of the trigger as they unleashed their salvo. They were surely in the thick of it now. They were the closest fighting force on this flank. More were enroute to further stabilize the newly formed frontline. All they had to do was hold their position and not let any of the Bryn'adûl through. But that was easier said than done.

 

[Zephyr Krayt]

Location: Entering Sev Tok Atmosphere
Equipment: Linked in biography
Tags: Osam Cadere​

In light of the dire situation they faced, it didn't take Zephyr long to consider what he knew he needed to do. The struggle of power between himself and Caius had been an irritant since the group's formation but he wouldn't allow it to be their downfall today. While he didn't want to relinquish command of the group, for the good of the team and the overarching Concord, he relented. "I'm under your command." He told the other Mandalorian who nodded and gave his ally a hearty slap on the back.

"I appreciate it, Zeph." He replied. "You know I respect you but you aren't half like an annoying little brother." He reached over and ruffled the other's hair but Zephyr was quick to swat his hand away and evade "Stop it" he said though he was smiling. The squad of 4 had spent the last few months living and working together and with no families of their own to look after, they had been each other's constant companions and protectors. The dynamic of the group had become something of sibling relationship and with Zephyr being the second youngest, he received much of the teasing.

Their brief moment of normality was interrupted by the sound of the cockpit door opening and the two Jedi appearing after presumably making contact with the ground. All eyes in the room fell on the pair, expectedly. "The ship landed in the city." He informed them. "In the city?" One of the Rangers asked, receiving a nod in response. "But we aren't alone. We've received a transmission from the New Imperial Order and we have word that the New Jedi Order are here." He offered what small amount of hope he could, though it conversely revealed the dire nature of the situation also.

"This is going to be the worst family reunion." The blue-clad Mandalorian quipped in an attempt at lightening the mood.

Moments later, the ship shuddered as it entered the atmosphere in its quick descent to the ground. "That's our cue." Caius placed his helmet on, prompting his three beskar-clad allies to follow suit.

"We'll see you on the ground." Kaira told the others.

The Jedi offered a small bow of the head. "May the Force be with you."

While normally the Mandalorians might have teased the Jedi for his comment, they knew it was inappropriate in the situation so Zephyr simply nodded in response. "And you." Now their solidarity was more important than ever.

The hangar door slowly lowered and a sharp gust of wind rushed into the ship. In turn, the four Mandalorians ignited their jetpacks and launched out into the night. Using the night-vision function of their helmets, far below they could see the Epitaph, small plumes of smoke, and the chaos that was beginning to ensue around it along with several unidentifiable beasts that were visible even from the height they were at.

::What are those?!:: Arden asked his allies over comms.

::I've never seen anything like it:: Zephyr commented in disbelief.

::The Jedi really do need all the help they can get:: Arden replied.

::This is everyone's fight now. Not just the Jedi's::

As they neared the battle site below, Caius gave his first orders as their decided commander. ::Zephyr, with me. You two try and distract to give survivors a chance to recuperate::

And with his word, the group split into two, going in opposite directions. ::I'll cover you:: He assured his ally as they headed for the wall and landed on it to allow themselves something of a vantage point above those below. They were not invulnerable by any means, especially given the giant beasts that traversed the city, but two lone Mandalorians were substantially less noteworthy than the growing army below.

Zephyr trusted his comrade to protect him so he could afford to put his full concentration to adequately aiming on the Bryn below. He brought the scope up to his visor and aimed for the Bryn troops as they poured out of the Epitaph, attempting to slowly but surely pick them off one by one.

They could not afford for Sev Tok to fall into the hands of the Bryn and it seemed despite the less than warm relations the Silver Jedi Concord had with some of the other factions of the galaxy the fight against the Bryn was enough to unite the differing groups under a single banner into one dysfunctional army. The rag-tag team of Jedi, Imperials, Mandalorians, their armies and all else who rallied to the fight would give their all to force their shared enemy onto their knees.

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

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Post # 3
Location: The Epitaph, Shield Core Room.
Objective: Protect Them All
Enemies: Silver Jedi Concord | NJO | NIO | Any Others...
Allies: The Bryn'adûl, Ashaka Battlemasters (Hybrids), Primarch Drek'ma
Tags: Tathra Khaeus , Galak , Mig Gred | Liedran Kathause | Sethrak | Hrajlmak'Natok | Ostak Cl'mana | Kyrim Tenebris | Quoron Ver'dum | Thatzaer | Osam | Udomek Seker | Seer Kalanthir | Rurik Fel

The silence that fell over them after the shields dropped was eerie. The boundless notion of uncertainty weighing heavy on the dozen Ashaka. Each of them had done enough to make landing possible, only the freefall left them unnerved. The ship slipped through Sev Tok's atmosphere like a thick shadow through the clouds. Its hulking image terrorizing any that watched from beneath it. The speed it gained during its descent twisted the stomachs of those on the lower deck, gravity doing its perpetual work. In those minor seconds of peace, there was no control over the situation, just blind faith in the order that had come from Tathra Khaeus . To falter here, meant death, meant the end of a rising tide that sought to heal the wounded galaxy. The Bryn were here to correct the vicious cycle of clashing waves, the impure salt that laid bare among that of their treacherous civilizations.

It would all be the beginning of the end if the Draelvasier and their allies managed to somehow safely land. All of them on the Epitaph were merely eager. Eager to once again feel the impact of the Burrower clashing with the raw earth and stone of their next crusade. In a swathe of pure unapologetic fury, the entirety of the lower deck erupted into a thunderous roar. Sylok glanced over to the metallic stone, a etching slowly tracing over the status. They hadn't landed yet, this was different. Their silence was taken from them, a cacophony of mixed sounds ripping through the inner walls beneath them. Contact had been made, but not with the city.

We went right-" The young Ashaka Mage called out, trying to give the report before a shudder of explosion tore through the bottom half of the lower deck. The verikast plating bent slightly, tearing minor holes throughout the walls of the bottom half of the Epitaph. It wasn't ideal, but nothing so far had been out of logical choice, something Sylok had questioned, even for himself. The mission demanded a deeper understanding, this wasn't some reckless endeavor. It was a statement.

A message to those that continued to live like the Bryn wouldn't reach them, they inevitably would.

"Through them." Vedkar finished the report for the rest of the room.
"Seconds to landing?" Yek Trell asked.
"Wait for it.." Sylok ushered the words forward, he could feel the grinding attachment at the front face of the Epitaph sliding into place beneath his feet. He had experienced it once before, Sarka.
"Wait for what?" Alkmet asked, her twisted image that of a scarred Aeravalin.

The ship eased up, the speed sending the Quilxyn floating to the very top of the ceiling of the shield room. Tiny flashes from their cores reassuring Sylok what he already knew. He could feel the crushing motion seep into the thick ground below, the pockets of holes splinting inward, destroyed from the savage plunge. Sylok's eyes widened, a large tear ripping through the plates underneath, just outside the core room. The exposure taking a few other Ashaka with it. It wasn't ideal, but the clashing impact broke their fall. The Epitaph finally wedging itself safely in the center of the city.

"That." Sylok answered her, his grey eyes looking frantically at the other end of the core. He looked to Vedkar, his mind deviating from the original plan. "Keep the others with you, use the Quilxyn. But not for the ship..." Sylok slammed his large fist on the siding from the other end of the exit. "The City.."

The large metal door lowered, the bottom end opening wide as Sylok watched thousands of Brutes jump down into the fray. It seemed where they were located, the Epitaph leaned. It gave him the opportunity to watch before diving into the hellfire that ensued. A brisk breeze of ice cold reached him, perfect conditions for an Aeravalin. He stepped forward, ready to take the dive on the surface of Sev Tok for the first time.

"Wait!" Alkmet screamed, her rushing figure reaching him before he leaped. "You'll need this, right?" The mage extended her hand, the small creature within her palm fluttering with bright light. "To protect you." Sylok's eyes shifted to the gift, his face almost cracking into a smile, but with the external teeth it was hard to tell, but Alkmet knew.

"Thank you, Alkmet." Sylok's voice fell into a monotonous drum. "Assist Vedkar, we're all relying on all of you now."

He turned back to the warzone, soft tendrils of the force lashing out to reach him. It was time. He snatched the Quilxyn from Alkmet and jumped. The whistling wind of the cold night air filtered through him, his robe whipping through it before folding inward as he landed safely on his feet. His eyes scanned the area, but in the split second he arrived in the city of Anvil, hell broke loose. The sudden explosions that came in waves above left clouds of a unnatural mist. Sylok's eyes dimmed, he looked down at his hand. It turned out the Quilxyn would be needed more than he thought. He knew the bio-weapon all too well, another plague to minimize and kill the Draelvasier over time. It would prove difficult to deal with, but those that already came under their treatment began to suffer under its effects.

Sylok ran, the threads of the force lifting to the sky, brutes already falling with carapaces missing and sinew muscle exposed. The agony he felt in the force from their pain, immeasurable. The pathogens could've easily taken out more, if not for the main forces already utilizing Quilxyn to protect them from the cold. In the weaver's case, he ran the cold invigorating him. Already outside of the influence cloud, he made haste to change his position on the battlefield.

If he was going to kill Jedi, he'd do it the smart way.

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[Tathra Khaeus]

STANDOFF
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PHASE ONE > PHASE TWO
Location: Crater exterior into battlefield
Allies: Osam | Galak | @Sethrak| @Hrajlmak'Natok| Udomek Seker | Primarch Drek'ma | Gordrak | Quoron Ver'dum | Kyrim Tenebris | Kelmor | Krarolk T'manu | Ostak Cl'mana
Enemies: Thirdas Heavenshield | Mig Gred | Aurelian Sigismund | Rurik Fel | Beltran Rarr | Laertia Io | Arctus Silmar
Axe | Gauntlet | Armour |
Forces: 1970 Juggernaut Ultras | 4 Reavers | 24 Ra'maks

Enemy fire rained down on the Epitaph and its surrounding landing zone from all sides, their forces were being slaughtered as they tried to move through the crater. He had expected as much, this fight would not be easy, the lack of a serious incline in the crater was a mercy; allowing he and the Ultra's to reach the cusp as quickly as the Concord's defenders could rush through the chaos to stop them, they met on the rim of the crater, their force nearly trippling the size of the Ultras. It was no matter.

The crimson horde at his back trampled across the broken flesh the Draeyde had left behind, clashing with the militia as they fought for control of the craters edge. The Titan lead the charge, aureate eyes staring back at the unsuspecting Concordians threw the black vapour, his Axe cutting down one after another as the Juggernaut Ultra's fought at his flanks. The first row of Ultra's dropping to their knees as they fired grenade launchers attached to their Lancers, the Draemidus Ore grenades landing among the more distant ranks of the militia with the intention of softening the strength of their lines. Explosions of volatile crystals rippled through the enemy forces sporadically as entire segments were suddenly pierced with crystals, causing massive lacerations all across their bodies and pinning them to rubble and any remaining walls.

The second row utilised short controlled bursts of molten fire, their armour and shielding allowing them to take on the brunt of their immediate attackers firepower as Tathra raised his gauntlet, proving a shield as he drained the fire of those directly ahead of them. Every breath strung, a cold sweat washing over his body as aches settled in, battling against the adrenaline, the thrill of combat the only thing keeping warm blood beating in their hearts. Reports came across the battlenet of bioweapons and droids, similar to the ones they had encountered on Sarka.

"Ultras. Switch to syphon rifles if you encounter droids or enemy vehicles."

This was not going to be an easy fight, and the Jedi had made it all the more difficult by bringing the cold. But it wouldn't stop them, it could not. Today, each warrior that survived this battle would have proven their strength, and whilst the Concord focused on destroying the Draelvasier, the strengths of the other races would shine. That knowledge spurned him onward, with every heavy step alongside his kin. But it wasn't just natives they had to contend with, particle cannon fire cracked down into the crater, throwing Juggernauts from the edges as the neutraliser droids from Sarka finally reared their heads. The Reavers moved forward; using their magnetic blasts to redirect the enemy artillery back at them, thundering cracks of magnetism rippling through the sky as their forces in the air diverted to avoid them.

The Titan blocked two blasts from one of the neutralisers new guns with his Axe, closing the distance as he struck the droids side with his gauntleted fist, crushing the metal casing of its body and the mechanism within before swiping up along its chest with the blade of the Axe; splitting it in two. Overhead, Phedrak fighters spewed out from the Epitaph, leaving the hangar bays behind, hundreds of the small creatures darting through the air. The winged Ra'mak war beasts turned their beams away from the infantry as enemy artillery and anti-air made itself known, switching to ionic fire to render the equipment inert as quickly as possible. The Phedrak fighers moved in formations of individual squadrons toward the incoming any fighters, their sporadic movement making them seem like a swarm of buzzards rather than a selection of flight-worthy crafts. A haze of fire erupting out from them in the vague direction of the enemy fighters attempting to engage against the Gunboats and Ra'maks.

With the aid of Galak's forces and Hrajlmaks rhivaks weakening the lines of the enemy forces, it allowed the Ultras to push through the edge of the crater, breaking the militia's lines entirely. Reaching the edge, a ship dropped out of hyperspace. Not Concord, nor Alliance. This was something new. Tathra knew why the ship was inside the city shield, this was no different than Sarka. With a mental command through the Mind Stone, the Reavers prepared themselves as the group of four surrounding them turned their full attention to the impending orbital bombardment; redirecting a portion of the fire throughout the city.

But it wasn't enough, the orbital fire rained down heavily on their position, Gunboats torn from the sky as others made landfall nearby enemy anti-air positions. Tathra seen the stifled eagerness in his forces, the sudden fear as something began to intermingle with the black vapour, pouring from canisters now dropping across the battlefield. Even the Ultra's were uncertain as the militia and their own were torn apart around them by the orbital fire. Tathra recognised it, the bioweapon - recognised the smell. He had never wished to revisit the sighs of Yurb again, but it seemed it had become unavoidable that one day the bioweapon would be used again. But they had prepared for this, but not all of their forces would be lucky enough to have their personal shielding active as the bioweapon began to seep across the battlefield. Those caught without their protective shielding would begin to simply degrade at the molecular level, falling apart in extreme agony as their brothers were simply forced to watch.

"Warriors, the enemy have deployed a bioweapon! Keep your personal shielding active, do not allow yourself to succumb to it." The warning was broadcast across their forces, but he feared it would be too late for many.

Tathra struck out with his Axe, a red kinetic wave of energy clearing out the remainder of the militia ahead of them, a lull in the chaos as the Silver Jedi and their allies all surged toward them. As expected. The Titan nodded, turning back to the Ultra's, shifting his Axe into his right hand. Now the real fight would begin. The Titan broadcasted to the rest of their forces even as they fought.

"Listen to me. All of you. The Concord have played their hand! Cold, bioweapons, ."

Tathra raised his bare left hand, trembling in the cold. He looked among them, he saw the same cold. Even some of the Ultra's were beginning to be effected by that abhorrent bioweapon, a cowards tool. He formed a fist, the trembling stopped. A symbol he hoped they understood.

"Now, we will play ours. Ashaka Vedkar, erect the Dome." The command was given, and the purpose of the Epitaph would be revealed.

The remaining Ashaka lead by Vedkar within the Shield Core would draw upon the power of the now rested Quilxyn as a red dome roughly half the size of the city shield would explode into existence, emanating from the Epitaph. Locking everyone and everything inside of it off from the rest of the world. Purposefully cutting them off from any assistance from the ships in atmosphere or orbit. Though as intended, anything could enter the dome at a slow enough pace, but nothing could leave. Not without destroying the Epitaph itself, the Concord and their allies would be forced to meet them on the field or die, trapped.

"This is the truth of strength, my brothers. They are trapped here with us, and now there can be no retreat. There can be nothing but victory or death. Only one army leaves this Dome! And I promise you, it will be us!" The Titan spoke with certainty, a vigorous battle cry rippling through their warriors.

This was it. It was them or us, as it always had been. This was to be their greatest and most difficult fight yet. They could throw as many bioweapons as they wanted at them, churn as much soldiers into the meat grinder as they had. But they would never, ever force the Bryn'adûl off of this planet. Today they would prove, definitively to be the superior species. It was everything he had worked toward. He could see the hordes of heat and flesh through the black. Soon enough, the fighting wouldn't end until morning.

Tathra raised both arms out at his sides, almost beckoning forth the enemy.

"Here we are. Fight us now."

 

[Osam]

Spoiler: Personal Equipment

Barad Assault Carbine
Pulverizer
Zealot's Barad Kukri
Verikast Model A Drone Armor
T120 Burner Missile Launcher - Carried by Squadmate
Sun Quaker Toxin Grenade x2

Spoiler: Combat Forces

Squad A (8) - Osam's Personal Squad

• 5 Risen Sraelvun Veterans
• 1 Risen Sraelvun Veteran Grenadier
• 1 Risen Sraelvun Marksman
• 1 Quilxyn Protector

Squad B (13) Juggernaut Support

• 9 Juggernaut Minors
• 1 Juggernaut Grenadier
• 1 Juggernaut Heavy
• 1 Juggernaut Major
• 1 Quilxyn Protector

Squad C (22) Beast Support

• 3 Shamans
• 12 Arevallicar Syphons
• 1 Quilxyn Protector
• 2 Brumaks
• 4 Rhivaks

Squad D (30) Logistics and Reserves
-20 Akhenaton Combat Engineers
-10 Vaydralen Centurion Vandal Reservists

Enemies: Cadere | Zephyr Krayt | Every Human

---

The sudden appearance of the Epitaph within the center of the city had provided the Bryn'adul forces with a significant amount of momentum, and they now exploited it to the fullest. Osam glanced across the crater at other portions of the Fist as they tore through the militia with relative ease. The rush of Rhivaks caught his attention as they trampled over all within their path, and the marauding Baedurin and their lesser cousins seemed intent on reaping a crimson harvest within mere moments of their departure from the vessel.

Yet, there were not completely without resistance. Already bands of the militia had seemingly begun to gather together alongside more well-equipped and well-trained Concord forces, and these offered retaliation wherever possible. Osam for his part continued his own advance, striking down whatever few militia and Rangers had managed to be wounded within the crater before setting out to secure one of the great flanks of the Epitaph. Under his command were ostensibly thousands of warriors, and so he directed them to join in guaranteeing the security of the starship - though, in truth, his orders to them were far more strategic than tactical.

"Akhenaton. We will require security around the Epitaph. Construct a Southern barricade here out of the scraps and wreckage of the buildings. Avoid the fighting until it is complete." He commanded, directing the construction-minded insectoids to their new task. Their immense might and the deep connection they possessed would make the work light and rapid. Nevertheless, if they were to succeed, he would need to press onward and guarantee a beachhead was established.

The hybrid regularly found himself corraled close to the Baedurin under his command, enjoying the immense warmth provided by the Quilxyn Protector attached to them. It was frigid outside of the field, and while they wouldn't instantaneously die if they left it, the effects of such treacherous weather were disastrous. In a positive way, though, it encouraged the Juggernauts to remain close to their protectors: a decision that would prove fortuitous very quickly.

A distant thundering could be heard as a series of mortars fired off their shots, and the wailing of these shells caught the attention of the hybrid. His warriors were not tightly compressed, but the damage was done. A shell detonated within the midst of his personal squad, turning a trio of his Risen-Sraelvun warriors into churned meat. The others - those who were not so affected by the chill, began to spread further as the mortars continued to fire off into the crowds of Bryn'adul soldiers. ( Beltran Rarr )

Perhaps it was a stroke of luck, though, that the shells had been launched. Osam found himself looking upward, observing the sky and catching a glimpse of heat in the process coming off of a dropship that had flown fairly close to their landing zone. A figure leaped out into the darkness below, apparently unconcerned with the difficulty of surviving such a perilous fall. He didn't see where they landed, but he supposed if the Concord forces wanted to commit suicide it was their own perogative.

"Launcher. Give it over." He commanded tersely, taking the newly created weapon from the Risen-Sraelvun who had hauled it upon his back. It was fairly substantial in weight, and he found himself bracing himself carefully as he directed the pair of barrels towards the dropship. Though he had no knowledge that another Jedi was aboard the ship in the form of Jax Thio , he did recognize an enemy airborne vehicle when he saw it. With the gentle squeeze of a trigger, and the massive recoil of launch, the pair of Burner Missiles shot into the air, locking onto the ship and soaring at exceptionally rapid speeds toward it.

Even if it fell from the sky, he was confident it wouldn't land on any of their soldiers - which meant it might land on the Concord's. A win-win scenario to be certain. The Warlord passed the hefty weapon back to his squadmate, commanding them to reload it and then to stow it for the next airship that decided to drive too close to Bryn'adul ground forces.

Meanwhile, a series of offending sniper bolts peppered their way through allied forces located nearby. A set of rangers and militia-men appearing to have established themselves in fortified positions in order to strike down at the encroaching Bryn'adul army. The Juggernauts under his command retaliated, striking at perceived positions with their heavy bullets, and soaking damage as only the mighty Baedurin were able. The darkness did little to hinder Draelvasier who saw through thermal vision anyway. "Shamans. Have the Brumaks fire at the Juggernaut's target." He commanded through his mind-stone, and a moment later the trio of Aeravalin complied. The mighty Brumaks prepared themselves, lightning flowing up through their spines as they took notice of their target. The two orbs of light and heat fired out from the pair of giant war-beasts, sizzling through the air towards the defenses of Kranak Vizsla

He felt immensely satisfied with the progress they were making with the battle. There had been fears that the chilling air would be too much for the Baedurin, but the Quilxyn were performing admirably, and the landing they had performed had seemingly negated a significant portion of the Concord's prepared defenses. Osam did not overtly underestimate his enemy, but he did believe them to be fundamentally inferior. He contemplated their relative positions in the galactic scale when the first of many detonations took place above him, sprinkling the air with ash and gassy dissipation. In conflicts before he had observed the deployment of deadly biological weapons, but it had been at least a short while since they had been sent from the air. ( Rurik Fel )

The hybrid might've been safe and secure inside of the protective field of the Quilxyn Protector were it not for the sudden detonation of another mortar shell. This one managed to strike behind a large chunk of rubble, blasting it outward with concussive force and slamming into the unprepared Warlord. He lacked the tremendous strength of his Juggernaut peers, and was promptly flung outside of the field. The Juggernauts for their part were rapidly attempting to disassemble the rubble that had thrown them around and disoriented them.

A short ways off, a squad of Sraelvun were afflicted with the first remnants of the xenophage with... disastrous results. The dust continued to fall, growing steadily closer, and the hybrid found himself trapped underneath a slab of stone too weighty to immediately dispel. He struggled against the rock with desperation, recognizing that the moment he was touched by the compound he would suffer a terrible fate.

One of the Risen finally observed the plight of the fallen Warlord and began to approach, intent on hauling the great slab off of him. He was swift in his movement, and would doubtless make it before the Xenophage had made contact. Osam's hope dissipated quickly when a series of projectiles struck him directly in the head, melting it into a primordial soup of blood and viscera and sending him sputtering to the ground as the liquid boiled and evaporated.

Unwilling to step out of their Quilxyn Protector's shield, but perfectly capable of retaliating, the squad marksmen followed the trajectory of the projectiles and promptly began to spray his own towards the unseen sniper (Zephyr Krayt) in a clear attempt at knocking his head off of his shoulders.

As the red dome began to appear above them all, Osam wondered whether the last color he saw would be crimson.

 

[Primal Architect]

HERE WE ARE. FIGHT US NOW.
​

A thunder-dome is erected, and the Bryn'adûl ready to fight for every inch of ground against overwhelming odds against the joined forces of their sworn enemies. Two opposing forces enter the dome.

One shall stand, one shall fall.

• Eyes forward, the warriors of the Bryn must fight for their lives if they are to surmount the forces of their foes.
• The walls of the Concord remain strong, their anti-air and defences must be eliminated.

 

[Laertia Io]

More of the Model 2's observed from various buildings, watching as the Epitaph erected The Massive Shield trapping everyone inside.

The Model 2's directed their militia cohorts, armed with the strange, living Bio-Blasters and disruptors, began to send their drael-penetrating fire into the hoards. Many of the Militia were directed from multiple lines to switch their rifles to their secondary, more specialized setting.

Much had been learned at Sarka. An intact Protector had been captured, ruthlessly experimented on.

The secondary setting on those blasters were a result of those efforts.

It was designed to penetrate the shields of the protectors.

Multiple Drael warriors cried out in shock as the shots were directed against crowds relying on the protectors for shielding from the cold. The blasters easily breaking down the shields after a few shots, and there was a lot of fire being poured in their direction. One line would use the secondary fire setting to damage their protector shields, while another would use the primary fire setting to shred apart their vaunted Verikast and infamously resistant flesh. They made sure to alternate, pouring fire with these deadly blasters on anything shielded by the Protectors.

Model 1's targeted the Brumak lines, singling them out for deadly missile and Disruptors attacks, combined with Stouker rifle shots aimed at their legs to knock them off Balance, though some got utterly destroyed by some of the Brumak's fire, they succeeded in getting in the first kills on the Brumak's.

That was when the Black Knight entered the field, having momentarily halted her March to the Epitaph, watching First Sister start to wreck havoc with her electric powers in the distance. She cut down a few for her new companion but asked her to stay close by to a building she was headed to.

She teleported to said building where the Model 2's were observing, directing artillery upon Rhi'vaks.

"Status?" She asked.

"The Ship seems to be eminating some sort of red shielding, likely from Protectors. Advancing forces seem able to enter but not leave. We theorize the ship must be heavily damaged or destroyed."

"I'm betting on destroyed..." Xiphos, said, watching through rangefinders as the forces of Osam set up Barricades around the Epitaph. That wouldn't do.

"Soldier!" She said to the Militia hastily about to load an Artillery Shell.

"Y-yes?" he stammered, knowing it was The Infamous Black Knight he spoke to.

"Let me see that shell..."

The militiaman relented, and the Knight took off a gauntlet momentarily, cut open her palm and began writing down magical runes she had been exposed to at the second Battle of Ziost. She wrote the runes on all the ten remaining artillery shells on that roof, then a circle of runes that she kneeled down in.

"Fire." She ordered.

They complied, beginning to send shells downrange to the dome.

Xiphos concentrated, chanting the same unnatural, power enhancing magics The Battalion, a Witch of the Brain Demon Cult had used.

The shells were teleported through the shielding, landing close to the barricades being set up, and ripping open surprised Drael who had not expected a barrage to get through. Parts of already set up barricades around the Epitaph were utterly destroyed, while a very large portion remained intact.

About thirty Model 1's took advantage of the situation, leading dozens of Militia armed with Bio-Blasters through the shields generated by the Epitaph, immediately assaulting the barricaded position. The Model 1's themselves wielding the Anti-Drael Disruptors.

They were careful to stay behind whatever concealment they could find as they advanced, though they refused to stay in one place too long, as the amount of fire being poured on them, terrible destructive weapons that ripped apart people in a bloody, messy manner had already taken some out.

But their blaster and disruptor bolts were finding their mark, tearing through Protector shields and Verikast alike to find the Drael beneath. Juggernauts started to drop unexpectedly, along with the smaller ones as the Barricades found themselves under unrelenting attack from Anti-Drael weapons, but due to the cold, the Bio-Rifles started to experience misfires. It 'was' prototype technology after all.

The Model 1's made sure to compensate for any misfires being experienced, by pouring cryo laser and Sonic Disruptor fire from onboard weapons to keep The Drael behind still intact barricades pinned to the best of their ability, but at least 007 got taken out by magnetic blasts.

Xiphos was not yet done. She had another surprise for the Drael. One that worked to great effect on Ziost.

She shouted, using the enhanced power of the magic runes to generate a powerful teleportation wave.

A number of small buildings, vehicles, debris was teleported around the Epitaph...

...and re-appeared inside the shielding, right over enemy forces close to the Epitaph itself. They began to descend, with alarming speed from a great height onto the allies of Tathra Khaeus .Some of the buildings smashed into the hull of the Epitaph...

She could do no more from here. She teleported back to First Sister and Melissa, who was savagely tearing into the Drones with athletic ferocity.

"We go to the Warlord!" She said to everyone present.

Her sword of Cinndurr ignited as she led a combination of her son's and militia towards the Epitaph and it's red shield, though not without tearing into enemy forces that tried to stop them. The Sword of Cinndurr ate through the shielding, ate through Verikast, ate through generally everything and everyone it was raised against as the Black Knight ruthlessly led the charge.

"Black Knight to all allied Forces! Concentrate all fire on the Shield dome in one spot! ALL OF IT! Forget about danger to friendlies. DO WHATEVER YOU HAVE TO TO DESTROY THAT SHIELD!"

Boldly, The Black Knight passed through the red shield, the slaughter beginning in earnest as she was in constant motion fighting side by side with her beloved Sister and new allies, and her sons, the Model 2's all armed to the teeth with Anti-Drael weapons as she began to shred her way to Tathra.

"Beltran! I'm advancing on the warship. Be prepared to crash another ship into this giant motherfether!" She said to Beltran Rarr over the comlink as massive amounts of fire began to pour on the Shield in one spot from multiple targets in the city...

 

[Crosten Feyn]

Objective 1: Defend the city

Allies: Jax Thio Aayla Shan Liedran Kathause Varn Barakis Beltran Rarr Jairdain Commander Kren Aien Mueller Mig Gred Subject 73 Red Thirdas Heavenshield

---

Crosten came to an immediate halt at the sight overhead; the ships weren’t stopping, they were heading straight for the shields. He held a combination of awe and terror at the strategy; along with the realization that the assault was about to have far sooner than anticipated. The ships shook the ground beneath on impact, causing him to stumble in place as he watched the unfolding events

Now, what good would the AA guns do if the ships themselves had just crash landed? Even if they could take out a few stragglers, by the time the guns were up and running they’d get overwhelmed by the forces deploying out. The threat was on the ground now, not in the skies – and they’d be be advancing on them shortly.

“Clone leader! Nevermind the cannons, they’re going to overrun us soon. Just....prepare for ground combat. Get to the crash site, take a battle formation between it and the city.” ” he spoke into the comms; his tone was fittingly urgent.

“Our objective?”

“What? I mean... Okay, you see all those ships crashing down? Those are bad.” Crosten continued, his tone exasperated; as if he were lecturing a small kid. What objective?! What, was he going to have to spell everything out? These were clones, not droids; he shouldn’t have to. Wasn’t that the exact motive for the first over the latter anyhow?

“Look sir; you don’t need to be condescending. I just want to be sure I’m following your orders clearly and correctly.”

“Look alright; I need you to stop the Bryn from destroying the city, that’s your objective-”

“Of course; understood.”

“Just bear with me here, I ain’t too hot at this command stuff.”

“Your words, sir.”

Of all the people to clone, did they chose some smart ass? Or were they all even like this? But before Crosten could even react, an incoming transmission from Jax interrupted him. He knew the situation was changing, and it was doing so fast.

“Two steps ahead of you; naw, maybe four or five. The clones are already headed over. And well... they’re something. I hope they’re as sharp with blasters as they are with their tongues” He made his reply to Jax. Things were going far from smoothly, but at least he had deployed them where they needed to go. He had no real command experience; really all he had been going on was basic common sense. Which, despite his reservations, had gotten him pretty far. The situation changes, and as always, he reacts. The environment of organized warfare might be entirely foreign to him, but chaos was certainly his element.

All the same; he wasn’t meant for this. But he was living in a world of things that weren’t meant to happen now.

Soon after the ships had crash landed, bombardment followed. Crosten took cover, expecting explosions and destruction, but all that came was an eerie mist over their enemy. Way to thin to be smoke or concealment, it must be some sort of weapon. One deceptively sinister, as he figured. This battle was just getting dirtier and dirtier. But who was he to complain? Far as he felt he was winging it, and there was no assistance he'd reject or disdain. Y'know, these 'ethics' can go right out the karking window. He'd seen what happened to fair fighters in bars, and it wasn't pretty. And this here was war; a beast far more ugly.

He continued on towards the battle position with haste; he noted the red dome thrown over the field, trapping them where they were. Well he wanted a fight, and he got one.

It looked like there would only be one way out now, and it gonna be at the end of their blasters.

 

[Aien Mueller]

You know those types you don't want to meet in a dark alley?​

Spoiler: LOADOUT(unless missions specific):

Armor - "Apostle" armor(all),
Weapons (team)- T-73 Handgun, Combat Knife, FTB Rocket(2 FYB Rockets each, 3 with Flame Carpet warhead)
3 Grenades (each), 2 Fire Grenadess (each)
(Snipers)- M-14 Sniper Rifle, Wrist Blaster, Carbine
(Assault)- RI-17 Assault Rifle-w-LPD53 Grenade Launcher(5 FYB 40mm grenades each), T-73 Handgun
(Heavy Weapons)- Minigun(if in the field), Defender-Automatic Weapon(if in CQC) Assault Rifle

Spoiler: FIRE TEAMS

GOLD TEAM: Azrael(Assault/Team leader), Castiel(Asault/Pathfinder)
BLUE TEAM: Sauriel(Sniper 1), Samael(Heavy Weapons), Michael(Sniper 2)
RED TEAM: Gabriel(Demo/EOD), Bartleby(Tech/Team Second)

Spoiler: TRANSPORT TEAM

PEGASUS 1, HAAT 1- Jeremiel(Pilot), Barachiel(Weapons)
PEGASUS 2, HAAT 2- Ariel(Pilot), Uriel(Weapons)
PEGASUS 3, HAAT 3(Carry-all variant)- Barachiel(Pilot)*
HAAT 4(Carry-all variant)- Uriel(Pilot)*
*When needed. Weapons Intercept officers will be assigned randomly

Spoiler: GROUND ASSAULT/INFIL/EXFIL

FIST
RONTO 1- Raguel(Driver), Selaphiel(Gunner), Jegudiel(Cover)

Spoiler: ANNUNAKI

Ship Captain/Teams Overwatch - Metotron
Ship Engineer/Tech/Teams Overwatch - Jophiel
Ship Corpsman - Raphael
Ship Pilot(s)/Gunner(s) - Chamuel, Jeremiel, Barachiel, Ariel, Uriel

ORDERS: Turn the Tide
Tag: Thirdas Heavenshield Beltran Rarr Jax Thio

The entire team watched in shock and horror as the monster that was The Epitaph just cut through The Midnight Darkest as if the Bryn vessel was an Imperial Star Destroyer and the Carrier was a Corellian Freighter. When the ship just plowed into and through the Shield, it was clear what was really about to happen.

In the Ronto! Now! Raguel! Close her up!

The shockwave from the "almost" crash landing was more than intense. It was insane. The Apostle's ride was pushed into the outer wall and against it. The systems were shut down and there was no longer any power. Selaphiel was already getting to work on that as everyone else was checking for injuries. They were lucky. That blast should have killed them all, but they were here and they were going to fight. The Rangers could take them head-on, that was their job. Omega Squad were not Rangers, they were not even Army, they were Navy Special Operators. That is probably why Rarr hates them the way he does. That was his problem and would be addressed another time. Right now? They needed to get to work.

"Gundark to Womprat."

Boss?

Taking the comm-link, Azrael keyed back.

You eat?

We're full.

I have yet to order, so...

I'll get drinks.

Putting the Comm-link back, he was satisfied with the conversation. Not even the rest of the Apostles, more formally known as "Omega Squad" really know what was about to go down, but none of them would question what they heard. They were with him regardless. The few of them who looked out the ports could see the ridiculous monstrosity that was a Bryn'a'ful ship and how it appeared to be landed without a scratch. There was shock and really just odd looks, but just more of everyone just being flabbergasted that the Intelligence Department was "doing their usual bang-up job" and not finding anything out about this thing.

Boss, we got issues.

How many of them are out there...

More to kill.

Boss, we got thousands of baddies out there.

The ship is big enough.

Raguel, Selaphiel, Jegudiel, get this thing running. Everyone else. Suppressed weapons. Drop your packs and take everything else you can, weapon-wise. If they want to bring that thing here, we're gonna make sure that can't leave.

What's the plan, boss?

That ship is gonna be stuck here.

Boom, baby!

Are we turning this into another "Ossus"? Gonna piss off Rarr?

As Bartleby asked with a grin, Azrael opened his helmet's mask. The comment made him angry, though not at any of them.

If he wants to forget what was happening on that ship? That's his problem. Wasn't one of your best friends one of the ones we apparently killed?

Yep.

Yeah, well he can pretend he's a bridge and get over himself. We're not doing anything as we did over Ossus and if we do? Well, we don't answer him. If you're with me on this, let's move, if not, stay here, your choice.

The only ones who stayed behind were the Ground assault team, and that is because they were repairing the Ronto. Silently the team moved through the destruction, firing headshots at some stray Bryn soldiers, suddenly an enormous sphere exploded into the position it was now in. The thing encompassed The Epitaph and nearly half the city and was almost stupid in the design, something that one would not believe if they were not looking right at.

What the?

Oh, of course.

Calm down, we'll find a way in.

Omega Squad slowly made their way to the edge, Michael touching the sphere as Castiel was poking his weapon into it. Oddly enough both hand and weapon were able to penetrate, but not exit. Neither of them could move in a manner that was normal, so it became obvious to the rest. If they were going to do what Azrael was planning. The only way was in. Luckily, they were doing so from behind, and there were enough places that they could drop behind or disappear into if they were found.

... yeah, we scare them.

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Inside the... sigh... THUNDER-DOME!
Facing: Tathra Khaeus
Allies this post may concern:
Beltran Rarr Aien Mueller Laertia Io Kranak Vizsla
and likely others but I'm tired and lazy
​

The red haze had come over him, as he took to carving his way through the basic Bryn infantry he couldn't bother to learn the name of. A state of being common with his people as the blood boils and instinct takes over entirely, rendering the berserker capable of shrugging off the most grievous wounds even as he's bleeding out, allowing him to keep on fighting to the very end. Such a death was deemed a sure way to enter the Golden Hall of the Allfather.

His axe struck hard with each blow, with such force that it broke through the armour of his lesser adversaries and cleft them in twain to gory effect. A taste of their own medicine, as he'd witnessed countless such massacres over his years of service. The cries of the restless dead lent their strength to his cause, empowering him. But it proved emotionally taxing, if not physically so.

One could only exist in a state of such rage for so long, until the heart could no longer muster that same conviction, causing your blows to strike less true. For Thirdas, this moment came as he faced down one the Bryn'adûl brutes in the form of a raging Brumak. He stood defiant even against this hulking mass, treating it like any other enemy until he found that his battle axe scarcely managed to pierce its stone hide, and only got lodged when it should have severed flesh clean from bone.

Left exposed due to carelessness, the Brumak gave him one swipe of its deformed arms. Connecting with his chest, he was thrown into ruined section of wall to the sound of ribs cracking on impact. As Thirdas scrambled, disregarding the pain in his chest, he found lying next to him the dying body of the Mandalorian that had disrespected him prior to this current state of chaos.

"Antarian... schutta," he wheezed as he used the last of his lifeforce to kick his weapon over to Thirdas. A modified blaster rifle, proudly carrying the sigil of his clan. It was also outfitted with an underbarrel, he noted most crucially.

The Brumak approached, assured of its victory. It picked up speed the closer it got, eager to finish off its prey. But as the lieutenant had so boldly stated on the eve of battle, today he was the predator.

As the hulking behemoth came charging in, Thirdas raised the Mandalorian rifle to line it up with the gaping jaws of the Brumak, now in mid-air and about to crush him underneath his sheer weight, if those nasty fangs did not finish him first. He had only this one chance. He had to make it count.

From the underbarrel there hurled a grenade, high-explosive, fired straight into the gob of the Brumak and subsequently detonated, ripping the beast apart from the inside. Large chunks of flesh and gooey stuff littered the surrounding area in its foulness, including the unlucky Thirdas lying against the broken piece of wall. Wiping his face, he crawled over to the Mandalorian that had effectively just saved his life.

He held him as he passed, a smile on his lifeless lips that faded shortly thereafter. He left him his weapon, placing it in his hand as he would for one of his own kind. "I will see you again, bikkja," he smirked, assured that this man was worthy of Odiir's halls, regardless of creed or beliefs.

Closing the man's eyes, Thirdas turned his attention back to the bigger picture. He was still the commander of this city's defense, and many would likely think him dead after such long radio silence. He dragged himself over to a nearby slab of concrete and hunkered down as he observed the enemy even as he sat among them.

He noted the crimson dome emitted from the same vessel the Bryn had used to breach their shield, creating a protective barrier of their own within the city, thus rendering their own shield useless. He checked his comm-link on his wrist to see whether it had survived his fall. Patchy at first, the signal appeared to hold steady still.

"All forces," he breathed heavily from excersion, "this is Heavenshield. I am ordering that our shield generator be immediately deactivated. Repeat, deactivate the shield. It is only a hinderance from this point on. I've got a clear line of sight at this... dome of theirs. I believe it's coming from within that ship. We need to take it out from-- cough cough --from within. Suggestions are greatly encouraged."

Clutching his aching chest, he used the wall to support himself as he got back on his feet.

"I'm going to challenge their leader, to buy us some time." Not exactly an easy task in his current state. "May the Force be with me. Thirdas, out."

The axe that had been lodged in the shoulder of the Brumak had been flung when the creature was torn asunder, lying in a pile of dust of debris. Reaching out with his eyes closed, the Valkyri weapon was summoned into his firm grasp. A trick he'd grown more proficient with as of late.

Staggering from exhaustion and his many wounds sustained, he re-entered the battlefield with lumbering steps.

"Bring me Tathra," he shouted once. "Bring me Tathra," he shouted twice. "BRING ME TATHRA," he shouted thrice, now annoyed that his challenge had thus far been left unanswered.

With each step, he felt himself drawn to his own doom.