Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Asteroid Destruction | Hex below Ankhypt

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Five
Objective: A
Tags: Tathra Khaeus |

They met in the Arak'mul. An orifice, a well of force energy that surged into the beast masters as across the asteroid the beasts of the Bryn'adul forces would be surged with energy, controlled by the massively powerful Primarch and his subservient underlings.

The beasts of the heretic Shamans would slowly be turned against them. The heretics would be spurned for their insult to his rule of the Shamans. All across the Asteroid ship, the minds of the tenabrak shamans would feel their control contested, and their concentration faltered.

Quickly, the Primarch focused in on the most powerful Shaman he could find; severing the bonds forged. His subservient Shamans could deal with the others whilst he attacked their leader. It would make the Bryn'adul assault much easier with their Beasts turned against them.

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

Time: 11:58:33
Location: Facility, East End.
Draelvasier Nearby: A few grunts.
Objective: B

He was drenched in it, like robust liter of red poison sickly painted along his light custom armor. He had done his duty to the fullest, regardless of what brutal truth was spat. Sylok saved the young Sraelvun, where most would chalk it up to another number in the deceased pool. Still, it earned him respect with a singled pout squad of three, including the now healthier Sraelvun. While they didn't exchange names on their way into the facility, the clear respect came when the three Srael's began to form a wall in front of Sylok, clearing each pathway before meeting any resistance. In truth, it was the first time he felt some sort of connection with his kind, even if it were from the lower half, the Sraelvun's and Sylok, were more of the same. Used and disrespected, no matter the effort, strength, or willingness to protect their cause. It was a shame, but if saving a life meant a connection could be formed with him and among his people, Sylok wouldn't think twice about it ever again. Unfortunately, this particular response was an anomaly, so rare, it almost made him squeamish. This wasn't like the Srael to be so forthcoming of an Aeravalin. The Baedurin and Aeravalin took most of the accomplishments, some rightfully so, others stripped from the subordinate Srael's that were forced to watch in false recognition. To Sylok, rank meant nothing in battle. IF you were dying, he was there. The fruits of his labor garnered appreciation for all Drael's. He felt strongly that they all mattered, but then again it was easy to have that perception when your kind looked down on you too.

Sylok hoisted himself over the counter a wide range of screens displaying loads of information. His glossy white eyes scanned the screens looking for the correct link. He was there because multiple units needed to scour for a way to prevent the traitors from using the devastating weaponry on them. Luckily, Sylok was pretty good with foreign tech, his recent months of observation and raids on other worlds had given him insight, something that was difficult for others in his stead. Sylok looked to the three Srael's, his face stern as his teeth snapped shut. He waved one over and pointed to the a small section on the screen.

"If we can get into the server room, I can probably find a way to prevent a launch all together. These camera's show a large group of resistance down that hallway." Sylok paused, turning toward the long corridor, lights blinking and showing little to no light. "We need to be smart about this, we are few."

The grunt nodded in agreement, slamming his fist to his chest and shifiting back to his comrades. Sylok cracked a evil grin filled with daggers for teeth, his counterparts were fearless.

Galak | Osam | Primarch Drek'ma | Phantrx | Tathra Khaeus | Keldothera ​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Five
Objective: A
Tags: Sylok'Vanari | Osam | Krarolk T'manu | Galak | Keldothera | Primarch Drek'ma | Phantrx |

"Its him!" One called out, the massive Titan falling from within the gap in the wall with Axe in hand, the Shaman backed up, calling on a Rhivak beside it to attack.

He drew his sword from his back as the Rhivak charged at him, bringing the weapon across his chest and towards it face - he held the blade with his palm outward, sword pointed downward; waiting as the Rhivak came close. He side-stepped as it slammed into his blade, using the momentum of its attack to spin him round, swerving with Axe in his dominant hand; cutting its front left leg in half at the joint.

The Rhivak cried out as Tathra lunged for its gut, ramming the broad side of the sword into its gut before violently tearing downward, opening its stomach and thrusting his shoulder into its side; knocking it back. He wasn't getting trampled again. The Shaman struck with the force, a weak blast of lightning redirected off of the breastplate worn by the Titan. Tathra lunged, kicking at the right leg. The force of the kick bent the leg at an impossible angle, immediately slamming the blunt of the Axe's head into the Shamans face, crushing it against the wall.

With a pained growl he pulled back as the other heretics swarmed him.

"FACE YOUR MAKER, TENABRAK FILTH!"

 

[Osam]

Post 4
Objective B

There was a moment of recognition that passed the Major's face as he turned to recognize one of the Zealots who would serve as the honor guard. It was good that he could recognize them from other operations because it meant that they carried a great deal of experience. That wasn't to say that the Aeravalin which he was now coming to believe was another Zealot wouldn't accomplish substantial work, however, but merely that he knew the probability of the older and experienced Zealot dying was far lower.

Of course, he was quickly spurned by this revelation when the Zealot chose to actually speak. Their words were vile, stating that the Sraelvun had all forgotten their place, as if though the distinctions between Risen and not were lost, and all of them belonged as slaves to their superiors. Anger boiled through his veins quickly, a trait common among their warlike kind. Yet, his fists did not ball, nor did his mouth contort into a sign of his outrage at the vulgar and oppressive statement.

Instead, Osam simply looked at the Zealot. Watched him dead in his eyes with a silent promise. There were far more Risen that this lone bigot had clearly accounted for in his statements, and Osam would make certain that each and all of them knew of this transgression. His mind flickered back to earlier times when he had orchestrated the deaths of poor and uncertain commanders either by means of enemy fire, or more direct methods. The Sraelvun were not better than their kin in many ways, but theres was a primitive sort of survival where threats would be eliminated as they came, regardless of their type.

"A good plan, Emissary. I'll strike at the top-most section because it will be easier for me to move between the levels afterwards. We'll bring these monsters to their ends." An unconscious glance was taken at Kad before he concluded with "All of them."

Galak | Phantrx

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Six
Objective: A
Tags: N/A

The first that drove at him fired with a Carbine, metal slugs bounding off of his armour; digging into his thick carapace as he caught the barrel with his sword, swinging into a low swipe - pushing away the barrel as he thrust with the Axe. The bearded blade pierced his waist, impaling him as his body jolted upright. The weapon fell from then heretics grasp as the blood drained from him. Another came from the left.

Tathra yanked back with the Axe - stepping back to keep the surge at bay as he used the backward momentum to bring the Axe back and downwards, bringing it between the swing of the heretics blade. As soon as the two connected, he lunged with his right; the sword crashing into the side of the Juggernauts head, crushing skull and flesh. More approached weapons in hand.

He released his grasp of the sword and brought his right hand into a fist, activating the compact shield on his Gauntlet as it sprung to life. The massive shield blocked the incoming shots, the rods of a Kraker thudding against his shield as the explosion knocked him back and onto the ground, spinning round on his left foot as he caught his fall with the Shield, his back turned to the ground as he swung with the Axe at his exposed back, sending out a wave of kinetic energy.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Six
Objective: A
Tags: Tathra Khaeus |

"You're a fool, Gallan. You will not withstand me, not for long." The Primarch's voice remained unphased by the putrid slime of the Beast Master Gallan filtering into his mind.

Gallan fought back, but his meagre force abilities were no match for Drek'ma's. He almost smirked, this child thought he could match him, there was a reason he was still Primarch. There was a reason Tathra was still Chieftain, they had fought for those titles, earned them through flesh and blood and skill.

Gallan was an entitled fool. The Primarch had read his files, watched his memories. He had always hungered for power beyond his reach, always been conquered by the fear of never surpassing a rank gifted to him. Never surpassing what others believed he was capable of. Well, now he had but not at all in the way he might have ever thought.

Heresy was a deathly choice.

"Your birth wright was to die. And so you shall." The Primarch attacked his mind, whilst he was a powerful Beast Master, he was also adept in telepathy, and he would crush this deviant scums mind like the weak flesh it was.

 

[Phantrx]

Post: Two
Objective: B
Tags: Osam Galak Kad Sylok'Vanari

Phantrx stood ready, Gredak had explained what the Zealots were to do, and as a singular assassin as Phantrx was, he was to protect the Grenadier squad reaching the bombs on the top level. Phantrx knew that this could possibly meant a lot killing. To the normal eye, this would seem to be a bad thing, to take ones life for a cause recklessly didn't feel good, right?

Well, to Phantrx, it was only thing his life had been molded around at this point, the only thing he was any good at, his specific skills in assassination and protection were the only thing he had ever honed in on for his whole life.

He could tell one of the Bryn in the room was curious about him, the one named Osam who had asked a few questions about Phantrx already. Phantrx narrowed his eyes towards the other Drael in the room, before getting ready to depart, he had to make sure he was there for the Grenadier squad, as without Phantrx, they had less chance of getting to those warheads. Phantrx nodded towards the other Drael, and then leapt from the vehicle in order to make his way to the top level.

He kept to the shadows, like a silent snake in the moonlight, covered and deadly, ready to go. He made his way up the levels, finally reaching a fellow Drael Sylok'Vanari . Phantrx saw the Drael turning corners, and heard the mention of enemies coming towards them in the hallway. It was action time...

Phantrx stayed hidden in the shadows, moving at a steady pace and staying on his toes, moving quietly around. Every corner was checked meticulously, from left to right, with a quick, thorough scan, before he continued on towards the enemies. Phantrx was getting confident, making every new corner quicker and quicker. He was barely checking every corner he turned until he reached one last corner.

Pause.

He heard footsteps. Loud, deep footsteps.

The battle had finally caught him up.

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

Time: 12:28:43
Location: Facility, East End.
Draelvasier Nearby: Dom'nak Tee - The Sraelvun & x2 Grunts.
Objective: B

Sylok placed his finger down onto one of the strange keys before looking up to his small group of talented Draels. Each of them well equipped to take on any action they would run into. The screen buzzed to life, but as the data began to compile, Sylok deduced there was nothing of value. Understanding other civilizations other than their own was a rare study, one of which Sylok had devoted small increments of time to. Many of his people would consider it a sin, or worse a than a form of treachery, but it wasn't to invite their false ideologies upon himself, it was to understand his enemy. Still, there was more to learn, given the rough translation he could make out on the buzzing old screen. He grinned, he too knew the evidence was in his own neglect. Worse, it seemed these traitors began to adopt other influences instead of their very own. It was despicable and had to be put to rest.

Sylok hurdled over the counter and tapped the Sraelvun on the shoulder in a acknowledgement to move. They had to reach the opposite end of the facility in order for Sylok to use his own Draevasier stone on the server room. The Srael nodded and began to slowly move forward with the other two grunts under his command. Quietly, it came.

"Dom'nak Tee." said the Sraelvun. His eyes never lifting from the end of his gun as they continued forward. Sylok hunched over, following behind careful not to make too much noise. "My name, I overheard them on the ship speak your name." The Srael lifted his arm and they came to a halt, wires swung frantically tasseling side to side. It seemed to create a dangerous eletrical field between the two walls. One of the grunts sniffed in deeply, almost as if to sense the air. Sylok stood still waiting for the next move. "I felt it only fair for you to know Sylok." The soldier paused again, carefully approaching the wires. "Since you saved my life."

Lightly, with the end of his gun Dom'nak Tee pressed the wires to the side. Creating an opening for all of them to slip through. It was darker now and loud thuds began to reverberate throughout the complex. Sylok aimed down his sights, his breath steady as the group waited for the opposition to come.

Galak | Osam | Primarch Drek'ma | Phantrx | Tathra Khaeus | Keldothera ​

 

[Phantrx]

Post: Three
Objective: B
Tags: Osam Sylok'Vanari Galak Kad

Phantrx was hoping the squadron he had just passed and looked over from the shadows was only shortly behind him. He was an assassin, and while he could take on multiple enemies, there was a full squadron here, so some help would certainly be needed. Phantrx looked up, and saw open spaces in the roof above, there were hanging wires and all sorts of mess, but he jumped up anyway. If he was to come out of this alive, he needed the element of surprise, and a squadron at his back. Phantrx quietly crawled in the space in the ceiling, trying his best to muffle his sound as he moved towards the marching squadron.

As he slowed his breathing, he deciphered his plan, he would let the squadron pass him, and drop behind them, hoping that his fellow Bryn would be able to pinch them from in front. As Phantrx carried on crawling, slower now, he made more careful stretches of his arms and legs, and watched as his enemies marched below him, just as they had passed his eyeline, he turned.

Bursting through the old ceiling panels, he released a grunt. As he fell, time slowed. This was the part where his years of training with throwables and deadly weapons came into play. Only time could tell how this would turn out. As the floor reached Phantrx quicker and quicker by the millisecond, he jabbed out his arms towards his daggers, pulling them from his sides. He hit the floor with a thud, whilst simultaneously throwing his daggers into the backs of two heads. The thud was met with the screaming of two dying enemies, as shuffles of feet could be heard. As Phantrx grit his teeth and pushed out his arms, recalling his daggers with the force, all eyes were on him.

He could only hope someone would be able to strike on the flank...

 

[Keldothera]

Objective: A
Post: Three
Tags: Osam | Krarolk T'manu | Kad | Galak | Tathra Khaeus | Phantrx |

One of the bolt rods cut into the face of a Shaman, ramming halfway through her skull as she toppled over; her Brumak blasting apart one of Kelda's men. She rose, ready to fire at the creature when it suddenly turned on the others; all around them the beasts of the rogue Shamans were turning on their masters.

No doubt the work of the Primarch.

Kelda rose to her feet, a group of Sraelvun heretics were retreating through a corridor; but she wasn't going to let them. She held down on the pressure trigger, powering up the Kraker until it was ready to fire. But she wasn't aiming at them, she was aiming ahead of them.

They were in a full retreat, and here they'd be broken. Kelda fired a few metres ahead of them, the three remaining bolts in the chamber all slamming into the wall ahead of them. The five Sraelvun turned to look at her, weapons raised.

 

[Kad]

Objective: B
Post: Two
Tags: Galak | Osam | Phantrx | Sylok'Vanari |

The sly grin faded from Gredak's face following both the rebuttal of the Emissary and of course the words of the Risen known as Osam. Gredak loaded his rifle, returning to his position on the boarding craft.

"Seems like there is more of you Risen every time I look..!" He called back, hinting at what Osam would soon know that he knew. He'd kept an eye on the Risen freak aboard the Fractured Axe. The manifests didn't lie, he'd smuggled Risen traitors on board. His smile returned as he sat down, their boarding crafts launching.

It wasn't long before they arrived. Gredak tracked not far behind his fellow Shadow, Phantrx. A newer associate, this was their first time on the same mission together. If there was a time to gain allies, it was now. Osam and his traitorous brood couldn't be taken down alone.

Phantrx was engaged with another group as he arrived, fighting a dozen or so enemy warriors. A mixture of Sraelvun and Baedurin by the looks of them, traitorous scum. Gredak opened fire with his Carbine, dropping two with headshots - shooting a third in the knees.

 

[Keldothera]

Objective: B
Post: Four
Tags: Osam | Galak | Krarolk T'manu | Kad | Tathra Khaeus | Phantrx |

Smiling, she came at them with a warriors growl; the rounds from the firsts carbine dug greedily into her breastplate, her forward momentum keeping injury at bay. She switched her grasp to the top of the Kraker, still holding the trigger as she thrust the handle into the throat of the Drone, collapsing his airway as another came at her.

Snarling, she brought the massive weapon in the way of his weapons, pushing him toward the wall as she kicked at his left leg, taking his foot out from under him - ready to slam the barrel into his skull as another tackled her. With a shriek she fell, crashing into the ground and loosing a hold on the trigger. Those things would blow in five seconds.

Five.

She thrust the blunt of her gauntlet into the face of the Srael, grasping his left arm by the wrist with her right, her left arm grasping at his back just bellow the nape of his neck; rising and thrusting her knee into his face.

 

[Osam]

Post 5
Objective B

Upon their arrival, the fiendish Risen had taken to the assault with a ravenousness more common in Sraelvun than in their supposedly superior companions. It had been a simple enough process to gain access to the highest floor of the facility, and he had utilized whatever air ducts or maintenance tunnels or simple pathways had been necessary to reach that goal. Alongside him, several Sraelvun -- many of the Risen were elsewhere assisting with different aspects of the assault, leading their own squads -- prepared for bloody conflict with members of their own kind.

This wasn't so unfamiliar. When he had been nothing more than a Srael, he had engaged in such conflict with other groups of his kind. Whether it was over scraps of food, or equipment, or any other number of material or cultural pursuits, he had fought. His particular tribe had a tendency to consume the flesh of their own kind, and it was enough to strike at least a semblance of fear in those who opposed them. No one enjoyed the prospect of being captured and torn to shreds only to be stuffed into a predator's maw.

Ahead there were other Risen -- ones who had turned away from the truth of the creed. Ones who he had helped elevate through his actions. Galak may not have blamed him for the corruption, but it seemed unlikely that these few vermin would have been able to orchestrate an escape whatsoever if they had remained Sraelvun. If they had stayed under the oppressive boot of their superior kin, then they would never have found an opportunity to slip out at all.

He didn't attempt diplomacy with them. Only singled them out as targets in hushed whispers to his squadron, and then raised his own weapon. Firepower spilled into the hallway, ripping a few unsuspecting Risen to shreds in a matter of moments, while others retreated to defensible positions and returned the favor. Drael slew Drael, the hallway filling with the blood of kin.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Seven
Objective: A
Tags: N/A

A Shaman leapt over the kinetic blast, landing and dropping into a combat roll, staff in hand as he came striking at him. The staff cracked into the side of his face, his head whiplashed back round immediately, growling as he slashed from left to right with his sword; knocking aside the staff as he kicked outward, the metal of the boots heel pushed the Shamans jaw into his face.

The tenabrak wheeled back, staggering as blood squirted out from the new holes and wounds in his face. Another came charging, a Warlock with a red polearm not too different from his own. Tathra brought the Axe's blade low and outward, side-stepping as he caught the poleaxe in the hook of his Axe, pulling him sideways with a backwards yank of his Axe - turning and thrusting the sword through his back.

Immediately side-stepping again, tearing the sword from the impaled body of the Warlock as a Glaive pierced his thigh, turning and slashing with both Axe and sword, the Juggernaut behind her essentially turned into vapour from the strike. Tathra brought his right arm upward, cutting upward and through another as he pushed forward into the crowd of approaching enemies. Hacking and slashing, he cut with precision through the crowd.

Crushing with his Axe and impaling with sword, pushing the barrel of a Kraker aside as the Axe came down, burrowing into the neck of the final Juggernaut in his way before being ripped out of its new hole, tearing the Baedurins head half off as he collapsed to the floor.

 

[Keldothera]

Objective: B
Post: Five
Tags:

Four.

Twice more until his nose was nearly inside his brain, she threw him aside as the last two came at her. One thrust a bloodied Kukri at her neck, she grasped the armed arm in both hands. Bringing it overhead and in front of herself, kicking the Sraelvun in the side of his knee, forcing him to the ground as she thrust the Kukri into the stomach of the last.

Three.

The two she'd struc with the Kraker rose once more, daggered hands clawing at her as they went for her throat. She grappled the first, bringing him into a head lock and slamming his head into the wall before breaking his neck.

Two.

The last came at her back, digging its nails into her face, slashing for her eyes through her open-faced visor. She thrust her fist up into its face repeatedly, clenching down on its right forearm.

One.

She turned on her heel for added momentum and flung the Drone toward the explosive rods. BOOM. Sraelvun everywhere.

 

[Phantrx]

Post: Four
Objective: B
Tags: Sylok'Vanari Kad

Phantrx had been on his knee looking up towards the group of enemies for what felt like ages, but suddenly, this slow in time was broken as shots fired from behind the group. Time swiftly caught itself up as the group of a dozen or so enemies split into two, where half watched the gunshots, and the other half continued watching Phantrx. He slowly, but surely pressed his fist against the ground, using it to push himself up. Both his fists clenched as he rose, jaw tightly shut with anger. The half a dozen enemies watching Phantrx roared with confidence, or was it fear? Phantrx couldn't tell, but he knew for sure that it would be fear after he dealt with them.

He outstretched his arms towards the two dead enemies that lay lifeless on the floor, in growing pools of blood. As he pulled his fingers towards the middle of his palms, the blades that had previously impaled both bodies retreated back into his hands. It was show time...

The grunts facing Phantrx started to charge, with a range of weapons in their arms. He had to think fast. His clawed feet would allow him to grip to the walls, that's why he was specialised to be an assassin. Phantrx took to the right hand side of the corridor, running as fast as he could towards his enemies. Firstly, he widened his steps away from one another, allowing him to get power in every step, until he was only a few feet away from the group. He launched off his left leg, like a piston, powerful and huge. It allowed him to grip the wall with his right when he reached it, but mid-jump, he gave one of the grunts a clawed heel to the jaw, sending it to the ground with it's teeth stuck in the upper half of it's mouth. Then, he reached the wall, and used his right leg to push off the wall in another jump, this time, he began a flip over the group of enemies, using his right arm as he was horizontal to the ground, to throw a dagger into the eye of a Shaman. It retreated to the ground in pain, as Phantrx used the force to retrieve from the eye, it ripped out slime and sludge along with parts of brain, or what was left of it anyway.

He landed again on both feet, claws gripped into the ground before he started a swift charge towards the group once more. He saw two enemies ahead of the rest, one charging before the other. Phantrx chucked a dagger into the knee of the first enemy, forcing it to the ground, before using a sharp claw on his foot to impale the throat of the creature. To make sure he could finish the job, he took the head down to the floor with him after his kick, stepping on the throat so he could focus on the next enemy coming his way.

This one took him off guard, hitting one of Phantrx's daggers out of his hand. "Gurrr" Phantrx let out with frustration, but he wasn't done yet. The dagger was falling in a circular motion, the sharp end rotating in different directions. He kicked the daggers from the hilt into the chest of one of the enemies that was far behind. The enemy fell to his knees and began pulling the dagger from it's chest. The enemy that was cloest to Phantrx had now got both of it's arms around his neck. Phantrx was in trouble, but he had got himself out of these situations before...

Phantrx focused his mind on the enemy pulling the dagger from it's chest. He needed to time this well. He used both arms to relieve the pressure around his neck from the enemy grabbing Phantrx. The grunt took one final tug to pull the dagger from it's chest, and Phantrx used this chance. Phantrx used the force to accelerate the momentum of the dagger, pulling the dagger towards Phantrx. With a grit of his teeth, Phantrx used all of his strength to pull the grunt man-handling him over his back, flipping him headfirst into the ground and in front of him. The dagger sliced into the back of the enemy, jamming itself into the grunt's spine, before the grunt fell onto his back, forcing the dagger further in.

Phantrx was safe, only two more to go...

 

[Galak]

Objective: B
Post: Three
Tags: Osam | Kad |

They pushed into the facility. Osam and his risen moved with the Zealots to secure the warheads. The Juggernauts moved separately, the newly armed and revised force of Brutes now turned Juggernauts cut through the asteroid facility like a swath. Their new carbines and Kraker weaponry surpassed their older equipment, and the tenabrak scum would learn that the hard way.

Another one down, Risen Srael, Shamans and all sorts of creatures in their way. The environment was not suited well for the use of a Phalanx, they went low equipment - mobile. The quicker the rebellion forces were crushed, the quicker they could secure and destroy the warheads.

How did a rogue group find a strand of the infection? Were the Bryn'adûl science divisions still trying to perfect it behind closed doors - he was an Emissary. He should know these things, he would have to have words with the Chieftain and the Ish'makra regarding this.

"This is Galak,update me Pavium."

"We've taken corridors twelve through sixteen."

"We're cornering them. Set up Phalanx positions, wait for my signal and we'll cut them off."

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Seven
Objective: A
Tags: Tathra Khaeus | Keldothera | Galak |

Using the accumulative power of the four Beast Masters at his side, he enveloped himself in a sphere of pure force energy, glowing white like a marble orb as chains of plasmatic energy cut into the ground; forming a wall of light as Drek'ma honed in on Gallan's mind, finding his location.

In a flash of blinding light, the Primarch summoned a gateway in the meditation sphere Gallan had secluded himself within aboard the bridge. When he parted from the interior of the Divine Brutality, the Primarch stood in front of Gallan as shock filled the Beast Masters eyes.

"You have wrought this upon yourself." The Primarch hissed, angrily as he shot forward his Staff, a white blast of lightning exploding from the orb at its centre, the velocity of the blast shattering the glass meditation sphere as Gallan rose to his feet only to be thrown back, crashing through the other side of the meditation sphere, clattering to the floor on his back; shards of glass digging into his robes.

Gallan outstretched his hand, his Staff zooming across into his open palm. A force enchantment calling it to him as he fired back at the Primarch.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Eight
Objective: A
Tags: N/A


Lightning lurched out, scorching his right shoulder as a Warlock stood his ground as the remainder began their retreat. With a pained groan, he raised his sword into the way of the lightning - blocking the violet current of energy and plasma. His dominant hand reared back with Axe in hand as he was rushed by two Zealots. The first was a Baedurin, carrying a Kukri in both hands as he darted behind Tathra, slashing at his hand - forcing him to drop his Axe.

The second came then, sliding across the ground as he kicked with force augmented might into the back of the Titan's left leg, forcing him onto his knee. Tathra brought his sword against the Kukri, forcing the Zealots arms into his chest as he brought his gauntlet across the Kukri's handle, releasing his sword into the left hand, slashing at the second Zealot as he rose, his right hand fighting for hold of the Kukri as he rammed it into the Zealot, threw his throat and into his skull.

It was then that the Warlock attacked again, lightning striking at Tathra's back and left arm, he activated his compact shield - using the blunt of it to knock the last Zealot on his back before turning to block the lightning, using his momentary respite to aim and throw his sword. The weapon cut the Warlock nearly in half, slashing clean through his abdomen as he crumpled onto the floor in a ever largening pool of his own blood.

The Zealot rose, grasping Tathra's shield for leverage to strike, he immediately retracted it - rising to his feet as he blocked two proceeding punches, blocking the second with an inward shift of his gauntlet, allowing him to retaliate within the length of his opponents strike; backhanding the Zealot with his right hand before grasping the Zealot own with his left, pulling him back in as he reeled from the first strike as he now struck twice at the Zealots face before grasping the back of his head and forcing it to collide with his knee, then against the wall - with a final kick splattering his skull all across it.

"Weak."

 

[Keldothera]

Objective: B
Post: Six
Tags:

When Kelda turned, picking up another Carbine dropped by one of the fallen Drones she immediately opened fire, blasting back into the heretics as they darted around in disarray. It seemed as though her forces had took advantage of her forward push, breaking their line.

In a mere matter of minutes they were finishing off their wounded. Easily done, tenabraks had no courage, had no skill. They fell as easily as they'd turned against Tathra, as easily as they'd betrayed them all.

All that was left was their leadership, and it seemed the Primarch had a handle on that. They secured corridor to corridor, eventually finding Tathra; surrounded by heretic bodies. At least thirty corpses laid almost obliterated around the large corridor he'd boarded.

"You possess incredible skill, Chieftain Khaeus." She spoke, bowing to her superior. It had been an honor to fight alongside him in these past months.