Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Charred Sins of Chiron

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Three
Using: Axe
Obj: P&P
Tag: Ostak Cl'mana |

The two halves of the gunship dug into the mud, slowing to a sudden halt. Tathra looked back over his shoulder, the gunship's piloted half had landed on the leg of a Zealot Shadow - truth be told, Tathra hadn't even noticed that Zealots were deployed to the field; but then again that was the whole point of a Shadow, to never truly be witnessed.

Without as much as a word, Tathra placed the Axe on his back and moved to lift the cockpit - taking a moment as he trudged in the mud to think of where best to grasp it. With the deployment doors broke off, it was fairly easy to grasp the exterior of the gunships doorframe, taking his left paw to the underside of the cockpit as he shifted his stance to lift it.

His ears heard it before he saw it, rustling in the cockpit as the butt of a pistol shattered the glass; the sidearm pointed at his face with less than a split second to move. He released his grasp on the Gunship, his right arm swinging down and grasping the sidearm and the hand holding it in his hand, pushing it aside as he yanked forward - pulling the pilot into the glass with enough force to break a few bones.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 4
Objective: Face the remnants
Tags: N/A

Sethrak made quick work of the few remaining Sith. Now it was just him, and the one with a laser-sword. The Sith moved first, taking a slice at Sethrak's torso from his left. Holding the khukri in his right, Sethrak couldn't block the strike. Instead he sidestepped. The Sith was obviously enhancing his movement with The Force, as he struck again at Sethrak, this time from the right. It had only been a split second since the first attack.

This time the strike was on Sethrak's right. He raised the Khukri, blocking the horizontal attack. While Drael were much stronger than humans, this Sith was very fit. Beyond that, the speed and strength were enhanced with The Force, thus Sethrak nearly dropped his guard when the swords collided. He was forced to take a step back, now fighting the defensive battle. That wasn't a good position to be in.

Hoping to reverse this trend Sethrak punched the Sith with his left fist. It connected but the Sith didn't stop. The next moment was a book to Sethrak's left ribs. Wincing in pain he stood his ground like an old tree, rooted in the ground. With the Sith's leg up Sethrak shoved him down with as much power as he could muster. The unbalanced Sith fell accordingly, slamming his head on the ground. Sethrak then lifted his sword to finish the man.

But this wasn't over. The Sith thrust both hands at the Warlock, sending him falling back. He'd used The Force, as they always do. Now both combatants sat on their backs inside the burning building.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Predator and Prey/Fleet Battle
Post: Four
Tags: Galak

He sighed, seemingly having failed to get the intended reaction from Galak - close but enough. But the conversation was a necessary one, Tathra had told him of the heresy that had taken place at Kreeta. It had been a long time coming, the Seers had foretold of these critical events but none had expected it in the fashion it came.

“What are you asking me, Galak?” He spoke abruptly, turning around to the Primarch.

They were glad, glad to see the Titan rise again but they had all been affected by what had happened at Nar Kreeta. The absence of the Chieftain had affected them all.

“Speak plainly so that I may also.” He wanted Galak to be honest.

No fear was required here.

 

[Galak]

Post: Four
Objective: Speak and be Heard
Tag: Primarch Drek'ma |

He wasn't surprised at the Primarch's spite, he had earned the scolding. But it was hard to talk about these things, hard to want to know the ugly side of his hero. He couldn't deny that, if there was such a thing for a Drael. Ankhypt had proven it to him, Tathra was his idol - his hero.

But he still had to speak up. Nar Kreeta had also taught him of his duty.

“I am asking what happened, where were the rest of his forces? Why did he need to be retrieved from the crash site?” Galak walked closer to the Primarch. His blood seething, primal instincts of challenge rising inside of him. But he knew that wasn't why Drek'ma was talking like that.

He knew there was a reason, Drek'ma was a master of dissection. He always drew out the truth, always fought hardest when it was an internal issue.

“Secrets, they eat away at us. Cast doubt. Now is the time for unity, not the opposite.” He did not wish for doubt, he wanted to know that Tathra was of competent mind and body - he wanted to know their species wassafe.

“I know he’s hiding something. I need to know what.”

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Four
Using: Axe
Obj: P&P
Tag: Ostak Cl'mana

"Titan!" The shadow called out, opening fire with a Pulveriser toward an unseen adversary.

Side-stepping into a turn, using the side of the cockpit to pull himself around; Tathra had missed a painful slash to his head by a few seconds. The Sith landed, blade grazing the side of the gunship cockpit as the Titan found himself gripping hard onto the halve of the gunship. It was a dozen tons give or take, easy enough.

With one arm, Tathra flung the cockpit several metres forward - crushing the Sith and sending the cockpit crashing through the mud once more. The Zealot Shadow was free, pulled up off of his feet by the Titan moments later. The pilot struggled out of the cockpit, falling on his back in the muddied grass. No doubt disorientated and injured, dragging a broken leg with him as he groaned in pain.

No doubt he felt such fear as he tried to get himself upright, the thudding and quaking strides of the Chieftain toward him no doubt vibrating through the ground. Each step growing deeper and more violent as he got closer, Tathra reached down with his right hand; clenching on the pilots head and raising him into the air.

The pilot managed off a single shot, glancing off of the Titan's breastplate as he assumed a throwing stance, pulling the pilot back with his right before thrusting forward - crushing his head against the side of the wrecked gunship.

 

[Osam]

Post 5
Fleet Battle

The bulkhead which had blocked their entrance into the bridge did not dramatically unhinge itself as a result of the explosive device. Nor did it appear to disintegrate from the mixture of immense thermal and kinetic energy being brought forward by the device. No pieces of it blew out like shrapnel, stark evidence of shattering into miniature pieces. Instead, the bulkhead merely wavered in its integrity, folding into its own center from the concussive force. It was difficult to ascertain whether it would fall a moment later, or whether they would need to apply additional force... but as a long few seconds steadily approached a minute, it became clear that the bulkhead had managed to stand true.

But surviving their first blow against it had weakened it so severely, had damaged its integrity to the point that it wavered now on the cusp of annihilation, and if the galactic onslaught of the Bryn'adul had taught the galaxy anything, it was that they would not be stopped by a mere roadblock in progress. Hefting their carbines towards the bulkhead, the Major gave the command to fire, and round after round of vicious projectile slammed against the bridge doorway, each one adding to the degradation until finally with a wicked groan it popped open and swung wide, cleaved in half by the rampage of rounds.

Stepping into the confines of the room, they discovered a mess of officers and technicians, each one still doing their best to operate the vessel - though, there was a great deal of focus being given to combatant operations as opposed to ensuring that the frigate did not tumble directly into the planet's atmosphere and impact heavily with its crust. Osam did not recognize the method by which they controlled the vessel, nor was he an adept helmsman by any metric - all of the creatures utilized by the Bryn'adul were alive for the most part, and he was no Shaman.

"Don't shoot." He commanded, and then with a vicious shriek, he drew the attention of the human flock before him.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: Five
Obj: Survive

Sethrak was the first to rise, the Sith just moments behind him. Moments were all that Sethrak needed as he slashed out at the rising Sith. The blow connected with the man's chest, opening a long diagonal wound from one shoulder to his waist. The Sith howled out, retreating in a panic. His retreat would be his doom as he walked into a fire. He changed directions again, moving to Sethrak's right, this time more panicked than before.

This gave the Warlock the initiative as he thrust the sword at the Sith, again connecting with his chest. This time it went through about half way as the Sith made no effort to move. He had accepted defeat. Sethrak sensed the danger in this as he quickly pulled his sword back. A defeated foe could be more dangerous than before. Sure enough the man made one last effort, making a grabbing motion at the ceiling he reached out with The Force, pulling it down on Sethrak's head.

With milliseconds to react Sethrak avoided the rubble, but it would cost him. He was trapped. The steps were on the other side of the new rubble and fire.

Sethrak would need to find another way out or risk a terrible death....

 

[Ostak Cl'mana]

POST: III
OBJECTIVE: B (Predator and Prey), deliver combat reports to Tathra
LOCATION: M'gaelak Siege Tower, Gunboat Deployment Bay 02
EQUIPMENT: Ceremonial Shaman robes, Barad Assault Carbine (144 rounds)
TAGS: Tathra Khaeus

The sound of a large object crashing into the ground attracted Ostak's attention.
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He rushed forwards towards the origin of noise, descending down the small hill on which he stood. A trail of smoke led him to a pile of rubble in which the sounds of small-arms fire could be heard. Suddenly, such noises were broken up by the cleave of a large blade. One more shot rang out, and then a sound resembling the shattering of a large fruit temporarily obscured all other noises. Afterwards, there was relative silence, until a large figure emerged from the wreckage that Ostak instantly recognized.

The Chieftain rose up with his back to the Shaman, a headless humanoid corpse behind him. As expected of the supreme leader of the Bryn'adul, his combat performance was peerless, and no mere Sith grunt could challenge him. Across fourteen systems, the Chieftain had continued to distinguish himself as a warrior without equal, providing an exceptional example for the species even in this current, relatively minor suppression campaign. It was easy to forget his earlier blunders, which he had compensated for numerous times over.

"Greetings, Chieftain." called Ostak as he closed the distance between the two. "If I would have the honor, I would like to share our current combat report with you. If necessary, we can talk as we hunt."

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[Keldothera]

Objective: Fleet Battle
Tags: Ver'kad Inuk | Primarch Drek'ma
Location: Boarding enemy destroyer

Kelda continued to lead her forces through the ship, carrying the Brumak Charges to the correct locations as a group of Sith troopers came flanking 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 ran right into them, the explosion killing a few as it allowed her to get closer.

"Time to burn, Sith." The General growled.

Close quarters was her only choice, she couldn’t risk a firefight whilst the Artificers set up the Charges. She came at them with a warriors focus and determination. The rounds from the firsts blaster scorched her armour, her forward momentum keeping injury at bay.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Predator and Prey/Fleet Battle
Post: Five
Tags: Galak

There it was, finally revealed. It had taken long enough but he valued honesty. Honesty was what kept them united, and those of lower ranks should hold no secrets to those that stand above them. This was the way of the Draelvasier - he had never doubted Galak, but he knew his faults.

“If he didn’t tell you, I’m not sure I should." That would no doubt frustrate Galak, but it was the truth of the matter.

Though of course, he would try his best to explain. The Emissary was owed that much.

“Whilst unity is required, so is diligence. So is trust, you must trust that the Titan himself will tell you if you truly need to know. Wait for the celebrations to come, let his mind settle." It has been some time since it was given the opportunity, but the same could be said for all of them.

“Perhaps then, he will reveal to you what it is that you seek to uncover.” All Drek'ma could offer were hypotheticals.

 

[Keldothera]

Objective: Fleet Battle
Tags: Ver'kad Inuk | Primarch Drek'ma
Location: Boarding enemy destroyer

She switched her grasp to the top of the Kraker, still holding the trigger as she thrust the handle into the throat of the Sith, 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 losing a hold on the rifle. She thrust the blunt of her gauntlet into the face of the Sith, grasping his left arm by the wrist with her right, her left arm grasping at his back just below the nape of his neck; rising and thrusting her knee into his face.

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

Objective: B, Slaughter the remaining apprentices.
Location: Eastern Forest, Surface of Chiron
Tags: N/A
Post # 1

In failure there were consequences, for the world of Chiron it was the Draelvasier. It was the worst possible outcome from the expansion of the superior creatures. Underneath the heels of the Bryn's power, the Sith and their students had been on the verge of being completely decimated. Almost wiped out, wasn't enough for the titan, Tathra Khaeus . His orders were clear and concise, find them and expunge their existence from the planet. It was a significant order, one that many thought leaned on the paranoid side. After all, they had most of the planet in shambles. They ruined what was once on Chiron in service to the Sith. They killed master after master, only to have few capable at putting up a fight on the run. What was there more to do?

In truth, Sylok understood the order. They too had been submerged in defeat before. Even Sylok almost died at the hands of an inferior metal shell cased weakling. A coward in a steel cage of devices and inadequate strength. It was shameful, but at the end of the day, he lived. He knew if those that opposed them remained, another opportunity for death could become reality.

So, Sylok ran. The heavy breaths and snorts escaping him as he continued the chase. The victims of his power running into the safety of the staggering trees. He cared little for their attempt and the sound of humming flooded the area as more Draelvasier screeched and roared from the challenge of the hunt. The high pitch whine told Sylok one thing. Another Sith with a lightsaber was close. He stopped, the sound eliminated in seconds. Were they toying with him? After killing both their masters, did they really think they could kill him?

Sylok sneered, his eyes darting back to a new hum. The attack coming from the trees behind him. The leaves almost hiding the heated plasma before puncturing through and toward him. It was a decent attempt, but the young Sith missed as Sylok pivoted to the side. Sylok's eyes widened with excitement and his palm turned upright. A shockwave of pure energy funneled through the threads of his power. It knocked the Sithling over, the crimson blade retracting.

"Do you really think you have a chance!?" Sylok felt embarassed, there was no respect in his ability to decimate them. "Your bones will make a fantastic memory of the kill!" Sylok screamed, the rough edges of his voice coming fully to the forefront of his tone.

Sylok lunged his right arm forward, gripping the Sith by the neck. His grip tightened. Another hum woke to life and a vibrant yellow blade flew through the air. The spiral ring of death aiming for his outstretched arm. With quickness, Sylok released. His arm mere inches from the lightsaber throw. He jumped backwards, his eyes fixated on both the Sith apprentices before him.

"Very well." Sylok spoke under his breath. "I'll remind you both what it means to face a Weaver of the Ashaka." ​

 

[Sethrak]

Post: Six
Objective: Don't become Bryn Bacon.

The heat was unbearable already. It had been getting worse and worse, but now with the Warlock being pushed into a small area the heat was trapped, just as he was. Aerevalin could resist cold, not heat, and the effects were showing in full force now. He felt weak, he could hardly breathe, and his flesh was tender and sensitive. Every touch felt like a million small stabs into his skin. He saw no way out.

It was at the last few moments of his consciousness that he heard the building begin to collapse, or so he thought. He couldn't see but he felt his body move, and the floor disappeared. The heat only got worse and then suddenly he felt cool. He assumed the worse. He thought his mind was being affected, or his nerves had been damaged by the fire. But then things got better, the sky stopped moving and turned to a darker, cooler red than the bright red of flames in his infrared vision.

Within minutes his sight returned and the feelings began to ease off. He was sore, tender, but alive. He slowly sat up with a groan, the feelings of sickness and weakness making a quick comeback before fading again. "Easy sir, you need rest." a deep Drael voice said softly. Sethrak turned toward it where he saw the Baedurin that had been in his squad.

Soon he realized that the Baedurin had rescued him from the building. The Drael's near-immunity to fire and heat as well as immense strength allowed him to move the debris and carry the young Warlock to safety. Thanks to this Baedurin, Sethrak had escaped death and thus would see their victory today.

Sethrak weakly asked the Baedurin one thing, "What's your name, Baedurin?" The Drael responded "Thurid." The Warlock would assure the Baedurin's valor was known by his superiors. It was all he could do for now. Perhaps one day he would be able to promote troops, but until then a referral was his best reward.

He took a deep breath. At least there would be a "then", thanks to Thurid.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Five
Using: Axe
Obj: P&P
Tag: Ostak Cl'mana |

The body collapsed at his side. Obliterated, essentially. But just because this area was clear did not mean the battle was over. All across Chiron, there were more Sith to be hunted down and eliminated. The war, won. But carelessness still cost lives. Before he could return to the side of the wounded Shadow - Tathra was joined by the Shaman Overseer; Ostak.

It was with a nod that the Titan responded to the Shamans greeting, rolling his right shoulder - resetting it after that throw of the cockpit. He was old, but still strong, but old meant he couldn't just do whatever he liked quite like he used to. But then again, when one got older they learned better how to utilise their strengths. But before the Overseer could get to talking Tathra was barking orders at the various leaders - using his gauntlet to speak across the battlenet, eyes on the Overseer - a nod in response to his request.

"Ashaka, medical aid for the Shadow. Commander, I want your Savages to encircle the next few kilometres of ground we've located Sith in, entrap them and we will catch them all. And reinforce the War Beasts with the recouped Phedraks." It was in those moments that the ancient Drael felt most himself, directing the campaign across a planet.

His gauntlet fell to his wayside; watching as the Shadow was carried past in a stretcher by the Ashaka.

"Thank you, Chieftain..." His only response was a nod, before once again turning back to Ostak.

"Report."

 

[Ver'kad Inuk]

Post: Two
Tags: Keldothera | Primarch Drek'ma
Objective: Fleet Battle

The battle continued as the Debauchers appeared over their chosen vessels, General Keldothera's forces had moved inside of the most dangerous enemy vessels, leaving the rest to be mopped up by the forces of the Artificers and Ver'kad. It was only now with this practice on the Sith that he finally felt comfortable in the boots he wore, the title he held as Fleetmaster.

The red beam of the Divine Brutality exploded out from its maw into another enemy ship, tearing it in half with its incredibly powerful beam. The Conquesters on its flank opening fire with their newly implanted and diverse weaponry, shield weakening missiles and such utilising incendiary radesh oil allowing ballista fire to penetrate the ships much easier.

Upon command of the Chieftain, their rehoused Phedrak Fighters were ejected toward the planet; the remaining orbital defences were far too scattered and preoccupied with the attack force to make any difference. Thousands of Phedrak flew into the skies, in orbit and the planet below.

 

[Ostak Cl'mana]

POST: III
OBJECTIVE: B (Predator and Prey), deliver combat reports to Tathra
LOCATION: M'gaelak Siege Tower, Gunboat Deployment Bay 02
EQUIPMENT: Ceremonial Shaman robes, Barad Assault Carbine (144 rounds)
TAGS: Tathra Khaeus

With the order received, Ostak pulled out his command stone and began to recite the combat reports.
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"Overall, our advance has exceeded expectations. The remaining enemy are a far cry from their initial strength, desperately resorting to hit-and-run tactics and guerilla warfare to compensate for our superior numbers and firepower. Still, many of their commanders have perished in battle, and the combat effectiveness of the Sith force continues to decline. As we speak, many of the remaining Sith Force-users are being hunted down and eliminated by Zealot and Weaver units without any difficulty. Today, we have had less than three hundred casualties in the ground and space combined compared to over ten thousand of the Sith wretches slain."

Ostak took a deep breath, and then continued.

"In space, it is a similar story. The Divine Brutality continues to lead the force that annihilates the scattered Sith fleet, and our Phredraks have established unshakable air superiority in the upper atmosphere. Our Fleetmasters and Shipmasters remain alive and strong, and our coordination is far greater than that of their shattered units."

"Today is a good day for the Draelvasier. Let us continue our hunt together and do our part for the Great Crusade."

Ostak withdrew his command stone back into the pocket of his robes and placed his carbine in his right hand, but otherwise remained still as he awaited his Chieftain's orders.

 

[Keldothera]

Objective: Fleet Battle
Tags: Ver'kad Inuk | Primarch Drek'ma
Location: Boarding enemy destroyer

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 Sith in the side of his knee.

The sheer force of the blow taking him to the ground as she thrust the Kukri into the stomach of the last. The two she'd struck with the Kraker rose once more, coming at parallel angles with vibrodaggers in hand from their belts, coming for her throat.

She grappled the first, bringing him into a head lock and slamming his head into the wall before breaking his neck. The last came at her back, a vibro-dagger for her throat as he thrust her back into the corridor wall, crushing the Sith troopers windpipe as he fell onto the ground.

“General! The charges are set and ready!” Called one of the Artificers.

 

[Galak]

Post: Five
Objective: Speak and be Heard
Tag: Primarch Drek'ma |

The Primarch was right of course, Galak sighed - chest sinking in as his shoulders gave. He didn't want to argue and fourteen systems later he needed a rest. The Siege Towers continued to fire toward the Sith fleets, destroying them in unison with the Artificer fleets above. The Bryn were strong, stronger now than ever.

But that didn't change Galak's feelings on the matter, but they both knew that.

"I know, Primarch. I just worry." Galak explained, but he knew Drek'ma already knew how he felt.

"But we need to be cautious. None of us are above reproach, including Tathra. That's exactly why this all happened in the first place."

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Six
Using: Axe
Obj: P&P
Tag: Ostak Cl'mana |

Ostak's summary was long but concise, they had done well. So very well, better than he could have hoped. But when the Jedi opened his mind, Tathra knew the Galaxy would be his. It was the destiny of the Draelvasier, his destiny to made this Galaxy stronger than ever before. That meant horrors had to occur, species had to face genocide. Sacrifices had to be made for the glory of strength - strength above all. Tathra placed the Axe on his back, taking a strange amulet from the underside of one of his armoured plates - the strange bobble glowed dully as he thought on the force, and he felt his strained muscles heal.

The Titan placed it back into his armour, turning to Ostak as he finished his report.

"Good work." He spoke, he may have thought to say something else but he trailed off as he watched a swarm of Phedrak surround and destroy a Sith Gunship, the Ra'maks going over the surface of the planet; turning trees and Sith deserters into slag.

"Right this moment as we stand here, Yurb; the planet I failed to take. Its surface is burning to glass, the Lervon's agonising screams are nothing but steam. That is our victory, Ostak. And equally it is the price of it. Understand this and you will understand the Bryn'adûl." Tathra spoke half-hushed, sure that only Ostak could hear him.

But he was too deep in his own thoughts to be any less cryptic. They continued onward, a rush of new Gunboats landed at their side as Heldrak Dropships landed around the edge of the forest the Sith forces were hiding in. Thousands of Savage Drones charging into the forest, Rhivaks at their back.

"The Super-Construct has begun production on the other side of the planet, this world will be ours soon."

 

[Keldothera]

Objective: Fleet Battle
Tags: Ver'kad Inuk | Primarch Drek'ma
Location: Blow it all up!

Keldothera nodded to her troops, taking the Carbine from her back as she checked the rifle; first spike in the chamber. It was time for them to leave, easy enough - same way they came. But first she needed to check in with their teams on the other ships. She activated her long-range communication unit, using the battlenet to connect her units communication channels.

"This is General Keldothera, Charge is planted. Extraction primed, sync?" Keldothera waited a moment as dozens of Juggernaut Captains replied, a chorus of affirmations.

It certainly was time to move.

"Fleetmaster, the Charges are set. Team are extracting now!" Kelda lowered her hand back onto the underside of the Carbine.

"Extraction, same way!" She called out, their forces filtering out as they escorted the Artificer engineers away from the Charge.

The Juggernauts led the sprint, trampling the corpses of the Sith as they made their way back to the Debaucher. Keldothera alongside two of her Juggernaut Majors held adjacent lines of sight, waiting for the others to extract first.

"Move it, Drone maggots!"