Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Charred Sins of Chiron

[Primarch Drek'ma]

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

No matter what it always seemed as though the Baedurin's heart was in the right place, the Primarch couldn't help but grin somewhat. It was a good thing to see, but Drek'ma also respected his views. Caution was not heretical, it was the way of the Draelvasier. It was consequence and accountability, one of their most sacred tenants.

"You are a good Drael, Galak." Drek'ma admitted his respect, he would not hide it.

"One of the best, perhaps. I understand why you are one of the Hand, you are equal parts warriors as you are leader and a Drael of integrity." Drek'ma couldn't show him the sincerity of his eyes, his helm covered them from the outside.

"Don't ever lose that spark." He truly hoped he wouldn't.

Tathra was still their undisputed leader, there was no doubt in his heart of that. But given time he would slowly age, he was already in his elder years. That would only increase with time and eventually, a Chieftain would succeed him. Drek'ma hoped it was a Drael of Galak's stature.

 

[Osam]

Post 6

The vessel's war leader made themselves known to the boarders, shouting commands and words to their kindred even as the bridge was lost to his control. Draelvasier spread throughout the confines of the starship's brain, violently nudging aside any stray crewmembers who lingered along the edges, gradually driving them towards the center of the room. When the officer went for the hold-out blaster strapped to his side, he was instantly relieved of command, the unity of his order annihilated with the unity of his physical form.

Seeing the barrel of their leader's firearm send forward a lethal shot, several of the other Drones began to lower their own weapons, prepared to eliminate the scourge from before their eyes, but the shriek of the Major brought them back to attention. Confusion swelled in their simple minds at why they weren't actively murdering the inhabitants of the cabin, but the hybrid didn't have the time necessary to explain their entire predicament and still manage to guarantee an effective response to the consistently tilting frigate.

"Move them to their controls. Look for ones like the engines." He commanded, watching as the Sraelvun snapped to fulfill his commands - they were far better at obeying than at critical thought after all. Gradually, the ensigns and crewmembers were returned to their stations, pressed forcefully into their chairs as the Risen Major took control of the frigate through so many heretical proxies.

"Make them turn us from the planet. At all costs. This ship must turn." That would be a difficult thought to convey, but he had an idea that the crew wanted to die as much as he did... they would learn to obey the Draelvasier, or they'd be destroyed.

 

[Ostak Cl'mana]

POST: IV
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

"Indeed it will." replied Ostak, confident in the outcome of the final battle.
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"Speaking as an Overseer," continued Ostak, careful to maintain the same lowered voice as the Chieftain. "I would like to applaud you for your recent performance on the battlefield. The conquest of fourteen new systems led by your own honorable self has restored a great deal of confidence in your leadership ability, preventing the Overseer Council from dealing with the logistics of having to launch a new Inquisition. Already, we have Enforcers scouting out locations for new Vemnak Oversight Centers in the conquered territory, and maintaining loyalty should not be an issue. All that is left is to continue our unrelenting advance, so we may keep our great strength focused on outside powers rather than caving in on itself."

Ostak thought back to the last Conclave held several days ago. Within the great chamber on Xaeldrask, nearly fifty Overseers had met to discuss the largest Overseer recruitment drive in the history of the Tachael-Vemnak. With fourteen new Overseer slots, several hours of the Conclave had been taken up by resident Overseers determining new candidates for the conquered territory. Yet despite the turmoil and debate over the selection, there was an air of pride in the room. For such a significant addition to be made to the Council's ranks illustrated a great conquest led by an individual capable of uniting the species to perform major feats of military prowess. Not one Overseer had an ill word to say of the Chieftain, even Ostak and some of the more senior "ultraconservative" Overseers. The Titan had compensated for one count of weakness with ten counts of strength, and ensured the faith of his subjects for years to come.

"It seems as if things are coming to an end. Let us continue our hunt."

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

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

Hearing the praise of an Overseer was a good sign, but the personable enthusiasm of Ostak gave him a better indication of the feelings of the Vemnak. Progression was the path forward and as long as he laid the foundations, the vested trust in him would remain strong. Or so he hoped, this was his destiny as much as it was theirs.

"Thank you." He responded in turn as Ostak applauded him, but the Overseer continued.

The Tachael-Vemnak was a nearly entirely autonomous group within the Draelvasier society, they knew their duty. The idea of an inquisition to find a new Chieftain was not a prospect he was delighted at the thought of, but as they continued walking - he was aware of one thing. By either the sword, arrow or the passage of time he would die. There would be those that came after him, he just hoped they lived up to his expectations.

The Vemnak had plans, but so did he. But for now, they would finish the Sith on this planet. They had them cornered, it was only a mattered of hours before the planet was fully theirs just like all the others.

"No, let us finish it."