Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Crumbling Walls of Wobani

[Primal Architect]

The Bryn'adûl | Crumbling Walls of Wobani
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The Bryn’adul move on the Bryx sector, a fleet of ships led by the Shipmaster Meldera savagely crippling the defensive fleet above the planet. The native population now trapped by a blockade has only one choice, to fight alongside the Concord remnant forces or to die cowering like so many others in the night of Wobani.

The capital city of Tarrabani has high walls, no doubt the ignorant fools believe they can hide behind them. But today they will be proven how very wrong they are.

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Objective: Tarrabani
The capital city of Wobani, Tarrabani falls under attack as burrower dropships descend upon the planet, wrecking havoc across the city and killing thousands. Defeat the concord remnant that remains within Tarrabani and render the population of Wobani extinct.

Objective: Jedi Generals
A total of four Jedi Generals remain on Wobani, ready to defend Tarrabani. They command from its high walls, cut the head off of the Brumak and the body will die. Find them, eliminate them.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Jedi Generals
Post: One

The feeorin Jedi cleaved through the Drone, duel wielding a mace and a singular saber as he fought against the tide of Bryn'adûl forces. It always seemed as though the Jedi left their best behind, dying pointlessly on unimportant worlds. Asad reality, but one that often allowed for isolated confrontations.

Tathra had always enjoyed confrontations. The Axe slashed through the soldier directly in front of him, spinning with the shift of his wrist. The soldier looked around, almost confused or in shock for a split moment as out from his halves the blood started to spit, then it spewed uncontrollably as he man unfolded into many parts, splashing across the floor.

The next strike, a two-handed blow as a violent shockwave erupted - striking at the flank of a group of overwhelmed militia as they crashed against their own defences. The feeorin Jedi General turned, yellow saber directed toward the Titan even with some fifty metres between them. Tathra grinned, satisfied with getting the General's attention. His own troops filtered their fire to avoid him now, they knew he was the Chieftain's pick of the lot.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

POST: I
OBJECTIVE: Jedi Generals
LOCATION: Wobani, Tarrabani
EQUIPMENT: In Signature
UNITS: Zealot Elite Squad
ALLIES IN OBJECTIVE: TBD

Under the darkness of the night, a Shard streaked into Wobani’s upper atmosphere.​

Inside the swift transport was a Zealot Elite Squad led by Zealot Commander Krarolk T’manu. It was only his second mission as a Commander, and he knew his experience was still unremarkable. He was a fresh leader, made out of mere necessity. The horrible entity he had fought on Sev Tok had given him a fresh reminder of his faults and limitations, the guilt of retreat still hanging heavy over him.

Today, he swore not to fail again.

If he were to live up to the reputation of his deceased Commander, then he would have to continue her many successes. Tossing aside the possibility of the entity continuing its hunt for him, Krarolk’s attention returned to his current objective. The squad was assigned to eliminate one of four key generals manning the walls of Tarrabani, ensuring that the organization the opposition collapsed without a hitch.

All three Zealots were tossed backwards as the Shard slammed deep into the aforementioned walls.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: One
Objective: Tarrabani

The Primarch stood in a secluded spot atop the walls of Tarrabani. His eyes drew shut as the wind crashed against him, the kama of his cuirass flowing in the wind. But his mind was elsewhere, his focus solely directed toward the thousands of Draeyde.

Their hive bombers landed all across the battlefield and city of Tarrabani. The flesh creature's guts began to spasm, skin breaking as the Draeyde began to break free. Drek’ma could feel it, that fear of the dark, of the unknown.

It wasn’t an irrational fear, creatures indeed did hide in the depths of the dark. The Draeyde burst from the hive-bombers unleashing their suffocating airborne ink, spreading throughout the city.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Tarrbani
Post: One

Tarrabani was uglier than the other Capitals within the Concord remnant space. From planet to planet, they’d fought the remaining forces through plenty of Capitals. But the Silver Jedi had the ugliest architecture of them all.

Galak would be happy to see a Burrower crash through the centre of the capital and wipe it out in an instant. But unfortunately, Tarrabani had its high walls to hide behind. So it was just like it was at Sarka, dropping in via Burrower into the heart of the city with an army of ninety-thousand at his back.

The Warlord looked throughout the infantry bay, his warriors waited anxiously, all ready for the next fight. The Burrower came to a stop, rumbling through the earth as its deployment bays slid open, Gunboats and Phedrak fighters spewing out from within as the infantry bays began to deploy.

 

[Quoron Ver'dum]

Objective: Tarrabani
Post: One

The Gunboat landed on the wall, taking heavy fire as they descended. The defenders of Tarrabani didn't want them on their walls, or anywhere on Wobani. Wobani was another world that needed taken, vital to security within the Bryn'adûl push into what he called the mid-rim.

When they were given the debriefing, he and the other Captains looked among each other quizzically. They still had so much to learn about the greater Galaxy. Mid, outter, inner, exterior rims, deep space.

None of that terminology meant anything to him or his kin. From what he understood, it was like tactical markers on a map, describing the terrain of the Galaxy. An interesting prospect, hard to imagine given its immense vastness.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

POST: II
OBJECTIVE: Jedi Generals
LOCATION: Wobani, Tarrabani
EQUIPMENT: In Signature
UNITS: Zealot Elite Squad
ALLIES IN OBJECTIVE: Tathra Khaeus

As the ruined Shard came to a halt within the walls, the squad prepared to depart.​

The docking ramp remained functional, sparing the trio the energy of tearing a hole in the hull. They rushed out silently, their objective burnt firmly in their head. No overviews would be necessary.

The Zealot Elite Squad’s shard was buried perhaps ten meters into the wall, exposing a long and thin hallway likely spanning the entire length of the interior. Soldiers immediately rushed into the hallway from higher and lower floors, rushing like insects to eliminate the new threat. However many of them there were, the Zealot Elites would cut them all down.

Surely enough, the soldiers they faced were little more than fodder, sentinels complacent behind an illusion of safety and superiority. A fitting metaphor for all the Jedi grunts. Each of the Elites racked up nearly twenty kills until they finally found a staircase leading to the upper levels, where the infinitely more entertaining generals were said to command from.

The trio emerged on the ramparts of the vast wall, tossing a sentinel to her death as they infiltrated enemy lines. The night was a blessing, as the darkness minimized the attention given to the Elites by the sentinels lining the wall. Still, it was far from a perfect infiltration, and several dozen more soldiers were engaged. Just as Krarolk marked his fortieth kill, a cry from Abvor caught his attention.

“There’s a general up ahead!”

Surely enough, several dozen meters in front of the Elites was a well-built Wookie, a large green blade of light in his hands, soldiers swarming outwards from where he stood.

 

[Osam]

Post 1 – Objective A


Regardless of how many planets and systems the Bryn’adul advanced on, there was always a sense of unpreparedness associated with the planetary defense forces, and whatever armed services had deemed to appear. The warmongering members of the Crusade would nearly always observe the presence of fleeing evacuation shuttles and corvettes attempting to run from the system.

Why was it, considered Osam from the troop bays of a falling burrower, did the Concord forces never attempt to evacuate the worlds before they had arrived? Why did the locals always hold firm to their beliefs that they would somehow manage to prevent the assault on their world when so many others had already fallen in the past. Had the deaths of countless billions not been ample evidence that they would not be so easily halted?

Tarrabani hid behind its walls, aware of the deluge that would come to destroy them, but completely unwilling to abandon whatever dainty constructions its people had made throughout their millennia of colonization. They would pay for this pride with their lives.

The Warlord readied his weapon, and his forces behind him did the same.​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Jedi Generals
Post: Two

The two large warriors stared across the distance between them. Tathra felt his fingers itch, ready to battle the Jedi with saber and mace as the Titan began to dart toward him. The feeorin Jedi equalled his enthusiasm, charging toward him as the force empowered the blue aliens strength.

The earth shortened between as the General leapt across the distance, pirouetting through the air as he struck with his mace toward the centre of Tathra's Axe. Tathra brought his right foot backward, and his left forward as he blocked the strike of the Mace with the shaft of the Axe, using the Mace's head against itself, pushing it down and away as Tathra thrust with his left arm.

The Jedi General struck outward for the Titan's neck with his blue saber, darting back to create space as Tathra pulled back before again moving closer. He held the Axe held to his left, hands clasped around the mid-length of the Axe for quick strikes. Tathra bound forth, outstretching his left arm to bring the upper-length of the Axe forward.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Tarrbani
Post: Two

Ahead of them, the Concord’s remaining forces waited. All they could do was stare back at the Juggernauts and the Drones standing beyond their reach, in that moment he didn’t hate them so much, they were just on the opposite side of the playing field.

But they weren’t alone, slowly, Ashaka Sorcerers worked the minds of those watching the carnage, fear and incompetence trickled into their minds. The battle meditation would break some before the initial engagement began. All the Warlord and his forces had to do was break their line and push them back, working in cohesion with the deployments of the other Burrowers. Herding them like sheep.

The Ashaka remained on the edges of the battlefield, waiting to heal the wounded whilst they kept the strong standing. Galak turned to his Majors, giving them a nod. They in turn motioned with hand gestures to the individual Juggernaut squads. They were ready.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Two
Objective: Tarrabani

Windows were smashed as thousands of black winged demons burst into the homes, apartments and military facilities of the planet No place was safe, soldiers and civilians alike were torn apart, flesh torn from bones as the screams of the ignorant were cut short by the efficiency of the Draeyde.

The Draeyde moved in packs of five hundred, held close together like black tendrils stretching in every direction as they tore through the bottom and upper levels of the city. Beneath that, the forces of the Burrowers converged on the enemy forces below.

They fought through the enemy trenches, fighting to crush the Concord remnant. Drek'ma could feel the living and dead as the corpse piles grew larger and larger. He could feel the power of the Warlord, and the other individuals fighting across the battlefield.

 

[Quoron Ver'dum]

Objective: Tarrabani
Post: Two

The Gunboat's deployment doors opened as the force of Vandals leapt from the interior. The ground's details becoming more apparent as they drew close, a chalk-like texture to the ground beneath his hooved feet as he landed, Syphon rifle in handle.

He had become acquainted with the weapon after an excursion near Caerdar. Bandits, unawares of the recent introduction of the Bryn'adûl dominance of the planet. Quoron switched his rifle to the disruptor setting as he fired straight for the back of the soldier.

The blast created a small hole through the back lungs, his armour and flesh evaporated and falling into ash inside his own body as the trooper gasped for air before falling to the ground, helpless dying. Blaster fire darted around them.

 

[Osam]

Post 2 – Objective A

The Burrower made contact with the ground with enough force to jolt the mighty warriors within its hold. It called to mind the tremendous force with which they had torn apart a starship during the battle of Sev Tok. Having felt such terrible turbulence in the past, it was difficult to believe that anything short of falling directly out of orbit without any kind of shock absorption would ever be able to top it.

Doors opened, and light spilled into the confines of the dropship as the Bryn’adul warriors launched themselves into a fervent assault. Osam followed the Juggernauts out, observing as they made mince-meat of a few unlucky militiamen who had managed to be caught unaware of their presence. The presence of crimson underneath his feet was enough indication of why they had been so unprepared.

With a shriek, the Warlord directed his carbine toward a hostile encampment, just inside of the city’s walls, and the troops under his command obediently sped toward it.​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Jedi Generals
Post: Three

Tathra struck down across the Jedi's right shoulder - aiming for his abdomen. The General blocked with his Mace, equally kinetic momentum but not strength as he struggled to maintain his block. The Titan pushed forward with the lower end of the Axe, striking for the Jedi General's knee as the Jedi blocked with his saber before retreating again.

The Titan followed through, pushing the Mace low before striking from right to left for the Jedi General's stomach. The Axe was angled as to catch the saber and create some vulnerability in the Feeorin's defence. The blunt of the Axe's head collided with the lightsaber's blade, allowing Tathra to simply twist, hooking the blade.

Tathra pushed down, in the motion of bringing the Axe lower, his left was now inside the Jedi's defence loosened. His dominant hand struck out before the Jedi could counter with his Mace. The crimson fist slammed into the Jedi's chest, tearing through his robed clothing as the Feeorin staggered back, stomach crushed as blood forced its way up through his throat, spewing out violently.

 

[Tsud'Ul'aigh]

Objective: Tarrabani

Part 1

He sniffed the air. Fire. He reached out, hearing the sound of Tarrabani... Screams. Screams and warcries. The bestial warrior takes a deep breath as he puts on the reinforced helmet. His armor covered by several battle trophies, as well as bones of the many monsters he killed in his exile. It had been so long. Too long. For ten years he was slaying beasts and monsterous foes in the feral world he was forsaken in his exile. A school, to his eyes. Every day, he remembered himself craving the day he shall return to carry the glory of the Bryn'adul once more. He remembered the thrill of the battle, facing the foes as you charge the enemy lines, under a sky of cannonfire and blazing lazerbeams. The life he was promised. Now, years later, it was finally time to collect what was due. Finally... war... War for the Bryn... War for Tsud...

"TO BATTLE, WAR-KIN!!" he shouts as he waves the twin maces, as he jumps over the shuttle along with the troops landing at the doorsteps of Tarrabani... "BRAAAACE, FILTH-KIN! FUR TSUD DA MIGHTY HAS COME!"

Mindlessly, he charges against the issuing battle, reaching fast the frontlines; His home. Bludgeoning one after the other the foes that dare walk in his path. Didn't have to be warriors. As he rushed through the streets, he kicked down the door of the nearest building he sees. One of the houses. As the warriors of the Bryn spread carnage across the land, he too dives into the greatest of pillage.

"NAAAAAAW!!!!!!! NO, PLEASEE!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHWWWWW!!!!" The cries of horror and pain shake the very building before a splattering blast of blood dyes the glass of the window. Mere seconds later, the body of the young woman is bludgeoned against the glass, cracking it, right before she is thrown from it, to crush down at the streets, several meters under. Inside the second floor, Tsud weaved his blood-soaked maces, while parts of his victims' tissue was still attached, caught within the spiked edge. "Dis is no fight for Tsud...! Wheres the challenge!!!???"

He screamed in his anger, as andrenaline caused his blood to pump ever faster through his veins. He would soon rush down, running across the blood-flowing streets, as he seeks for the next victim. Looting was pointless to him. He was a savage. Born of war; Moulded to spread the thrill of carnage, as he paints whole worlds red for the Bryn. He rushes forth. He goes to the walls. Craving, for further carnage. His revenge. His retribution. SO LONG had it been, the dishonour of his exile. All that crossed his mind was now the way to change such dirt from his name: FIGHT. KILL. BURN.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Three
Objective: Tarrabani

Somewhere in the dense of the battlefield, he could feel the Chieftain fighting against one of the Jedi Generals. Without their leadership, soon the remnant would be crushed. Acolytes of the Order of Ashaka worded to empower all of their forces.

Even he could feel it. It was a beautiful thing, to feel the powerful spirit of the Bryn'adûl war machine embodied in all of them. Drek’ma equally felt the great loss of life as the Draeyde wiped Tarrabani clean of its civilian population, the stench of blood filling every street.

Drek’ma lingered on the edge of the Tarrabani walls, weighing himself against his Stave as he felt the ripples of air, billowing against his body. The work of the Draeyde continued. Moving through Tarrabani with such vicious relentlessness.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Tarrbani
Post: Three

Triad in hand, Galak pushed forward as the Gunboats began to rain down molten plasma on the troopers, allowing the Juggernauts and Drones to close the gap. Savage Drones moved on all sixes, charging across the battlefield like the meat for the grinder that they were.

Once close enough, Galak opened fire, dropping two of the Concord men immediately as the Drones and Juggernauts quickly joined him. They began to utilise the destroyed buildings as cover, a few of their Drones were put down by the plasma-weaponry and slugthrowers used by the remnant.

The blasts were near harmless against Galak’s armour, and the same could be said for the rest of the Juggernauts entering the field of combat.He led the charge, smashing through their barricades as its marble frame as artillery fire rained down around them, Juggernaut and Drones entering the slaughtering foray as well.

 

[Osam]

Post 3 – Objective A

While Osam had expected that the encampment might be some manner of rallying point for the defenders of Wobani, he was surprised to discover that it held remarkably few combat-capable soldiers. That was not to say that it was an abandoned set of structures and fabricated buildings, or even that it was primarily under the occupation of civilians.

No, they were combatants. Human and alien alike stood side by side, medical personnel maneuvering between each of them quickly as they set about the process of attempting to save their miserable lives. A few of them had sustained only superficial wounds as a result of falling shrapnel, or else as a result of being nicked by their weapons.

Others were far less capable – struggling to remain alive even as surgeons and doctoral staff did all that they could to apply bacta and kolto to the stumps of their limbs, to sew closed tremendous wounds in rapid succession. They were so preoccupied with their operations that they didn’t even notice when the Warlord began to approach along with a squad of Risen-Sraelvun. At least, not until the first of a series of carbine shots caught their attention.​

 

[Quoron Ver'dum]

Objective: Tarrabani
Post: Three

Their shields flickering as the Vandals fought back and forth with the immediate defenders atop the walls. The heat burned all their cobalt armours orange, everything tinted in the shades of fire in the strange night sky.

More Gunboats landed, delivering further aid to their forces. This time, it wasn't just Vandals. Juggernauts and Drones. The Juggernauts, the muscle of their army whilst the drones were the supposed fodder.

Ungulloi soldiers darted beneath their feet, blasting apart the feet of the enemy as they waddled round the edges of Juggernauts, careful not to be trampled. Turret fire turned soldiers standing into puddles of flesh in the blink of an eye.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Tarrbani
Post: Four

The sound of artillery fire rang through his ears, the Concord were throwing sonic grenades at the Drones. It seemed to be confusing them, hurting them. Galak dropped to one knee, tightening his control of the Triad recoil as he dropped two grenade-throwers as soon as they pushed from cover.

The other Burrowers forces were pushing in now, if they crushed these lines - they’d have the city. The Juggernauts of the tenth used their superior strength and speed to push against the enemy waves, to push back the Concord remnant.

So many died so quickly, Drones and Concord soldiers littering the battlefield. Galak and his Juggernauts took cover in one of their own trenches as their Gunboats opened fire with turret fire from above, staying on the move to dodge the fire of their cannons.