Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Decimation of Jablim

[Quoron Ver'dum]

Objective: Warfare
Post: Three
Tag: Tathra Khaeus

Quoron moved to flank again, working in parallel to the Vandals, blasts of green plasma cut down from above in the cities higher towers. One of his fellow Vandals, shot down. The Vaydralen rolled down through the rubble to his feet.

He couldn't move, less so get a good angle on the snipers. A ripple of red energy cut above them, turning one of the floors the snipers were firing from into a flaming ball of fire. Quoron placed the automatic shotgun at his side, switching to his Carbine.

Logic refuted what had happened, there had been no reports of their own forces that high up. He expected a third party to be involved. But no, rather to his surprise is was someone he recognised from silhouette alone. Their leader, the Chieftain.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Elite Forces
Post: Six
Tags: Sethrak | Carask Uduun | Primarch Drek'ma |

Galak pulled the Commando into his underarm, crushing his windpipe as he fired with the Bryn Shot into the cover of the remaining two. One flee'd as the other would crushed by the remainder of the debris, the building crumbling on top of him.

The last thing they saw was the pop of the visor, the cyan sheened metal exploding out across the ground as the pressure on the helmet and subsequently the Commando's skull reached a boiling point. A scream echoed, muffled by the debris.

The Warlord crushed the next of the last underarm, charging the last blasting at his chest with his blaster.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Elite Forces
Post: Five
Tags: Tathra Khaeus | Quoron Ver'dum | Carask Uduun

Yet, fate deemed it necessary to provide him a distraction in the form of the mighty Titan - attacking some of the snipers in the building directly to the left of them. The explosion sent parts of their floor scattering across the rooftop as Tathra leapt across to engage the survivors.

He had provided a distraction, and himself as a target. The Primarch lashed out, curls of life draining energy striking into the backs of the closest two. Their organs and blood blowing with black poisoning liquid inside of them as the Primarch violently tore the life from their bodies.

"Tathra!"

 

[Carask Uduun]

Objective: Elite Forces
Post #3
Tags: Primarch Drek'ma | Galak |
Tathra Khaeus


Carask turned to the last of the Commando squad. After a brief frozen moment the lone soldier turned and fled. In a culture that prided itself on strength, retreat from single combat was a most disgusting offense. A rage grew in the Baedurin witnessing this act of cowardice. Carask was reminded of the inferiority this galaxy allowed, why this planet needed to be purged and reborn in the name of the Bryn'adul.

Blind hatred now fueling the hulking Juggernaut he chased the Commando into the upper levels. The raging monstrosity obliterated every obstacle in his path, continuously gaining ground on his target. Nothing could stand between Carask and his desire to punish this being for robbing his honor, until a well placed sniper bolt caught him full in the face. Stunned and thrown off his feet Carask cursed himself for running into an ambush like this. It only fueled his need to kill this Commando, as if every breathe his opponent took was a mockery to the Draelvasier.

The Commando had taken cover, making use the brief reprieve the sniper offered. Carask was just about to make his leap when a red energy tore through the upper levels, aimed where the enemy sniper fire was coming from. Buildings collapsed around Carask as he was forced to jump in the opposite direction to avoid the falling debris.

It took a strained effort for the Juggernaut to get back on his feet. Through the scorching pain on his face and body Carask readied himself for one more assault, only to find his opponent buried under a new layer of catastrophe. Whatever resistance awaiting here was utterly decimated by the arrival of the most formidable of the Draelvasier, including his Chieftain. Carask ignored his own injuries, compelled by bloodlust and duty to rejoin the fight alongside others of the Bryn'adul.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Warfare
Post: Five
Tag: Primarch Drek'ma

The strike had made purchase, sniper bodies either clung to the fire or were thrown from the explosion on the floor out into the open terase. Tathra turned to his left, observing the building at his side, deciding what looked sturdy enough to allow him to climb. Fans, vents and stairways all more often than not gave away when he attempted to traverse them.

Whilst it was possible, he didn't enjoy climbing through the wall with his fingers dug into the bricks. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted movement amid the flames, flickering through his vision modes. Survivors, one trying to remove the weight of debris from another. No time for climbing now, he had to cross the buildings.

Make sure they were all dead before he moved onto the next. Tathra took several steps back, analysing the distance between his side of the high-rise buildings and the other, placing the Axe onto his back as he prepared to jump. Breaking into a sprint, the ground splintered beneath his feet as he charged across the rooftop.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 3
Obj: Elite Troops

He leapt onto the back of a beast, then jumped off it, into a window, tackling one of the elites that had been firing down on Sethrak's troops moments before. Using his bare hands he clawed out the man's throat, then like an animal, without standing up, he lept forward and grabbed the legs of another commando. The impact knocked the soldier down and snapped her neck. Now he was standing. He looked around, this floor was clear but the floor below had more troops.

He sprinted down to that floor, slicing through the troops there. This process was repeated multiple times before he had cleared the building. But he was just getting started.....

 

[Quoron Ver'dum]

Objective: Warfare
Post: Three
Tag: Carask Uduun | Sethrak | Tathra Khaeus

The one who had defeated their warriors during the duel. Unsurprisingly, cutting through the Concord's remnant forces like it had no real effort. The display distracted him, a trooper launched onto his back with vibrodagger in hand.

Quoron immediately relinquished the hold of his Crippler, knowing it wouldn't be of much use up close. The soldier hadn't gotten the drop on him, he couldn't even utilise the bayonette this close.

The vandal dropped into a combat roll, throwing the soldier from his back onto the ground beneath his now knelt position as he activated the two hidden blades in either arm, thrusting both down into the chest of the soldier as another rushed toward him.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Elite Forces
Post: Six
Tags: Tathra Khaeus | Carask Uduun | Sethrak

Hot ash burned in his side, the spread of buckshot from a slugthrower churning his thigh into hot boiling mud as his concentration was broken. He only managed to properly syphon the life from one of the two Commando's he attacked, the other falling to the ground in a weakened state.

Drek'ma teleported in an instant, using the physical momentum of his sped-up shift of movement to sidestep beyond the corpse of the fallen commando, throwing the body at the remaining four standing.

The other lying on his back that had survived, opened fire at him with their sidearm. The Primarch raised his hand, blocking the blaster bolts with the imbued cloth of his glove. Dre'ma closed the distance as Tathra engaged against three of the four.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Elite Forces>Warfare
Post: Seven
Tags: Sethrak | Primarch Drek'ma

The heat of the blaster fire was closer to a tingle as Galak closed the distance between he and the Commando, crashing his entire body into the Commando; a human sized dent forming in the wall as he opened fire up close with his Bryn shot.

He fired singular shot into the chest to take him from his feet, the commando crashing onto his back in the rubble. Raising the Bryn shot above his head, Galak stared with a wide eyed expression at the Commando.

Galak roared, plunging the maul attached to the rifle deep into the chest. Broke snapped as the serrated edge of the maul cut through the damaged pectoral armour. He placed his foot on the man's chest, ripping the weapon from the Commando's chest.

 

[Quoron Ver'dum]

Objective: Warfare
Post: Four
Tag: Sethrak | Carask Uduun

The second had a vibrosword in hand, his swing came from right to left with the intent to slice open the Vanda's throat. Quoron tried to rise, but the small distance between them meant that any effort he made was almost futile.

The strike landed, a crackle of yellow energy and broken glyph hexagons flickering around him as it was blunted by his shield, that would've hurt a lot more otherwise. Quuron used his agility to dart low.

He stabbed the soldier with his right blade in the liver, slashing across his side as he used the man's own body as an anchor. He maneuvered around him, stabbing the left blade into the back of his throat.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Elite Forces
Post: Seven
Tags: Tathra Khaeus | Carask Uduun | Sethrak

It left Drek'ma with one standing and one on the ground. He lashed out with lightning at the standing Commando, white tendrils arcing from the pearl-helm of the staff as the soldier screamed in agonising pain.

The commando on the ground pushed to his feet, half tackling the Primarch as he drove the sidearm into his wound, pain shot through the primarch as he dropped his staff; overpowering the commando as he staggered backward.

He used his now free hands to remove the Commando's sidearm, hand grasping round his throat as lightning curled through his body.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Elite Forces>Warfare
Post: Eight
Tags: Sethrak | Primarch Drek'ma

At least now they could focus on the battle at hand. Galak looked ahead, placing the Bryn Shot on his back as he took his Carbine back into hand. The battle had continued on without him, and they were winning.

Tearing apart what remained of the Silver Jedi defences, and the local populace. They would be exterminated like all the rest, today they showed the other species of the Bryn'adûl what the weakling scum looked like.

 

[Carask Uduun]

Objective: Elite Forces
Post #4
Tags: Quoron Ver'dum | Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Sethrak | Tathra Khaeus

Destruction rained down on Carask. Concord defenses were thrown from the rooftops along with huge chunks of debris. The sniper that had once threatened to end his campaign flew helpless before meeting the unforgiving duracrete below. Those that weren't killed by the impact met Carask's spiked club.
A short distance away a Commando had managed to survive the fall and was slowly recovering. Carask picked up one the nearby casualties and threw it at the them. The cadaver acted as both weapon and shield absorbing the few blaster bolts aimed in Carask's direction before barreling into the Commando. Carask jumped on top of them, pinning the lifeless body to the struggling Commando and the ground. With the spiked club in his right hand the Baedurin mercilessly beat into the pile beneath him.
A fresh haze of rage overcame him as he was reminded of the kill that was taken from him. The Commando was dead after the second strike but Carask continued his Maerd-Ka until he stood over an unrecognizable mound of gore. More of the Bryn'adul forces were storming through now, driving out civilian and soldier alike.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Warfare
Post: Six
Tag: Primarch Drek'ma

Leaping several metres into the air before crashing down through the crumbling remains of the floors exterior, flames curling round his shoulders as his gauntleted hand came between himself and the sniper, firing at him as he blocked the two shots managed with his palm.

The Titan swiped from his left, taking the barrel of the sniper rifle into the grasp of his left and ripping it from the soldiers had as he struck with his right fist. The human flew back, body like a projectile through the air before landing in a crumple. His visor, filled with the blood of his crushed head as Tathra noted the sniper still trapped under the debris. He applied pressure, crushing him as his attention was called to his side.

The Primarch, engaged against commandoes firing at him now. Tathra raised his gauntlet, blocking the fire as he took the Axe from his back, held close in his left hand. Tathra moved through the rubble, kicking it out of his path as he moved to engage three of the remaining Commandos.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Warfare
Post: Nine
Tags: Carask Uduun |

Galak jogged through the rear of the battlefield, attempting to catch up with the others as he moved through the destruction left behind. Ashaka tended to their wounded whilst others restocked on munitions.

Just nearby one of their recently set up medical tents, he spotted a group of rather lethargic looking Juggernaut minors sitting without carbines in hand. The Warlord stopped, staring over at them from the other side of the road.

As soon as one noticed, he slammed the shoulder of his nearest. The group froze in place, they knew what they were doing. Galak made his way over to them, cleaning some of the blood from his shoulder as he did.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Elite Forces
Post: Eight
Tags: Tathra Khaeus

The lightning was enough to stun the Commando before Drek'ma threw him across the rooftop, he was aware of the adaptability of Commando units. He spotted the exposed hidden blade as the Commando shifted upright. He was stunned, dazed and disorientated.

Drek'ma closed the gap, he couldn't lose that advantage. Drek'ma picked up his Stave once more, striking the side of the Commando's knee as he attempted to rise, causing him to fall again.

The Primarch pressed the helm of his staff into the Commando's chest, curling blades of white light encircling hiis chest and arms as they crawled out from the Staff. The energy drained him, screaming as the life fled from his body.

 

[Quoron Ver'dum]

Objective: Warfare
Post: Five
Tag: Sethrak | Carask Uduun

The wheezing was hard on the ears, blood squirting out from the neck wound as the man gasped for air, incapable of words. In that moment of vulnerability he almost felt some pity for the man.

The vaydralen lowered him gently, nearly cradling the man's head as he bled out. What a horrible way to die, choking on your own blood. A necessary sacrifice, a necessary horror to save the Galaxy.

Or so that was what they had been taught by the Draelvasier. Their fathers, their masters. The same that fought like armoured tanks, annihilating everything in their path. He only hoped the Vaydralen, Akhenaton and Ungulloi would rise to such heights alongside their new brothers.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Warfare
Post: Ten
Tags: Carask Uduun |

"Warlord, we w-"

Galak's eye held the one that spoke, a deathly stare that silenced him. He wasn't angry, so much as disappointed. Their kin were out there, dying whilst they sat and conversed, drank and filled their bellies. A disgrace.

"The last of you to the front, will start tomorrow as a Drone Commander rather than a Juggernaut." This was no joke, not a jest.

It was clear they knew as much as they scrambled to their feet. They fell in behind the Warlord as he began a hard jog toward the battlefield.

 

[Carask Uduun]

Objective: Elite Forces>Warfare
Post #5
Tags :
Quoron Ver'dum | Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Sethrak | Tathra Khaeus

The Bryn'adul were now over running the city of Choal. Those who had hid from the fight were now being flushed out by the savage drone hordes. Meager defenses were shattered by spike and blade, civilians were slain in droves as they attempted to flee the fallen city. It was their own fault, allowing others to fight their battles. Carask could never understand how such weak ideologies prospered. He smashed his way through to the frontline where Galak was leading a squad of fellow Juggernauts.

Wielding only his Crusher mace Carask was eager to prove his worth amongst his Baedurin brethren. He charged past to the front, spiked rounds soared over him, a few even bit into his exposed shoulder. Carask no longer felt pain or exhaustion only pride with each kill. His violent religion fully displayed in a bloody rage.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Warfare
Post: Seven
Tag: Primarch Drek'ma

Tathra darted forward, striking the first of the three Commandoes with his right gauntlet. The soldier was flung back between the other two as the Titan swung low from left to right, cocking his wrist inward as he brought the blade of the Axe upward, the shaft on the inside of his arm as he struck to disarm the two Commandos.

Striking at the torso of the two and knocking the weapon from the first the closest to his left side, taking the right hand and rifle from the second further right, the man screamed as he grasped at his stump, blood oozing from the wound. The closest to his left rushed his side as Tathra released the Axe into his right hand.

His left reached out and grasping the face of the Commando, raising him into the air as the Titan slowly applied pressure with his thumb and index finger. The third, the one he'd knocked over rushed at his right side, no doubt expecting Tathra's right side to be open.

He came close, thrusting to stab with a dagger as Tathra released the grasp of the Axe, crushing the Commando's head in his left as he stopped the other Commando with his right. Grasping him by the arm, Tathra flung him from the building to fall down below. The last remained, bleeding out on the edge of the building. Tathra called the Axe back to him, thrusting the blade down into the soldiers chest. A quicker death was a mercy.