Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Dominion of Er'stacia

[Primal Architect]

The Bryn'adûl | Dominion of Er'stacia

The Draelvasier had done well to bring to bear massive armies and fleets to combat their enemies, often utilizing thousands upon thousands of drones, beasts and all manner of creations to supplement the forces of their marauding warriors. The wave of destruction that the Bryn'adûl Crusaders brought into existence was something that could be seen on a galactic scale, observed from a distance whether through the rambling of frightened news-hosts or through the frightful telescopic observations that came from children’s bedrooms.

Nevertheless, the xenophobic nature of the race had brought them into conflict with each of their neighbours. War engulfed them, war was their life at every point of contact. The virulent disease of weakness found in all other sentient races was cleansed upon location, forcing the armies and raiding forces to clash with planetary defences and governments, interstellar kingdoms and Empire that stood against them. All ultimately failed yet the Bryn'adûl were stretched thin. Their current war fought on all sides meant that lesser importance had fallen to the cleansing of weaker and more independent worlds. The Ish'makra ordered for the Barricas to find ways to exterminate the populace of these planets through less resource intense means, reserving the use of their Crusaders.

Er’stacia would be the testing ground for such a stratagem. The planet was covered primarily in tidal pools and watery bodies, but its savage and clan-based inhabitants were not inherently aquatic by nature, preferring to live upon the surface between the pools. No metropolis covered the planet providing them a substantial population, and no unifying leader had united the scattered tribes and clans of the native people. Still, for quite some time there had been relative peace upon the world as a whole.

A detachment of the Bryn'adûl had been sent to the planet to punish those who dawdled in a falsified peace brought on by a weakness for so long, finally bringing the tension between the Erdkala and K'tikaun to its head where it had lain dormant for so long. The K'tikaun make up nearly forty percent of the planets population and are the most hostile of the Clans, both towards the Draelvasier and their own. The Erdkala make up a small percentage but are considered the leaders for the majority of the other Clans. If the Erdkala can be convinced to wage war, or the K'tikaun provoked into attacking them - Civil War will consume the Clans and leave Er'stacia ripe for the taking.

OBJECTIVE - A
The Er’stacians worship a glorified statue near the epicentre of the world. It was placed there to enforce the truce between the clans, and prevent another war, but none of the clans has settled close to it for this reason. Only a contingent of religious guards and soldiers protect it, and its numerous pilgrims. Break it into pieces, shatter it, and incriminate the clans in the process.

OBJECTIVE - B
Religion isn’t the only drive to war on Er’stacia. One of the larger clans, K’tikaun has been bullying their neighbours the Erdkala for tribute and land. Helping the vermin steal weapons from their masters may incite rebellion, and draw a significant number of clans into bloody conflict.

OBJECTIVE - C
Space-faring merchants protected by Mandalorian Mercenaries have an interest in keeping the fragile peace on Er’stacia and have been working with the Erdkala so that they can sell their produce to the clans who seek peace. Annihilating these merchants either directly or through provoking the natives against them will mean one less force for calm and order, kill them and convince the Erdkala and the other clans to fight the K'tikuan.

OBJECTIVE - D
The nature of sewing dissent is disorderly and chaotic. Not every objective can be explicitly listed. Do whatever you must to bring Er’stacia to cleansing with as few resources as possible.

TAGS / Hraelga Nacht | Sarask Hiskt | Drekarys Kel | Xenomir | Osam | Kad /

 

[Osam]

Post 1
Objective B

Communication had immediately proven to be something of a difficulty between Draelvasier and the native population of Er'stacians. When had it been necessary for Sraelvun to speak the language of the inferiors? It was not as if though they were completely ignorant of the words being told to them, but there was a definite struggle at times to remember the correct responses, leading to the usual short and blunt sentences that were often expected of the barely sapient masses. Nevertheless, despite the lingual difficulties that had arisen upon the first meeting, the instant that conversation had shifted from mere greetings to the subject of the K'tikaun, there was tension.

Osam had been dispatched with his personal squad of drones for the sake of assisting the local vermin in acquiring whatever firepower they needed from their foes. Working alongside such wretched creatures was disturbing in the least, and against nature at its most. Each time one of the natives twisted and turned to and fro, he imagined snapping a bite out of their hides, of devouring whatever energy had been contained within their fleshy casings. The other Sraelvun under his command had similar thoughts, evidenced by the occasional salivation he found dribbling down their chins. Thankfully, the natives weren't used to the presence of the Draelvasier, and so they seemed to pay it little mind, perhaps believing it to be some unknown alien biology.

The drone Major was possessed of a certain cunning that enabled him to go through a number of conversations with the Er'stacians without revealing any of the goals of the group as a whole but emphasizing that they were capable fighters. Of course, the locals would likely question what sort of persons they were to suddenly arrive without invitation. They had not attacked on sight, and so they were clearly not raiders, were they? No, that would be incorrect, but the weak-willed beings of the galaxy didn't help one another without purpose.

"Mercenary" He uttered, at last, glancing at his Grenadier as if to question whether the word was correct. The shrug he received in response was not what he had expected, but at least the Er'stacians of the Erdkala seemed to understand what he meant. One of the Er'stacian leaders - he didn't know exactly how they ranked themselves, but he seemed at least equivalent to a Primarch - frowned for a moment and then brought forth a casket of shining and glittering metal chits. Osam was altogether unfamiliar with... whatever these were, but clearly this was an equitable trade for the service of a mercenary. He accepted the casket, passing it back to his squad members to do with as they pleased, and then re-focused upon the Er'stacian Primarch to hear of their plan.

Tl;Dr - Posed as a mercenary to Erdkala.

 

[Sarask Hiskt]

Post: 1

Objective: A – Shatter the Statue Piece

Sarask sneered a little as she hauled an arm over her shoulder, leaving one of her weapons to hang from her waist. She had chosen to destroy one of the native creatures’ relics, a remnant of a statue long lost to time, where it belonged. She already knew how she was going to incited the fools into fighting each other. The arm that she held belonged to one of the rival clans. He didn’t need it anymore, she disposed of the rest of it after taking what she needed. What was most important however was that it held an insignia.

She didn’t want to leave any doubt that it was that particular plan who did it, she’d kill one of the contingent guards, and leave the arm behind, as though the guard had chopped it off himself. Did she need to go to such lengths to blackmail another clan? Perhaps not. She didn’t know how cunning those of this inferior species were. They could perhaps figure out that someone was being framed if she left an item. No, it had to be an arm, it was fun to get anyway. She did some rudimentary research into their clans’ allies and took regular insignias then. Then she could drag an entire alliance into the fray. She had two. This was good. This might work.

She looked upon the epicentre of their world, peering at it. According to intelligence, there was but a contingent of guards and soldiers to protect what she had to destroy. She squinted from her monstrous visage. She’d have to sneak across, hopefully, the statue piece was within a building, that would make it easier.

There were two large clans of Er’stacians, the K’ikaun and the Erdkala. Hopefully, they’d be allied to at least one of the clans she was aiming to incriminate. That would be good, excellent even. She trudged forth.

Tl;dr: Sarask has an arm and some insignia, she is heading toward the statue.

 

[Kad]

Post: One
Objective: C
Tag: Drekarys Kel | Hraelga Nacht | Sarask Hiskt | Osam | Xenomir |

This mission was.. interesting. An experiment? Perhaps. Truly he would have preferred the Ish'makra to simply send a force to crush the resistance. But word from on high was that they were waiting for something. The Chieftain anticipated an attack, the field had been set. Evacuations were being held just outside of their reach. Something was going to happen, and soon.

For now, all Gredak had to do was kill some merchants protected by Mercenaries, an easy task. They had confiscated some of the weapons of the K'tikuan in the night, reluctantly assisted by the speedy Shadow Hiskt. They would plant the weapons throughout the battlefield, but only after the fighting was finished. The Zealot wasn't taking any chances fighting with inferior weaponry.

They were outside of their campsite now, watching the patrolling forces and timing their movements. It would be easier done if they eliminated the Guards and disabled their transports. That way they could ensure none would escape, the Erdkala could not learn the truth. Otherwise, the pretence of innocence the Bryn'adûl intended to feign on this planet would be broken and they'd be stuck on this rock severely outnumbered for a while.

Though, that had a good chance of giving him the opportunity to put a Spike in Zealot Shadow Sarask.

TL;DR: Thinking about how much he hates Sarask, planning the attack on the Merchants.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective: A-shatter me some statue
Post: 1

Ofcourse those Ish'makra would send someone like her to this godforsaken planet. In all their bluster and foolish ancient knowledge, they probably knew that even when being disgraced and dismissed, Hraelga was by far the most competent when it came to small incursions, more stealthy operations and well...more ruthless tactics than most. Some might even call her mad or insane, despite the fact that her brutality was on par with most warriors of the proud Bryn'adûl. However, she was different in far too many ways to be called normal, given her propensity for hunting, trapping and toying with prey rather than the outright butchering her comrades were known for.

This time, she was alone, save for the triplet of hunting Hellhass drones she had at her disposal.

Making her ways through the filthy marshlands, with numerous pools and pudles almost as far as the eyes could see, a thick and dense fog smelling like excrement floating above what could only be perceived as some perversed watery grave. "It reeks worse in here than that dung the Drones had to scrape off the walls in the temple at Ankhypt, bloody natives just shat themselves during the slaughter...heh that was amazing," While talking to herself, she suddenly stood still, Rhigi and Rhogo growling, their red shoulders lightning up as blood pumped through them.

It was a small group of what looked to be the natives of this place. Tilting her head for a moment, the marauder noticed they all wore some sort of amulet or talisman and with the information she had on this particular religion these natives had, she thought this might be something helpful. Nodding at the three Hellhass drones, she instantly attacked the small group, her long claws ripping through skin and flesh, while her hunting pack made short work of the rest with their quickness and eager maws. "This should suffice..."

Grabbing at least one of the corpses to set it aside, plucking the talismans from the other corpse's necks and wrists, she gave her hunting pack the approval of eating their meals, living by the adagio you eat what you kill. "these were probably civilians, but their primitive ways are making this look all too easy, best not to too callous for now."

 

[Xenomir]

Objective: E (for Everything)
Post: I
Tag: Drekarys Kel | Hraelga Nacht | Sarask Hiskt | Osam | Xenomir |

Continuous crashing of waves spat mist up into the air it held this constant tempo that could be considered soothing to some. Much akin to the ebbs and flows of the galaxy with each wave uniquely different in it's own right. Yet it was the crashing of forces upon the rocky shore that captivated Xenomirs attention, much like the tides of war that would wave against them it would not matter to the dense steadfast rough rock of his people. The fast approaching evening breeze rang up to greet the Aeravalin alongside its misty companion over the cliff face where he stood, bellowing his cape rapidly behind him.

This would make the second night of his stay on this whirling cease pool of a backwater planet, yet he had been chosen to aid in its subtle conquest. The rage of the previous one still clung to his heart, it almost felt like he was being punished for not that powerful opponent escaping their grasps. He had not celebrated with his brethren upon their return, he had no right to with that raw bleeding wound upon his pride. 'PREY DOES NOT LEAVE UNTIL I AM DONE WITH IT.'

Thankfully his attention was returned to his surroundings by the approaching footsteps of comrades in arms. Fellow Zealot brothers, of whom, had been assigned into this three company squad brought with them more intelligence for the righteous cause. They had spotted fellow Bryn'adul here and there executing various stages of operations through the sector of this insufferable excuse of a sub-culture. Thankfully the soon-to-be ex-inhabitants of this Chieftain forsaken planet were easy to fool, one way or another, let alone plot against.

Leaving the cliff side face to rejoin his comrades at this third debriefing, Xenomir was only half listening truth be told. The operation drawn up for them wasn't much to his standards yet it was recognizable that their three man size company was not optimal for total conquest. "Brother do you hear us?" Snapping his out of his own head space, the young Baedurin gained his attention anew. "Yes, what is it Zealot Barsa'yk? Were there any delays in spreading the propaganda?"

 

[Osam]

Objective B: Fetching Weapons
Post 2

The general disinterest that the group of Sraelvun had shown towards the shiny trinkets had quickly vanished when their use among the locals became acknowledged. Apparently, one could simply give away one of the tidbits of gleaming metal or plastic and receive things as compensation for the worthless trade. Whilst the group had listened to the conductor of Erdkala's warbands, they had simultaneously managed to secure several ounces of meat which they devoured with delight, at a loss of only a couple handfuls of the chits. Evidently, these would be a useful item to keep around for the remainder of the conquest, and Osam had quickly commanded his Grenadier - he seemed to be the sturdiest of the group, used to wearing the thick armor of his class - to haul the chits upon his back.

The discussions with the Erdkala had been slow and laborious, with a number of irrelevant stories interfering with the important details of their mission. Osam felt as though he had learned more about the nature of the conflict between the Erdkala and their stalwart neighbors than any other member of the Bryn'adul, and yet he desperately wished there was a way to simply wipe it from his memory. Thankfully, at least a few of the stories were vaguely useful for their purposes. For example, it seemed that many years prior, a pair of tank-like walkers had been stolen from the Erdkala and placed within a heavily guarded warehouse along with a number of extra weaponry that hadn't been passed out yet to new warriors of K'tikaun.

Defenders were placed on active sentry around the warehouse, constantly on the lookout for the occasional thief or spy who would attempt to infiltrate their precious cache. In terms of numbers, the Sraelvun squadron was severely outmatched, but they possessed significantly superior firepower and the element of surprise on their side. Beyond that, they also had a number of Erdkala braves who pledged to fight alongside them to work towards retrieving the weapons with which they would pry themselves from the oppression of the K'tikaun. Working further alongside the natives was undesirable, but Osam had a tendency to value survival overall, and the additional meat would stall the grinder of the K'tikaun guards long enough for the Sraelvun to accomplish their goal.

Bellies filled with the foreigners food, and a band of hopeless and disturbed braves at their side, the Sraelvun loaded their weapons for combat, prepared themselves for a bloodbath, and set out on the treacherous path to their destination.

 

[Kad]

Post: Two
Objective: C
Tag: Sarask Hiskt | Hraelga Nacht | Osam | Xenomir | Drekarys Kel |

Gredak had waited long enough, moving down the cliff-face as quietly as he could. The Zealot Elite was followed by a small group of Drones, all equipped only with their clawed hands. A detachment of the supposedly more competent Drones that Marauder Nacht was making use of. He'd see their worth if they could help him complete this mission.

"You two left, wait for the Patrol to come between us. Then move on my mark." The two Drones nodded, moving into cover of a small rock at the turn of the Patrols pathway; Gredak dropped low behind a loose bush of shrubbery; his armour mimicking the colour and texture of the sand as he sat in place. The two Mercenaries on Patrol continued to move by, slowly coming between the bush and the boulder as Gredak would nod to his compatriots, his glowing yellow orbs signalling to them it was time to strike.

The two Mandalorians walked one after another, barely giving the trio enough time to kill them. Gredak went for the one on the right; the Kukri cut through his neck with little effort as the two Drones jumped for the other, one restrained the rifle whilst the other hacked his head off in two slashing blows. He couldn't help but be impressed, maybe Hraelga was right.

A little bit of training and education and they might be able to fight independent of a supervisor.

Heh. Doubtful. Gredak mused to himself, dragging the two bodies away.

 

[Xenomir]

Objective: E (for Everything)
Post: II
Tag: Drekarys Kel | Hraelga Nacht | Sarask Hiskt | Osam | Xenomir |

It has been this young cloned Baedurin that had a unimpressive yet convincing plan for their group. Xenomir did not like the idea of posting signs and flyers across the various clans and religious compounds with propaganda of an approaching uprising. Attempting to insight a raise of arms upon two of the "largest" groups to go against one another. Slaying a few minions had been Xenomirs contribution, so to convince the others of their betrayal towards the long ago established truce. Judging from their reconnaissance, the leaders would most likely attempt some sort of meeting between heads to find seek the validity of these acts of provocation.

If so easily provoked towards infighting as to forgo the meeting and open hold hostilities among themselves, they would simply head towards the disgusting idol held in reverence by this cosmic mistake blighting an otherwise ripe planet.

A short snort of ignorant confidence was made by Barsa'yk, their somewhat competently clothe-wrapped armor motioning back and forth as they spoke "Negative. In fact, Zealot Elite Xenomir it went so easily that one has to wonder if your expertise was even needed here. I even managed to acquire a few of those primitive amulets marking clan membership and "lost" them at a few of the scenes." The smug expression was almost sicking to be seen on one that was obviously compensating for their inferiority complex. The other zealot had fallen silent at the exchange between the two taller comrades, she had seen this exchange before and knew that a challenge would be issued upon their return from this mission.

Xenomir held an expressionless gaze at the spouting youth before him, he would enjoy breaking this one later but for now other things required his attention. Turning his gaze towards the third of their party "How did your endeavors go Zealot Elite Zaresk? As predicted, I presume." Another crashing wave of mist assaulted the team as the second most experience member of the team simply brushed aside their tail, in a manner of approval. Presumably not wishing to involve herself with the previous spat in any capacity.

 

[Sarask Hiskt]

Post: 2

Objective: A – Shatter the Statue Piece

If Sarask had one, she would have wrinkled her nose. Surely there was a better way to hold on to the arm without having to carry it over her shoulder. She could have wielded it normally, but then some of the bones may slip. She wasn’t quite sure how strong these species could actually be. She could rip it off, at least, it was hard to say whether gravity could do the same.

She then got a slight idea. She loosened the chains around her waist, then placed the arm around her back area, then tightening them up again. Now she could move properly, on two arms. She wrapped her other weapon around the top part of the arm so it couldn’t go anywhere. Then, she began moving, allowing herself to become enshrouded in Force energy as she scampered toward the Holy Place. They had rather large hands comparative to the rest of their bodies. She could feel it bumping against her spine.

She looked upon the sight. The statue was guarded by a few regiments, a mixture of most likely religious and regular soldiers. Question was, how could she break it? She sat down on her new perch, thinking. Her gaze was brought forth to one of their few walkers, standing around. She could use that. Perhaps.

She could see if they had any puny rocket launchers, maybe. She didn’t bring any explosives with her. Anything she didn’t need just weighed her down. Including armour. She thought, staring at the statue with its back to the sea.

 

[Drekarys Kel]

Objective: C - Slaughter the Mercenaries
Equipment: None
Post: 1
Tag: Kad

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Shadows curled themselves around the tall, slender, deadly figure of Drekarys. Shadows that defied what they should be yet blended themselves in seamlessly. The Nightmare'a footsteps left no print to be seen and made no sound for an ear to hear. As he approached the cliff, his carapace began shifting colours as the shadows wrapped themselves in a blanket around him, mimicking the colours he found himself surrounded by. His head downwards, towards the valley where the so-called Mandalorians patrolled in their protection of the merchants.

He pounced down into the path of a whole group, dust and sand stirring into a small cloud where he stood. The group's attention quickly flicked to the dust pile, a few flicking on their thermal vision, though they would find nothing. Drekarys was already behind the group by the time they had raised their clumsy weaponry, a sharpened index claw stabbing through the throat of the furthest Mandalorian then curling up as his whole finger as inserted. The blood gurgling in the man's throat was a sound out of a night terror.

His finger then retracted as the body was instantaneously dragged into expanding shadows. The group whirled around, but again too slow, as the Outcast plunged his mandibles into the neck of another fleshbag while the shadows ripped the body away into it's dark abyss. He made himself visible and seized a female by the forearm, a forearm he then snapped. The snap was clean and crisp, almost like ice being broken in half, though the wound itself was not so clean. Blood sprayed all over the woman as Kel the Nightmare impaled her lower face with the sharp end of her bone, silencing her screams before they came out. He looked to the final Mandalorian, snatching their rifle away from them and pulling them close. His fingers began to slide through the Beskar that the warrior covered himself with, slowly into the flesh, then snapped shut around their heart and removed it from their upper left torso, still beating. He showed the heart to the warrior, and crushed it.

The Nightmare turned away, returning to the shadows as the bodies found themselves dragged out of sight and covered in a perpetual black darkness. He was aware that a fellow Zealot was enduring the mission with him, one by the name of Gredak Tenebris. Though he had noticed the Zealot in the company of Drones, a project he was all too aware of. They were failed lookalikes of him, lacking uniqueness and racial superiority. If he was put in an arena with them, he would mark short work of an army of them, for they were weak, weak as all Sraelvun were destined to be.

His silent footsteps continued, sniffing the air for the smell of the rich and peaceful, best to let the hammer shape the steel while the chisel engraved the details.

 

[Xrobas H'kahn]

Objective C - Stir the masses


The mutant Aeravalin that was known as Xrobas H'kahn paced slowly in his lab, performing multiple calculations in his head as he did. Before him was a slab of duracrete with vials and beakers filled with mysterious liquids. The mad genius was hard at work preparing a vile concoction. A mix of noxious chemicals that would become the perfect weapon to utilize against the merchants in an effort to create chaos.

"Perhaps I could use plank gas...No. Likely they have a countermeasure for that. No it needs to be quick. Devastatingly so. Perhaps an explosive of sorts. Something that burns quick but not too large of a radius so that there can at least be some survivors. Nothing stirs chaos quite like bloodied and mangled survivors. Yes...I think that would be most effective."

The Aeravalin began to work on bringing together materials to conduct experiments. Oddly colored liquids were poured into empty beakers and mixed with others, causing violent chain reactions, each one much more volatile than the last.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective: A-shatter me some statue
Post: 2
Tag: Sarask Hiskt

It didn't take long for Hraelga and her hunting pack to traverse the swampy lands that were presented to her, the amulets she had picked off of the native's corpses firmly in her hands, while she had managed to bind one of the corpses onto Rhaga; her most trusted and largest Hellhas Hunting Drone. It seemed like her companions were satiated after feeding their fill upon the other corpses, having ripped them to shreds and having gnawed off whatevr flesh and tissue was left upon the bones. It was only a bit of work to toss the remains into a few of the pools before continuing their journey.

At some point, Rhigi and Rhogo, the male members of the marauder's hunting pack, seemed to have picked up a smell and gave an anwious signal to Hraelga, who didn't maste her time to motion the pack to halt in their tracks while she moved towards the two males. "Enemy?" the two male Hellhas drones shook their heads in a wide motion, stamping a bit with their hindlegs in the muddy, soggy ground. "Ally...so another of our kin is trecking on this path...must be a zealot, no other should be capable of such subterfuge."

Standing up, raiding herself to her full height, with her face turned upwards, Hraelga herself started sniffing the air and could indeed pick up the faint smell of another, one of her kin...so at the very least she was not the only one who had opted to go on this mission, prompting the marauder to make certain their individual actions would not impede each other. With that in mind, she looked at her surroundings to take note of her location, before making her way further towards the sacred statue which was her goal after all.

As soon as the statue and its protective meassurements in the form of a regiment of guards was in view, so too could Hraelga now pick up the smell of her compatriot more strongly. It didn't take long for her to find the hiding spot of her kin, thus with relative ease, she left her hunting pack hidden below, while she herself moved closer to Sarask Hiskt . "So...what are we looking at...in terms of prey?"

 

[Kad]

Post: Three
Objective: C
Tag: Xrobas H'kahn | Hraelga Nacht | Osam | Drekarys Kel | Xenomir | Sarask Hiskt |

Once the two bodies were out of the way, they could continue. There were two more patrols to take care of, perhaps giving the Drones something to handle themselves would be an interesting way to test their combat prowess, their restraint. Wise leadership was born of kindred spirits among their subservient warriors.

Well, at the very least that was the rhetoric the Chieftain often touted. Gredak saw opportunity, opportunity for him to gain influence. He would seek to embed himself with these counter-operative drone units. Then slime like Sarask would have no where to hide. The Zealot nodded to the Drones, pointing out the third patrol. Just one, Mandalorian. Big - but just one.

Without words the Drones knew their objective, moving stealthily around the perimeter of the encampment as Gredak made his way in the other direction. His patrol was just a single Mandalorian as well, easy prey. Or so he thought.

When he got close, the Mandalorian ducked under the swing for his throat, thrusting open palms of his crushgaunts into the Zealots chest, sending his careening backward.

 

[Sarask Hiskt]

Objective A: Shatter the Statue

Post: 3

Tag: Hraelga Nacht

Sarask looked up to the sun for a moment, before focusing, closing her eyes as its baleful rays continued to strike against her face. She didn’t like that. She hated the heat, as with most of her kind. Balling up the Force within her, she exhaled a fine, cool mist. Her prowess in the Force was almost fully instinctual, she didn’t know how to use the cryogenics of others, such as the shaman or rare inferiors that seemed able. She could only work it out herself, such was the way.

She heard something approaching. She readied her weapons, gripping them tightly as she glanced around. She caught a glimpse of her supposed predators. They were of the Bryn’adul. She loosened her grip ever so slightly, before digging into the ground with her weapons. If her “comrade” that was sure to follow tried anything, she’d but simply have to push her over through the light trench she had made. Or she could stay her distance, either side was fine with her.

She turned fully toward the Marauder as she approached, not quite willing to turn her back or side on the warrior. She let out another cold grunt, some mist churning from her mouth as the woman questioned her. With a scratching, raspy voice she spoke. “Walkers biggest problem.” she’d say, gesturing toward the round-ish contraptions. “They see far. Weak guards. Weak soldiers. You destroy statue. I frame.” she continues, spinning around quickly to show Hraelga the ripped off arm and insignia with it.

“I find prey. Help you if needed. I kill prey, leave arm, frame clan. They will blame. They will war. It shall be.” she says, finishing. She’d take a few steps back before looking toward the sea, then back down at the beach in which the statue stood. “I swim behind. Walkers no see me. Make diversion. I will think. While distracted, you destroy statue. Explosion? Maybe. I kill, you leave, I leave. We return.” she'd look back to Hraelga for confirmation.

 

[Kad]

Post: Four
Objective: C
Tag: Sarask Hiskt | Osam | Hraelga Nacht | Drekarys Kel | Xenomir | Xrobas H'kahn |

"The Drones have given away our position! Open fire!" In a panic the Zealot instinctively blamed the Drones, no one would believe them over a Zealot Elite.

Gredak rolled into a defensive posture, snarling as he opened fire with his Shredder. The Mandalorian trusted his beskar to keep him safe, but did not account for the explosive combustion of the weapon, the Mandalorian as well was thrown back several feet as Gredak took a Shredder into each hand, opening fire at the Mandalorian as he rose to his feet; a double-combustive explosive kinetically tearing his lower half into dozens of pieces.

He preferred it this way anyhow.

Gredak opened fire with his dual Shredders, explosions erupting from the merchants throughout the camp, a Zealot squad moving in to join them. The Zealots moved to back up Gredak, firing their Spike Rifles into the crowd; slaughtering the Merchants and their Mandalorian protectors by the dozen.

"Jam their communications!"

 

[Osam]

Post 3
Objective B: Steal Weaponry

For all of the relative inadequacies of the local populace, they were decent guides. Of course, it was expected that they would know the path to the warehouse fortress and that they would have enough knowledge of their own planetary body to be able to chart a trip which would result in their swift arrival with minimum casualties. To say that they were decent guides then was still a demeaning statement meant to designate that their only possible worth was the fact that they knew roughly where to walk in what was effectively their home. Complimenting the foreign and ideologically opposed creatures would've been a sort of heresy even Sraelvun wouldn't contemplate.

The trails had brought them to the crest of a grassy knoll overlooking a valley pass. Upon the opposite side of the valley lay another set of knolls, making it clear that the warehouse had been carefully nestled between the two, perhaps in an attempt at hiding its existence. From the current position, Osam couldn't derive any sort of strategic benefit towards placing the bulk of the facility between two elevated locations since it meant that foes would be capable of striking down on them from above, but he supposed that perhaps K'tikaun had intended for the facility to remain permanently concealed. Alternatively, maybe there was simply something he didn't see... or maybe Erdkala warriors and thieves were just pathetic soldiers.

A pair of larger blast doors marked the entrance into the facility proper, with a number of small structures scattered throughout and a long wiry fence surrounding the complex, more suited for keeping out the occasional thief or wild animals than for an assailing force. To their credit, the guard towers which stood at each diagonal of the barbed wire seemed hardy, with metal plates adorning their lower regions and with the flash of blaster rifles or slug throwers clearly visible even from the Major's position.

Osam didn't doubt that if he strode into view of those towers, the group would be torn apart. Even Draelvasier could be killed if enough firepower was poured into them, and the valley's position meant that any approaching souls had to make certain not to accidentally sprint down the steep inclines. It would be hard for them to approach slowly and steadily, which meant engaging from their current positions. Of course, with the plating of the towers, the guards present could simply bunker down until the attackers were forced to get closer and subsequently present themselves to the shredding fire of their own weapons.

"Grenadier. Range" He hissed, glancing back at the bulky figure who accompanied him, his basket of chits still strapped onto his back, though chattering far less after their latest spending. The heavily clad Sraelvun looked down at the facility, seemingly lost in something of a daydream for a mere instant before gutturally stating that it was "Too far."

It had been something of a long-shot itself to think the Grenadier could lob an explosive round from the knoll down into the towers of the valley, and to do so accurately enough to destabilize the structure as well, but... he had hoped. What was the play, then? They couldn't charge down or they'd be torn to bits, and they couldn't shoot from here without making it a battle of attrition.

Suddenly... a thought. The cunning of the Sraelvun was well acknowledged among their kind and for good reason. Desperation and a lack of advanced intelligence led to simple and effective solutions. "Stow Spikers. Claw plan." He gently commanded, drawing his fellows in for a huddle to explain the remainder of his scheme.

 

[Galak]

Post: One
Tags: N/A
Objective: N/A

Somewhere probably or Er'stacia -

The Marauder had chosen to deal with this alone. There was more than one trader on this planet, the other was alone. And he had convinced some of the natives to come on his ship to escape. When the trio arrived, Galak was standing there waiting for them on the ramp up into the ship; glaive in hand.

"Cowardly wretches..." Galak spoke in a thick Drael, half chuckling as the two Er'stacians looked to the trader which, on further inspection. Didn't look like a trader at all, it looked like. Ah, not a Jedi. But...

The familiar snap hiss ignited with a shimmering red glowing blade emerging from the hilt. He'd never seen a Sith up close, only ever heard of them or watched the stone memoirs on them. This was a different experience. This do-gooder was no such thing, no wonder he had landed unnoticed - Sith were notorious for stealth technology. No doubt this one wished to take these two back to Morriband and report on the Bryn'adûl.

 

[Xenomir]

Objective: E (for Everything)
Post: III
Tag: Drekarys Kel | Hraelga Nacht | Sarask Hiskt | Osam | Xenomir |

Hours had passed since news of the massacres had reached her, leader of the tempered Erdkala clan. Skepticism largely being what held back her and her tribesmen's angered retribution against their long ago former enemy K'tikaun. To make matters worse it had became abundantly clear that communication would be neigh impossible with a recent string of conflicts arising seemingly overnight across the open front. With a lack of facts or any sense of information as to what exactly was going on, her only choice was to invoke the counsel members into a meeting. Making her way underground from the impregnable Erdkala base via hidden pathways, she left to rendezvous with her merchant contact. The need to secure a fresh batch of arms was now more apparent than ever, especially since one of the groups slaughtered were some of the best warriors of their clan.

The long tunnel-esque passage was dank with bit of bio-luminescent moss grown in small distinct patches along the corners of the walls. Under the pretext of meditating with their god over the correct course of action. Holding onto a bag at her side with various testaments and pieces of collected evidence of certain allied clans memorabilia at said scenes. If everything was as it seemed than the long held peace of Er'stacia might soon well end with another religious crusade. Both excited and terrified at the prospect, the clan head moved ever faster towards her destination.

Zealot Barsa'yk signaled back towards the other two, the final few had arrived at the not so easily discover-able location. Xenomir was impressed by the depth at which their team had to endeavor to reach this structure hidden deep within a electric generating man-made lake. The weather was growing rather choppy with large blankets of rain overshadowing the entire locale as far as the eye could see. The better part of four days had been spent observing and detailing the structure, let alone the lifeforms present within. It was a wonder as to how exactly Zealot Elite Zaresk even found this meeting place, something he would have to ask about later.

Much to their surprise there were a few land assailable entrances, not many but just enough for the three man squad to enjoy their own way into the complex. Each of them fastening different iconography of the largest aggressive clan known on the planet, they entered into what would be later called "The Slaughtered Pitts."

Xenomir lightly chuckled to himself at the first few signs of resistance encountered along his chosen pathway, as the enemy seemed to be the same as those that guarded that hideous "originator" pile of rock they seemed to worship. They were armed with maces and rifles upon their backs with standard galactic militaristic wet-suits with useless symbolism spewed across it. "Halt, this is a restricted holy site. Turn back now or we'll open fire. THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING!" Standing stock tell at this the towering humanoid with glowing aureate eyes stared at the blockade housed just within the opening of the underground entrance. Upon listening in the sounds of six... no seventeen heartbeats could be heard with his enhanced listening technique.

One of the soldiers, who was previously silent, noticed the symbols hanging off one of the clothes Xenomir worn spoke up "Kinsmen, I do not recongize what branch of the clan your from? Why has a fellow K'tikaun come to this place?" Judging from a few of the iconography on them they were most likely from K'tikaun clan though this changed nothing. "Well well well, if this IS such a holy place than you won't mind if someone blessed by a higher being than you've ever known waltz right on in, hmm?" A blaster shot ever so nearly missing his leg was the only answer Xenomir received, in response much to the guards horror came a deep echoing laugh. Mere moments had passed before all these people knew had come crashing down upon them, much to this zealots enjoyment.

 

[Kad]

Post: Five
Objective: C
Tag: Hraelga Nacht

The Zealots spread out throughout the camp, the Drones at their disposal had no access to their channels; they joined in the combat willingly - entirely unaware that Gredak had pinned the blame on them. No one would suspect a thing when the combat was over. Gredak lavished the combat, savoured it. These weak beasts were no match for him or his weaponry. No match f-

The Zealot snarled, his head thrown back as the blunt of something struck his left cheekbone. Gredak careened down into a sandy-ditch, landing on his forehead as he turned to see the imposing silhouette of a armour clad Mandalorian carrying a Battleaxe. His eyes grew wide as his mind seemingly registered the fact the Mandalorian was swinging down at him.

Gredak moved to his feet, the one Shredder he managed to hold onto was cut in half out of his hand as he narrowly missed the swing of the Battleaxe. The Zealot scurried to his feet, taking both Kukris from his back as the Mandalorian drew closer. Before Gredak could strike, the Mandalorian thrust the blunt of his Battleaxe into his chest, causing him to trip on the edge of the ditch, falling onto his back and tumbling down the outskirt of the camp.