Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Dominion of Er'stacia

[Galak]

Post: Two
Tags: N/A
Objective: N/A

No chance of that.

Before the Sith could use any of its force abilities on the Marauder, Galak leapt from the landing ramp with Glaive in hand; slashing downward at him. The Sith did not cower or retreat as the Jedi did, he darted behind and swung for the Marauders head almost immediately. Galak smiled, at least these ones had more of a fighting spirit. Galak brought the bottom of the Glaive back, its second blade blocking the lightsaber as Galak thrust his left leg out; kicking the Jedi in the chest and knocking him onto the loading ramp.

Before the Marauder could do much more, he felt a tightness at his throat as the Sith raised his offhand whilst making a clenching gesture in his direction. The damned force, he was clenching his airways so tight blood was rushing to his eyes.

Galak dropped to one knee as the Sith leapt with crimson blade in hand; no doubt with the intent to impale Galak's head into the sand. The Marauder dodged to the side, conversing what little air was in his throat as he brought the Glaive above the lightsaber; holding it in place as his free hand grasped the Sith by the collar.

 

[Kad]

Post: Six
Objective: C
Tag: Hraelga Nacht

The Mandalorian followed quickly, looking to close in on his foe whilst he was cornered and alone no doubt. Gredak snarled, this cur would not be the end of him. The Zealot hissed at his opponent, rising to his feet and closing the distance with surprising speed.

Gredak slashed twice, both times the Battleaxe's hilt caught each strike. Immediately, the Mandalorian attempted to strike from the right. However the Zealot thrust his left arm forward, pressing the Kukri into the underside of the Axe to hold it in place as he thrust for the liver with his right Kukri. The Mandalorian released his left hand, smacking away the Kukri wielding hand with his crush-gaunt clad forearm.

The Mando immediately grasped the Battleaxe in both hands and swung low, overpowering Gredak whilst swinging for his thigh. Gredak dropped low, using the shift in his momentum to powerfully thrust his right Kukri into the waist of the Mandalorian, however his opponent followed through his swing, sidestepping.

 

[Galak]

Post: Three
Tags: N/A
Objective: N/A

He should've killed him, but in the panic of it all he simply raised him before slamming him into the sand with enough force to wind him and possibly break a few ribs. At the very least his force choke was relinquished. However the Sith immediately rose into a defensive guard, slashing open Galak's kneecap in a incredibly fast low strike; legs blurring his movement as he flipped himself upright.

The Brute growled in pain, dropping the Glaive into his left hand as he swung wide and outward; with the range of the Glaive it was impossible to miss. The Sith just barely blocked the blow, but was thrown hurdling through the sand a dozen metres.

"Sneaky little..." Galak cursed in their mothertongue as the Sith held his focus. It seemed the Er'stacians had frozen still, waiting to observe who would be the victor of the conflict.

Galak staggered over to the Sith who seemingly scrounged himself back up out of the sand every time he was throttled into it. The Sith rose, cringing with pain as Galak swung a feint, the Sith fell for it - swinging outward in a flourish. Galak immediately disengaged and swung for his hand; the blow landed, eviscerating a few fingers and sending the silver lightsaber into the sand.

 

[Kad]

Post: Seven
Objective: C
Tag:

His opponent had gained a gash rather than a stab wound, staggered momentarily - it allowed Gredak to rise to his feet; grinning fiendishly the whole time. He intended to provoke his honour bound opponent. The Mando allowed for no time to pass, swinging from left to right in a concise swing aimed for Gredak's neck, immediately falling into a defensive guard that defended his own as the Zealot dodged and lunged.

The Mandalorian pushed upward with both hands, Gredak saw the opening and had to take it; motion to stab the Mandalorian in the chest. However it seemed his opponent expected that, with a free hand he grasped Gredak by the wrist and, using Gredak as an anchor thrust his elbow into the Zealots chest; causing the Zealot to wince as he slung the Kukri to the side with his Battleaxe and thrust again for the Zealots throat.

Gredak ducked, yanking his held hand from the Mandalorians grasp and slashing through his Battleaxe wielding arm; causing him to drop the weapon. Immediately he brought his right Kukri into a reverse grip and thrust it into the Mandalorians armpit; wrenching it left as the Mando cried out in pain; grasping Gredak by the nape of his neck and yanking them both down into the sand.

 

[Galak]

Post: Four
Tags: N/A
Objective: N/A

The Sith screamed, his free hand shot upward and released a torrent of blue-purple lightning at the open-guarded Marauder. Galak's eyes grew wide as his body suddenly became riddled with lightning; pain shot through him as muscle spasms caused every limb to shake in excruciating pain. Galak cried out but stood his ground, acting purely on instinct he lunged the Glaive at the Sith like a spear.

It seemed as though the Sith had anticipated as much as his lightning was relinquished, his free hand commanding the lightsaber to his hand as he leaped at Galak. The Brute Marauder activated the compact shield on his left arm; clashing with the saber.

The two Er'stacian natives turned to flee, Galak held back the Sith's blade with his Shield. With a thrust, he threw the Sith back a metre. Galak's right arm shot up, firing off the wrist-mounted blades on his gauntlet - killing both with each shot. A satisfied exhale escaped him as the Sith groaned like a moody hatchling, rising to his feet.

Galak was not entirely weaponless, but the Sith didn't need to know that yet.

 

[Kad]

Post: Eight
Objective: C
Tag:

Both tumbled through the sand, the Mandalorian was able to tear one of the Kukris from Gredaks grasp as they fell - immediately upon him as they rose in the sand. Gredak and the Mandalorian exchanged two slashed at each other, both deep into one and others flesh. Gredak thrust his left foot into the Mandos right angle, causing him to stagger as he brought his Kukri down into his collar; his other hand tearing the Kukri from the Mandalorian as he fell onto one knee.

The Mando released a hidden blade from his gauntlet, but before he could use Gredak kicked him in the chest; knocking him tumbling down further in the sand, a trail of blood following. Gredak exhaled, pain shaking his form as he snarled angrily. He could hardly stand, vision almost becoming difficult.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the Mandalorian cooking a Thermal Detonator in his left hand. The Zealots eyes grew wide, instinct kicking in as he launched his last remaining Kukri at the Mandalorian. The Kukri spun through the air until it reached the Mandalorians neck, blood oozing from the wound as he barely managed to throw the grenade half the distance between them. The Grenade exploded, throwing Gredak into the sand and killing the Mandalorian.

 

[Van Bri'tsyd]

OBJECTIVE: B - (Sell arms - Recruit clan K’tikaun)
LOCATION: Valley Warehouse Installation
NPC: "The Survivors"
TAGS: Osam

As industrial shuttle from a cloaked ship in orbit touched down in the courtyard of secure warehouse the Es'starcia owners greeted the human looking merchant who stepped out. After the exchange of a few pleasantries the party was lead to a hidden part of the compound as they got down to business.

Van and his crew had come under the guise of arms merchants, bring crates of a unique gun to show and sell. They knew the Bryn'adul were closing on this world, probably already had boots on the ground. They were beginning to change tactics, to show an intellect of a much more dangerous enemy. One could predict blunt force, mass number assaults. But word was getting out from Er'stacia of beings not of the world, not you normal run of the mill merchs or outsides either. But beings of claws and organic armor, they were talking of the Bryn'adul...

"These little beauties are some of the best rippers around. Stopping power of a shotgun but at 1000 rounds a min." Van said pointing to the crates for sale.

An armored Brubb stepped forward and leveled a massive multi-barreled weapon at a group of stacked crates. As he squeezed the trigger he held on while the weapon kicked like a beast. The racket of so many shotgun shells sounding off one after another was deafening and most in attendance held their ears till the demonstration was over. Shards of metal, smoking piles of slag and little else remained, the wall behind was ripped up and pockmarked with holes as well.

As the demonstration ended Van and his band of refugees knew nothing of the emending attack from the Bryn'adul lead opposing clans. They were hoping to turn a quick profit and earn the trust of a few key members of the clan so they could get a better idea of what was going on planet side....

 

[Osam]

Post 5
Objective: B
Opposition: Van Bri'tsyd

The claws of the Sraelvun allowed them to scale sheer walls with remarkable ease. They granted them the ability to maneuver throughout a battlefield with as much talent and skill as many predatory beasts possessed, and made them a versatile tool in the arsenal of the Bryn'adul Crusade. Incidentally, while the sharp tips of their appendages allowed them a number of advantages when it came to movement, they also allowed for a degree of environmental manipulation. While it was true that they wouldn't be able to shred their way through durasteel and similar construction materials, the strength a half-dozen Sraelvun combined with their bladed limbs was more than enough to deal with several young-growth trees.

It was impossible to determine where the idea for the strategy had originated, but it was quickly put into effect by the drone Major. Gravity affected everything upon the planet and would carry things even after they had been released from the grasp of the Draelvasier warriors. It was this same force that would grant them victory which had initially stumped them because racing down the knoll would have meant a loss of control and exposure to the shredding fire of the Er'stacian tower guns. While the firepower stowed within those guard towers would be more than sufficient for the band of assailants, they were weapons designed for slaying humanoid targets, and would be entirely unfit for what would instead come at them.

With expeditious haste, the squad of Sraelvun drones maneuvered the set of logs to the crest of the knoll, piling them up one behind the other to create an unbroken wave. Giving a rough estimation of targeting -- it was the best that could be done with the lack of equipment available for such tasks -- Osam set his hefty foot upon the rear-most log, giving it a shove until it had crashed against the others, sharing the force with them. There was a surprising amount of quiet as they began to roll, though the sound quickly became thunderous and the whirl of weapons from atop the towers was apparent. One or two managed to squeeze off shots at the logs, though the futility of the task quickly became apparent as they sailed down the knoll.

There was a groan of metal as the first log struck its target, sounding a ding throughout the camp and knocking one of the support legs of the tower into a twisted facsimile of itself. Shouts of panic arose from the top of the tower as the Er'stacians of K'tikaun raced to get off of their doomed platform, but the second log struck before they had the opportunity, and sent the entire structure tumbling to the ground. It was impossible to know whether there were any survivors from the tower, but Osam was certain that they were out of the fight regardless, thrashed against the ground with such force that they would certainly have broken bones and bruised bodies at the minimum.

The next logs tore holes through the fencing of the compound, the force of their rush yanking entire meters of it from the ground and trapping it between the rolling wooden pins. Of course, the logs were unable to reach the whole of the compound and eliminate any further towers, but it was enough to provide a weak point for the intruders to exploit. "Move to corner." he hissed, and then pointed his fingers towards the weakness for the sake of his temporary allies. Without delay, the seven Draelvasier and their few companion warriors raced down the hill, taking advantage of the panic and chaos that had erupted in the camp, and utilizing the blindspot created by the downed tower to traverse the knoll and dip into the valley proper.

Osam had not noticed the arrival of the stealth vessel while he had been busy setting up his assault, but its presence now became undeniably evident. There it stood within the compound, and before it seemed to lay a strange group of non-Er'stacians... familiar forms though ones that had been thought terminated. Acknowledging the presence of outsiders meant there was a massive chance they were better armed than the natives. With a sudden shriek, the Major directed his Draelvasier to the downed tower, sliding behind it in order to take cover in the event they had been seen.

Things were going to be more complicated, clearly. So much for cunning plans.

 

[Xenomir]

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

The council chambers has always been one of the great mysterious to this planets native species. Since ancient times the people have never permitted any other study of its composition besides that of a visual one. The circular room held a radiate shallow pool in its center, it's walls shined with an unknown luminous hard material that shines with a unique rainbow-esque light. What truly struck any newly appointed clan leaders that were brought into this room was the fact that this mysterious material seemingly shifted over time naturally displaying iconography of whatever clan was present.

Just outside of this sacred pool stood and sat various movers and shakers of this sector of the planet, twelve in total were present. Each located near the section of the pool that shined their respected clans symbol, justifying their presence within the chamber. Outside of them were hung countless ceremonial decorations, so much so that other than the immediate radius around the pool and its guests crowded the chamber much like a Hutt hoard. This extended all throughout the compounds holy grounds; pillars, guards, statues and weaponry coated in steep symbolism.

The sound of doors cracking open brought many if not all of the rooms inhabitants attention towards the final member of the council, Tempered leader of the Erdkala. The holy warriors just outside of the room quickly lowering themselves and closing the massive decorative doors as she made her way towards the collected group, the pool shinning anew with her clans proof of membership.

"I, Erd'kalamasim, thank you bearers of our ancestors truth for making your way to this urgent calling that I have rung to you. We have much to discuss and I can't help but notice that we are missing the K’tikaun here..."

The drum beat of the force resound strangely to Xenomir when present within this place, it was confusing and ultimately drew his anger. This was compounded by the fact that he had been injured by a worthless grunt that shot him just over his ankle joints. The burn was festering his annoyance at this whole ordeal, stealth was not his preference in any real capacity and especially towards those that were so inferior. The need for a challenge of any hint of significance was beginning to crop up as his march further into the site. All of these "holy warriors" or "righteous guardians" as they called themselves were above average for drones back home but nothing to merit enjoyment.

His Kukri stained with pitiful infidel sanguine fluids while his spike rifle sat abandoned behind his lower back unused. Growling out a low groan as he ripped off another piece of iconography from his wraps to embed into the forehead of a dead soldier. Thoughts of his squad mates crossed his mind as yet another group opened fire at him as he rounded a tight corner. "Great more ants in the ant hill to devastate." Their cries of pain mixed with prays to their false idol brought minor comfort to the strolling invader.

 

[Galak]

Post: Five
Tags: N/A
Objective: N/A

The Sith approached, moving on what seemed like a sprained ankle as he covered the distance between them, as they drew close he seemed refocused - the force empowering him as his speed nearly tripled. He feigned a strike for the Brutes neck, to which he instinctively raised his Shield to collide with the blade. Galak's right hand reached for his side, pulling the Kukri from his belt to thrust it into the Siths stomach the moment they clashed.

Yet moments before they could touch, it seemed the Sith had switched to a reverse grip, stepping back on his right foot and swinging around to slash the Brutes right arm. Luckily for Galak, he had the Kukri raised as the Sith's blinding blur of motion ground to a halt, the violent crimson lightsaber clashing with the blade.

Sparks flew in each direction as the Sith delivered a potent but small and focused telekinetic shove to the inside of Galak's wrist, at the same time thrusting right with his Lightsaber to give more kinetic effort to pushing aside Galak's weapon and right arm. His left arm held the saber, rising upward and switching into a standard grasp as he no doubt moved to decapitate the Marauder.

 

[Van Bri'tsyd]

OBJECTIVE: B - (checkout the attack - Recruit clan K’tikaun)
LOCATION: Valley Warehouse Installation
NPC: "The Survivors"
TAGS: Osam

The negotiations were almost completed when the attack began. Van had offered the Es'starcia a fine offer, cost with only a small mark up on the ammo. They were about to shake on it when both native guards and his own irregulars watching over the shuttle came running in.

"Sir, we are under attack! Looks like one of the rebel tribes." One of the soldiers of K'tikaun bellowed.

The Es'starcia leader looked to Van and didn't need to say more.

"Yes, use'em, transfer me the credits and we are all good." Van said in answer. He knew now was not the time to stand of ceremony.

As Es'starcian warriors raced in to grab the Gatling guns Van noticed the payment post on his data pad. Seems these men of K'tikaun were men of honor. He would make note of that. Payment and work done he began to head back for the shuttle when the fire fight broke out. At first it was just common blasters but soon he began to hear the clatter of his Gatling guns begin put to good use. He was about to climb aboard the shuttle when one of his soldiers came up to him.

"Sir, before we go I need to talk with you. I was guarding the shuttle and well I heard something... A shriek, something I hear in my nightmares and on that day on Baros..."

Van knew exactly what it meant, the Brubb warrior who was talking with him now was one of the few to escape Baros.

"Poodoo, change of plans, load up and and grab the cryo rounds, lets see what's going on."

 

[Sarask Hiskt]

Post: 4

Objective A: Shatter the Statue

Tag:
Hraelga Nacht

“Tch.” Sarask spat onto the ground in an almost alligator-like hiss. If she understood, she understood. If she didn’t, she’d have to assume she was doing it by herself. Meaning, she was going with the second belief, and she was alone in this. It didn’t matter too much. All she had to do was plant her evidence and it was all done. She peered toward one of the walkers.

Shoot statue with walker. Statue dies. Put evidence in walker, done. It’d be over, finished. Then she could go do something else. She looked around for a route via the water. It seemed as though they thinned out some few miles off. She gave a glance to Hraelga, before moving onto all fours and galloping in that direction, masking herself using the Force. They may see a swift, black blur moving across the landscape, but they won’t see her.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective: A-shatter me some statue
Post: 3
Tag: Sarask Hiskt

Hearing her kin get annoyed due to her own silence after the slippery demon had given a logical approach to the task at hand, made Hraelga look at Sarask with an inquisitive look on her ... quite emotionless, unexpressive facia simply by somewhat lowering her brow. "What you say makes sense, but this is not just some simple game of dropping a body and be done with it."

Calmly surmising the strength of those guarding the statue, the marauder let out a sigh before clacking her tongue, at which point her three hellhas hunter drones silently approached the two of them. "I'll have Rhigi, Rhogo and Rhaga attack the walkers, give cover for your actions. I'm fast, they won't see me coming." Hraelga tapped the sides of her long legs with her clawed hands, letting out a sound somewhat akin to a chuckle. "get ready, time to hunt and kill."

With those words, the Marauder gave the heads of the hellhas drones a little pat, which they accepted with a satisfying growl, before they suddenly jumped into the open, rushing at the first of the walkers like a pack of rabbid wolves. "Time to play, you do your thing, I'll do my part."

 

[Galak]

Post: Six
Tags: N/A
Objective: N/A

Galak thrust the butt of his Compact Shield into the Siths chest, the horrible crackling sound of bones snapping filled the air as the Sith Lords chest crushed in upon itself, his duraplast armour penetrating into his flesh with a massive blunt dent in its chassis. The Sith gasped for air as blood spat out from his mouth, dribbling all across the sand in a bloody trail as he tumbled over himself.

The Marauder watched as the deactivated Lightsaber fell into the sand. Galak thrust the Kukri into the middle of the hilt, embedding the blade into the sand and destroying the Lightsaber. Galak left the Knife there, retracting his shield as his heavy footfalls carried him to the gasping Sith. His cloak had come over his head, the Brute grasped the torn cloth in one hand and yanked the Sith up to his height.

The Sith looked at him with wide eyes, grasping at his armour seemingly exhausted. Galak's right hand craned back before punching the Sith in the face, shattering his jaw and cracking his skull. The Sith fell to the ground, tumbling in a circle as Galak held onto his cloak; keeping him close as he rolled onto his knees. The Brute passed the cloak into his right hand, pulling it to the side as pulled the Sith Lord forward before kicking him in the face and chest.

 

[Kad]

Post: Nine
Objective: C
Tag:

The Zealot snarled, groaning in pain as he grasped at his chest. Quietly shrieking in pain as the armour worked to subside the burning sensations that flooded his chest. Gredak looked down at his chest, seeing the bronze armour was bright hot at its edges of the plates. Some had been torn aside, parts of it destroyed. The inner body glove had several layers destroyed as well.

Whatever kind of grenade that was, it was likely some sort of modified disruptor explosive. The residue on his armour was consistent with reports on Disruptor weaponry. Though his knives were likely gone along with the majority of the Mandalorian. The sands around the edges of the explosion had formed a glass crater in the earth. A strangely beautiful sight.

The Zealot staggered to his knees, hearing the sounds of battle seemingly subsiding behind him as he dragged himself to the edge of the battlefield; carrying the decimated corpse of the Mandalorian as proof of his combat along with him. The other Zealots had gathered in the middle of the camp, nothing surrounded them now but destroyed ships, corpses and fire.

 

[Galak]

Post: Seven
Tags: N/A
Objective: N/A

The sheer energy tearing the cloak from his grasp as the Sith Lord grunted as his jaw was torn apart and his skull seemingly crushed into itself. His brain, bludgeoned as he drooled in heaps of blood over himself; lying in a heap. His neck was broken, his spine twisted. He would drown in his own fluids in a less than a minute.

Galak simply watched for a moment, taking in the victory against the nuisance of a Sith. A Warrior? Pah. Some Warrior.

"You're no different than the Jedi welps. Pathetic."

Galak placed a foot on his collarbone and neck area before spitting on the Sith's face and applying pressure on his upper chest and neck, so much so that he crushing him entirely. The Marauder turned away from the gruesome scene, taking his wrist blades, Kukri and Glaive back before entering the shuttle.

 

[Kad]

Post: Ten
Objective: C
Tag:

Gredak threw down the Mandalorians corpse, his other hand grasping at his wound. "I killed their leader!" He announced triumphantly, staring down at the Zealot-Drones and the Zealots themselves. Gredak struggled with every breath, his bulbous yellow eyes hung on the Drones. They stood proudly as if among their kin.

It disgusted him truthfully, Osam and Hraelga were both fools. Sraelvun could never pretend to be equals to the Aeravalin or Baedurin. They would ALWAYS be insignificant and this would be a reminder.

"Those damn Drones gave away our position!" Gredak called out, pointing at them as he snarled; the other Zealots grasped at their weapons. Growling as they raised their weapons at the Drones.

 

[Galak]

Post: Eight
Tags: N/A
Objective: N/A

It was a small, conventional shuttle. Two rooms adjacent to the cockpit, Galak opened the right one first; seeing two beds. No doubt for the natives, the other room held a corpse. A merchant of similar branding to the encampment that slime Gredak had been set upon. It seemed this Sith had had an interesting path, no doubt. The Brute recovered what data he could from the ship, from its command console and navacomputer before setting an excessive amount of explosives on the interior of the ship.

Leaving via the landing ramp, Galak set off the charges and watched the sands burn into glass before chucking the broken Sith Lords body into the fire. His tainted flesh would not serve as food for hunting creatures. His kind didn't even deserve that, his existence would not continue in any form.

 

[Kad]

Post: Eleven
Objective: C
Tag:

"Put them on their knees!" The Zealot raised his rifle, firing off a Spiker round into the head of one of the three Drones. The other two immediately raised their weapons but were subdued, forced to their knees by the Zealots. They fought ferociously, fighting back against their sudden imprisonment by their own kin.

With a fiendish smile, Gredak walked up to the two Drones and put a spike into each of their domes. Their bodies toppled, and Gredak placed his spiker on his hip. Kicking one of the corpses over before he thrust the Mandalorians Axe into ones chest. At least this way they wouldn't have to say they executed them all. And surplus it meant they weren't even able to survive the mission either.

Gredak exhaled, the wounds stinging once again. "Clean up this mess. Gather our bodies, burn the Drones."

 

[Osam]

Post 6
Objective B

For a few moments, it seemed as if though the marauding band had managed to avoid the attentions of the outsiders. The response to the attack had come swiftly, but it was ineffectual in nature. The light and primitive weapons utilized by the K'tikaun clan had done little to dissuade the advance of the Sraelvun drones and their spiker guns. Osam had nearly given the order to advance beyond their sheltered position behind the fallen tower when there was the whirr and crack of new weaponry. Dozens upon dozens of projectile rounds were sent soaring through the air by the offending Er'stacian warrior who had singlehandedly managed to suppress the assailants rather quickly. One of the allied clansmen peered from his position in an attempt at finding a sniping vantage only to be torn asunder by the Gatling gun.

"Grenadier. Detonate shredder" hissed the Major, and the absent-minded brute of a drone quickly complied, raising the tip of their weapon above cover and letting loose the explosive shot. There was a thunderous crack and the threat that had been presented with the shredding gunman was dispatched. Fortune and fate seemed not to favor the band of assailants, however, because in mere moments another pair of K'tikaun soldiers wielding similar tools of devastation had appeared. Thankfully, the shots they sent out were wildly inaccurate owing either to the immense recoil of the weapons or else their own lack of familiarity with them.

Another pair of the allied warriors raised themselves from cover, firing hastily upon the gatling gunman, but failing to down their target before he had put them down. The time bought by the two did allow the Draelvasier marksman enough time to raise up, however, and send a shot piercing through the stomach of the defending warrior. If there were others with these immense weapons, and Osam was confident there were, they were hiding further within the facility grounds, taking up defensive vectors, and preparing to receive them.

"Advance. Stick to walls." He uttered, raising from hiding and leading the marauding band further into the trap.

Van Bri'tsyd