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Galak //

Maokai Bantam

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The Force propagated through the woman and she mustered the strength to bring herself up. Hrajlmak spun off her back and brought himself to his feet. Twice now his attacks had collided with a field. The armour she and the others were wearing protected them from blunt attacks. Hrajlmak couldn't help but be impressed. With distance between them and the playing field leveled again he reentered a combat stance. Dark blood spilled down the staff from his missing extremity. He bared his teeth and stared into the human eyes before him, infecting her mind with his own savage thoughts while he waited for an attack.

Galak · Apr 16, 2020

Objective A - Their Last Stand
Post: 3
Tags:

Maokai Bantam | Ever Dawnracer
Engaging:

Zak Dymo
Forces: Drones, Seekers, Savage Drones, Sirracus Wyrm, Brutes
Equipment: Glaive, Radesh Automatic, Bryn Shot

"Galak, we've found the caster and.. I don't know how to describe it, Marauder."

Galak looked to the air, seeing what appeared to be some strange fostering blackness had been cast. Field reports indicated the Shades had dissipated - no doubt the Caster was syphoning the strength from his previous tactic to empower whatever this strange maelstrom was. Galak raised his Gauntlet; speaking into the Stone.

"Brutes, push into the enemy lines. If that maelstrom wishes death upon us - it will take their own flesh and blood too. I will -"

Galak suddenly felt skiddish, a shard of the effect of Life Drain shivered down his spine, seemingly his body acutely remember the affect the battle of Kesh had had upon it. He could not blame his own gut for wishing to turn and run from the force generated storm. But this was indeed his duty, his duty as a Warrior and Marauder.

"- I will deal with the Caster. Fall out brethren! Fear not pain nor death!" That was Galak's last word on the topic as he levied the Automatic Rifle and headed in the supposed direction of the Caster.

Ever Dawnracer · Apr 17, 2020

Objective: A
Post: 5
Engaging:

Hrajlmak'Natok
Gear: In Signature

She was back to her feet in a singular swift motion, her entire body awash with the Force. Blades twirled in her hand as she regarded her immense foe. The blood that leached from his wound didn't surprise her. The fact that he didn't seem to care about trying to stem it normally would have but she was too focused on the situation to care enough about what she'd done to him. The wound had been swift and so the amount of energy she'd stolen from him hadn't been that great, but it was enough to where she and the Ahktar both thirsted for more of it. Not in a villainous way, but in the sense that this being was their enemy and the Force wanted him stopped.

A feeling began to intrude on her mind, then. It wasn't a pleasant one and she realized immediately what the beast was doing. Just like other creatures of darkness it sought to impede her by assaulting her mind. This was the way. When they realized that their physical prowess was not as great as they thought it was, they sought to bend the mind. Unfortunately for the monstrosity, he was fighting a Matukai, and they were well accustomed to such unpleasantness. Much of their training was centered on fighting off such things. Eventually, when Duru was ready, her tattoo that she was due for would help protect her from such as this, just as the meditation bands had done for the Matukai in ancient days.

As it was, she stood several meters opposite of the beast, blades twirling in her hands, though she didn't advance, she just pushed back against his intrusion by creating a black hole of nothingness in her mind for him to fall into. This fight was physical, and she was alright with putting it on hold until he realized that. All he did was strengthen her by delaying.

Tathra Khaeus · Apr 17, 2020

It seemed as though the Titan misread his opponents approach, the Jedi stopped just beyond the reach of the Long-Axe and struck the weapon with a telekinetic push, the weapon responded in irritation - it was bound to its master and fought to remain in the Titan's grasp.

His right hand crossed the distance to the mid-length of the Long-Axe's shaft as he allowed the force pushes momentum to persuade the shift of the Axe and using it to his aid. Tathra stepped back with his left foot, standing with his chest now pointed away from the Jedi, creating more room as the upper-length of the Long-Axe went to Tathra's right, pushed by the telekinetic strike; the lower half of the shaft was swung round by his right hand in an arcing strike at the Jedi's right side.

Regardless of whether the strike found purchase, his dominant hand relinquished grasp of the Long-Axe in the midst of the swing; coming low to defend.

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Jend-Ro Quill

Jend-Ro Quill · Apr 17, 2020

Quill stepped in, left side forward, and brought both sabers up in parallel. The haft strike smashed against the fortes of his blades. The Force gave him the strength to keep all three weapons from hitting him - but it sure didn't confer him any mass. The strike blasted him off his feet. For the second time in as many minutes, Quill tumbled across the enclave's chilly front lawn.

He skidded up to his feet, maybe five meters away, and squinted. The axe haft's composition was a mystery - a beskar alloy maybe. It had at least some saber resistance and Force presence. Force Light might work, but he didn't have the time or focus to spare just now.

Instead he flicked out his left hand and sent his T-shaped Ren saber whirling toward Tathra's knees and feet in a corkscrewing helix. An injury down there could slow Tathra if Quill had to run - or maybe Tathra would jump above it, putting himself in midair and limiting his mobility.

Tathra Khaeus

Van Bri'tsyd · Apr 18, 2020

OBJECTIVE A - The Last Stand
ABOARD: The Voidwalker
DEFENDING:

Maokai Bantam and civilians
ATTACKERS -

Galak

Primarch Drek'ma

The frigate sized ship appeared out of nowhere above the small communications center. Observing cloaked from orbit it had received the desperate calls and was had flown down to answer. As it appeared dozens of old Vendetta droids equipped with cryo rounds flew from the cargo bay and laced into the oncoming hoard. As they did a squadron of beat up AR-Wings roared out from the hanger and dropped heavy anti infantry bombs upon the reeling wave of bio-killing machines. Antimissile Octlets and Quad lasers, weapons designed for anti ship warfare pummeled the unholy horde while massive plasma cannons targeted the largest creatures. As the ship fought on its only shuttle slowly flew down and landed in the communication stations court yard.

High above over the ship's PA the ships captain began to bark ordered to the scared aliens below. "Women and Children first, load up we will hold them off for as long as we can."

Zak Dymo · Apr 20, 2020

Objective A
Wearing: Armor of Boo | Terentatek Ring
Wielding: Broodica's Grimoire | Azi the Amphistaff | Lightsaber
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Galak

"Woyunoks hadzuska koshûjontû."

Fear.

It was his favorite emotion. Fear had been a constant companion growing up in the Coruscant Undercity. Fear of starving to death on the street. Fear of being discovered by a rival street gang. Fear of being exterminated by one of the so-called cleaning crews that would periodically cleanse the Undercity. Living under the reign of the One Sith, fear had followed the Pantoran where ever he went.

Then the Knights of Ren had shown him that fear could be harnessed. That had only been the start, however. Zambrano the Hutt had shown him that fear would be wielded. It was a most versatile asset. Fear could be subtle as a knife in the dark or as blunt as a bomb that had gone off.

Most who fell to the Dark Side channeled their anger, the sum of so much sanctimonious wrath. But not him. Boo preferred fear. And it was fortunate that the Bryn'adul supplied that in no short supply. The Pantoran tapped that wellspring of fear permeating the planet and then reached back through the Dark Side with a summoning.

And the darkness answered.

The shade emerged from out of the swirling shadows. It was vaguely humanoid, yet truly alien to behold. Its screams pierced not the ear, but rather the minds of those who heard its bloodcurdling cry.

The amphistaff coiled and slithered around the boy's slight frame. Book in hand, the Primeval summoner used his free hand to gesture toward the Bryn'adul that was before him.

Turning his head toward where

Maokai Bantam seemed to be ushering refugees in a last ditch escape, the boy said, "I'll try to keep them off your back."

Maokai Bantam · Apr 20, 2020

OBJECTIVE A - The Last Stand
Kit- in Bio and CRYO-GUN from this post and offered to defenders by

Jend-Ro Quill
ATTACKERS -

Galak

Primarch Drek'ma
Allies -

Zak Dymo /

Van Bri'tsyd

That black and red ship was the most beautiful thing mako had ever seen. As the droids and fighters poured from it he was relieved to get the help of the young-looking blue kid doing all the dark space magic. Giving the universal sign of thanks (the thumbs up) he began directing the Human and Weequay farmers toward the waiting shuttle.

As the mass of humanity made a final sprint toward salvation Mako spotted the same child from earlier in the day. He was kneeling on the ground crying over a fallen woman. The young judge could only imagine who that person was the Bryn'adul Brute that was moving up begin the masses. As it leveled it's large bladed weapon at the child he had no choice but to jump back into the fray to try and save the child. Already exhausted from the non-stop moving retreat he forced his body to move with what little force he had left and expended he last cryo round into the soldier.

Heavily armed the shot sizzled against the fierce warrior but didn't fall him. Staggering back the beast of a warrior dropped his weapon but didn't even fall to a knee. Using the force he pulled the smoking weapon to his had and dove forward into the armored berserker driving the blades into its' chest armor. To his surprise, the Bryn didn't fall or flinch. Instead, it roared with anger and grabbed the mako by the throat. The heat from the beast began to burn his exposed neck and in a last resort move he pulled the trigger of the spiker at point-blank range.

The weapon came to life and on full auto shreaded a hole into the warrior, its' molten shards relentlessly tearing into the race that made it. The rest of the evacuation was a blur, ducking and diving the few drones and other attackers that made it to the shuttle. The last thing he remembers if someone pulling him onto evacuation shuttle, and a medic cutting away the Bryn'adul weapon that had seared itself to its flesh. As darkness came over him he hoped he had done enough, for he had nothing left to give.

Hrajlmak'Natok · Apr 21, 2020

Objective: A
Post: 5
Units:

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Galak //

Maokai Bantam

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Hrajlmak's hand ached with the dull pain of a lost finger. He could feel that not just blood was pouring from the wound, but streams of his own being. Fatigue whispered in his bones but the Force and the Primarch's influence over the battlefield pushed it far back. Now, with the human and himself locked in renewed combat, he felt good as new.

The suit was a problem. Hrajlmak had failed to kill every trooper he came across, this human included simply because of this heretical technology. It blocked blunt trauma and seemed indifferent to flames. A problem indeed. After brief analysis a conclusion was reached in the Shaman's mind. He stormed toward the woman in a fast walk. A few steps away he stretched out his free hand and spewed an intense stream of red inferno at the human's face, tracking any movement she made. Once close enough he immediately gripped his staff at its lower end and swung for her midriff. It reached far enough to, in Hrajlmak's mind, make a simple rear dash impossible and low enough to count out a duck. If she were jump, he would have her in the perfect place, the air, for a spinning kick.

Ever Dawnracer · Apr 21, 2020

Objective: A
Post: 6
Engaging:

Hrajlmak'Natok
Gear: In Signature

What the beast viewed as heretical technology she viewed as a modern marvel. Not only had it so far protected her from every kinetic attack thrown at her, but it also wasn't even scratched. It was hard to think of any armor out there that could perform as well as it had against these monstrosities. Suffice to say, she was glad that she'd discovered them when searching through the old research base below her home. She was certain that without it she'd already been in a world of pain at this point, or had to unveil her reality as a Matukai much sooner than she'd intended to. It had already come earlier than expected.

The beast came towards her, unleashing a flame at her head. She tilted as far to the side as she could, and the metal of her helm on the right side of her head took the heat instead. It melted away rather easily, revealing a passively calm face beneath, and eyes that stared smoothly as her opponent came in towards her. If he looked closely, he'd see the metal was already repairing itself, reforming back into the helm it had once been, just as laminanium was meant to do. Another marvel of technological advancement. The metal could melt and reform at a wide variety of temperatures, making it suitable for just such an encounter.

His staff came in and she didn't try and stop it, instead strengthening her core on that side of her body, she again stepped towards him. The weapon made it through the shield that protected her from such attacks. It would seem that the previous round, where he'd flung himself atop her, had given the shield about as much as it could handle, even more so when she had pushed him up off of her. It slammed into her side with a strike that would have thrown a normal person for a loop, but barely caused her to shuffle a bit to the side. A lot of the impact was absorbed by her armor, but the majority of it was born by her strengthening her body with the Force. She'd have a nasty bruise later.

The arm on the side he'd slammed his staff into began to quickly wrap itself around the weapon in an attempt to pin it to the side of her body. Not one for taking an overabundance of risks, she would pit her strength, enhanced by the Force, against his an attempt to force him into a short-range battle. One that favored her and her blades.

Tathra Khaeus · Apr 21, 2020

The the Jedi was knocked back, a small distance between them that Tathra could cover in seconds. Though the Titan was not given the opportunity, from the left hand of the Jedi a lightsaber whipped through the air, coming for his right side. The Titan held the Jedi in his periphery as his focus temporarily shifted to the incoming saber, his right hand held the upper length of the Axe's shaft; fingers covered by the hand guard as he aimed the length of the shaft outward, angling low as he thrust slightly as the Saber came, striking the blade and sending the weapon flying a dozen metres to the right, and back toward Quill.

Tathra switched to his left hand as a primary grip, jogging toward Quill. He'd have to try harder than that, far harder. This fight would be over soon, and Quill would die.

This was inevitable.

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Jend-Ro Quill

Hrajlmak'Natok · Apr 21, 2020

Objective: A
Post: 6
Units:

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Galak //

Maokai Bantam
Engaging: Ever Dawnracer

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To his surprise, the armour's shield made no appearance. The staff made perfect connection. More surprising, the human hardly moved, instead pinning the staff to her side. Hrajlmak kept his grip and stared into where he assumed her eyes were. Voicelessly he disregarded his order to leave this particular human alone. Hrajlmak stood his ground while spiker rounds came flying in her direction and savage drones came leaping towards her. He would overwhelm her. He would kill her. And with this leader of the field gone, the Bryn'adul could move on unimpeded.

Ever Dawnracer · Apr 21, 2020

Objective: A
Post: 7
Engaging:

Hrajlmak'Natok and his army
Gear: See signature

Her free hand whipped around and engaged the blade it held with the holster on her back, which left her hand free to reach down and grab the scutum from her belt. The fact that things had seemingly changed wasn't lost on her. Though her head hadn't moved, her eyes had and she noticed the change as enemies began to converge on their position and weapons fire followed suit. He seemed to have little regard for his own life, or every confidence that his troops would aim true and not strike him. It mattered little to her because they were coming either way, and she was given little choice in her next move. Stay, and die for nothing other than a showpiece, or move on and try again with what she'd learned.

"Execute withdrawal maneuvers," she said into her communicator.

Any of the rangers still alive would begin their retreat, which meant withdrawal to the ship hidden beneath the ground in the distance. She doubted many of them were still alive, but she didn't doubt that they'd taken a number of beasties with them in the process of defending the planet. The more they killed the better. A force of about one hundred had stood against a tide and done some damage. That, plus the knowledge she had now in facing them, would make their next engagement have a better outcome.

The scutum activated just in time, stopping a few rounds from striking her. She quickly released his staff and sprang to the side, her muscles tensing barely perceptibly before hand. Staying to fight was a foolish task so she turned to flee. One arm rising to place the scutum at her back as she did so. The village wasn't far and she could lose them there before entering an escape tunnel.

As a parting gift, she activated the loudspeakers again, wondering if it would antagonize him after her.

"Perhaps next time you won't choose such a cowardly act as your final move, creature. You lack the skills to beat me. What will happen when you face someone stronger?"

Galak · Apr 21, 2020

Objective A - Their Last Stand
Post: 4
Tags:

Maokai Bantam | Ever Dawnracer
Engaging:

Zak Dymo
Forces: Drones, Seekers, Savage Drones, Sirracus Wyrm, Brutes
Equipment: Glaive, Radesh Automatic, Bryn Shot

When Galak approached the child caster, a creature born of smoke was summoned; a strange unfamiliar shape that seemingly stared at him with no eyes. The Marauder felt a familiar sensation of numbness, not too different to what he had experienced when struck by the Death Fields tendril on Kesh. But this did not drain him, it merely made his body grow stiff from a synthetic sensation of fear.

His mind practised defence, training regiments and Haka mantra and chants flooding his mind to shield his senses from the force. He would not be so easily claimed.

The Brute struggled to raise his rifle, falling to one knee. He grunted, roared in frustration as he levied the weapon. He would not be stopped, defeated by ethereal powers as he was then. With great effort, the Brute fired off his entire magazine at the Child, his finger seemingly unable to pull itself from the trigger.

Jend-Ro Quill · Apr 21, 2020

The thrown saber whipped back to Quill's free hand as Tathra started jogging across the intervening space. Digging deep for instinct, Quill leaped back to maintain distance and brought up his crossed sabers. Stray plasma crackled around their intersection and brightened radically.

Brilliant Force light cast long, stark shadows in the grass. The radiance washed out colour from the torn-up lawn and silhouetted Tathra against the wrecked enclave, even larger than life.

Tathra clearly had some degree of Force resistance. Force light made for a decent way to test the extent of it. If Tathra had the Dark Side in or about him, Quill meant to burn it. The Force moved darkly around a being bent on murder, and bent certainly described Tathra's murder record.

Tathra Khaeus

Hrajlmak'Natok · Apr 23, 2020

Objective: A
Post: 6
Units:

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Galak //

Maokai Bantam
Engaging: Ever Dawnracer

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His enemy quickly activated a shield and bounded away. Her antagonizing words left him seething. In Hrajlmak's mind he had no choice. Wasting no time he roared and sprinted after her. His force imbued agility and massive legs closed the gap quickly. He refused to be denied the kill, much less be taunted with failure. Within seconds he was almost within arms reach. Once close enough he pushed the shield attached to her back in an effort to add to her momentum and throw her to the floor.

Ever Dawnracer · Apr 23, 2020

Objective: A
Post: 8
Engaging:

Hrajlmak'Natok
Gear: See signature

Well, it worked better than she expected. It wasn't long before she could feel him coming towards her, catching up to her, even as she raced for the town. Having expected him to come after her didn't really matter much when he had proved as fast as he was. Strange for a being of such size to be so incredibly quick. The gravity on the world they came from must have been great to make it so easy for them to move on a normal gravity world. She would have been impressed if she hadn't been sent tumbling when he pushed on her back as he had.

Given her own speed was increased, a fall such as the one she experienced sent her bouncing and rolling a good distance. She didn't just faceplate in front of him for a kill shot. In fact, she tumbled right through the side of a building built of the local wood, sending shards of it escaping all directions, and came to rest against the opposite exterior wall from which she'd entered. Somehow she'd managed to keep hold of the blade in her hand, and her body absorbed most of the impact, but she was certain she had at least one broken rib from the roll and probably another from when he'd slammed his staff into her. Through the Force she could ignore the pain, though.

Even though she was disoriented, she rose and grabbed her other blade once again. She was going to continue running, but she expected him to be right behind her so she was going to have to fend him off and make an opening before escaping again. Ahh well, she thought. That's life.

Hrajlmak'Natok · Apr 24, 2020

Objective: A
Post: 7
Units:
Spoiler
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Galak //