Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Late Evening Destruction - Dominion of Pammant

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: B
Posts: 7

The panic of all in the tram overwhelmed any quarrel among them. The Primarch enveloped himself in energy, disappearing from existence momentarily before rematerializing within the tram. He was hunched over, the tram was too small for his massive stature or the length of his Staff.

Lightning arced out form his open palm to the center-mass of the Officer, the Soldier behind him driving a knife into his back. Drek'ma howled in pain, forked tongue slithering between his teeth, pain reminding him of the Soldiers presence. He thrust his elbow back, knocking the Soldier against the tram as he turned on his heel.

He grabbed the soldier's by the throat, his long thin fingers grappling round his head like spider legs as he began to drain the life from the Soldier. He would be a husk by the time Drek'ma was done with him.

 

[Keldothera]

Objective: C
Post: Eight

The Sith lay there, grasping at his stomach in pain. He was already dead, but Kelda was a merciful one. And, frankly she wanted to try out the strange weapon. Keldothera ignited the lightsaber in her oversized hand, slashing the Sith from chest to scalp. He wasn't moving after that.

She hadn't been able to save the prisoners, but they hadn't ever been prisoners. It was just a ploy to draw someone important in. It amused her, this Sith didn't even get that. Just a lowly General and he still died.

She placed the saber in the straps above her exposed hip. She still hurt a little, it wasn't often a Baedurin experienced the sensation of painful heat. But lightsabers were an exception. A trophy worth remembering to be sure.

 

[Galak]

Objective: A
Post: Ten

Without any time for words, Galak and his forces moved to the Gunboats. They cut through the air with urgent speed toward the Dam, they had been closer than the Titan's forces. They arrived shortly after, looking down on the scarred battlefield below.

"Land us adjacent to the Chieftain's forces!" Galak spoke into his stone, his Gunboats diverting to the right side of the dam.

Galak rose from one of the seats, holding the triad by its upper handle as he pulled it up to his right hand to grasp the stock, stepping out from the Gunboat with a thud as his Juggernauts joined him among the Sith below.

"Fight! Fight for the Chieftain!" Galak called out, opening fire with the Triad at one of the mortars.

The metal machine exploded, lighting the Sith around it on fire. Galak let them burn.

 

[Osam]

Post 7
Objective B

The despair of their opponent manifested itself both in the application of the tripwire and in the subsequent traps that they discovered. Each one was unimpressive and sloppy, each easily discovered before it had managed to afflict even the slightest hint of damage to the invading forces. Osam was not a mechanical genius, but he was fairly confident that at least a couple of the traps would not have fired even if they had been triggered. Their enemy had swiftly found himself short on time, then, and had retreated into the inner sanctum of the vessel to seek sanctuary.

The bulkheads were warmer this far into the starship - there was little fear that they would accidentally expose themselves to the vacuum. With that knowledge in mind and the fact that the traps had become ineffective, the boarding party was able to rapidly maneuver through the remaining corridors. The Bridge of the vessel exposed itself a few moments later, protected by a set of metal doors that had been designed to keep out exposure to the vacuum, but not a dedicated and armed force. Osam thought that even a poorly equipped band of pirates might've been able to find a way through the door.

The Baedurin were able to tear the door from its hinges, sending it scattering to the ground, and there within the captain's chair was the individual who had forced them through his gauntlet. Osam wasn't familiar with the emotion that spread itself across his face, but he knew it was neither fear nor arrogance. Perhaps a sort of disappointment?

The expression vanished in a cloud of crimson with the fire of a rifle. The mighty hulk of a starship had been brought to a standstill. There would be no escape from Pammant.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: B
Posts: 8

The soldier slumped to the ground, no longer fitting his armour as he crumbled into a pile on the floor. The officer clung onto his burnt tissue, crawling into the corner. Those who had otherwise managed it into the tram were civilians.

They screamed as his head turned to face them. They knew death was but a thought away, his hand moving round the pulsing orb in the top of his Stave. From an extended palm life-draining tendrils arced from the Staff.

Their bodies withered into faded-brown bone, withered flesh. The officer was soiling himself in the corner, the Primarch took the blaster from the floor and fired into each of the Officer's knees.

Without a word, he teleported away with blaster discarded.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
Post: Eleven

Tathra activated his shield, bulldozing through turret fire before leaping up as a Sith ignited his saber, turning to face him. The two exchanged a glance as the Titan towered over him and his troopers, they all knew they were done for. They could only delay the inevitable but he had no doubt they would fight to the bitter end.

He could see it in their faces.

Tathra brought his Axe to bare, catching the blade in the hook of the Axe's blade, pushing it aside as his right foot shot out into the Sith's chest - the Knight audibly cried out as blood spewed from his mouth, kicking him back with such force, spine cracking as he was flung from the battlements.

As Galak's forces arrived, the Sith forces at the dam were quickly overwhelmed. Crushed under the iron fist of the Warlord and Chieftain working together.

Pammant would forevermore belong to the Bryn'adûl.