Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Returning to the Fold | Dominion of Hex below Sraeljoarsk

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: B
Post: One
Tags: Keldothera | Sethrak | Tathra Khaeus | Phantrx | Krarolk T'manu |

"Heed me, my brothers and sisters!" Drek'ma spoke load and proud, speaking to a large crowd of Draelvasier in the Fractured Axe's mess hall. He had gathered those who would listen, and he would try his utmost to sway the public opinion.

"This is indeed a time of crisis, but it is also a time to rejoice. Conflict, loss - it is not a sign of weakness! Weakness is shown when one ignores loss. The Chieftain has worked tirelessly to undo these tragedies!" The Primarch needed them to see, needed them to heed his words or death would come to them all.

"We wish not for death at the heels of the incompetent! We don't want to try to prolong the lead of the weak!" One called from the crowd.

"Would any of you challenge him openly? This? This open rebellion, this foolishness is NOT our way! This betrays the strength of our covenant, our unity."

 

[Galak]

Objective: B
Tags: Primarch Drek'ma | Keldothera | Phantrx | Krarolk T'manu |

Galak had went with the Primarch to board the Fractured Axe. He wasn't much for speaking, he was waiting - watching. He checked and rechecked his turret. He felt sick in the pit of his stomach, felt like the world had been turned on its head.

He hated it, the uncertainty. He wanted to keep his people safe but it seemed like no matter how hard he tried it didn't matter what he did - death always came, whether at the hands of their own or at the hands of the weak.

The only thing he was good for was getting in between angry fools.

"Damn this all Primarch, don't cause any fights." He whispered, looking out over the crowd. He was ready to get involved if any fights happened.

Hell, he expected them to.

 

[Keldothera]

Post: Three
Tags: Phantrx |
Objective: A

She appreciated the professional protection offered by the Zealot Phantrx. But she wouldn't need it, not here - not now. It didn't take long for them to find Fartasa. And when she did, Keldatha's heart sank. She was leading the mutiny among the Brutes on the ship. Or so she was to believe. As General Keldothera and Phantrx entered the mess hall.

They saw the Primarch giving his speeech at the podium, at the otehr end of the mess hall, Fartasa was speaking to the others - whom were coincidentally not listening to the Shaman Leader. She shot daggers at the Emissary, flailing about like a fool whilst his inferior spoke. A fool. She would seek out the ugliness if others would not.

"Grenadier Fartasa." She spoke, loud and proud. She would not hide her allegiance, that was not their way.

"General." The Grenadier spoke, turning to face Keldothera. "Come to join us?"

Kelda couldn't believe what she was hearing.

 

[Osam]

Post 3
Objective A

A plan was determined within an acceptable timeline. Of course, it seemed that some had already gone ahead to communicate with the members of the fledgling rebels, but that didn't mean that their plan had come too late. There were ways to transmit information between the ships in spite of the absence of a courier. Nevertheless, each member of the hidden cabal pledged to do their best to enact the plan in its entirety. Those Risen who possessed squadrons under their commands would file new Sraelvun under their ranks, and procure the standard equipment that was often handed out to the Drones they led.

Afterwards, any who were sent onto the vessel would do their utmost to locate the Risen aboard, and ferry them back to the fold under the guise of being simple Sraelvun warriors. It seemed unlikely that many of their peers would have grown so accustomed to the physiological differences of those beneath them as to warrant investigation, and besides, it was always possible to utilize other aspects of the Sraelvun to better sell the deception - different markings and scars could be used as a symbol of tribal belonging.

Even as the message was sent out through trusted channels, and by messengers whose ulterior motives of rescue were hidden behind a facade of blind obedience, the Major set about the work of preparing a berth for any captives they rescued. He couldn't partake in the mission himself, because he was the First, and for all of the glory-seeking that he did in order to demonstrate that he deserved his position, he was a prime target for curiosity among the other Draelvasier.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: B
Post: Two
Tags: Keldothera | Phantrx | Galak |

The Primarch turned away from the podium, giving what small acknowledgement he could whilst not giving the crowd a chance to cause uproar. He had challengers among the audience, and the Emissary poking him in the back was of no help.

"Sit there like a lap dog while you can Emissary, some time soon you might be expected to do your duty." Drek'ma spat back at him, not waiting for a response for the socially dull-witted Emissary. Drek'ma turned to the crowd once again as responses came to him.

"We won't be alive to challenge him if we continue his campaign!" A stray voice came from the Juggernauts of the crew.

"No single life is too precious, too great for our truth to be shared! Our Chieftain submits his life as forfiet on every battlefield same. This is our duty, we will lose battles. But the war WILL be ours."

 

[Phantrx]

Post: Three
Tags: Keldothera
Objective: A

Phantrx quickly moved along by the side of Keldothera. They met a large opened room with hundreds of Drael hailing a leader atop a podium. That was the one, the one that could possibly be making all the situations go bad. Phantrx turned to see where the General was watching, after all, he was the one protecting Keldothera, so he needed to watch where she was.

Although, in the back of his mind, Phantrx knew that he should be watching everywhere, he traced the gaze of Keldothera to the Emissary, before a hailing voice came from who seemed to be the Grenadier that the General was on about.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. The audacity for her to be asking them to join their side was overwhelming to Phantrx. Despite knowing that he meant nothing more than an assassin to the Bryn, he would still never turn. He long awaited the day he was actually recognised by the Bryn for the work he had done, and was still doing.

Phantrx let out a grunt, and turned to Keldothera, he moved his hand out in front of her, as if to tell her not to go up, but she was the General after all, and he had to follow orders...

 

[Ostak Cl'mana]

Post: IV
Objective: B
Equipment: Ceremonial Shaman robes
Tags: Sethrak | Tathra Khaeus

As the Shipmaster continued to deliberate, Ostak resumed his flow of conversation.
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"I do not think that your deviance is unforgivable, and I do not believe the Chieftain sees it that way either. However, if you are to reconcile with your kin, then you must do it soon. I felt a diverse array of emotions among your crew - not all of them will stand with your actions. If you wish to prevent a mutiny, then you must act soon. The lives of your crew depend on it."

"I'll let the other delegates here with me take their stand now." concluded Ostak, stepping back towards the room's entrance.

In reality, this Shipmaster would likely be marked and observed by Enforcers of the Tachael-Vemnak for the rest of his life. Even that would be an optimistic outcome, considering how large of a disruption the Shipmaster made within the Draelvasier. The most likely outcome for the Shipmaster would be that he returned to the Draelvasier herd and was publicly forgiven, only to "vanish" at the hands of a Blood Enforcer a week after his return. After all, such a high priority deviation would certainly warrant the use of the brainwashed supersoldiers of the Vemnak.

But Ostak knew that Shipmaster Kol'beld likely had no knowledge of such covert operations, and would not have any until a bullet was through his skull.

​

 

[Sethrak]

Ostak Cl'mana Tathra Khaeus ​

He'd been prompted, now he would speak.​

This time, the Shaman was right. The course of action wasn't wise. A mutiny was near, and if the Shipmaster didn't speak to Tathra, his death would result. The Warlock had thought carefully over what he would say, deciding in the end that he would simply say what he thought. If the others thought he was a traitor, so be it. He had saved Tathra. He had fought with them like any other Drael. They would soon face the same situation, torn between death with loyalty, or death without. If they chose the latter, Sethrak would aid them. While his faith in Tathra was still existent, he would not watch as those who didn't have the patience of Sethrak died.​

"Shipmaster. I am Sethrak. As a Warlock, I have seen many battles. I was at Yurb. I was there at Ylesia, in fact it was I that saved our leader. I understand your fears. I do not ask you to dwell in the past. Your choice may have been hasty, however it was not uncalled for. We all have questioned the Titan at some point. His recent failures have set off a new wave of uncertainty. Defeat is foreign to us, I know. ​

That being said, your actions are treasonous. There are many among us that wish to harm you as we speak." He motioned toward the Shaman slightly as he said those words. ​

"Therefore, my suggestion to you, is to wait. Meet Tathra. Let him pass his judgement. I will urge him to show mercy this once. In return, you will show him loyalty. You will follow his commands to the last breath. In the end, your actions are yours alone. May the force give you strength, brother."​

With that, he stepped back, and awaited the shipmaster's reply. ​

May The Force Give You Strength Brother​

He had thought of that last second. The Force was the source of his strength, without it, he'd be a shell of what he is in combat. He had never heard a Bryn say anything about the force guiding, or being with anyone. It was something the Jedi said..."May the Force Be With You". He had stolen it...they were too weak to deserve the force anyways. He added "Strength", and took out "Be with you". It sounded weak, feeble, pathetic. The force was with everything from what the Warlock knew. However, only the few were blessed to be strengthened by it.​

They were naturally chosen. Again, he found himself wondering why the leader of the Bryn should be someone who couldn't command the Force. If it naturally picked individuals, shouldn't they be the ones to lead? It seemed to be basic logic. Those gifted with power should reach out and take it.​

He would question Tathra today on the matter.​

 

[Vertask]

Post: 3
Objective: (shrug)
Tag: Tathra Khaeus

It was supposed to be a simple mission. In and out look important, don't let any harm come to her charge. She felt the titans energy, the want for blood and slaughter. To be fair she felt the same, the want for blood and combat. This was not one of those situations, she hopped that they would see sense and do what was best for the whole and not for themselves
"I will follow your lead and by loyal in your judgment." She waits still on her knees and waiting for further commands. To be fair she didn't have much to do until they got there.

 

[Keldothera]

Post: Four
Tags: Phantrx
Objective: A

At last, the treachery was revealed. It hurt her heart to hear a fellow Drael, and a friend talking in such abhorrent ways. She moved to speak, but the weary Assassin put himself between her and the Grenadier. She stopped, but did not look his way. She was angry and Phantrx getting in the way didn't help, but she knew it wasn't his fault. Just coincidence.

"At ease, Phantrx. Watch my back will you? I have this." Kelda gently moved his arm aside, walking forward and toward the Grenadier.

Kelda removed her helm, her golden skin revealed as her amber eyes stared down at the smaller Baedurin female.

"Join you? Join those that cause descent and weaken us?"

"Tathra's actions have caused descent als-" Rage bubbled over reason or thought as Kelda struck out, a flash of a fist knocked the Grenadier on her back. Her companions with weapons in their hands, eager to step forward.

But no doubt, Phantrx was an obvious deterrent. "How dare you speak his name, how dare you blacken our Chieftain with your tenabrak tongue! I TRUSTED you Fertesa, I shared my mate with you. You taint me!" Anger and shame bubbled to the surface, monogamy was not common among the Drael but that did not mean polygamy was accepted.

She could feel her eye-ducts swell, teeth bared. "His failures were upon the path to success, all you and your mutinous friends have achieved is distraction and descent. NOTHING."

 

[Primal Architect]

The words of both the Shaman and Warlock rested heavily on the shoulders of the Shipmaster, he did not want his kin to die. Kol'beld reclined slightly, his head dipping between his shoulders as the sudden realisation struck him. He'd been a fool, and they all knew it. He should not have encouraged Fertesa and the others. He should not have stifled their border patrols, should not have made his home vulnerable.

He sighed, deeply. But still he was defiant. But that did not make him right nor Tathra and his lackeys right. But perhaps being right all the time was not a Chieftains duty... he did not know. Kol just wanted what was best for his artificers, his crew.

"I nor anyone aboard this ship could stop him from getting to this command deck.. I ... will speak with him. But please, I want to live. I just want my kin to prosper. I don't want to die for this, protect me - please."

Tags: Sethrak | Tathra Khaeus | Vertask | Ostak Cl'mana |

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Three
Objective: C [ARRIVAL]
Tags: Ostak Cl'mana | Vertask | Sethrak |

The Honour Guard stand in was loyal, truly so. It gave him some comfort, but to know as their vessel docked that he would be surrounded by vultures, traitors. It unnerved him, but he also knew that there were those who were loyal and had came here on his behalf. He was grateful for them, and every Draelvasier that had been born from him. Of course, his children would choose their own paths. That was the way of the universe, and it was a cruel thing - he would be the one who would have to snuff them out. The gunboat landed, the troupe of Honour Guards lining the extending pad as the Titan disembarked with the female Honour Guard at his side.

"This one comes with me. Guard the ship." His voice was calm, controlled. But - that betrayed the rumbas beat of his heart, rampant and afraid in his chest.

Every misstep could've been the end, but now there was to be no misstep. He had to face himself truly, and recognise that he could fail, but ultimately he would fail if he did not try. He had to, and that was all to be said on the matter. The Titan steeled himself as they reached the elevator, escorted by a trio of guards.

He turned to Vertask, a final order to be given; "Do not act nor speak upon entry. You are to be a sentinel, watch for any.. the violent interruption."

 

[Sethrak]

Primal Architect Ostak Cl'mana
Objective: Convince the Shipmaster to meet Tathra

It was revealed. The flood of guilt and fear hit Sethrak like a brick. He caught it. He knew it was coming.

This was a con of being able to search the mind of an individual. Search too deep, and a sudden change could hit the seeker, affecting them, and leaving their thoughts in disarray. The Shipmaster had concealed his true emotions. The realization that he had messed up, and his life was in peril made him break his guard.

He was panicking.

His plea exited his mouth, reaching Sethrak's ears. He knew the Titan would reach him. He now begged Sethrak to protect him from the Titan's wrath. Sethrak would. He didn't know how, but he would. Tathra, wise and old, needed a lesson. He couldn't lead by fear every time. To show mercy here would be to show forgiveness, and understanding. On the other hand, the way he was likely thinking, if he didn't punish the shipmaster, it would encourage more rebellion. He would look weak.

The Bryn'Adûl Empire was divided. It was so obvious it could be felt in the very air he breathed. These were dangerous times.

"It is you that must face him. You must explain your actions. I will keep him from taking your life before you speak. After you have said your piece, you are at his mercy."

The Warlock had said all that needed to be said. Now, it would be up to the shipmaster to handle his own problems. What he didn't say was that he would not allow Tathra to kill the shipmaster. The knowledge was kept from him as a lesson. If the shipmaster knew that The Warlock was going to intervene, he would not learn anything. This way, he will know that he must fight his own battles. He will know to act cautiously next time he thinks of mutiny. Finally, he would know that Tathra can be reasoned with.

If the Titan were to attempt anything, then the shipmaster would see that Sethrak is merciful. He would respect him.

More importantly, it would reveal to Sethrak what he truly needed to know. It would show him that Tathra must be replaced. A leader that doesn't respect his own people is not a leader at all.

The Titan's actions would decide the future of The Bryn'Adûl.

 

[Phantrx]

Post: Four
Tags: Keldothera
Objective: B

Phantrx had traced Keldothera this far, but he knew that a new objective would soon be arriving. After the Shipmaster finally decided he would take a meeting with the Chieftain, as he spoke out loud in front of everyone to hear them, Phantrx knew it was only so long before the Chieftain arrived. He had waited his whole life to be noticed as an assassin, and maybe today wasn't going to be the day that this was achieved for Phantrx, but he knew one thing, he needed to get to the shadows, to await the arrival of the Chieftain.

Phantrx looked over to Keldothera, and with open eyes, whispered "I'm getting to the shadows, signal me if there is any disruption you need help with, I'm ready and waiting". Luckily for Phantrx, the slight muttering and murmuring of the crowd discussing the arrival of the Chieftain drowned out the whisper to a point where only Keldothera would be able to hear, he hoped.

And with this, he quickly walked away, shoving through the crowd, using one arm to part his way through the crowd, and his other clutching a dagger, in case anything was to go bad. He continued shoving his way through to the edge of the crowd, where he began to meet the corner of the room, with a platform that led to a small overhang, barely lower than the ceiling itself.

He was lucky to be heading away from the Shipmaster, the current centre of attention, so he could climb and jump his way up to the top with relative ease and silence. He jumped up the first platform, before using a long ladder up to the ceiling. He sat and hid atop his platform, right where he belonged, ready for the arrival of the most important Drael he'd ever rest his eyes upon. And damn did he have to rest his eyes on him, otherwise, there might just be nothing of Phantrx left to come out of this place.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: B
Post: Three
Tags: Keldothera | Galak | Phantrx |

The room seemed to be shifting toward his side, the opinions of those who held fear were being called out. Arguments were erupting among the crowd, communication would bring light to whom the true tenabraks were among them. Or perhaps, a fist would. On the other end of the room, a General that have arrived with them had just made quite the inimate confession, confronting what appeared to be a ring leader.

Regardless of the hurt indeed felt by the General; he had to use it. It was a tool, as were all things.

"Look to the pain caused, in this loyal subject. The way of the tenabrak is disloyalty. Not only to our Chieftain, but to ourselves. To our kin!" Drek'ma spoke passionately, he had to win them over or Tathra would likely have them all killed.

He turned, whispering to Galak; "Help me you skag."

 

[Galak]

Objective: B
Tags: Krarolk T'manu | Phantrx | Primarch Drek'ma | Keldothera |

Galak rose from his seated position, as much as the Primarch was pushing him to do something, he'd remained quiet for a reason. More than anything he wished to listen, listening to the issues raised by those aboard the Fractured Axe. He didn't believe they'd simply became turncoats and wanted to divide and weaken the species. In truth, they'd been conquered by fear.

He rose when violence occurred, the large but quiet Baedurin descended from the raised platform with the podium as he started to make his way through the crowd. He had been undermined by Drek'ma but he was partially right. He wasn't doing his duty, not truly.

As he reached the circle forming around the General Keldothera and the drael she had struck, two stocky Baedurin put themselves between him and entry into the situation.

"Move or you will be moved." He barked, the two thinking for a moment before getting out of his way. Kelda was screaming at the fallen female baedurin, a quick summary of their history that was quite embarrassing for the General.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: B
Post: Four
Tags: Keldothera | Galak | Phantrx |

The Primarch watched, as did the ret of the crowd. They all saw what was going on, Keldothera's traitorous lover was alone, whilst as quickly as conflict arose an Emissary no less moved to support the General. The fear had divided them.

"Look with your own eyes, this heresy has replaced unity with fear. Fertesa stands alone, whilst an Emissary - hand of Khaeus. Unity, we stand strongest together. Please, for your own sakes - rejoin us. The Chieftain is on his way to settle this matter with the Shipmaster, let us appear unified before them." He had felt it.

The arrival of the Chieftain sent a shockwave of energy through the force, uncertain and unpredictable, no doubt the other force users among them would feel this as well. Tathra was unhinged today, they needed to unify or he'd rampage through this crowd of fearful kin without a second thought. His eyes shifted to the General and the ring leader, the outcome would determine whether this would become more easy or more difficult.

It seemed as though the crowd gathered agreed, all eyes turning to the Emissary, General and ringleader and away from him. Whilst Galak had sat idle, he'd chosen the perfect time to throw his weight around.

 

[Ostak Cl'mana]

Post: V
Objective: B
Equipment: Ceremonial Shaman robes
Tags: Sethrak | Tathra Khaeus

Ostak observed the Warlock just as carefully as he did the Shipmaster.
​

While most of the Warlock's words were in the right place, something about them unsettled Ostak and awakened the Tachael-Vemnak agent hidden within him. While it was a short phrase that Ostak himself nearly missed, his years of observation and interpretation skills had drawn his attention to one statement made by the Warlock. He seemed to believe that the Shipmaster's actions were "not uncalled for", implying that the Warlock might have also deviated if put in the Shipmaster's position. However, such an interpretation alone was insufficient grounds to accuse an individual of heresy. Still, his suspicions were raised. As much as he supported the Warlock's call for a peaceful negotiation with the Chieftain, it was urgent that the Warlock and Shipmaster be prevented from having a private meeting. Perhaps Ostak would send an Enforcer to observe their actions after negotiations were complete.

After all, the roots of treason were not cut early on, they would eventually spread into a great and terrible vine, choking everything it touches.

"I agree with the Warlock." stated Ostak, stepping forwards parallel to the Warlock who had just spoken. "If you personally meet with the Chieftain and hold yourself accountable for your actions, then there are very few instances where you will face punishment. Along with the Warlock, I will ensure that you safely reach an audience with the Chieftain. I think I can sense him through the Force now - he's close by."

Surely enough, Ostak could feel a powerful presence approaching their room. When he arrived, the Shaman would carefully observe and create notes on the Chieftain's judgement of the Shipmaster.

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[Primal Architect]

"I don't believe reaching an audience will be necessary... he's on the elevator. Right now." A half-hidden gulp from the Shipmaster echoed across the room as Kol sat upright in his chair, hands gripping the ends of the armrests as his eyes hung on the slowly moving motors of the elevation shaft.

He could almost feel the churning wheels in his mind, the anxiety shared by the artificer officers on deck. It all felt... helpless, whether he walked away today or not depended on the mood of their Chieftain.

But.. he had been wrong to betray him.

Perhaps he deserved this.

Kol steeled himself for what was to come, one way or another just judgement was coming for him. Delivered by the mighty Titan himself.

Tags: Ostak Cl'mana | Vertask | Tathra Khaeus | Sethrak |

 

[Keldothera]

Post: Five
Tags: Phantrx | Primarch Drek'ma | Galak |
Objective: A

Fertesa rose, locking arms with the Kelda. They both knew her to be the stronger, but even so Fertesa threw herself into a brawl. Quickly, she overpowered her, grasping with clenched hands at her wrists, parting them from her breastplate.

"You listened to me then, let me in. Listen to me now, please Keld-" Fertesa was cut off by the enraged growls of thw General, insulted by the use of her nickname. A spit in her face, a dagger shaped reminder of the betrayal she felt.

Kelda growled into a enraged roar as she slammed the golden crown of her forehead into the jaw of the similarly sized Grenadier. The strike knocked Fertesa back, she pushed her arms outward; Kelda taking a step back to create some room between them before kicking her in the stomach - knocking her down again.