Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Securing the Corridor I | Barab I

[Osam]

Post 1
Objective A

It was all so familiar to the Risen. Being dispatched into these urban environments where verticality became an important part of the battlefield and where ambushes could be laid in any direction was typical. The talents of the Sraelvun in general included the ability to scale structures with relative ease when compared to their bulkier cousins. Osam did not have any of the normal drone-kind under his command for the duration of this mission, however, and while the Risen were often stronger, more agile, and more intellectually sound than their lessers, they were also hybrids by default. This hybridization of biology meant that one might be heavier than another to a significant degree, and it had made some aspects of their mobilization more ineffective than might've been expected.

Nevertheless, the Risen-Sraelvun adapted to the situation. When it became obvious that climbing too far up a building would be problematic for the entire squad, the Major designated resting places as they continued up the sheer face of a structure. They'd not encountered too terrible opposition thus far given their unorthodox entry into the tactical sector, but there had been a few moments where it seemed as though one of the for-hire soldiers might've taken notice of the squad of Draelvasier moving up the walls.

Up ahead was a ledge, and another good point for his companions to rest considered the Major. It was at that moment that he became acutely aware of the slightest glint of metal, the barrel of a blaster rifle pointed downwards, and the horrible positioning they'd be expected to fight in if the owner of the weapon had truly seen them.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Two
Tags: Tolfik Aenon | Galak |
Objective: Crush the Defiant

Tathra did not wait for a response, turning as he darted towards the beginning of the bridge. He took the Axe into both hands, holding the upper-length in his dominant hand and near the pommel in his right; Tathra immediately struck to the right, cutting down one as another swung for his wrist. Tathra turned his right foot sideways, angling himself to raise the lower length of the Axe's shaft upward with his right, catching the blade and knocking its wielder back and off his feet. Not long to remain static, Tathra slid both of his hands closer to the middle of the Axe, swinging the pommel outward and to the left, striking another barabel on the side of the head, crushing his skull as the Axe came in close, swinging past his own neck and going low as he cut another in half.

Bringing the Axe into his right hand and to his side, he threw out his left, kicking the barabel he had knocked down moments before onto the middle of the bridge; ribs crushed as it whined in pain. The barabel on the turret called the others to his aid, one opening fire with an assault rifle directly at Tathra's chest. The bullets trickled off of his chest as he slowly walked forward, allowing his victims to soak in fear as he approached.

Half of the battle was a mental game, they did not realise they were insignificant pieces on the Dejarek board. Few knew their place, and even fewer could accept it. Tathra was a centre piece, he controlled how the game was played and, when it ended. Tathra darted forward, slashing his shooter with such force that his bodily seemingly exploded into red mist, from his back; Tathra took his belt-fed launcher - holding out the weapon in his right paw he fired a few blasts into the crowd of defenders, sending bodies and discarded limbs flying off of either side of the bridge.

"Weak."

 

[Voridus Kerwa]

Post: 4
Objective: break in the new mettle
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Voridus chucked a grenade at two guards at the base of the final level. Once they were taken out he shot multiple times with his pistol, before charging. He climbed up some support beams leading to the next level, with fire support from his squad he got up unscathed.

Once he made it to the the top it was a close call to death, a lightsaber slashed only inches away from him. The last jedi attacked him. Voridus was able to dodge to more attacks until a grenade came flying up from the edge of the level. A member of his squad threw it, and Voridus jumped and grabbed hold of the edge to get out of the blast area. Unfortunately for the jedi the blast killed him.

Voridus climbed back up an went to cover after the rest of his squad caught up. The continued to eliminate guards and mercenaries. They were able 5o get past them with minimal difficulty, in fact some mercenaries attempted to surrender seeing the jedi being killed, but Voridus simply shot or stabbed them.

At long last Voridus's squad reached the shield generator. Apparently the soilders there never expected to have to fight, they thought the jedi and other soilders would stop any attempt. They gaurds were startled and killed before many evan took out weapons. Voridus wasted no time to place bombs on the batteries and generator. He then took out a flare and shot it into the sky, signaling that the shield will now be destroyed.

The squad ran to the edge of the top level and began to climb down. Halfway down the side Voridus took out the detonator and activated it. The explosion that followed almost knocked them off the side, for it was a powerful shield, it had to cover an entire city. Voridus and the squad watched as the shield around the city shimmered and then disappeared.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 3
Objective: C
Tags: Tathra Khaeus

It began with the Bryn losing decisively. Now, the battle was even, as Sethrak and the blockade troops arrived. The forces of the underground city fought valiently, led by several jedi, and supported by two heavy cannons, they were difficult to attack both from a distance and up close.

The cannon fire was devastating, but slow as they charged up. The move would be to wait for them to fire, then charge in. It was a good plan, given the circumstances. Waiting for a flanking force would cause several more cannon shots, killing several Bryn each time, and reducing the already meager cover to pebbles. Attacking while the guns were primed would simply give a better target as the Bryn would be clustered together and open. Retreating exposed the Bryn, allowed the foe to join the main fight, and was flat out weak, and thus unacceptable for Sethrak.

So... they wait. The cannons fired. First one, then two shots. Then, Sethrak orders the charge. "Now! Charge, slaughter them! Show them our merc-"


The ground shook violently, Sethrak nearly lost his footing. Bryn and foe alike stumbled. The shaking did not end. Dust and rocks began to fall, and the disruption became clear: The underground city built to protect the inhabitants from the radiation above was unstable. The extreme vibrations from the battle had likely caused it, but soon both the Bryn and the enemy force would be buried under tons of rock and sand.

"Run!!!!" Sethrak roared, turning around in mid-charge and sprinting as fast as he could toward the tunnel that lead to the spaceport.

 

[Osam]

Post 2
Objective A

The sudden bolt of energy emitted from the barrel of the blaster and was enough evidence that its owner had seen them. Osam needed to stay focused on the climb, and so he didn't manage to see where the projectile struck, but the shriek of pain and terror was enough to indicate that one of his squad had been stricken. The Major remained vigilantly focused on the foe in front of him, deciding to perform damage control on the situation once they had gotten atop a ledge. Given their current position, it would be impossible to retaliate with their rifles, but Sraelvun were known for their climbing, and Osam in particular had always been quick.

With nimbleness in stark opposition to his usual brutality, the Risen Major hauled himself over the edge of the battlement, and lashed out hard with his leg, catching the guard behind the knee and jolting him enough that his shot went wide. There was a brief wrestling upon the ground between the two as reinforcements on both sides converged, the remainder of the Sraelvun squadron managing to clear the ledge and draw their weapons, and the watchmen coming to aid their comrade.

Claws and ferocity proved superior to fists of flesh and the thrashing of the fellow's legs, and soon there was a stillness in his form upon the ground. Spiker rounds shot with remarkable precision, desecrating the corpses of the men before they had even managed to touch the floor. Osam allowed something like a groan to pour out from his mouth as he acknowledged that one of their own had fallen to their deaths amid the climb -- he had hoped for a mission without casualties, but such things were to be expected in war.

"First, look." One of the Risen addressed him, utilizing the "nickname" that had been attached to him for his deeds in securing the Risen their heightened position among the Bryn'adul. Osam followed the finger, his eyes settling upon the glare of a flare which had been sent fluttering through the sky, and the suddenly darkening of the world around them as the shield generator was eliminated. Several pairs of eyes turned to him, as if asking for their next directions now that the objective was completed.

"We make sure that they don't put up another one, like the Jedi have done in the past." He commanded, pointing at a number of similarly high structures in the vicinity.

The battle wasn't over yet.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

OBJECTIVE - Crush the Defiant
Post: Five
Tags: Galak |

The Primarch dominated their minds, he could feel them struggle against his will. He could feel their terror as they watched their bodies move without their consent, their forms and minds violated as he turned them against their own kind. The tendrils of his own power wrapped around them like them inked claws clutching their minds, forcing them to do his bidding.

Once more, the Primarch forced them to load another salvo and aimed it for the middle of their forces. They would kill their own kind by his command. There was nothing to be done, other than bend to his will. The mortars fired once again, bearing down on the barabel's defensive position, rockets rippled through their lines.

"You will join me, as children of Khaeus. Do not be afraid."

Drek'ma hoped to reassure those under his control, but he did not feel such an effect was made upon them.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: Four
Objective: C


Sethrak couldn't see.

The dust surrounded him, so thick he struggled to breathe. Around him he heard shouts, movement, crumbling, and utter chaos. He knew the collapse wasn't good. Surely many had perished. He didn't even know how he was alive, not even a brute could survive an entire cave collapsing on it.

While a jedi could use telekinesis, an ability the Drael were unable to harness, The Warlock doubted they could hold an avalanche. If they could, then surely they couldn't hold it for long, which meant he needed to get to the space port quickly.

"Bryn! If you can hear my voice, you must get to safety now! Find the spaceport!" he shouted between gasps for air. He could only hope the defenders were in the same condition as the Bryn. If they were better off, they may still be able to join the siege.

Sethrak blindly stumbled through the rubble, stepping over, and sometimes on, rocks and occasionally bodies. It seemed like an eternity before he found the ramp to the space port. It was battered, but still stood as far as he could tell. He would walk up the ramp, arriving at the surface, where he would regroup with survivors and attempt to block any remaining defenders should they try to escape.

Of all possible events, he had never expected this. An entire city destroyed. At least it wasn't his actions, but those of the defenders that led to the disaster. Perhaps it was a good thing. Bryn forces were easily replaceable, and now Sethrak wouldn't need to go through the city and execute any survivors.

 

[Galak]

Crush the Defiant
Post: Five
Tags: Primarch Drek'ma |

When Galak lowered his shield, the enemy position was in complete disarray. The Primarch had taken control of the mortar crew and was delivering a hail of fire down on their enemy. Galak and the spearhead of the Phalanx moved forward, they took the opportunity before them; clambering over the enemy defences.

He brought the turret upward, blasting apart the first barabel as his arm was blown from his torso, body flung back. Thirty rounds left in the drum-magazine, Galak grasped tightly at the barrel's handle; turning to fire at a second. The first spike round took the jaw off of the reptile before it could even raise its rifle, the weapon sliding from its grasp as the shock turned the native numb. Another, trapped under another's corpse, one killed in the mortar bombings.

Galak leapt from the above trenches, dropping down as he slammed his foot on the corpse, trapping the reptilian soldier underneath. The creature screeched, fighting to lift the weight from itself but it was impossible. Galak was nearly a ton of flesh, with almost an additional half-ton of metal and plated armour coupled with his strength, there was no way the weakling was breaking free from his grasp.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Three
Tags: Tolfik Aenon | Galak | Primarch Drek'ma
Objective: Crush the Defiant

"Wraugh!"

He struck one standing barabel with his wrist, knocking him from the battlements as his head turned; swivelling as his upper body anchored right to the last soldier on this side of the bridge - quickly reinforced by those from the other. Tathra motioned to move forward, his offense quickly halted by the strike of a harpoon gun through his shoulder, another fired from above - a ballista of some sort knocking the Axe from his hand. Beside him, the small reptile pulled with all of his weight as he spun the turret round - ready to fire right into Tathra's mouth. The brutish Titan snarled, raising his right wrist in defence as the compact shield exploded outward from his gauntlet.

Bullets ricocheted off of the shield as Tathra was forced back two steps, disarmed and outnumbered. He brought himself behind the shield, dropping into a knelt position, raising his left gauntlet to his face and speaking into the communications stone.

"Ra'mak fire on my position!" The shaman beast masters heard his command, and without hesitation obeyed the command. Using his shield, Tathra rose as a massive shadow loomed overhead; he leapt from the bridge backwards as the tri-beam blasts of two Ra'maks obliterated the enemy forces. Fire shot out in violent waves over both edges of the bridge.

Tathra crashed to the ground below, landing hard on his back as the shifting plates of armour connected into the hard plated protection of his back as his massive frame collided with the concrete. His old bones creaked and cried, a fierce growl escaping the old Drael as he rose, throwing himself upright with the sheer force of his legs into a knelt position. Tathra brought the launcher close, extending his hand as the Axe was called back to his bruised hand. The metal stung as it slammed into his grasp, tingling sensations running through century year old nerves.

"Pah...!" He spat at the ground.

 

[Galak]

Crush the Defiant
Post: Six
Tags: Primarch Drek'ma

His body lurched, foot pressing down into the chest of both the corpse and the reptile trapped under it - pinning the small reptilian under him completely as he brought both of his arms back, closing the tower shield. In these situations, agility was key. The Brute Emissary pressed the barrel against the corpse and fired, quickly the corpse turned from meat shield to flesh mound as the spiker rounds blasted through into the trapped reptile soldier.

"Mortar squads! Forward push! Phalanx, allow the Drones the forward set, fall back for enforcement of our position!" Galak called back to their own forces as another blast came down from above.

Thank the Chieftain for the Primarch.

Galak took full advantage of the attack, the barabel defenders were pinned between their forces and the mortar fire from above and now, that would be joined by their own. The heavies set up inside of the trenches they had taken, in groups of four they loaded and prepped the mortars to aim at the AA turret. In the gaps of the Phalanx, Drones rushed to meet the enemy; fighting with their spikers and blades to cut down the barabels, overwhelming them with superior firepower.

"Primarch, aim for the AA turret!" Galak spoke into his communication stone, turning to their own mortar squads as they levied the mortars for accurate fire.

Galak moved toward the front, standing high above a pile of bodies as he opened fire with his turret, blasting a wave of spike rounds that forced the enemy into their trenches, hiding like rats.

"Mortars, fire NOW! FOR THE CHIEFTAIN!!!" The Brute screamed at the top of his lungs, shaking as the massive weapon between his hands shredded dozens.

 

[Osam]

Post 3
Objective A

Even as the squad of Risen-Sraelvun came to understand their new orders, there was a flurry of activity somewhere several floors above them. The shouts and screams of both Draelvasier and the inferior races of this place mingled, conjoining together into the cacophonous array of sound often found in battlefields and places of immense agony. It appeared that despite the failure of the defenders to protect the original shield generator, they had not abandoned hope in its entirety, and were not fighting with ferocity and hope to achieve at least a pyrrhic victory.

Drawn to conflict like moths to fire, the Risen began to pour into the tower proper, escaping from the balcony mere moments before a wandering patrol passed overhead, managing to avoid detection in the process. Osam attempted to get into the mind of the frightened defenders and what they would try in order to eliminate the threat to their homes -- perhaps they really were in possession of an alternative shield generator, or perhaps they intended to do something more desperate.

Some of the buildings throughout the cityscape were fairly substantial, and he supposed it was possible that they might attempt to weaken the supports of one in order to topple it in the same fashion that one would topple a tree. Was it possible to crush a Siege Tower if a sufficiently large object was dropped upon it?

Regardless of what the defenders intended, it was increasingly relevant to the Major that he needed higher ground, and a viewpoint of the surrounding area from which to direct his squad. With a jolt of movement, the Draelvasier began their march up the tower's interior.

 

[Voridus Kerwa]

Post: 5
Objective: break in the new mettle
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Voridus and his squad were able to fight there way to the lower levels. Unfortunately they ran into heavy opposition.

Once again they were pinned down. Voridus saw multiple enemies everywhere firing down upon them. Voridus saw an opportunity to take out a couple of soilders but was hit from behind, multiple shots pierced his armour. He felt the pain as he shot down more and more with his squad. Finally the were able to get out of there unfortunate predicament.

The squad was able to get through the walls and head back to the Bryn'adûl assault HQ. The squad was worn out and tired, so they decided that their job was done.

 

[Sarask Hiskt]

Post: 3
Objective: A
Tags: Osam


“Tch.” Sarask looked with some measure of disappointment and annoyance as the shield disappated. Looks like someone got to the generator first. She squatted on the very top of the tower, covered in blood that wasn’t hers. She scratched her back with one of her weapons. It didn’t do much other than cause vibration and a nice scratchy sound. Was she getting slow? She had been taking a rather casual look to things lately, going about her missions casually, rather than swiftly. Maybe that was why the unarmed fool back in the swamp was able to stop her from killing those people.

She let out a low hiss, before sighing. She guessed her mission had turned into assassination. It was fine, she guessed. She hadn’t brought grenades anyway. She always thought about taking them, and yet, she had nowhere to put them. Except maybe in her mouth. Other venues were unthinkable to her.

There was a fight going on at the base of the tower, seems even the chaff had gotten here too, well, of course they did, the generator had been disabled. She guessed she could start a slaughter up at the top and make her way down to greet them. She stood up, her crystalline armour creaking as her thighs flexed to stand to her full height.

She turned, and made her way to the door. Just as she reached it, someone opened it. A man with big goggles, and a nasty looking blaster rifle. Probably a sniper. She grabbed his arm and threw him off the tower. There was one behind him, aligning up his rifle, so she shut the door, then kicked it. Splitting the thing in half and bludgeoning the second sniper with its top half She then cut his throat with the broken door piece, she couldn’t quite decapitate him, but she did crush his throat enough for it to count as a cut.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

OBJECTIVE - Crush the Defiant
Post: Six
Tags: Galak |

The Primarch's control was shook as an explosion rocked the platform, loosening his grip just enough to free the most resistant of the mortar group. His open palm moved from side to side, scanning over them until it reached the end once more; however a piece was missing. His grip had not only loosened, but the man had broke free.

Quick footsteps alarmed him enough to draw his attention to his surroundings, eyes opening just in time as he was tackled to the ground. Drek'ma crashed into the floor with a loud thunk, the small barabel male crawling over his torso as it gasped for air, breathless from its previous capture.

"Fire on the enemy quickly!" The barabel atop called out.

A sudden realisation came, and with it panic took hold as the Primarch discovered that the physical attack of the man had freed another of the reptiles. Only one remained under his control, Drek'ma flung the barabel aside with the sway of his body, using the force to augment his strength enough to rise quickly.

 

[Osam]

Post 4
Objective A

The defense of the tower was remarkably varied. At points, they would pass by entire floors unchecked and seemingly unobserved. The few times that Osam did manage to catch sight of a living being on these floors, they were either far too wounded to stop them, distracted with some menial and pointless activity like setting up a barricade for themselves, or else cowering in fear in a corner. The Risen was unwilling to chase after them through the structure and waste time in unnecessarily personal bloodlust. Instead, he made a note simply to collapse the entire building when they had concluded in their mission.

Elsewhere, though, the defenses were severe. A number of Barabels had managed to establish themselves in roving and armed squads in defense of the structure and whatever malignant idea they had come up with given the sudden absence of their shield generator. These fought fiercely, and the crowded confines of the staircase made it an uncomfortably asymmetrical battleground. Occasionally, shots would ring out from somewhere far above only to zoom by one's head and then deeper into the depths of lower floors. Shooting upwards was less than ideal as well because even a slightly missed shot would rain duracrete chunks onto their heads.

A sudden tumultuousness caught the attention of the Major as he realized that some of the armed Barabels above them had become distracted with another threat. ( Sarask Hiskt ) Perhaps one of those who had been involved in shutting down the generator, or perhaps another ally? There was little doubt that it was Draelvasier if the weighty steps were any indication. Hopeful to meet up with reinforcements and continue their march, the Risen Major offered a triumphant shriek and the Risen-Srael squad pressed onwards, suppressing the foe wherever possible.

 

[Sethrak]

Objective: C
Post:5
Tags: Tathra Khaeus

There were no efforts from the ruined city to escape, a good thing because there also were not many Bryn'Adûl survivors. Sethrak only hoped the Bryn had been successful in the siege, that the loses in the city weren't in vain. Where before there was chaos, now there was tranquility. Where there was noise, there was now eerie silence. Shouts had become echos, echos became memories.

The Bryn that survived had indeed blocked the ramps leading to the space port, but the lack of men meant they were undermanned. Of the survivors, many were injured with crushed limbs, broken bones, dislocated joints, or worse. The lucky ones were bloodied, bruised, and tired. Sethrak had a few cuts and sore spots but his speed had allowed minimal injuries. If the Bryn troops were this beaten....there was no possible way that the defenders were alive. Jedi or not, nothing short of the clones of Tathra Khaeus himself would have survived that.

The Warlock's thoughts drifted away from the events that had just transpired and he began to wonder how the others were doing. Surely the Titan, leader of all Bryn and the origin of their very existence would win the siege soon. The Bryn Sethrak commanded were of no use here. He should order them to help the other objectives.

"Titan...this is the Warlock Sethrak. The caves collapsed on the city. I have gathered the remaining men at the space port, do you need us?"

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Four
Tags: Tolfik Aenon | Sethrak | Galak | Primarch Drek'ma |
Objective: Crush the Defiant

As Tathra rose, the Drones lead by Tolfik that had previously been pinned down by the turret placement now rushed to his side as the defenders retreated beyond the archway, flooding past him like a great wave as Savage Drones chased on the heels of the barabels. Though, they would find they had nothing to retreat to, a few hundred metres further there was no longer any city. It had collapsed in upon itself, and now the remaining defenders in this area - their heaviest defences, had nowhere to run. Every barabel here knew this was their last stand, not some border skirmish on another world, nor another war on another planet that was not their own - but indeed their own home. They fought hard, and even as their weakest fell to his Axe.

He respected the strong.

Tathra raised his Axe, aiming in the direction of the enemy army beyond the archway. They knew what was coming, but instead - one barabel moved from in between their ranks, fifty metres ahead of their army. With a raise of a closed fist, Tathra called a halt to their forces across the entire planet. A signal jumping through the battlenet to all those currently not engaged in combat. Those in the thick of it would carry on, the distant sounds of shells and hellfire a reminder of the reality, the impending fate.

Tathra moved forward, towards the front of the horde. On the way he received a transmission, the battlenet rerouted the Warlocks transmission directly to him. "Hold steady until I say otherwise." Was his only command, lazily pushing Drones out of his way.

The barabel who stood in the open was older, one metal leg and a scruff as tangled as sinew. Tathra looked the short repitle up and down, he didn't look like much but the Titan respected that he had come out all this way. And he was curious as to why, what for.

"Speak."

 

[Galak]

Crush the Defiant
Post: Seven
Tags: Tolfik Aenon | Sethrak | Primarch Drek'ma | Tathra Khaeus |

When the Mortar squads fired, their missiles shot up into the air, flowing into brilliant curves before thundering down all across the enemy lines. In a blaze, the Primarch's efforts were joined by dozens more, a thunderous explosion rippling across the entirety of the battlefield that all but silenced the opposition. On the opposite side of the battlefield, their deployed forces activated their planted charges and destroyed the anti-air cannon.

"Sector seven is clear, supplanting force zertak - move in to intercept retreating stragglers! 10th Regiment, deploy with army group six two kilometres west!" Galak commanded with efficiency, leading the Phalanx made him comfortable, and taking total control of the 10th Regiment had also allowed him to change things as he saw fit. They were truly his own force.

With one anti air turret down, they had created air space for more of their forces to land and at least one of their Siege Towers to enter the area, the shield was done but the anti-air cannons still held the majority of their forces at bay.

"Chieftain, we have taken sector's 7 and 2 through 4!" The Emissary spoke into his communications unit.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Five
Tags: Sethrak | Tolfik Aenon | Galak | Primarch Drek'ma |
Objective: Crush the Defiant

The barabel stood tall, tall as he could. The giant saw him straighten himself, maybe he was trying to convince himself he was taller. Tathra was briefly amused, but did not show it. All that he portrayed was ruthless stoicism, it was all the reptilian deserved thus far. But, it seemed even so he understood that his words to come would be his last.

"My people want to live. They don't deserve to die just because you or your army says so. Let us evacuate the rest of the planet, let us leave and go somewhere away - far away." The barabel leader spoke, and he spoke well.

It was all there. Pride, anger, fear, reasoning, logic. But, unfortunately for him it was not Tathra's logic, and his reasoning's were the only ones that mattered. The barabel populace had indebted themselves to the Draelvasier for not evacuating in the years it had took them to conquer the systems before them. It had taken the barabel until now to realise all they could do was turn tail and run and they couldn't eve accomplish that. They didn't deserve to escape, to live. It was simple calculus, if one could not provide - one does not reside within the ranks of those worthy of living.

"So few, in this plagued Galaxy." He started, he considered if it were truly these reptiles fault. But ultimately it wasn't, it was groups like the Sith and Jedi - Republics and Empires that could not maintain control.

"War after war of clashing ideologies and whatnot has left your Galaxy weak, your worlds weak." Explaining it, he watched with opaque eyes as the vigour drained from the barabel leaders face as he saw the Axe slowly rise.

"Its not your fault. I don't blame you, personally. Go in peace, knowing I will make better use of this world than your kind ever had." The offering of condolences was over, and now the time of blades was to come.

The Barabel leader stood frozen by fear, eyes following the movement of the Axe as Tathra raised it overhead, meeting half-way above him with his right hand grasping the upper length. His eyes, turning to Tathra's hate filled face as the ruby blade came crashing down - the strike of the Axe crushed him, mutilated him and tore him apart in one glorious blow. The Titan quickly retracted the Axe, allowing the mangled corpse to fall to the side.

All across Barab I, the Bryn'adûl would begin the final few minutes of wiping the reptilian slime off of the face of the planet.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

OBJECTIVE - Crush the Defiant
Post: Seven
Tags: Galak | Tathra Khaeus | Tolfik Aenon | Sethrak |

As his minion and the freed mortar pilot fought he turned his attention to the rising Barabel. His calm and placid facade had been broken, anger rolled off of him like steam from a hushed casket. The Primarch extended his staff, a pearlescent beam of lightning shooting out from the white sphere in the helm of the staff - throwing him to the ground.

"You trifle with things you cannot comprehend, cur." Anger fuelled him as the lightning curled around his victims body, causing him pain such as that his muscles spasmed uncontrollably. It was his guilty pleasure, this naves pain. When the barabel stopped moving, Drek'ma turned on his heel like a swivel, watching as his minions skull was caved in against the metal ammo barrel of the mortar.

The Primarch could not allow him to fire upon the landing forces below. He delved into the force, teleporting between the pilot and the mortar - exploding from a mist of energy as he struck the barabel with the length of his staff; knocking him from the platform to fall to his death far below.

It seemed as though the day was theirs, they had the foothold now and the slaughter was assured.

Barab I belonged to the Bryn'adûl.