Dominion The Bryn'adûl | The Last Breath | Teth

[Primal Architect]

The Bryn'adûl | The Last Breath

Teth, home to forty five million people. Humans, huts, twi'leks, ithorians and all their weakling ilk. The Galactic Alliance's attempts to evacuate these planets continue, and we continue to stop them. The sky is engorged with flame and death, the small fleet of ships that had arrived to ferry the people of Teth have been destroyed by our invading vessels.

Teth is the first step of the Bryn'adûl toward the epicentre of Wild Space and an entrance into the mid-rim. We will take these worlds with fire and blood, and upon the ashes of these worlds. We will build a better one. The time of the Human is over.


Objective A - The Monastery
A top an isolated mesa, stands a B'omarr Monastery turned Hutt family home and smuggler den. Kill all the Hutt crime bosses, destroy the building and kill the Jungle Rancor located within the bowels of the Monastery. With one strike we will cripple the already diminished power of the Crime Lords in this area. Cut off the heads, burn the flesh.

Objective B - Burn the Cities, Sink and Destroy
Massive Servitors have begun the process of sinking a majority of the cities. In Teth's largest city of Pri-cata, have weaponised their mining equipment to find off the attacks of our Servitors. This city is home to twenty million, leave none alive. Brutalise their local militia, disable their mining lasers. Let none escape.


TAGS / Leknion | Bazh'Thu | Hrajlmak'Natok | Hraelga Nacht | Galak | Drekarys Kel /

 

[Galak]

Post: One
Objective: A
Tags: Leknion | Bazh'Thu | Hrajlmak'Natok | Hraelga Nacht | Drekarys Kel |

The Monasteries main hall was past its assumed barracks area, across a long narrow bridge as well. Pushing across that bridge could be difficult, but Galak wasn't necessarily against it. Orkale Gunships had deployed the 10th Regiment throughout the B'omarr monastery. But the Hutts had brought all kinds of forces to the battle.

All strange kinds of aliens, wookies and all sorts of warriors had been brought from across the Galaxy to defend the Hutt crime lords. Even with such fierce resistance at play, the Brutes of the 10th regiment fought with frantic determination. One brought on by a knowledge that fear held this planet in a chokehold. All the warriors and soldiers the Hutts paid in excess had all been invited to share in their communal mass grave.

Galak levied the RAW in his two hands, unloading nearly twenty spikes into the berserk Wookie approaching him. Its upper torso seemingly exploding into mulched burnt flesh, its right arm was flung from its torso as it was ripped apart by the sheer kinetic slam. Its fur lit up like a bonfire as it fell, the majority of the fellow berskerkers haven fallen as well.

It seemed these beasts weren't use to being the weak ones.

 

[Bazh'Thu]

Objective: B - Burn the Cities, Seek and Destroy.
Post: One.
Tags Leknion | Hrajlmak'Natok | Hraelga Nacht | Galak | Drekarys Kel

Shrouded in pearl-white robes. Shaman Bazh'Thu straddled on top of his glorious Skag. His Malabast steel-mace swung tightly inside his belt, gently grazing the Beast's hide. Its obsidian blades glowed a tint of crimson, symbolizing his innate lust for consuming the blood of the weakly and innocent. The Warlock's mantle swathed his ivory armour piece, adorned with ornaments of war. His azure eyes glided across the city land scapes that housed myriads of men and women inferior to the Drael. The Warlock knew that they do not pose even a single danger to the might of the Bryn'adûl due to their fragile nature. To him, they were uncivilized creatures, and unfit to live in such a chaotic world. The Nightmare descended unto their strongholds to share the blessing that is Death.

Bazh'Thu positioned his cadaverous hand unto the diabolical steed's horn, directing it to swerve towards the direction of the target locus. In the target locus stood the grand settlement of Pri-cata. Humans, Twi'leks, Weequay, and other species thrived together in harmony inside their walls, minding their interplanetary enterprises. The city government thoroughly investigated the Bryn'adûl's campaign throughout the Wild Space, thus enabling them to pursue rapid militarization against the Draelvasier ranks. Armed with ion cannons, their outpost towers were established aloft a mesa that loomed over a natural depression. On the lowlands, infantry and artillery forces scrambled to their positions to defend the walls of the settlement. The Pri-catan military also installed sonic weaponry on their mining outposts to hinder the Servitors. But truth be told, they were only to delay their inevitable demise.

The Warlock's colossal Beast sprinted at the order of its Master toward the grass plains outside Pri-cata. The ground began to resound vividly as the creature galloped the soil with its heavy hoofs. Bazh'Thu howled deeply as he shifted his movement, before ordering his steed to halt. His ashen hand unsheathed the staff-mace that flung on his hip to raise, as he pointed its obsidian tip to the Pri-catan walls. All of a sudden, the earth beneath the ground started to rupture violently from Bazh'Thu's position towards the entry-way, caving inward in the process. With its integral foundation weakened, the frontal walls began to collapse, along with the soldiers manned atop the battlements. The great Servitors began to bulge out in the forefront portion of the settlement, forming massive fissures on the city's surface. The gargantuan serpents decimated everything in their path as they came to ascend from the underground.. Bazh'Thu tightened his grip unto his steed's horn, as he moved towards the city entrance.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: One
Objective: A
Tags: Leknion | Galak | Hrajlmak'Natok | Osam | Kyrim Tenebris | Bazh'Thu | Drekarys Kel

Tathra walked up alongside the troops of the 10th Regiment, they were being held back at the bridge. The Bryn'adûl Chieftain watched silently as the Emissary Galak handily dealt with the approach of the Wookie Berserkers. The Chieftain held his Axe aloft, watching from the right flanks of their impromptu cover as the Wookie Berserkers pushed fully on the bridge now.

Many of these species and their Warriors were familiar to him, flashes of a centuries worth of memories passed him by in moments as the sudden realisation struck him. When this was all over, he would be the last living being in the Galaxy to remember how it was. How ugly things had been, how far the plague of weakness had taken hold. The Bryn'adûl would uproot it all, his children would never have to see it. But it would be these first generations burden to destroy it.

Tathra's dominant hand firmly grasped the length of the Axe; its ruby beard igniting into vapour of reds and molten heat. As two of the Berserkers leapt from Galak, the Titan darted to one. Catching the blade along the length of his right gauntlet and twisting his wrist as to thrust the blade downward. The Wookies free hand shot out with a fist toward his face, his right hand shot up; catching the fist and halting its momentum entirely.

In a flash of motion, the Axe cut upward and severed the extended arm from the Wookies torso, Tathra thrust his upper torso forward, twisting right and putting all of his expendable kinetic energy into the punch. Blood exploded from the Wookies face as he staggered backward and fell off the bridge. Tathra moved to strike the second but he had already fallen.

"Galak. Behind me! We are taking this bridge!"

 

[Galak]

Post: Two
Objective: A
Tags: Tathra Khaeus | Leknion | Hrajlmak'Natok | Osam | Kyrim Tenebris | Drekarys Kel | Bazh'Thu

Galak turned on his heel, hearing and quite literally feeling the vibrations of the Titan's steps as he drew close - seemingly unaffected by the assault of their enemies. Two more berserk wookies approached, one was handidly dealt with by the Chieftain as Galak simply blasted the second apart with his rifle. When the order from the Chieftain came, it was almost without thought that the Emissary and his fellow Brutes moved in unison.

Without a word, the sixteen Brutes got behind the massive Titan as he lead their way across the bridge. All of them opened fire from their flanks, trusting their Chieftain to deal with the enemies directly ahead. Galak ran alongside his fellow Brutes, his automatic firing powerful and explosive blasts at three times the rate of the others.

Bodies fall, others are torn to shreds as the Emissary fires hundreds of rounds in seconds, using his own Shield as a balancing anchor.

 

[Osam]

Objective: B
Post 1

Osam would never become familiar with the smell of a blaster bolt burning itself out on his chest-piece. He'd been at the business of war for nearly a decade and had been shot at during most of his battles, but knowing that a strip of metal was all that was preventing one's death was an uncomfortable line of thought even now. The heavy vapors drew themselves now into his olfactory senses even as his muscles reacted automatically to the perceived threat. The trigger on his Spiker rifle was tugged back before he'd even thought about it, the superheated projectile mulching the militiaman where he stood.

The thump of a Grenadier's weapon served as an adequate response to the entrenched band of civilian-soldiers, and after the second detonation, the house they had holed themselves up in began to collapse. Whether or not they had survived the weight of a home crashing down on them was less important than knowing that they had been neutralized. This had been the fourth residence turned mini-fortress they'd come across, but like the others, it had proven to be a fairly insignificant threat. A group of city-dwellers who'd drunk too much and stirred themselves up in patriotic fervor for their doomed homeland only to realize far too quickly that the enemies they were facing weren't like the dumb beasts they hunted out in the wilds.

He was reminded briefly of the battle which had occurred on Honoghr, and the dire situation that his squadron had found themselves in when they had been separated from most of their support. That had been a rough circumstance, and the inhabitants had been members of a proud martial tradition which had made the conflict all the harder. The residents here though were little more than the weaklings who commonly associated themselves with humanity, being cut down in droves by the encroaching forces of the Crusade.

Tathra Khaeus | Galak | Bazh'Thu |

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Two
Objective: A
Tags: Galak | Leknion | Hrajlmak'Natok | Kyrim Tenebris | Bazh'Thu

When the Brutes of the 10th Regiment fell in line behind him, he felt the heat of adrenaline under his feet; no cautionary warning given as a frantic determination took his feet forward; the large Shield of his right arm sprung to life; outstretching his right arm in front to give cover as they pushed at great speed into the enemy fortifications.

The last of the Wookie Berserkers pushed along the bridge moving to face Tathra as the Titan roared; goading them to fight him. This subsequently put many of their enemies out of a straight shot, having to pick and choose as the Wookies danced along the narrow length of the bridge. The Titan bashed the first to come close, knocking the wookie to the ground as he spun the Long-Axe overhead, striking the closest Wookie with his pommel.

Tathra cocked his wrist to realign the Long-Axe as he pulled the Shield hard against his shoulder, upper-torso turning and tucking into the shield as the Axe came down and slashed the staggered Warrior, where the warrior once stood was now filled with red mist, chunks of burning fur covered flesh sprung in every

 

[Kyrim Tenebris]

Tathra Khaeus | Galak | Leknion | Hrajlmak'Natok | Bazh'Thu | Osam | Drekarys Kel​

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As was usual, the high-value, yet in this case boring, the task of killing the weak and unworthy hurts had been delegated to the Zealots, but for the Zealot Officer he had been given a choice. His commanders knew that those in the Monastery would not survive the onslaught which went wherever the Bryn'adûl were, so he was given the assignment of having to do two things at once: deal with whatever pets these crime bosses hold down in their basements, and be back in time to brutally execute all non-Draelvasier life, with primary attention to the leaders. Cut off the head(s) and the body crumbles beside you.

Kyrim sent his Zealots on their original mission, giving specific orders which would allow the Zealots of Rhivak Squad to usurp the chaos which battle brings and slip inside the Monastery virtually unnoticed. And if anyone did manage to spot them then Kyrim did not doubt that they would be liquidated before any reasonable alarm could sound.

As for himself, he cloaked himself in the Force so heavily that he became near-perfectly invisible to most of the visible electromagnetic spectrum, with only a partial heat signature to give him away in infrared. His Force signature, as always, was non-existent, for Kyrim is a Void in the Force. In his hands, he held his Laevateinn Blades, twin daggers which for most other species were more comparable to shortswords in length.

Moving towards the basement of the Monastery, Kyrim noted two things. One the basement sloped upwards as expected, towards a dungeon-like area and more. And two, that the guards stationed at the entrance were dead, his Laevateinn Blades having been shoved soundlessly through the bottom parts of their human jaws and smashed upwards through their skulls and into their brains, thus disabling any chance of a scream or defensive movements as the deep freeze and abrupt pain quenched all sound in his victims.

And so he continued to walk, further up into the Monastery's depths, with one goal imprinted in his mind. Cull all weakness.

 

[Galak]

Post: Three
Objective: A
Tags: Leknion | Hrajlmak'Natok | Kyrim Tenebris | Bazh'Thu | Tathra Khaeus |

The small group of Brutes followed the Chieftain, tearing through the enemy forces as they came. The Titan bashed through the enemy defences with ease, cutting down the Berserkers as the Brutes of the 10th cut through their ranged defences. Slowly, they pushed across the bridge. Artillery and explosives chipping away what little space they had to move.

Galak backed up slightly, darting as a portion of the bridge collapsed beneath them, half a dozen fallen corpses falling with it.

"Watch your footing! Watch!" The Emissary barked switching to his Bryn shot as he fired off half a dozen blasts towards a particularly plucky gunner. The explosions rippled against the stone-like surface as the ground crumbled under the concussive geonisian turrets weight, it and its gunner falling to the depths below.

This place didn't nearly have enough upkeep.

 

[Ehud]

OBJECTIVE B - BURN THEM ALL
POST 1​

The mind of a human is a delicate thing.

Not to say that a Drael mind was any more sturdy, but there was something about the humanoid species' brain that was fragile. Trauma came easily to them, a defense mechanism, to help the subject avoid future dangers of the same nature. Fear was in their genetics, bred over thousands of millions of years to keep them alive. Ehud thought that it was a marvel of nature, that such beings forged by fear would be fighting the Bryn'adul at all.

It was a testament to their bravery, and their pigheadedness, that they would try to stand against a Draelvasier warhost.

Ehud walked across the battlefield, uneven footsteps padding and weaving between blaster shots slowly, flanked by two loyal Baedurin guards. He passed Bazh'Thu's handiwork, stepping over the broken wall without issue, even smiled at a few of the civilian soldiers who saw him, who nodded at him grimly. To them, he and his detail were just another squad of the Teth defense, injured and retreating. His illusion, however, did not affect the Drael behind him, as they watched the hunched Baedurin enter enemy lines, and begin his work.

Ehud stared straight ahead, his dim yellow eyes sparking with the power of the Force, and raised a clawed hand toward a battle-line of soldiers. He twisted their minds to his liking, soaking through their mental barriers like water through paper. And they began to see things. Their compatriots, friends, fellow soldiers, turn into ravenous, cruel Drael.

The soldiers began to fire on each other, and Ehud let them, holding the Mind Twist until there was only one left. That one, Ehud tore through with his mind, pulling chunks from his consciousness like a vulture over carrion, until there was nothing left but an empty husk, which Ehud beckoned to his side.

Yes, delicate indeed.

- Galak - Kyrim Tenebris - Tathra Khaeus - Osam - Bazh'Thu -​

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective: B
Post: 1
Tags: Galak / Osam / Kyrim Tenebris / Tathra Khaeus / Ehud / Bazh'Thu

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The taking of a world under the blanket of night was, to Hrajlmak, a delicacy in War's cuisine. The refreshing, biting cold and the way fire and combustion lit up against the black. Hrajlmak only wished for the power to destroy a sun so he could enjoy this battle on any world. High above Pri-cata, Hrajlmak's fiery six-eyes regarded the holdout with excitement and thought. Countless prey lay still and waiting. Their predator still on its hind legs, only a heartbeat away from pouncing.

And pounce it did.

Teth was engulfed in carnage while the night was still young. Both atop skag mounts, Hrajlmak and Bazh'thu strode to the vantage side-by-side. The Servitors under their command would make a laughing stock of Pri-cata's walls. After that, Hrajlmak mused to himself how he would deal with the inhabitants inside. He had sunk his claws into the majority of the species that dwelled there. The Weequay only days prior at the battle of Sriluur.

The pair stormed across Pri-cata's grassy plains, as eager as the other to surpass the wall and satiate that ever-present hunger. Once Bazh'thu's Servitor had reduced Teth's only real inkling of hope to dust, the game was on. Hrajlmak had his Skag carry him over the brunt of the rubble. He leaped from his mount and directly into the fray at high speed, crunching a militia soldier of unknown species underfoot. Before a blaster could be fired in his direction, an arc of blue lightning fried a crowd ahead of him. Sriluur had offered a measly battle. He was here, amongst the Galaxy's underworld, to redeem that disappointment.

 

[Osam]

Objective: B
Post 2

Rumbles filled the ground as the great Servitors went about their work, destabilizing places of importance throughout Pri-cata. They had been driven back temporarily from a number of mining outposts along the edges of Pri-cata due to the placement of sonic implements, but Osam felt confident that those devices would soon be annihilated and the destruction of the city would be complete.


With a shrill cry indicating that the defenses of the neighborhood had been removed entirely, the squad pressed themselves to one end of the housing block, as closely as they could. Shortly thereafter, a pair of Brumaks approached, accompanied by several Baedurin warriors who were escorting the organic tanks. With the lighting of their spines, the mighty beasts prepared their shots, and finally released them upon the string of houses and apartment complexes, igniting them all in an instant and tearing strips and chunks from them in the process.


Hearing the cry of another squad managing to clear out their residences, the Brumaks began to lumber after them, taking their heavily armed escort along with them. It was unlikely that any of the militia would have managed to procure any sort of heavy-weapons ordinance, but it was safer for the beasts if the structures were cleared of defenders before they were brought in to enflame the block. It was expected that some of the Pri-catan militaries might possess weapons capable of damaging the Brumaks, but they had holed up further in the city from Osam's position. He'd face them eventually, of course, but for now there were more drunkards and fools to extinguish.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Three
Objective: A
Tags: Galak | Ehud | Osam | Kyrim Tenebris | Bazh'Thu | Hrajlmak'Natok |

The Axe's ruby beard released a wave of energy, blasting across the bridge and forcing those on it to retreat; the Wookies trampling over their ranged defenders as those caught in the blast were seemingly eviscerated by the florescent red wave of molten kinetic energy. Tathra capitalised on the momentary lapse in defence, breaking into a sprint as he ran into a leap toward the end of the bridge.

Tathra's shield retracted mid-air, arms and legs spread outward; spreading his weight as he landed. The ground cracked underneath his feet, but he had no time to check if it was even stable, the blaster fire didn't stop. And even if it couldn't kill him, it still hurt. Tathra brought the lower length of the Axe under his arm, the bottom and pommel pressed against the side of his ribs as a counter-weight as he quickly slashed up the face of a wounded mercenary.

From his left one of the last few Berserkers swiped with its Maul at his arm, Tathra halted the weapon with his right hand; its blade digging into his open palm as he grasped the blade between its fingers. As quick as the anchor allowed, Tathra cut through the mid-section of the beast - slicing its stomach almost open. The tension of the pommel pressed against his back made for a efficient blow, Tathra pulled the weapon full outward slashing the thick of the Axe's beard through the Wookie from hip to throat.

 

[Bazh'Thu]

Objective: B - Burn the Cities, Seek and Destroy.
Post: Two.
Tags Tathra Khaeus | Hrajlmak'Natok | Kyrim Tenebris | Galak | Ehud | Osam

Bazh'Thu marched in silence near the countless bodies scattered in the city front, as his serpentine Beasts maneuvered inward Pri-cata. Upon noticing a company of militia soldiers escorting the crowd into a safe enclosure deep within the city, the Shaman directed his Skag into a halt. Bazh'Thu held great chivalry to his befallen opponents in the battlefield, despite their conflicting ideals. Observing the behavior of man throughout the previous wars, he was keenly interested on the cordial bonding of their strength, which was to be commended ,and their longing to survive and fight until the last breath. Bazh'Thu was inherently curious of their intentions in protecting the weak, being aware that they are expected to be purged. His entire existence was molded in the belief that weakness is a sin. and those who are in possession of it must be purified.

As he was spotted by the company, Bazh'Thu unsheathed his obsidian staff-mace, and maneuvered his steed towards the infantry-men. Lowering its head down into a thrusting motion, the Skag hasteneed its legs into a swifter gallop. The Shaman deeply breathed, stretching his wrist outward, tightly clenching his mace. The company commander, visibly shaken by the beast, ordered his men to focus their firepower towards the mounted combatant. The bullets landed unto the Skag's rigid hide, barely incapacitating the beast. As it closed into the enemy ranks, the Skag loosed out a bestial roar. The war-beast bludgeoned its horns to the company of entrenched soldiers, crushing some of their bodies in the process. Bazh'Thu hooked his mace up-swing at the direction of a nearby infantry-men, landing at the man's abdomen. Brandishing their combat knives, the infantry-men charged toward Bazh'Thu. In a quick succession, the Shaman repeatedly pounded his bloodied weapon unto one of his attackers, mangling the man's face into a pulp.

Taken aback by their comrade's murder, the militia soldiers attempted to flee away from the scene, along with their superior. Bazh'Thu followed the course of the eluding men, and began to sprint. extending his staff-mace. As the war-beast rushed forward to pulverize the men, he swung up-ward at the direction of the fleeing company commander's nape, causing immediate death, as crimson fluid seeped out of his head. The remaining soldier's bodies were knocked cold unto the ground with their bones shattered. Gazing at the mere corpses that once held hope and courage for the feeble, Bazh'Thu continued his course into the urban depths.

 

[Galak]

Post: Four
Objective: A
Tags: Tathra Khaeus | Bazh'Thu | Ehud | Osam | Hrajlmak'Natok | Kyrim Tenebris |

The Titan's final push was exactly what they needed. The Emissary burst into a sprint ahead of the others, running and leaping right across the distance; crashing through stone defences. Galak's two wrist blades extended from his gauntlet as he swung hard, cutting a turret in half as he hefted his automatic in his other arm; firing from the hip at the scattering forces.

The Brutes of the 10th halted on their push of the bridge, falling into firing lines as the Heavies laid down suppressing fire, pushing the enemies forces into cover. Galak rammed his blade mounted fist into the face of an opponent, throwing them over his head as he bashed another with his left gauntlet before headbutting another as he fell to one knee, firing off a dozen barrel grenades from his rifle into the enemy lines on the raised platform above them.

The railway erupted into explosions, the incendiaries he'd fired super-combined with the ammunition boxes of their turrets, turning their heavy defences into a boiling pit. Screams carried over the explosions as Galak called for his Brutes to make their push.

 

[Ehud]

OBJECTIVE B - BURN THEM ALL
POST 2
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Ehud's slow, deliberate, surgical assault on the Tethian's meager defenses was quickly outpaced by the beasts of war his brethren were riding. The servitors, Skags, and other engines of battle quickly outpaced the ponderous steps of the Seer, who was all too content to let them. He was not meant to be at the frontlines of battle. His kind weren't even meant to be at battle.

Seers were often considered too valuable to the Bryn'adul to risk them on other worlds, instead often confined to Draemidus Prime. But Ehud had received special orders, from the Sire himself. He was to take his own test subjects, his own prisoners. He was never alone, of course, the Chieftain did not trust him enough for that. His Baedurin guard were also keeping an eye on the malformed seer, making sure that he did not step out of line.

But step out of line, he did not.

He simply watched the brutality of his people. They relished in war, bright motes of destruction that shone like stars across the battlefield. He could feel each and every one, their bloodlust, their longing for battle. He closed his eyes.

Each Drael in the city would begin to feel refreshed. More coordinated. Urged into deeper and darker acts of violence, and suddenly find the strength and resolve to complete them. Ehud called to each soul he could find, whipping them into a fervor. And each enemy mind he found, he gave them doubt. Fear. Wore through their resolve like acid, until it was bleached white.

Ehud's battle meditation was the great equalizer. He reached for the core of each being he touched, looking for who they truly were. In the Bryn'adul, he drew out strength. In all else...

Weakness.

- Galak - Kyrim Tenebris - Tathra Khaeus - Osam - Bazh'Thu - Hrajlmak'Natok -​

 

[Osam]

Objective B
Post 3

Even as the Sraelvun and their Risen Major continued their sweep of assorted residential blocks, it was becoming more and more evident that the Draelvasier had condemned Pri-cata to destruction. Fires could be seen soaring over the tops of even the tallest structures, and where proud complexes of apartments and businesses had stood, now there could be seen piles upon piles of rubble and detritus. The Brumaks in their destructive capacity had lent themselves well to the overall structural annihilation, but it had been a combined force of many units which had performed so much of the damage.

Somewhere not far from the squad of drones, there was the bestial and intimidating roar of a Skag. It was likely it and its rider had engaged in battle with another batch of Pri-catan defenders, though whether they were merely the fledgling militiamen or proper soldiers was impossible to tell from this distance. Regardless, Osam simply acknowledged that he would find defenders roughly in the direction, and then proceeded with his own work of clearing out streets block by block.

Of course, sound had a way of traveling, and the Risen-Srael was not the only way to hear the primal call of the war-mount. Drawn or repelled by the noise of the vicious creature, a rival band of humanoid natives had begun to exit their entrenched positions and were now stalking across the street, apparently intent on diving into an alleyway and regroup with other members of their doomed defense force. They'd made a terrible mistake in moving within view of the Sraelvun, but by mere chance, they were far enough away that a firefight wouldn't be over instantaneously due to the likelihood of misfires and that the enemy would find makeshift cover.

Osam raised his spiker rifle, and the Sraelvun followed.

Galak | Tathra Khaeus | Bazh'Thu | Ehud | Hrajlmak'Natok

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Four
Objective: A
Tags: Galak | Kyrim Tenebris | Osam | Bazh'Thu | Hrajlmak'Natok |

The Emissary and the Brutes of the 10th pushed to support him, Tathra knew he had to capitalise on the opportunity - leaping into action as he pressed on the offensive. He leapt forward, crashing into the wall just below the burning stairway; his elbow cracking through the stone wall as it crumbled under his three ton weight.

Debris crackled down to the floor as Tathra spun the Long-Axe in an anchored grip between his thumb and index finger, swirling the weapon back and force, cutting down a handful in a blur of motion. Bursting into a sprint right, Tathra ground to a halt as three turned to face him. He cared not to distinguish their species or traits quickly, his right gauntlet swung outward - striking the first into the ground, crashing into the stone as he thrust outward with the Axe in a stabbing motion into the gut of the closest to his left.

The Gamorrean swung its short battle-axe for Tathra's head, putting his right arm directly in range of the weapons hilt. Tathra blocked the momentum of the swing moments before impact, the disgusting green creature shrieked in surprise as its strike was pushed back. It staggered back a step as he forced its two armed swing aside before cutting across from the one he'd impaled moments before and cutting off the Gamorrean's right arm, the swing brought the Axe upward and close to his right hand, grasping the Long-Axe close to the beard as he slashed downward.

The fat bloated creature's shrieks were silenced as its torn body slumped to the ground. Another thrust with a spear, narrowly avoiding his neck; grasping the weapon in his left hand, his weighted leverage allowing him to spin the spear low; applying pressure as it reached his thigh, snapping the spear in his hand as Tathra slammed the beard of the Axe into his foe, embedded the weapon in his face and torso before kicking him off, destroyed body tumbling into the rubble and bodies below.

Tathra discarded the remains of the spear, they had cleared the outer courtyard. No doubt those who had retreated would be doing their best to reinforce whatever defences they had deeper within.

"Galak, take a squad and move to flank their defences at the main entrance. I will lead the rest on a frontal assault!"

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective: B
Post: 2
Tags: Galak / Osam / Kyrim Tenebris / Tathra Khaeus / Ehud / Bazh'Thu

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Hrajlmak paced through Pri-cata. His footfalls silenced by the earthquake that was his servitor. The Militia had mostly fallen back to an unseen line deeper within the city. Pockets of fighters still remained near the front, attempting to thin the numbers. Hopelessly. A blue flash lit up a shadowy corner, followed by a bolt smacking into Hrajlmak's shoulder. He growled and took a step toward the source before it lit up with countless more, forcing him to recoil behind a chunk of rubble. They pressed his cover, desperate to keep him there. But he had only used the cover to give himself some room to think. Before a moment had passed he leaped high above the rock, the stream of plasma loosely tracking him. Once in the air he volleyed a ball of flame against the blaster current. The red sphere exploded in a liquid splash, illuminating the black hideout. A huddled group of five flailed and dispersed in all directions. Hrajlmak landed solidly and punched one who had blindly run toward him square in the mouth. The inflamed humanoid swung backwards, silenced.
Hrajlmak's torso was littered in superficial holes. Each coated in dripping flesh.

Hrajlmak was cautious not to overstep his cognitive boundaries. The mind of a Servitor was ever a daunting task, especially when coupled with large groups of Sraelvun and Baedurin. But tonight was different. The caress of a Seer's mind washed over him in his moment of respite. His concentration was steel, his grip on these myriad brains unrelenting. Tonight there was free-reign without fear of loss of control.

 

[Osam]

Objective B
Post 4

The spiker rifle leveled off, a single target among the defending band having been picked out.

And then, as if though something had touched his very spirit from afar, he felt a drive of motivation. Zeal for the Crusade and what it meant to purge the pitiable beings that they had encountered began to flood through his body like an unseen narcotic, fomenting violence in his body with every pulsating beat of his heart. Where there had been only the thought of efficient slayings now lay truly awful acts of brutality and terror. There were a number of directions, and a body could be torn suddenly in each and any in any combination. Feeling the weight of the spiker rifle in his hands as if though it were a new plaything, he suddenly felt the inclination to test how many of these directions he could force upon an organic form before it ceased to appear like a man at all.

Suddenly, a strange evasiveness came to the steps of the clearly fleeing soldiers across the end of the street as a similar feeling overtook them. Where there were resolve and confidence in the Draelvasier, however, there was now a sense of doom and foreboding in their opposition. How could they ever hope to defeat the monstrosities that were at their doorstep, which hunted them down like they were mere animals and harried them until their sparks had been extinguished?

There was less time for some of them to determine the exact nature of their doom because mere moments after the new emotions had begun to solidify, there was a crack of spiker rounds pouring out from down the street. Osam had guessed correctly that a few of the shots would go wide entirely due to distance and recoil, but several hit their marks, spraying vital pieces of the organisms across several meters. The soldiers -- they wore uniforms and were clearly members of a military force instead of mere militia -- upon seeing their comrades disappear in such visceral fashion and with their minds stretched thin by the techniques of an unseen individual promptly broke, their rout forcing some to drop their weapons and others to scrabble on their hands and knees like children.

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