Dominion The Bryn'adûl | The Last Breath | Teth

[Ehud]

OBJECTIVE B - BURN THEM ALL
POST 3
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The minds of the Hurt and Wounded of a battle were always the easiest to break.

Ehud had to sit down to continue his concentration on the Battle Meditation. Walking was a distraction, and he needed all of his focus in maintaining the advantage he'd created. It was having an effect on the battlers already, as the smaller Teth defense began to flee at vital points along the enemy battle lines, and Ehud's people surged forward with renewed strength. It was inspiring to watch, and Ehud wished, not for the first time, that he could be up there, and attain some of the glory he gave to them.

But no, that was not the hand life dealt to him. He had to find glory in other ways. By making himself useful.

While he kept concentration on his Battle Meditation, he began to take stock of which enemies died, and which were gravely wounded. He mentally noted the spots the living went down, and filed them away for later use. He sent a command to one of his guards, to begin collecting them for himself.

Ehud was not one for overconfidence, but even he conceded that this battle was over. It was over even before he'd begun his meditation. Now, all that was left for him to do was to watch the carnage unfold, and collect his prisoners.

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

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective: B
Post: 3
Tags: Galak / Osam / Kyrim Tenebris / Tathra Khaeus / Ehud / Bazh'Thu

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In Pri-cata, the combined effects of a Seer and two Warlocks spurred the Bryn'adul's troops onward with near-inconceivable morale and determination. It seemed to Hrajlmak not the gravest of injuries below death would stop a drone from moving forward. Those without legs crawled, those without arms turned savage, biting what they could lay their teeth on. Teth gave Hrajlmak what he wanted and more. It was a true show of Draelvasier ferocity.

In his own feverish state, Hrajlmak swept through buildings and across foxholes, impaling what was close and incinerating the distant. Bursting through the weakened wall of a burnt out residence he landed before a large squadron of militia troops. Species from across the Galaxy looked on him with the same face. As if the manifestation of the urge to kill were a universal constant. They raised their blasters and Hrajlmak raised his arms. The ground rumbled. It grew it violence until it was a disorientating earthquake. Some of the aliens caught on and in a panic, fired as many shots as they could manage in the brief time allotted to them. Most of them hit their target and Hrajlmak recoiled against the melting pain. In that moment, the ground beneath their feet tore open and the massive, writhing head of a Servitor came spiralling into the air. Hrajlmak looked upward in glee as it came crashing down to earth, buring its head once more in the ground and returning to its realm under the feet.

 

[Osam]

Objective B
Post 5

With the enemy force broken with such brutal efficiency, it not became necessary for the few surviving elements to be cleaned up. While typically this would involve a gradual approach and constant lookout for a secondary ambush, there was a fierce and gnawing motivation stirring in the belly of the Risen-Srael and in his subordinates. It was a sort of hunger that extended out of the stomach and into the heart, a desire to hunt and slaughter that had been stoked up into a fervent adherence to the tenants. Even the thought of approaching with such caution when they were facing mere animals seemed to fly in the face of what it meant to be Draelvasier, and with a victorious shriek, the Sraelvun were let off of their proverbial leashes.

The group of ten raced across the space between themselves and the remnants of the defending squad, leaping over pieces of shattered architecture and broken vehicles in the process. In the distance, the aftershocks of one of the great Servitor worms could be felt even here as it jostled throughout the ground, breaking apart duracrete with its tremendous strength and writhing out of the ground like a force of nature. While the rumbling of the crust wrought even greater terror in the humans and their weak companions, it was an inspiration to the Draelvasier who recognized that their victory upon the world was all but assured.

There was a mockery of a defense put up by the squabbling squad as they hastily raised their dropped blasters and fired off shots in panic. The frenzy of the Sraelvun allowed them to lunge forward even when one or two of the shots managed to hit their marks between the plates of their armor, and they fell upon them like ravenous beasts. Comparatively, the strength of any of the Draelvasier was substantially greater than that of the weak humanoids, and when the fight fell to melee range, it was over in an instant. Weapons hadn't even been required to take down the remaining few men given the presence of claws at the end of each Sraelvun's hand, and the other advantages granted them by their physiology.

Hrajlmak'Natok | Galak | Kyrim Tenebris | Ehud | Bazh'Thu

 

[Bazh'Thu]

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

The ground surface oscillated at its core, as myriads of writhing Servitors slithered underneath the populated metropolis. The jaws of the serpentine Beasts engraved through the soil, enfeebling the city's underlying foundations. The city infrastructure began to collapse inward at the loss of its footings, burrowing into the earthly void beneath. The desperate men and women of Pri-cata shrieked in fear, as their lives became closer to forfeit. They flooded inward the city, unknowing of their sealed ruin. Instilled in the hearts of the frightened was self-preservation. Their screams of fear eventually turned into howls of rage, as they clawed their way to the place they deem safest. The guardsmen, overwhelmed by the number of dissident citizens, ceded their positions and released the blockade. The city barricades broke in, as the raucous citizens streamed akin to prey. The uniformed men also retreated back in, carrying the grievously wounded with them. The grave result of their mass deluge was conspicuous, as the inner walls of the city became jam-packed by the heathen. The Draelvasiers' advance was imminent, and there will be no way to halt their lust for blood and flesh.

Bazh'Thu's jaw snapped into one of the militia infantry-men's jugular, before tossing the disemboweled corpse to the ground. At the sight of the dispirited enemy, he sprinted to the enemy lines with his bestial mount. His war-beast, although its cast-iron hide was already punctured from gunshot injuries, charged at the enemy under the will of its Master, Its diabolical horns pierced through enemy ranks with little difficulty, impaling a sole infantry-men by his abdomen. The war-beast lunged at a nearby soldier, picking him up with its jaws, before mangling his body into mere butcher-meat. The Shaman swung his obsidian mace downward, as its blade splintered in an infantry-man's scalp. Dispirited by their casualties, the remaining militia forces were forced to retreat back into the inner city complex, where their final abode stands.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective C - Speak with those worthy of it.
Post: One
Tags: Ehud

The one handed Primarch grasped his Staff tightly, watching and feeling as his beasts tore through the cities. After a long time spent aside, a Seer once more blessed their military presence with a very physical aid. The Primarch was very rarely outmatched in terms of aptitude within the force, but the Seers talent for Battle Meditation was beyond natural power.

The Primarch was a Beast Master first and foremost, he commanded great serpents and sunk cities. But the Seer granted a frantic determination to the battle prowess of every warrior under their command and made even a victory such as this all the more swift.

The two unknowingly shared similar sentiments, this battle was finished. "Seer Ehud, welcome to the front lines. It is good to see you once again."

 

[Osam]

Objective B
Post 6

The reins had been loosened substantially by the Major for the charge, and he now observed the after-effects of that command as the Sraelvun drones took to the corpses of the slain, crawling atop them and taking out whichever pieces of prime meat they desired. As if though they had been stuck in a state of famine, they devoured all they were able, attempting to sate that bloodlust and hunger that had been drilled into them from afar. Typically servile and obedient, the Sraelvun showed their true colors in the feasting, snapping at one another even as they devoured whatever they could get their hands upon.

Osam realized the difference between himself and them as he watched, holding himself back from quite so animalistic a feast and choosing instead to eat slowly and keep watch on the rest of the street in the process. When given the opportunity to be set loose, it seemed that his subordinates had devolved immediately into mere beasts, snapping and biting and chewing whatever they were able as if though they would never be fed again. He had displayed acts of similar carnage in the past, but he had never given in so fully to the hunger as to devote himself to a full-fledged feast in the middle of a campaign. A bite here or there had always sufficed to sate his appetites.

A shriek summoned them back to their attention, and though most of them replied, one or two still stuck to their meat like savages. A spiker round directly into the ground near them reminded them of their obligations to the Crusade, and the stragglers promptly rejoined the group. Bellies bloated with the flesh of the fallen, the Sraelvun uncomfortably returned to their duties of stalking along the streets and Pri-cata, searching for their next fight so that they could claim the world in the name of the Titan, and remove the weakness that had corrupted it in the past.

They would almost certainly find their fight in the core of the city where the last vestiges of defense still stood.

Bazh'Thu | Primarch Drek'ma | Hrajlmak'Natok | Ehud | Galak | Kyrim Tenebris

 

[Ehud]

OBJECTIVE C - CHIT-CHAT
POST 4
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Ehud had his mind stretched thin, keeping up his meditation for as long as he could. In this state, he felt a little bit of each mind, their emotions, their wants and desires, funneled through him. Each Draelvasier's triumph and elation in the battle was mirrored by a Tethian's abject terror and last moments. It was a sobering feeling, to experience what an army of sentient beings feel in their last moments.

Even while distracted, Ehud could never have missed the approach of the Primarch. Drek'ma shone in the Force, a master of their craft, and a mote of raw Force power that was dizzying to look at for too long.

Ehud opened his pale gold eyes, which still sputtered with light as he performed his Battle Meditation. He smiled, his expression calm, not holding any of the savagery or fear that blazed across the minds of those he touched, and inclined his head into a small bow. "Primarch Drek'ma." Ehud's voice was amused, light, deferential.

"I apologize if I seem distracted. I have... much on my mind, at the moment." Ehud chuckled to himself at his own play on words. "Many Seers would be content to stay on Draemidus Prime. But battle is, quite literally, in our genetics. I am sure I am not the first Baedurin to find our home planet stifling."

Ehud smiled again at the Aeravalin. "It is good to see you as well, Primarch. Though, I expected to see you 'in the thick of it', to borrow a phrase from our enemy. Leading from the back, are we?"

It was all in good humor, but Ehud half-expected the Primarch to take offense at the joke. It was his job, after all, to prod.

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

 

[Galak]

Post: Five
Objective: A
Tags: Kyrim Tenebris | Osam | Bazh'Thu | Hrajlmak'Natok | Primal Architect | Tathra Khaeus

"Yes, sire!" Galak shouted in response to the Titan's order, he wasn't the only one that heard it. Almost immediately the others fell in line, alongside the Brute Emissary half of the Brutes under his Command fell in line behind them as they began to move the long way round. Whilst the Chieftain pushed for the front, Galak would apply pressure from the side.

This was no new tactic, they'd done this sort of thing hundreds of times before across a dozen star systems. This time would be no different, Galak broke into a sprint, their forces charged left of the pyramid shaped entrance, moving to find a separate upward ramp to flank their enemy. Galak knew this time would be no different, they fought alongside the Chieftain himself. He didn't quite understand it, but to all of them Tathra was their leader, father, mentor, and fellow warrior. All of that made him their Chieftain, their King - as humans would say.

When the warriors of the Bryn fought alongside side Tathra, nothing could beat them. They rallied to him, and with that great power at their aid nothing could stop them. That very same vigor ran through his blood now too as they pushed the lightly defended ramp, nay did a shot miss as the Brutes moved as fast as they could; leaping across the ramparts and engaging their foe.

"Push! To the Chieftain! To the Chieftain!"

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective: B
Post: 3
Tags: Galak / Osam / Kyrim Tenebris / Tathra Khaeus / Ehud / Bazh'Thu

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The further they went, the more empty the streets were. Pockets of resistance bent on ambush were increasingly rare. Even if it couldn't be seen directly, their rapid retreat was obvious. The assault slowed to a crawl while the Bryn'adul forces gathered themselves for the final wave against the city's core. This would be the brunt of the fighting after a short and sharp battle for the outer layers. Teth was quite obviously finished. Other parts of the planet had almost certainly fallen already. Hrajlmak rallied a large combined force near the walls of the city's final line.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective C - Speak with those worthy of it.
Post: Two
Tags: Ehud

"No apology necessary." The Primarch responded, his unblinking gaze and voice held a empathetic tone and structure. The creature blinked and simply walked to stand beside the Seer as he spoke of expectations.

He scoffed at the notion, not because he considered the Seer's words insulting. But because they'd just created the Warlocks, it was not a Shamans place to stand in the thick of the combat. The loss of his left hand was a reminder of that in every passing moment.

"My place is here. I must oversee the battle to use our instruments to full affect." He explained, a tinge of irritancy in his voice but more strained and tired of the same discussion than tired of the Seer.

The Primarch raised its left arm, indicating to the stub that remained of its left hand.

"I am more suited to my role as Commander than I am a combatant."

 

[Kyrim Tenebris]

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

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Coming out into a large cavern, with what seemed to be a screen at the top, Kyrim carelessly noticed that he had walked into an arena. What did it matter to him whether the cavern was an arena or a meeting hall, all he cared about was decimating the non-Drael population.

And this cavern arena was empty of such, well at least of the small kind, for in the darkness of a cave-like corner, two eyes followed Kyrim's every movement. The Jungle Rancor sized up the hybrid which stood at the entrance to the arena cavern, its violent cunning enabling it to do so, for it was smarter than it looked.

Into the shadows Kyrim walked, pacing himself to a strut, giving the jungle rancor time to see what he truly was. And as he came within arms reach of the confused gladiatorial beast, he showed it what true death was.

From the bowels of the monastery, a bloodcurdling roar filled with pain and terror could be heard echoing through the cavernous tunnels and up into the monastery itself.

 

[Osam]

Objective: B
Post 7

The streets of the city were becoming increasingly quiet, mused the Risen-Srael as the squadron of Sraelvun finished their patrol across another block of apartment complexes and flashing commercial structures. The buildings had either been completely abandoned or else whatever residents were still within them were doing their best to cower and hide away from the encroaching marauders. Osam's duty had been to eliminate any resistance along the way, and so long as the weaklings stayed within their holes, he had no inclination to hunt them down. The structures would simply be detonated after the fighting had concluded, and whatever had been alive in them would be crushed under the weight of their sanctuary.

Escaping into the core of the city, the defenders had managed to erect a number of last-stand barricades and had rallied together to fend off the insurmountable wave of Draelvasier. They would fail, obviously, but the truth of that seemed to have done little to dissuade them from their defense. If anything, It had bolstered their morale, seeing them through to the terrible end. They would die, but they would do all that they were able to take Draelvasier along with them, and protect whatever civilians remained and could not be evacuated.

Osam and his companions heard the rallying calls of a number of other drone squadrons as well as a contingent of other fellow warriors, and began to make their way to the group. A familiar-looking figure had managed to combine several of the Bryn'adul forces for the final push into the city's core, and the Risen-Srael behaved with obedience, joining in the mass for the assault. Beyond eyesight for the Risen-Srael, but close enough to hear were the Brumaks that had been accompanied earlier in the day, and he swore that he could hear the guttural sounds of a number of other war-beasts preparing to join in the fray.

The end had come for Teth, one final fight would seal their place in history.

Hrajlmak'Natok | Ehud | Bazh'Thu | Kyrim Tenebris

 

[Ehud]

OBJECTIVE C - SAGE ADVICE
POST 5
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Ehud studied the Shaman with interest, his sputtering yellow eyes mellowing for a moment, before continuing to spark. Drek'ma had surprised him, in a good way. His response was not a very Drael answer.

"Very wise, Primarch," the Seer said, smiling softly even as he fought to keep his meditation. "I have often found that when one strength fails you, the others will grow to accommodate. Perhaps, in the loss of one hand, you will discover another, yes?"

Ehud understood, better than most, what an absence of strength felt like. Perhaps, in another timeline, he would have been one of the best warriors the Bryn'adul had to offer. But in the absence of that power, he has had to adapt in other ways. Ways that have made him successful. Ways that would undoubtedly push Drek'ma to be successful as well.

"It is not in the nature of the Draelvasier to lead from the back. But it is in the nature of an intelligent and prudent commander. I applaud you."

"On a mildly related note, one does not have to be a commander, or a seer, to know that this battle is reaching it's foregone conclusion."

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

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective C - Speak with those worthy of it.
Post: Three
Tags: Ehud

Was it wisdom? Perhaps. But it was not accommodation, but strength through unity. He aided those who fought in place of him by acting as Commander, that was still strength. There was more to power than the breaking of skulls and the crashing of shields upon flesh.

"Intelligence and prudence are both aspects of Strength. Our tenants speak of this Seer, where we face adversity and overcome it."

The Primarch wordlessly motioned to both the Seers crippled form and his loss of a hand. They both knew what he spoke of whether it was direct or not.

"Is how an individual contributes to the whole that is truly a sign of power." The Primarch remained seemingly unmoving, a passion his words would seem to imply was robbed from him by his position and perspective. Or at least so it seemed.

The Primarch's movements were echoed by the tap of his staff against the ground, walking forward slightly as he observed the battlefield.

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective: B
Post: 4
Tags: Galak / Osam / Kyrim Tenebris / Tathra Khaeus / Ehud / Bazh'Thu

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Hrajlmak's small figure stood elevated above the crowds on a pile of rubble. He unconsciously probed the stubs of severed fingers on his left hand while his focus remained on voicelessly coordinating the crowd below him. In the front, Rhivaks lined up to crush the initial blocking fortifications. Behind them a mixture of Sraelvun and Baedurin groups. Six eyes analysed each squad and its role. These would come quickly behind the Rhivaks to shred the defenders. Simple shock tactics to deliver the final nail in Teth's coffin. Soon enough the combined final wave came to a shuffling halt. Quiet under the starlight, the Bryn'adul waited for the final word. That one utterance that would condemn this world to the fate of so many others. Hrajlmak raised his staff high into the black sky. It's red misty blade cutting a crescent shape out of the stars like a sinister mockery of a moon. He took a deep breath of crisp air and emptied his lungs with a roar so inspired it shook his body visibly. While his gutteral voice echoed through Pri-cata, the Rhivaks charged forward and ripped through the first wall into the the city's core.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Five
Objective: A
Tags: Hrajlmak'Natok | Bazh'Thu | Ehud | Kyrim Tenebris | Primarch Drek'ma | Osam | Galak |

As his Emissary lead the flank, Tathra turned to the Brutes at his side. His steely gaze was met with ones of equal conviction, the battle hardened Brutes of the 10th Regiment stood tall and proud. Ready for the battle ahead. His features spread into an enthused grin, nodding ambiguously to the crowd.

"We will strike into the heart of this infestation, and we will take another world for ourselves. This will be ours! For your children, for the Galaxy!"

Tathra thrust his Axe into the air, right hand slamming into his chest. His motions, echoed by the Brutes at his side as they repeated a small portion of the Emissary Galak's Haka. Tathra repeated it, turning on his heel as he charged forward - rallying the Brutes in a dagger formation as they pressed forward on the forward defences.

A surge of warriors of all kinds, as much as the Hutts could possibly afford flooded out from the gates. The Brutes were surely outnumbered, but Tathra knew in his heart every one of his warriors counted for a thousand of theirs. The Brutes kept pace with him sprinting as hard as they all could as the two forces clashed. The Titan took his sword from his back into his right hand, pirouetting into the depths of the enemy forces - creating a gap in their line for his own.

For every blow, the Brutes of the 10th Regiment kept pace with the Titan as they cut down hundreds as they pushed - waiting for the arrival of the Emissary. Minutes past as the battle grew more savage, Tathra thrust his Axe into the ground; sending a red kinetic shockwave in all directions. Knocking back dozens of foes as they moved to swarm him.

In a moment of respite, Tathra looked about the battlefield as he heard a familiar voice. Galak. They had made it in time. "We fight to the Emissary. Forward brothers!"

 

[Galak]

Post: Six
Objective: A
Tags: Hrajlmak'Natok | Bazh'Thu | Ehud | Kyrim Tenebris | Primarch Drek'ma | Osam | Tathra Khaeus |

When the Brutes saw their Chieftain, a great rage grasped them as they charged to their dying brethren. The Brutes at his side were beginning to be overrun, and Galak had no intention of letting anymore of his kin die to these slime. The Brutes pushed up the flank, forming a line behind the Hutt forces. Galak took to the front, dropping his rifle. He'd try and turn their attention away from Tathra's forces and toward their own.

Once they realised they had been flanked, it would demoralise them and split their focus. Galak broke into a forward sprint, firing both of his gauntlet mounted wrist blades into the ground, killing three. Galak leapt forward, hunching over as he brought both blades back into his gauntlet; twisting his torso as he cut another in half.

Galak's left hand shot up his back, taking the Bryn Shot form his back as he opened fire into the crowd; bodies and limbs flung in all directions. Galak started to slowly make his way toward the Titan. They would rally their forces to them, and together they would destroy them all.

 

[Ehud]

OBJECTIVE C - SAGE ADVICE
POST 6​

"Yet, all too many of our warriors forget, so that our own code becomes foreign doctrine." Ehud shrugged, his eyes finally resting their flickering, becoming a cloudy yellow. He had to abandon his meditation, even he could not keep his talents up forever. The action had drained much from him, and he needed to rest.

The Primarch's next words gave Ehud pause. Did the Seer truly prescribe to the holistic nature of their culture? Being useful had kept him alive, yes, but was it truly in Ehud's heart to contribute to the whole? Not really, he concluded, with an inward grin. He taught, and he saw, and he used his gift for the whole, but he did not value collective strength as much as the Drael before him. Ehud was a selfish creature. And after having touched the minds of so many Drael in the battle today, he had a sneaking suspicion that many Draelvasier were just as selfish in their desires as him.

But he didn't let on to his musings. He nodded instead. "Perhaps. Everyone has their place in our conquest. An army needs warriors. A government, administrators. A battle, an orchestrator."

A galaxy, a ruling interest.

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

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective C - Speak with those worthy of it.
Post: Four
Tags: Ehud

The comments on the nature of their fellow kin gave pause to the Primarch. His mind seemingly swept over the thoughts of the Seer twice over, he did not agree. Indeed Ehud was a Seer, but a controversial one and what he had just said, made that all the more clear.

The Primarch turned to him, a quizzical look branching over his face. If the Seer truly believed heretics to be among them. Why would he not bring those individuals to light? Did their practices not ensure their tenants remained? Drek'ma did not like the deeper implications of what had been said.

"I disagree. I have fought alongside many of our kin. From Baedurin to Sraelvun. The creed of our creator is strong."

Though, the Seers next words seemed to concede. However the Primarch was not entirely convinced. "Everyone has their place. We thrive when given a purpose. The weak naives that inherited this Galaxy will die serving a greater purpose than their lives ever could have granted them. They die as children of Khaeus. As we all will, eventually."

 

[Osam]

Objective B
Post 8

It quickly became evident that any and all resources from the remote pieces of Pri-cata had been reorganized into the core districts of the city. Osam recognized some of the same materials that he had seen while out on his extermination patrols, recognizing the emblems of various stores and marketplaces which had decided to donate some of their remaining items to the valiant defenders. Such late-game collaboration among the doomed races would not save them from their fate, however, and while it was an admirable attempt, the reeking stench of commercial prosperity had prevented these same establishments from giving earlier in the fight when it may have made a greater difference.

That was one of the weaknesses of the galaxy, Osam mused even as the mighty call of Hrajlmak'Natok released the warriors to strike at the heart of Pri-cata. The people of the galaxy were always so caught up in their own affairs that they forgot the bigger picture of what was happening around them, and they were so focused on individual gain that any contribution that didn't immediately seem to provide them with benefits was deemed entirely unnecessary, despite the fact that it would ultimately preserve the whole in the process.

The Sraelvun had paused to feast earlier in spite of the battle, but they had been performing their tasks as given by their Major, and he had been performing as deemed fit by the Drone Commander. There was a hierarchy of rank, but each order ultimately came down from the Ish'makra and the Chieftain, and that meant there was a unity of purpose among the Draelvasier that could never hope to be matched by any current political body throughout the galaxy.

As Osam squeezed through a hole in a wall formed by a charging Rhivak, intent on securing a foothold for his fellows by which they could pierce the defensive lines guarding the city, he felt pride swell in his heart at having been formed as a Draelvasier.

Bazh'Thu