Dominion The Bryn'adûl | The Last Breath | Teth

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective: B
Post: 5
Tags: Galak / Osam / Kyrim Tenebris / Tathra Khaeus / Ehud / Bazh'Thu

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The Rhivaks barreled past, fast as a whirlwind. Some broke straight through like they were punching snow. Other lodged themselves in stronger sections, having to pull out and charge again. The last line was breached and immediately, streams of Drone troops and Brutes of the 12th Regiment poured through - their weapons exploding relentlessly at a plethora of species. As the crowd flowed, Hrajlmak dropped from his pedestal and immersed himself in the sea of heads. The energy, the movement. It was all unparalleled. He ran as though he were dragged by a current. Picking his moment, he burst from the crowd, high into the air and through a window. The rifle that had been mounted there pushed out of the way, its user thrown to the back of the room. Hrajlmak ejected a short spark at the Twi'lek's face and swung his staff into the ribs of another soldier. The blade ripped a large portion of flesh and bone from the body and the being crumpled. Hrajlmak took a quick look at the face now gasping in silent pain. A Noghri, to his surprise. The fight advanced and Hrajlmak moved on swiftly.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Six
Objective: A
Tags: Galak

With the Emissary pushing to meet him, the Brute forces rejoined as they crushed the enemy army between them. It was a bloody slaughter, but it didn't take long before their entire force was simply bodies crushed underfoot. Tathra cut the last down with a two-handed slash of his Axe, the last to fall was the supposed Chief of the Wookie Berserkers. No doubt a worthy foe, but by the time Tathra found him he was barely standing; half trampled and riddled with spiker rounds.

He was doing all he could to just not die, but he received a dignified end for his resilience. With their deaths few, the Brute force of the 10th regiment lead their way to the main gates of the Monastery, Tathra marched with the Emissary Galak at his side. As they reached the gates, Tathra slashed outward in two massive wide strikes, releasing powerful ribbons of red kinetic energy that cut an X through the massive gates. In the seconds afterwards, their Grenadiers blasted away the now loose stone doors with their Bryn Shots.

As the smoke cleared, the Titan and the Emissary marched into the main chamber. A total of six Hutts sat around a table, all of their soldiers inside were the wounded who had retreated earlier. Before a single one could raise their weapons, they were killed by the Brutes at their side. Tathra eyed each of the Hutts, fat, disgusting creatures.

"Look at these, disgusting foul fleshlings Galak. These slime who perpetuate weakness' greatest offences." The Titan spoke with a thick layer of disgust in his tone.

 

[Galak]

Post: Seven
Objective: A
Tags: Tathra Khaeus

It didn't take long for their pitiful army to fall. The Brutes of the 10th Regiment were ruthless, and soon enough they were fighting their way into the heart of the Monastery. They'd cull this world of the misappropriating filth Hutts that so frequently sought greed and weakness. When they were confronted with the figures of the Hutts, Galak shared the Titan's sentiments of disgust.

The Brutes spread into the court room, weapons trained on the Hutts still sitting idle in their chairs. Galak spat on the ground, turning to the Chieftain as they stood in the chamber. He didn't understand why creatures like these persisted. When massive factions crusading for justice existed, how did this slime continue on? If anything, everything he'd seen as they swept through the Galaxy convinced him that they needed to start over.

"On your word, Sire."

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Seven
Objective: A
Tags: Galak

He looked across the various faces of the Hutt crime lords. Some were consumed by fear, most in shock, unable to comprehend what was happening here or why. A few others looked defeated, weeping for their fallen kin. But only one of them understood, she was to the far left - large and muscular as Hutts go, with a stern look as her gaze caught his.

The opaque aureate eyes had no response to her fearsome scowl, but there was a slim acknowledgement. Tathra stared through her, he could feel it. He felt the deep sorrow, whether it was his or hers he had no sure way to know. But in that moment he understood that maybe one in a million or a hundred thousand could be saved perhaps. A rare few among the species of the Galaxy did not deserve their fate, but they choose a solitary and purposeless life all the same.

And that was why they ALL had to die.

Tathra then looked to the Emissary; Galak. His face hardened as he nodded to the Brute.

"Kill them all. We're done here."

 

[Primal Architect]

Bryn'adûl Victory!
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All that remains is left in, ashes. The grand cities, the monastery, have all fallen. The planet's populace has been exterminated and their constructions shattered. The Hutt families and their mercenary grip of the Mara Corridor has been shattered. The Brutes of the 10th Regiment have cut down the enemy to last man, putting an end to their enemies control of Teth.

The planet now comes into the fold as the Bryn'adûl begin their deployment of Nimscall terraformers and the beginnings of a Bryn'adûl Super Construct. Those who have fallen now become meat for the grinder, as beasts of all kinds travel freely across the planet surface - unburdened by the constructions of men.

Teth belongs to the strong, to the Bryn'adûl.