Dominion The Bryn'adûl | The Twenty-Eight Billion of Lakonia

[Primal Architect]

The Bryn'adûl | The Twenty-Eight Billion of Lakonia
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Lakonia system, home to thirteen planets and over twenty-eight billion lives. One of the most highly populated systems in the Galaxy. Slowly over time, the Bryn'adûl have cut away at the galactic populace but now, without the protection of the Jedi Order or the Sith Empire, the people of Lakonia and their planetary fleets are laid bare at the mercy of the Divine Brutality and its fleet. Each planet boasts it own fleet and defences, making for a sporadic naval battlefield. Our larger ships are at risk of being swarmed by their smaller craft. Their fleet is commanded from an orbital centre, around which a array of overlapping shields and naval defences are concentrated. Select teams have been deployed in Strikers, their exteriors coated with upgraded Radesh Oil; allowing them to bypass the shields. These teams will be backed by a small force of Conquesters to distract the enemy fleet orbiting the station.

All across the system, Burrowers are deployed across the planets. The focal point of this conflict, Thessalia and Montauk. The most heavily populated planets in the system, fires stretch across their cities; hundreds of thousands already dead as the battle rages on.

The streets run red with the blood of the fallen, a mixture of native military forces and trapped Concord Jedi and troopers fight to the last man in every street of the cities.

This is a grand hour for the Bryn'adûl.

OBJECTIVE: CHALLENGE THE SKY
The impressive fleets of Lakonia are not to be underestimated, but they are outmatched. Their fleets must burn.

OBJECTIVE: INFILTRATION
The striker teams are deployed to board the Orbital station, bypassing their fleet and cutting off their chain of command at the head.

OBJECTIVE: EXTERMINATION
Fierce battle continues on the ground, the assault of an isolated island fortress guarding and orbital cannon and the blood drenched battles across the planets urban centres and military zones.

Spoiler

Tag: Sethrak | Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Hrajlmak'Natok | Osam | Tathra Khaeus | Krarolk T'manu | Ostak Cl'mana | Sarask Hiskt | Udomek Seker |

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Infiltration
Post: One
Tags: N/A

Ripples of green and blue exploded around the exterior of the Striker as the squadron pushed through the debris of the remaining enemy ships as the radesh oil allowed them to bypass through the shield. One of their escorts, exploding into a firey ball of red and white as the strikers that had made it through shot at full speed toward the orbital station.

Drek'ma grasped the edges of his seat, hands wrapping round the harness as the Striker impacted with the orbital station. The exterior bladed segments of the ship cutting through the stations exterior as the boarding charges blasted through the remaining infrastructure in their way.

An elite unit of Zealots poured out from the interior, engaging in combat against the enemy as other Striker ships blasted through, Rhivaks pouring out from the others as the Primarch stood, waiting inside their own. A Hive Bomber, trembling and squirming at his side as the creature died.

They would not be prepared for what would come next.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Extermination
Post: One

The Gunboat propelled to the ground below, plasma-throwers scorching the beachhead into glass as Burrowers landed in the sea, releasing more and more of their own forces. Galak leapt from the deployment hatch, landing on the crackling black scorched earth; Triad heavy in his grasp as he charged forward; Juggernauts at his side.

Overhead, Concord tanks were drained of their ability to deploy shields by Debauchers and Syphons, leaving them vulnerable as Ra'maks and Phedrak fighters flew overhead, combating Concord walkers and fighters as the planetary cannon fired, ripping through a Butcherer in the sky; shreds of ship and Errindak raining down on the sea as the cloudy sky was overshadowed by an immense explosion.

"Its time to make them pay for General Keldothera."

The Juggernauts at his side were a mixture of his own and the remainder of the 13th regiment, Kelda's purple ordained warriors. The Jedi were going to regret killing his friend.

 

[Osam]

Objective: Extermination
Post One

Osam observed from the balcony of the apartment complex as the fighting went on far below him. He was perhaps six or seven stories off of the ground, and so while the warriors and their armaments were plainly visible below him, they had reduced in their apparent stature until they seemed nothing more than minuscule figurines. Here was a mighty Baedurin whose height had been staggered by the colossal construction near him, and there a loyal Concord ranger who had seen his height halved by a Draelvasier rifle.

In the distance, he could make out the forces of Keldothera - the remnants that had served under her at least - as they fought alongside the Warlord and Emissary Galak . The Juggernauts were formidable combatants, and though the planetary defense forces were clearly putting all they could into fighting off the brutish Baedurin, they were badly outgunned and outmatched. The presence of enemy armor was perhaps the only thing that was managing to prevent a complete and utter crushing of their forces, but even these instruments of warfare were gradually being sapped of power and reduced to heaps of scrap metal.

The First of the Risen stretched out his new arm, feeling the way that his fingers closed around the air to clasp at the nothingness there. Seizing the wind had been an impossible task, but there was still sensation associated with it, and so it could hardly be called futility. It had been a remarkably painful few days that had brought him back from the brink of demise. The arrival of the Ashaka healers had been pure chance... his death had been all but a certainty, and yet, here he now stood.

He wondered whether Keldothera would have taken the option at survival had she been given the opportunity. She was no Sraelvun, and so the regeneration would not have stimulated as naturally... but there were methods akin to torture that could bring life into a husk, were there not? He was not privy to the secret methods utilized by the Ashaka, but he imagined within their grasp were a number of terrible and frightening alterations that could be performed in order to rejuvenate and renew.

It did not matter what she would have done, because she had left their mortal plane behind. The choice would never be made, nor the question ever uttered to her ears. There would only be stillness associated with her now, and the clamor of "honor" and "glory" that would cease only when the others had gone down into oblivion at her side.

"Keep an eye out for their APCs. There's a type in particular that I'd like to engage. To learn it. To learn their way. To punish it." He commanded to his squadron, returning to his own quiet vigil as the war waged beneath.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Challenge the Sky
Tags: N/A
Post: One

A total of two Debauchers dropped out of hyperspace above the enemy flagship. But these were different, larger with more tendrils and an blackened exterior hide with hardened tendrils and energy beams they were not unlike other Debauchers but it was larger in size. A new prototype, it organically coated itself in radesh oil, allowing its physical limbs to bypass the exterior shielding and land on the exterior of the flagship.

But they had to get close first. Tathra watched from the view display inside the boarding drill, a screen of Phedrak Fighters pulled out in front as the turbo-lasers opened fire on the approaching Debauchers. The two massive Debauchers pulled at the flagship on either side, massive tendrils beginning to drain the ship.

The Drones began to prepare their Carbines, the Juggernauts used their shotguns; prepping for boarding action. They were to take down the flagship, cripple the Lakonian fleet. The last time he had boarded a ship was at Eshan, more than a decade ago. A strange thing to remember, but this time he didn't plan on crashing it into the planet. Unlike the Echani homeworld, he wanted to keep this system and its many planets.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Extermination
Post: Two

Arcs of heavy blaster came down from the turrets built into the walls of the fortress. The Gunboats had delivered them just above the trenches, Concord troopers firing from below as the Juggernauts leapt in at his side. He could feel his heart pulsing in his chest, adrenaline running through his body.

The ground felt muddy beneath his feet, tensing his legs to stay upright as the soldiers almost moved in slow motion. He could see the fear in their faces as he raised the Triad in his grasp. The soldier next to him, helmetless, blonde hair.

Before Galak could even fire at him, he watched as the carbine bolt cut through his face, a gush of blood illuminated by the molten core of the spike exploding out from his broken facial structure. Galak could nearly smile, watching as they tried to retreat.

"Payback time."

 

[Osam]

Objective: Extermination
Post Two

Several minutes had managed to pass them by as they awaited the arrival of a very specific form of vehicle. Of course, there were at least a couple of APCs that had been utilized on the battlefield by the planetary defense forces, but none of them was his target. In spite of that fact, the squadron who were accompanying him were not sitting completely idle while they awaited the arrival of their prey. Instead, they utilized the vantage point that had been provided to them by the structure in order to pick off stragglers or to weaken infantry positions. It was difficult for the Concord soldiers to simultaneously fight off forces at ground and sky level after all.

Finally, the arrival of a specific type of enemy armor arrived: the Frittata APC, the same type that he had faced during the campaign that had cost him his arm and his organs. There was a gentle flinch as he spotted it, recalling the vivid memory of being hacked to pieces by the lightsaber, but the Frittata itself had caused him no personal harm, and so the reaction was not terribly severe. Nevertheless, he had learned that it was capable of projecting thermal distortion fields around itself which made it nearly impossible for the Draelvasier forces to observe it.

Short of adapting their eye-wear in order to encompass better modes of vision, Osam needed to uncover how they could fight against such a fierce threat. Perhaps the presence of a Syphon in close proximity would allow them to drain the energy sources of the vehicle in order to render its distortion field null? Yet... drawing close enough to it while it was being protected by a column of infantry would prove difficult, especially given the relatively squishy nature of Syphons.

"There. We're going to engage it. Marksman, remain here. Provide covering fire." He commanded, twisting about on the balcony and beginning the long trek towards the APC.

He would find a way.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Infiltration
Post: Two
Tags: N/A

The flesh of the Hive Bomber moved unnaturally, being pulled in and then stretched out as miniscule black spines began to pierce the flesh. A thick opaque black liquid dribbling from the hundreds of cuts.

They came from inside the torso of the Hive Bomber convulsed until ready to burst. The vapour poured out, forcing its way through the Striker and completely filling the entirety of ships gun bay.

Spreading out like black tendrils, hundreds of Draeyde bats poured out into the ship, tearing apart the naval crew as the android troopers moved to halt their advance. The HDR's were their only defence now.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Extermination
Post: Third

The Warlord pulled down hard on the trigger, the barrel circling as it let loose; hundreds of spikes exploding out from the barrel as dozens of troopers were cut down ahead of them as they tried to turn the corner. The closest to him was caught with two shots in the back, the molten bullets thrust into his back.

The molten interior oozing out as the impaling spikes struck him with such force that he was thrown off his feet, clawing at his clothing as he fell. A civilian perhaps. The second was struck from right to left, the spikes tearing his leg apart a the Triad's barrel ran over him.

A following trail of spikes tearing his back into mulched meat, the kinetic force propelling him into the wall opposite, slamming down to the ground as the Triad's missing bolts exploded against the walls, coating the retreating troops in molten plasma.

 

[Quoron Ver'dum]

Objective: Infiltration
Post: One
Tag: Primarch Drek'ma

The Striker cut into the side of the orbital station, its deployment bay slamming through glass as the corridor was robbed of its air. Adjacent to their ship, bodies poured out into the exposed vacuum, curling into frozen fragments as they slowly disappeared into the ocean of black behind them.

The Draelvasier called it space, but to him it seemed like the exact opposite. Full of so much light, stars and clearly dead bodies and debris as well. It made no difference. As the stations own shields were raised, the Striker released its own oxygen into the station.

It allowed them passage into the interior of the ship. Vaydralen stood shoulder to shoulder, Carbines in hand whilst he the Officer; carried a Glaive and Crippler. He'd become accustomed to the weapon, no doubt it would be of good use in such close quarters.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Challenge the Sky
Tags: N/A
Post: Two

The drilling arms bore down on the hull of the Flagship, opening up the pathways for their Warriors. An unclenching sheath of muscles revealed a biomechanical tunnel below them. Gazes shifted between Tathra and the other Drael in the boarding platform, the Titan nodded - aware of their apprehension.

As with all aspects of this war, he lead the way. Tathra crossed his arms over the breastplate, making his physical form as small as possible. Plasma bolts and molten spikes were already being exchanged by both parties as Tathra took the Axe from its magnetic sheathe, bringing it into the path of the concentrated fire.

A gauntleted fist pressed against the shaft of the Axe, allowing it to create a shield from the absorbed energies of the plasma; a glowing hue of red protecting him and the Juggernauts at his side as they opened fire into the corridor, tearing apart the defenders in the corridor.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Extermination
Post: Four

Turning the corner, the Warlord's weapon was cut in half. A flash of yellow energy severing the weapon into three pieces as a wing of destroyed Concord gunship was flung at him. Galak's eye grew wide with surprise as he jumped to the right, ducking for the trench wall. The gunship wing catching his side and knocking him flat on his back. He groaned, pain shooting up through his nervous system.

The scream of a man was all he could hear, looking around the ground he could see nothing other than the flames of the gunship. To his left, his own Warriors trying to shift the weight of the fallen debris, still fighting the enemy.

Only at the last second when he felt the heat, saw the light of the saber did Galak realise the Jedi was leaping down from above him. The Juggernaut raised his shield, blocking the impaling blade.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Infiltration
Post: Three
Tags: N/A

They were blinded, being torn apart by the flying creatures, it left the humans particularly vulnerable. The Primarch's stave clapped rhythmically as it hit the ground, both hands wrapped around it as white tendrils reached out from the base.

They writhed through the ground, leaping up at the androids like pythons, draining them until their internal motors became defunct. More droids and androids, it had been the same on Sarka.

"The control room. Use the Kraemonen." There was no explanation beyond that, the Drones didn't need it.

Flying around them, the Draeyde snarled ready to eat more flesh, but the Kraemonen were delivered among them. Pouring out from canisters as they began to override the ships controls.

 

[Osam]

Objective: Extermination
Post 3

Osam and his squad pushed closer and closer towards the APC, dipping, and diving between cover wherever it presented itself and punishing whatever Concord forces refused to do the same. The fact that their carbines were firing off such heavy munitions meant that whenever the weaker humanoid forces would attempt to seek protection behind weaker substances, they would be promptly shredded to pieces.

Of course, even the heavy bullets that they were firing off weren't enough to penetrate the exceptionally thick hide of the Frittata, and so Osam needed to discover a better way of dealing with the APC. After all, it wasn't as if though they packed very many squad-based weapons, and while the heavy ordinance of a Grenadier might be enough to break through it, it didn't seem sufficient to him. What if his Grenadier were dead? How would he manage to deal with the threat then?

It was difficult to see the APC even outside of its field of distortion as a result of what it was doing, but within it, he would be totally blind, and so he needed to determine a plan of action before he had gotten close. With such a thick shell, it seemed so unlikely that that would be the answer to his problem, but perhaps... perhaps he could strike at the vehicle's undercarriage. The way that it traveled wasn't spectacular, and attempting to eliminate its method of movement would all but remove it from a fight, even if it wasn't technically destroyed.

 

[Ostak Cl'mana]

POST: I
OBJECTIVE: EXTERMINATION
EQUIPMENT: Ceremonial fireproof leather Shaman robes

Ostak Cl'mana was ecstatic beyond belief.
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The Lakonia system was home to tens of billions of individuals, tens of billions of souls whose lives he could extinguish in pursuit of the Great Crusade the Draelvasier so lovingly pursued. The feeling of merely extracting the soul from a single human was an immense thrill of superiority, and the power radiating through him from his current kill count made him almost orgasmic in his pleasure.

About an hour and a half earlier, Ostak had leapt off an Urasik Wyvern into the outskirts of one of the many vast urban centers lining the surface of the planet Thessalia. The "jewel of Lakonia" was an ugly sight, its surface covered with machinery and artificial orbital rings. Their fragility would soon be revealed, and Thessalia would be cleansed as if it were a fruit with its inedible peel removed. Once the fickle mechanical structures were gone, only the natural bounty of the planet would remain, ripe for exploitation.

Understanding the vastness of the population of Thessalia, Ostak had decided to enter the city without any beasts, who lacked the Shaman-Overseer's ability to draw life from others. Instead, he rushed out in front of a vast vanguard of Juggernauts and Zealots, causing as much chaos and carnage as possible.

Indeed, Ostak continued to perform his righteous cleansing efficiently into the present.

He had long lost track of how many he had killed, yet knew that corpses formed in great quantities where he struck. He had stuck to a main road into the inner metropolis for nearly an hour, simply ripping the souls out of the foot soldiers who came his way and using the excess energy to both attack and defend against artillery and snipers. As for the elites whose souls could not be reaped either due to their Force-sensitivity or high mental resolve, they met their ends through either a vast projected arsenal or a bullet of their own rifle. Any survivors would meet an even more unfortunate fate at the hands of the advancing vanguard, whose kills were often far more prolonged than the Shaman-Overseer's brutal executions. Ostak had abandoned his glaive over an hour earlier, preferring to have both hands free so he could project both weapons and armor.

Another squad rushed to meet him, appearing thirty meters directly in front of him on the straight and long road. Already demoralized by the corpses of their comrades around them, their inner energies were easy targets. Before they could fire their aimed rifles or lay down their machine gun tripod, Ostak extended his hands towards the soldiers, almost as a mother would to a child. Yet instead of a comforting embrace, the squad found themselves yelling in raw agony as their skin shriveled and their blood dried, all of their essence of being further enriching the Shaman-Overseer's own base. Less than ten seconds after their arrival, the entire squad was dead, their skin reduced to shriveled pelts that the Zealots not far behind would collect as trophies.

Further incensed, Ostak continued his unhalted advance.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Challenge the Sky
Tags: N/A
Post: Three

Tathra pushed, the metal underfoot creaking and bending under the weight of each step forward. Slowly speeding up, his shield soaking up the immediate fire from the defenders down the length of the corridor as he drew closer to them. Tathra dropped the defensive shield projected from his gauntlet as he drew closer to the door. He swung, arm tightly pressed against his chest as the Axe's blade released a ripple of energy, striking the door console.

The doorway was forced to close leaving those ahead of with the option of retreat or being trapped in the corridor with the rest of the Bryn'adûl. Doubtful that they would choose that option, all that were not too wounded to, retreated beyond the safety of the door.

"Bring out the Brumak Charge." Tathra called out to the Juggernaut guarding the entrance of the Debaucher.

The Minor then signalled to those within as four Grenadiers leapt from the interior, the bomb floating ominously between them as they readied to move into the interior. Out from the Debaucher came a bronze length of dozens of worms, shifting into a semi-humanoid shape at his side. Tathra grasped the damaged console, tearing it free to expose the circuitry between as he turned to the Kraemonen Adapter.

"Create a pathway to the centre of this ship."

 

[Galak]

Objective: Extermination
Post: Five

He used his physical strength to push up, putting some space between himself and the Jedi, the yellow embers rippling off of the compact shield between them as Galak slid out from under the pressure of the Jedi's blade against his shield.

Galak rolled onto his right knee, leveraging his weight on his left foot as the Jedi closed the gap between them before he could even rise to his feet. The Jedi leapt with Saber in hand; slashing downward at him.

Galak smiled, welcoming the combat. At least these ones had more of a fighting spirit. Galak brought his wrist blades up to defend himself, its second blade blocking the lightsaber as Galak pushed up with his left foot, trying to rise to his feet. Pushing with his shield to strike the Jedi in the chest and knocking him back.

Some distance created at least.

 

[Quoron Ver'dum]

Objective: Infiltration
Post: Two
Tag: Primarch Drek'ma

Quoron kept his Carbine at hand, watching their flank as the Primarch's Zealots used the Kraemonen. Out from the canister, the Hive-Mind formed into a humanoid slightly taller than him.

Its glowing green eyes looked to him for a moment, he wasn't sure if it recognised him as a mammal or just a bag of meat. In the small time they'd been part of the Bryn'adûl he'd seen plenty of mammalian species.

But he'd never seen anything like the Kraemonen before. They were amazingly strange creatures. The thing moved with unnatural precision, its stump like hand formed into wire like tendrils as it connected to the console.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Extermination
Post: Six

Before Galak could do much more, the Jedi raised a segment of the gunship; throwing the wing at him. The damned force. Galak leapt to the side, it made him vulnerable. The Jedi leapt with blue blade in hand; no doubt with the intent to impale Galak's head into the rubble.

The Warlord dodged to the side, conversing what little air was in his throat as he brought his wrist blades above the lightsaber; holding it in place as his free hand grasped the Jedi by the collar.

He should've killed him, but in the panic of it all he simply raised him before slamming him into the ground with enough force to wind him and possibly break a few ribs. At the very least his saber was relinquished from his grasp.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Infiltration
Post: Four
Tags: Quoron Ver'dum |

The Kraemonen took its time, slowly overwriting every piece of security data to unlock the door. It had been deadlocked, sealed tight as to halt any progress of entry. The station was continuing to bombard their ships as they attempted to fight the impressive native fleet. With the combined attacks on their flagship and this station, soon enough they would be in a disarray and it would be a matter of time before they pulled them apart like wire.

The Primarch used the Mind Stone to contact the Titan, alerting him to their progress as he used his free hand to raise a barrier in the doorway as it opened. As expected, there was resistance.

"Focus fire on, the Jedi."

Drek'ma's eyes locked on to the sole Knight within the control room. A large open space, a massive observation window and three levels of consoles, leading to the captain at the top alongside his subordinates. Those were his targets.