Dominion The Bryn'adûl | The Weak Underfoot | Dominion of Saleucami

[Primal Architect]

The Bryn'adûl | The Weak Underfoot

Saleucami, a Sith world home to Pantorans and various other species. Over a billion residents live on this world, excluding the existing Sith Empire forces currently trapped on the planet with them. We will cut through this world like many that came before, an entire force of abandoned Sith forces lingers on this world.

Wipe them out, all of them.

Objective: Burn Taleucema
The capital city of Saleucami, home to most of the billion that remains on the planet. A large force engages the remainder of the Sith from buildings to streets, air and on the ground. Blood soaks every alleyway, every landmark destroyed. Ensure none survive, purge their touch from this world.

Objective: Sith stronghold
One last stronghold remains in the heart of the city, a fortress of Sith warriors and soldiers lined with defensive turrets still stands. Tathra Khaeus leads an assault on the Sith Stronghold.

Objective: BYOO
Draelvasier stand together strong. Find your own purpose on this planet.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: BYOO
Post: One
Tags: N/A

The dirt was the same, the city materials and the soil were the same. Sith or Jedi it made no real difference, same society. They were only fooling themselves into believing they were something better, something different or superior than what their species was capable of.

It was upsetting, the Primarch had expected to see so much more of the Galaxy. He had expected that once they began to reach beyond the cups of the easter systems that they would see the various things the Galaxy had to offer. But, unfortunately not. The earth beneath their feet was entirely the same, and it wasn’t just the Primarch that was disappointed.

Six Servitors followed the lead of a Guardian, encircling an entire city. The sister city of the planet’s capital, Taleucema. Massive gusts of ash, dust and dirt bursting out from the cracks in the ground as the entire city sunk into the cracks in the planet. It was easily done, as the Guardian made its way toward Taleucema’s population centre was their target.

The Guardian’s massive pronged maw chewed through the city’s wall, bursting through as the other six Servitors made their way to the edges of the population centre. The Guardian would crack the earth, the chasm would rend a tear in the city and the smaller Servitors would cause the foundations to crumble and eventually the entire district would be swallowed.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Eliminate Sith industrial presence
Location: Industrial district
Tags: N.A

His hand was caught between the back of the helmet and the collar of the Heavies armour, the large Juggernaut still firing even as Galak was dragging him behind cover. The Sith troopers had powerful weaponry, using ballistics and maser turrets to cut through them rather than simple blasters.

They’d learned what had taken the Jedi years to figure out the Sith had been able to do after one short conflict, albeit an incredibly large one. A battle across five star systems, one struggled to imagine such a thing. The Juggernaut drove his heels into the rubble, pulling the Heavy behind it as the others pushed to cover them, killing a spew of approaching troopers as they dove at them.

They’d nearly entirely wiped them clean from the Industrial district of Taleucema. But it wasn’t over yet, their leader had evaded them half a dozen times. They’d have to find them and take them out, that’d be his part to play of course. Time for payback after Ankhypt, the Sith would get what was coming to them.

“Captain Kardal, continue with the attack. You four, with me. Let’s hunt a Sith Lord.” Galak called to four Majors loading their Carbines.

They’d find him, and kill him. Simple.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

Post: I
Objective: Assassinate Sith military leadership (BYOO)
Location: Northwestern outskirts of Taleucema

A Zealot Elite Squad advanced silently through the ravaged forest, approaching their target.​

Of course, silent was a relative term when it came to Draelvasier. With their large and heavy forms, the Zealots would manage to crush several roots and leaves underfoot with every step they took. Still, as long as they kept themselves hidden from sight, their adversaries could easily confuse them for predatory native fauna.

The trio descended down deeper into the steep crater valley in which Taleucema, the capital of Saleucami, was located. So far, they remained undetected, with most of the city’s remaining sentries concentrated in the south where the heaviest fighting was occurring. Additionally, since the trio was entering the city through a nature preserve, there were no major defensive perimeters between them and the outer districts. Within minutes, they had arrived on an abandoned commercial roadway leading deeper into the city. Up ahead, a vast industrial tower loomed kilometers over the rest of the city, the root from which the rest of the urban sector sprawled out from.

According to their intel reports, the remaining Sith military leaders and ministers were suspected to be meeting in the large basement of the tower.

With most of the outer city under evacuation orders, the Zealots had no trouble sneaking through side roads and alleyways as they approached the inner city. There, it was likely that there would be a secure border and civilian witnesses. Once they reached the armed perimeter, the Zealots would have to create a hole in the defensive line, break through, and reach the Sith planetary leadership before their security caught up to them. It was a race against time that gave the trio an hour at best to execute their tasks. This mission would likely end up being one of the hardest the Zealot Elite Squad had ever performed.

However, the squad had yet to fail, and their pride would not allow them to end their streak of fortune today.

 

[Keldothera]

Objective: Sith Stronghold
Post: One
Tags: Tathra Khaeus

The magazine burned hot, ejected from the Carbine clutched in the General's grasp. They had been fighting outside the stronghold for some time but they were now encircling the central fortress. The Titan's forces moved to encircle the fortress, forcing the Sith back and back again as they cornered them.

The Juggernaut General moved from cover, a trio of Captains moving in sequence as their forces moved forward into a push. Ahead, a Sith deflected a few bolts before she was cut down by so many puncturing her chest. Served them right, wearing little more than cloth.

Kelda shot a dozen more Legionnaires as they crossed paths, what little remained of their army beyond the stronghold was rushing for it. It made the General grin, knowing Tathra was already inside. He'd moved against them alone and now they'd be caught in the crossfire of their retreat.

The Sith had dared to strike against the Draelvasier so close to home and they had paid for it dearly, billions dead and entire star systems ripped out from under them. A war was waged across dozens of systems, won the Sith were losing in droves. They had been cracked at Ankhypt, sent into a spiralling retreat that had lead to this.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: One
Tag: Keldothera
Obj: Sith Stronghold

The red power of the Axe bled through the air, a miasma of energy entangling the Sith as his body was pulled back by the energy toward the Titan. The group of Sith Troopers opened fire, blaster rounds arcing past the Sith toward the crimson giant behind him. As he drew close, Tathra released the Axe into his dominant paw. His eyes were fixed on the troopers ahead, between the shoulders of the helpless Sith those opaque eyes stared at them as they waited to die. With an effortless slash Tathra cut the Sith in two. The swing brought his arm outward, massive thundering footsteps echoing through the battlefield as the Titan charged forward through the red steam and blood with Axe overhead, glowing with insane power.

“He’s still coming!”

“Concentrate fire!”

Their blaster fire bounced off of the silver and gold armour, singing high frequency cries as they attempted to retreat. The Axe came crashing down among them as they fired, Tathra hunching down with it, striking against the open floor as the red energy curled out from the blade like the epicentre of a tidal wave, streaks of ill-defined energy slashing outward in a circular motion, knocking the Sith Troopers down. Dents of metal caving in on bones and flesh took them from their feet, some killed instantly whilst others were less lucky.

Though some were even smart, one of their troopers had leapt over the shockwave; rising with blaster in hand as he struck with the butt of his rifle toward the Titan’s head. The outside of his right gauntlet rose, blocking the weapon and pushing it down and aside; shifting it downward as to put his arm on top. In a blur, his open grasp clenched around the throat of the Sith as Tathra rose to his full height, the trooper’s leads dangling in the air beneath his torso. He gagged and choked, hands grasping at the Titan’s fingers for a moment before the bones of his neck were crushed, throwing the corpse aside with the reckless backswing of his arm - the Sith rolling across the floor till a sudden stop.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Eliminate Sith industrial presence
Location: Industrial district
Tags: N.A

The Juggernaut and his group of Majors moved through the city-scape battlefield of the Industrial district. They were fighting through the streets when the Zealot Field Marshall pinged the location of the Sith Leader. There were two Zealot squads moving in to secure the Siths position, but he was leading the battle from a building, exposed rooftop amongst others. But, it meant the fight would be dirty.

The Sith Leader had anti-air defences, they’d have to destroy that first. The Zealots would need to deal with his ground forces to let the Juggernauts get close enough, or well - let him get close enough.

“Zealot Major, I need your squads ready to take on the Sith Leader’s forces. We’ll disable the remaining cannon and our Ra’maks can mop up their turrets whilst we eliminate the Sith.” His word was law, the plan was set in motion.

A Gunboat descended to them, loading up the Emissary and his handful of Majors. Once the Industrial was taken, they could move on to the next and finish this fight. They’d have the Sith stronghold surrounded.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Two
Tag: Keldothera
Obj: Sith Stronghold

Where the Titan stood was the middle of the interior courtyard, from all sides the Sith were being attacked by the newly formed Fist. He could listen to the massacre from here, taking in the sounds of battle. His personal fighting force, an elite force that he had led into the Sith Empire territories and took so many worlds from them with.

They knew the Sith better than any other fighting force in the Bryn’adul Empire, intimately aware of how they fought, they’d chased them out of Ankhypt - pushing them so far back they lost hold on fourteen star systems, billions dead from Lothal to Raxus and so many more to come. There was nothing these isolated systems could do now to stop the oncoming tide.

Four troops retreated into the interior of the stronghold where Tathra now stood. Their backs were turned, firing as one of them hurriedly attempting to shut the door. One of them was caught by a Kraker round, plunging into the centre of the man’s chest with sheer blunt force - seconds later he exploded, coating his companions in a mixture of burnt cloth and blood. Another two came through the doorway, rushing past their companions. The two Sith ground to a halt, one falling as he slid in the blood, the other simply raising its firearm as they both stared at him. Tathra moved the Axe into his right paw, held in a reverse grip as he moved for the one on the ground.

“Behind you!” The first called out, the Axe already in motion as it swung low. The crimson blade cut through the Sith from hip to torso, left paw on the lower length of the shaft as he struck out, thrusting out and striking the Sith trooper before he could fire, careening back and taking the legs out from one of the others as they turned as well.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Eliminate Sith industrial presence
Location: Industrial district
Tags: N.A

The Gunboat darted through the battlefield, staying low inside the building height to avoid the last autocannon. They dropped off their squad outside of the autocannons main building. Rhivak and Brumak support was delivered to the adjacent platforms, keeping the autocannon off their tails as they entered the skyscraper.

Galak and his unit fought through the tight confines of the building, the Sith were tougher soldiers than anything the Jedi threw at them. But all the same they died like any other human, a chest of molten spikes and limbs torn and broken. The Sith knew what they were trying to do, the Zealots had been caught in the crossfire and now their game was up. More defenders were ferried to the autocannons position, the Sith Leader was sending them from the parallel skyscraper where he was holding out.

The Emissary led the push upward, it didn’t matter how many Sith they put in their way. Lightsaber or no saber they tore through them until they reached the cannon. They couldn’t destroy it, not with small arms fire. The remaining turrets meant anything big enough that wasn’t quite as fast as a Boat would be taken out before it could get a good shot. That didn’t matter, all they had to do was disable it, then it was on to the Sith Leader.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Three
Tag: Keldothera
Obj: Sith Stronghold

The Axe darted from right to left, cutting down the two remaining troopers with ease - hacking through their rifles and armour until only corpses remained. The third and last threw off the corpse of the trooper that had been hurled at him, reaching for his rifle as a massive boot stepped on it. A Juggernaut minor stood over the Trooper with the barrel of its carbine pointed at the Sith’s face. Tathra didn’t even bother to watch, the sound of the molten spike cracking the Sith’s visor, the slump of the body - it was enough.

“Secure this level.” Tathra barked at the forces, their Juggernauts leading a massive force of Risen-Drones, slowly entering the stronghold, already they were beginning to take control of the strongholds first level. Getting inside had been the easier part, taking it would be more difficult.

The Syphon were already working on disabling the security systems for the elevator bay. It was a large one, typically used for the transportation of munitions or light-craft. But the Sith had already thrown everything at them, he doubted they had anything left to throw at them.

“Sire, the Xaelras will have the elevator under our control momentarily.”

“Good.” Was his only response.

The Titan turned away, his attention taking to the battlenet and an overview of the battle in its entirety. The planet was surrounded, its populace dwindling and the Sith forces in the entire system nearly entirely wiped out. He knew the Warlord was up there, awaiting a glorious last stand. There would be no last stand. No glory.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Eliminate Sith industrial presence
Location: Industrial district
Tags: N.A

Whilst Galak and three of the Majors attacked the Sith defending the turret, the fourth set up inside the remains of what seemed like a conference room with a Splitter. Whilst Galak and the others fought to hold the Sith in place, Major Gorsk took out the cannon’s pilot and targeting set up. Once the Sith realised their objective was a useless hunk of chunk, they called for retreat. But there was nowhere to go, nowhere for them to run. The Juggernauts executed them whilst Galak called in the Gunboat.

Across the cityscape, he could almost make out the figure of the Sith Leader watching them. In his gut, he knew something was up. As the Gunboat hovered overhead, descending ahead of the derelict cannon, the Emissary knew they’d been fooled. In a flash of light the ammunition supply of the cannon went super-critical, exploding as the Gunboat and the entire upper section of the skyscraper was shattered - crumbling.

Galak ran as fast as his legs could carry him as the upper section of the skyscraper tilted, running the length of the Cannons turret as the skyscraper collapsed, leaping across the distance between it and the Sith Leader’s own building. His knuckles scraped glass as slammed against a window, shattering it with his body mass as he crashed into the interior.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: BYOO
Post: Two
Tags: N/A

The Guardian tore through the heart of the centre, killing thousands of thousands with every movement, carving its way through the dense fog of Sith defences and their civilians. He could feel their deaths, many dying as they fell or were crushed under debris - the unluckiest buried alive in the wake of the Guardian.

Everything they’ve built, will fall.

Tathra led the Bryn’adul in full once more, a united banner under their incredible victory as they cut a swath from the Sith Empire’s space. In one blow, taking an eighth of their territory. Billions were dying all across Silver and Sith space. It was truly glorious.

The Titan had done the impossible, he had united them when they could not have been more divided, and now the Bryn’adul struck back against those who had dared to attack the heart of their civilisation. The Galaxy knew who they were and they knew they were not to be trifled with. Billions of lives lost within days, their most successful campaign to date. Celebrations would be held, and soon they would speak again.

Tathra would always be the Titan, he would always be the Chieftain.

 

[Sethrak]

Post 1
Objective: N/A
Tag: Galak

Sethrak took a breath, warm air filling his deep lungs. He had no purpose now. The Bryn’adul had won, Tathra had proven himself. All the times the young Warlock had questioned the Titan, all the Bryn that had thought the same way...it was all worthless. Foolishly, he had spent time undermining Tathra. He had thought out ways to overthrow him. He had urged any heretics to have patience, told that a rebellion would come in time.

But why?

Now Tathra could never be questioned. His defeat at Yurb and the failure at Ylesia were but specs of dust on a perfect blade that was the Titan. The warlock had started off moderately. He had decided to wait, to give the Titan a chance to redeem himself. But then the patrol shipmaster. He had surrendered, it had been a simple mistake….and Tathra had slaughtered him. It was the chance to unify the Bryn, to show that he had patience and forgiveness and instead he had divided them.

But now there was no argument. Sethrak’s patience had failed and he had found a true purpose beyond the mercy-killings. Now his only purpose was to slaughter. To kill. Conquer. It was a pointless life. He had never questioned it, never regretted it, but now all he saw was death and weakness. Every Bryn was weak, foolishly believing that all there was to life was killing?

What made them any better than the Sraelvalin who mindlessly obeyed? Or mindless droids, programmed to do their owner’s bidding?

But he needed to accept the truth. Tathra was a capable leader, even if his methods were disagreeable. Everyone had failures.

The Warlock packed his thoughts away. He had Sith to kill.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Eliminate Sith industrial presence
Location: Industrial district
Tags: N.A

He had seen and done many things in his lifetime. But few had been quite as insane as the last dozen of minutes of his life. The battle went well, but truthfully it was surreal. Finally after so many years the Bryn were standing against their malicious neighbours. They had pushed them back, so far that they’d splintered their grasp on dozens of systems. Shattered their fleet presence in double as many worlds, and now they were slaughtering Sith like any other creature on any other number of worlds.

The Juggernaut Emissary looked up through the half-destroyed building, he could hear the faint sounds of the combat overhead. The Sith Leader would be no different. He’d used a cheap trick to kill his warriors, now the Juggernaut was coming for him.

It didn’t take long to reach the top, coming out of a half-destroyer staircase, walking out onto what was mostly rubble just above where the Sith and his forces were fighting. The Leader was on his own, his forces otherwise engaged by the Zealots.

“Time to die.” Galak spat in their native tongue.

 

[Keldothera]

Objective: Sith Stronghold
Post: Two
Tags: Tathra Khaeus |

The fighting cotniuned outside, Keda peering over cover as she fired twice more with the Carbine, one shot missedc but the other found its target. Theway the molten exploded against the curved chin of the helmet, the sith legionnaire recoiling and crying out in pain as the plasma melted through his face to his skull and finally his brain. Sometimes the deaths were the ugliest like that, ugly deaths were unnecessary but they demoralised the enemy. So, in a way they were necessary.

Another past right through a Sith, cutting through his throat as he toppled over; choking on his half-boiled blood rushing through his lungs and arteries. Ahead, through the dense smog and thick dust that clung to the air and the armour worn, one could see the Titan's personal retinae pushing into the Sith Stronghold, the interior line of the enemies forces retreating inside. Though only a handful actually made it.

But that told Keldothera everything they needed to know. The Dregde on their side would begin to reopen the tunnels on their command, whatever forces of their own that couldn't return underground would have to find shelter, soon enough the Siege Towers would come crashing down and it'd be a swift annihilation for the Sith defenders.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Eliminate Sith industrial presence
Location: Industrial district
Tags: N.A

Before the Sith could use any of its force abilities on him, Galak leapt from the rubble with Cleaver in hand, slashing downward at him, wrist blades drawn on his other arm. The Sith leader darted behind Galak as the Emissary came thundering down, swinging for his neck almost immediately. The Sith’s blade struck against the back of his armour as Galak turned, its scorching crimson streaking across his collar plate. Galak turned, kicking the Sith in the chest and knocking him onto the loading ramp.

Before he could do much more, he felt a tightness at his throat as the Sith raised his offhand whilst making a clenching gesture in his direction. The damned force, he was clenching his airways so tight blood was rushing to his eyes.

Galak dropped to one knee as the Sith leapt with a crimson blade in hand; no doubt with the intent to stab him through a gap in his armour. He dodged to the side, conversing what little air was in his throat as he brought the Axe above the lightsaber; holding it in place as his free hand grasped the Sith by the back of his cloak, yanking him as he pressed down with his Axe, flipping the Sith leader over and onto his chest on the ground.

 

[Sethrak]

Post 2
Obj: N/A

It was a single Sith Patrol, but a heavily armed one. They knew the Bryn would attack eventually, having taken the surrounding planets and leaving them cut off and stranded. Therefore they took no risks it seemed. There were several patrols that were out when the Bryn began their assault on the outpost. Sethrak had been assigned to take one of these patrols down. He had been offered the command over a few other Warlocks but declined promptly. He didn’t know what made him decline. He just did. Perhaps it was to prove something, but he had nothing to prove.

He suspected that it was his mind trying to fill the emptiness that he now had. He wanted a challenge, something to occupy him. Therefore he had not only declined the Warlock squad, he had declined any help. However it wasn’t an option. He had to take a squad. So the young Warlock reluctantly took a squad of ten Srael and positioned them down the road. With the ambush in place.

Then he set his own ambush up ahead of them.

He would kill these Sith scum when they arrived single handedly. None would survive.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Four
Tag: Keldothera
Obj: Sith Stronghold


The elevator control would be ready soon, but what was coming for the Sith Warlord and his forces wasn’t just the Titan and the forces of the Fist, it was much worse than that.

“Ver’kad, drop the Siege Towers.” Was his last command to the battlenet, their forces heading toward the elevator.

Of course, not all of them could arrive via elevator. But that was exactly why Siege Towers were required, their forces outside would use the Towers to reach the proper elevation. One could hear them, crashing down like missiles into the surface of the stronghold. Entire segments of Sith resistance crushed as the shockwaves of both Towers collected on the edges of the stronghold, debris and bodies crashing through the glass observation screens surrounding them.

Without a verbal command, the forces of the Fist followed the Titan onto the elevator whilst those outside and within the Siege Towers began their ascent onto its tendrils. The Gunboats left each Siege Tower and surrounded the facility. Suddenly thousands of guns were pointed at the siege machine. As the elevator came to a stop, Tathra stood at the head of his horde whilst the Sith Warlord was amongst his own kind.

 

[Sethrak]

Post 3
Obj: Kill Kill

He had picked a particularly covered area, and with him he had a Radesh Crippler: An extremely powerful shotgun with shards that explode on impact and fire hot enough to boil blood and melt flesh. He would jump out behind the Sith and obliterate them. If he failed to kill them with the gun, he’d pull out his new Culler Knife, a weapon he hadn’t used yet but had no doubt in his abilities with. It could be thrown, or used to stab, slash, or hit with the blunt bottom. Extremely versatile and concealable, it was a valuable tool that he intended to use more often.

Finally, he had the splitter bow. He was experienced with the bow, having used it before in a large skirmish. He only had two shots -both explosive- with him, intending to use them to begin the battle as he closed the distance. The patrol was supposedly 14 men. Easy work.

All he needed to do was wait.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

Post: II
Objective: Assassinate Sith military leadership (BYOO)
Location: Taleucema, inner city (Northwest)

ONE HOUR REMAINING​

The trio bolted through the inner city, numerous bullets and shells narrowly missing them.
​

Several minutes ago, the Elite Squad had arrived at the divide between the outer and inner city, marked by the shield covering the inner city area. The shield was broken by fortified gates manned by sentries, weary due to extensive battle they had experienced at the outer city before falling back. The Sith were cowards, abandoning the outskirts of their capital and leaving hundreds of thousands vulnerable to the Draelvasier crusade. Furthermore, their pathetic cowardice worked in favor of the Elites. With the outer city hastily evacuated, the remaining garrison at the capital was still establishing a perimeter in the inner city, leaving several gates in front of the shield unguarded.

The trio had pulled out their Spitter Utility Bows and used them to scale the gates, ascending ten meters up, clearing the ramparts, and leaping down into the pathway underneath the haphazardly arranged shields above. As the Elites had expected, barely two minutes into the inner city, they had run into a patrol of Sith troopers. They had been quickly slain, but their detection had alerted several other units to their location. The trio alone was ill-suited for taking on numerically superior shock troops, regardless of their condition. With such knowledge, the trio had accelerated their pace and prioritized evasion over elimination when encountering enemy units.

After all, they had only an hour.