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

[Sethrak]

Post: 7
Within seconds the blade travelled some thirty yards, and struck the Sith. Sethrak couldn’t see where, but it forced the man to fall. The Warlock sighed, and walked towards the man to finish the fight...if it wasn’t already finished.

But he never reached the man as something threw him like a ragdoll.

The blast came from his left, throwing him right, into some burnt bushes. Groaning in pain, Sethrak slowly stood up. There had been no heat from the blast-it wasn’t an explosion-but it had the power of a landmine. It also wasn’t physical, meaning there was only one possibility: The Force.

Sure enough the dazed warlock saw the red glow of a humanoid walking toward him through his infrared sight. As he neared, a bright red beam emitted; A lightsaber.

That wasn’t good, as Sethrak didn’t have any weapons to defend himself now. Once again he wished that he had been blessed with the ability to move things with The Force. For all the Bryn were, they lacked that one ability. A pity, it’d be handy in situations like this.

The confidence and feelings of victory quickly faded to fear and concentration as the Sith threw the saber at Sethrak. Dodging, the Warlock jumped up like a frog as the Saber swung from behind in an attempt to decapitate him. It was close, but he managed to avoid the laser sword. He landed and was greeted by a fast swing toward his head by the Sith whom had already reached him.

The Warlock dodged this slice as well, retaliating with a headbutt. The Sith grunted and fell back, exposing his back now. Sethrak used the moment to deliver a kick to the Sith’s legs. Throwing all his might into it, he hit right at the knee. The result was an unnatural pop as the leg bent inward.

The Sith scum shouted, falling to a knee. However it was far from over as the Sith flipped the blade backwards and thrust toward Sethrak. It missed, but now the Sith had time to move…..and he did. Instead of moving away, the Sith rolled toward Sethrak, somehow ignoring the broken leg. The Warlock was now on the defensive as the crimson-red blade was thrust toward his own leg. He backed off, furious that the easy kill had been taken from him.

He prepared to blast the Sith with a jolt of lightning but it was interrupted by another blast of Force. Again he was forced off his feet, falling backwards onto his back. He sat up as again the laser sword flew toward him in a force-guided throw. However, this time , Sethrak didn’t simply dodge. He caught the blade by the handle, his hand nearly hitting the blade itself as the human-designed weapon was small for his grip. The young warlock crushed the hilt of the weapon, tossing the now-sparking hunk of metal aside.

At last, The Sith was defenseless.

Sethrak Picked the sorcerer up by his throat, staring into his eyes. Bryn eyes got brighter when they used the Force. Humans were the same. Sethrak hadn’t noticed that before now. The new knowledge made it even more satisfying as he crushed the throat, watching the bright eyes flicker out to a normal brightness, and then stop glowing.

He threw the body aside. His mission was complete.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Six
Tag: Keldothera | Osam |
Obj: Sith Stronghold

“No wait, fight me. Leader to leader. Single combat.” The Warlord offered, taking his staff saber into hand.

Of course yes, it was futile. But every living creature in the Galaxy had an urge to survive that surpassed any logic or knowledge held by the mind. Or the parts of a mind that a sentient controlled at least. His offer would have at one time intrigued the Titan, it would have appealed to his ego - his wish to show strength. But he did not need to, not now in the cusp of his greatest victory to date. Every single Warrior beside him knew WHY they were at his side.

They had chosen him. More now than ever he had been chosen, those at his side had chosen to follow him into the infinite black and rose victorious only because they trusted one and other. Trust and kinship, leaving the betrayal and doubt behind. He had nothing to prove, and he had no interest in fighting a Warlord who claimed to lead when he hung in the back.

"Leader to Leader? No. Predator to prey." Tathra explained.

With the fall of his hand, the Siege Towers and Gunships opened fire into the room - in seconds nearly a hundred or more sith were slaughtered in an insane crossfire. The deed was done, bodies lay on the ground from hundreds of wounds that even one of which would've killed them. There were no survivors, only silence and the low hum of dying blasters and the distant groans of beasts of earth and flight.

Tathra walked through the corpses, finding the Warlord impaled on one of the ballista shots from the Siege Tower.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: BYOO
Post: Five
Tags: N/A

With the sway of an open hand, the Primarch called off any interference from his Honour Guard as the Sith drove at his again. The Primarch swung with his Staff, the lightsaber and metal clashing as the small Sith danced around the larger Aeravalin.

He swatted at the Staff as it came round, darting inside and striking at his side as the Primarch caught the attack with the lower end of the Staff. The blade collided with the metal and with a fearsome upward thrust, the Primarch flung the Sith back, staggering.

But that was not all, he immediately attacked again with a spinning swing of his Staff. The Sith panicked, using the force to increase its speed and agility as he ducked under the strike to once again get close. As he spun into another powerful strike, the Primarch disappeared in a flash of energy. The Sith was confused, puzzled even.

The Primarch turned on his heel as he re-emerged, the Staff's head striking the Sith in the chest with the full force of the Primarch's body and force-augmented strength. The Sith's saber flew from his hands, ribs cracked as he flung to the ground defenceless. Life draining energy lurched out from the Primarch's extended an contorted fingers, draining the Sith to be little more than a husk.

 

[Galak]

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

The Emissary had him in his grasp, his face turning purple and white - eyes black as the blood ran from his brain. Lightning encircled his fingertips, too far gone now to summon that kind of power. He choked, tongue turning blue in his throat as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

In that final moment as he gave in, Galak released him - moments from death. The Sith fell to the ground gasping, broken. He stepped on the side of his body, taking one of the Siths arms and tearing it off. The pain didn’t even register, his mind was gone.

Blood and tears streamed as Galak pulled him up and grasped around his head before tearing it off too. The deed was done, the industrial district would be theirs. The body fell limp at his side, growling into the air to make any and all around them aware that he had beaten their Leader.

Juggernauts cheered and Drones shrieked, the Hand of Khaeus had won. And this planet, was theirs.

 

[Keldothera]

Objective: Sith Stronghold
Post: Five
Tags: Tathra Khaeus

When they returned to the battlefield, they expected at least some Sith still standing. But no, it was a graveyard. The ash was nearly five feet thick in the air, dozens of Gunboats and a few Siege Towers surrounding the decimated Fortress.

They had all ran to ground, and Tathra had ushered hell down on the top of the Sith. She supposed it was fitting, they had dared to attack so close to his home and now they were paying the price. But somehow, the utter slaughter of it all was saddening.

She had enjoyed the combat, but slaughter got old without challenge. These Sith didn't pose much of a threat, trapped on these isolated worlds without the support of their military. Maybe it was selfish but she preferred war by attrition. That's when the real warriors shun.

The General placed the Carbine on her back, looking up to the Fortress. Tathra was in there, he was a true warrior. The truest, in fact - whatever that meant. But now, the battle was concluded. Galak had taken the industrial district and the Primarch had destroyed the population centres whilst Tathra cut the head off of the snake.

Next up, Mon Cala.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Seven
Tag: Keldothera | Osam
Obj: Sith Stronghold

Unimpressive.

The Sith here had been abandoned, it was of no surprise that the leaders that remained were shells of what a true Sith was capable of. There was little challenge to find here, the challenge had been met and crushed on Lothal. The Sith's war effort against the Bryn'adûl, curbed by the battle there when the Sith Fleet was smashed, its remainder escaping with those who had retreated from Ankhypt months ago.

They were defeated, broken and scattered. He understood what that felt like, at one point that had been the Draelvasier. At one point they had been so scattered that he was the only survivor of their ancient kind. Now the tables had been turned, and rightfully so. The Jedi and Sith had had their go at ruling, they'd had a fair chance at helming the Galaxy. As had the humans.

All wasted, and now what remained was an echo of the strength they could have held. It was a shame, how low they had sunk after all these centuries of conflict. The cancer of weakness had spread too far, their was no cutting it out or incision necessary - utter destruction was the only solution.

"Prepare my vessel, I have a campaign to conclude." Tathra barked through the graveyard to his soldiers.

Saleucami was finished, but it was also only the beginning.