Invasion The Last Battle | EE Invasion of Bryn'adûl held Danuta

[Khaostra Devoid]

Post: 5
Objective: Return to Planet Hell
Equipment: Red Midnight Duster | Red Sith Armor | Sith Mask | Grav Boots | CrushGaunts | x2 White lightsabers | Forearm Lanvorak | Wrist Laser | Variety of Explosives | RSKF-44 heavy blaster | X-21 shock glove
Allies: Bryn'adûl | Gal'Zhoren | Sethrak | Osam | Gordrak
Enemies: Eternal Empire | @Viermen| Ingrid L'lerim | Steve the Ultranaught | Iasha Rha | Laertia Io
Special Tags: Open

Spoiler: Troops & Transport

X8 Spider Cruisers
15 - Heathen War Shamans
12- Sorcerers of Rhand
25 - Firefang Wardogs
75 - Mawite Kitiakira Warband
150 - Mawite Deathgang

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It was in that moment Khaos had been pulled back by one of the remaining Sorcerers pulling her to safety as another bombing run commenced. She had lost so much of her forces for her mother final request, well not final but close a damn enough that woman would never truly die. Khaos felt it all collapsing around her as the vines grew protecting her soldiers. Her sights looked up at the sorcerers who had dragged her away and then back to where she had been as the field and all the remaining trees were obliterated, she saw many of her force user units getting caught in it.


All around her she felt death and destruction the legacy she was born from not one that she particularly liked. She finally managed to get to her feet and stand on her own. Looking to one of her sorcerers all she said was. “Sound the Retreat?”. The Sorcerer looked at her it was Fulton.


“But our mission?” That caused Khaos to smile which Fulton could just make out through the cracked visor of her helmet. “Sound the Retreat.” She said again Fulton sent out a message through the force to the leaders that still stood.

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The Message quickly reached Braktus mind and as his men though suffering lose cut down a great many of the robots. Plank chemical ate through the metal of the robots it touched. The Magnetized air and electricity and electrical strikes cut them down. Still despite all that the robots seem to keep coming like they had infinite numbers and were unstoppable. So it wasn’t with much sadness he sounded the retreat to his men.


The Maw forces began to fall back through the burning swamp towards where the spider cruisers were there escape from this hell. The storm was running heavy, but it seemed oddly aiding them in their escape. Braktus barked orders as he ran to his men that had survived. As he was barking orders, he noticed the vines on the ground. Then Bryn and other races running with soldiers. Ones that the vine had brought back to like pulled from the nether with it.

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Mitch watched as half his remaining spider units got taken out and a heavy burden fell upon him sure the whole war, death, and rebirth. They would all be born again in paradise that did not mean he like the loss of his people and he felt a deep hurt inside for there death especially here on this craptastic world so far from the true war the one that matter to the Maw. Sure, there would come a day when they would reach these shores, but it wasn’t meant to be now. Bryn, Silver Jedi, and the Eternal that wasn’t meant to be the Maw’s fight.


He heard the sound for retreat they only had eight transports left that meant not everyone was going to make it he feared. Not to mention he storm above though they probably could avoid the worst of it, it was still going to be hell getting out of her. He shut down the communications beacon then as he realized it was useless like this whole mission had been. They came here to give the Bryn a new place a place within the Maw but they didn’t seem to respond or couldn’t due to a communication barrier making them a stupid monster race as most of the Galaxy had predicted them to be.


As he did that he opened his carrier doors and the troops that remained began flooding in. Also Bryn what the hell? He saw actual Bryn get on the remaining transports. He looked out his window seeing the fires on the ground from the last bombing run and those droids coming through them right at them. He sighed heavily the fight wasn’t over yet. The remaining spiders open there heavy fire on the robot units the weapons were heavy ordinance meant for space battles so picking off the droids before they got close enough and taking out wide swaths of them was easy.

Braktus made sure as many of his men got on the transports as possible noting that they had lost over half of them. The whole time he was fighting off the deathbots. The stupid things were saying stupid shit as most of the Maw didn’t follow the dark they followed the avatars only the Rhandites Followed the Dark and the God’s of destruction. It was stupid pointless crap then again Braktus who had only briefly heard anything about their supposed leader, realized they knew nothing of the Maw. It didn’t matter though as Braktus continued to loop of the heads of any that got close enough to him.


One of his axes got shot out of his hand and that only anger the giant more as he grabbed one of the robots by the skull his whole massive hand easily engulfing it. It asked it’s question of are you afraid of the dark to him as many of them had done to his soldiers. He just squeezed the skull the metal slowly crushing has his grasp became strong and stronger. “No but you listen you metal little puppet. I want your master when sifting through all this wreckage to find this message. The Maw can not be stopped and your charge to stop the Bryn has failed the Bryn those that want to will live on through the Maw!” He then crushed the pathetic things skull.


He then looked to his remaining men. “On the transports Khaos and the remaining force users will be here shortly.” Those remain began running into the remaining transports. Braktus then made his way into transport but not before grabbing his fallen axe. As he stepped on he looked to one of his men. “Did you get the additional cargo?” The Man nodded and held up three fingers, “Good we will be sure to get it Dyans Keto .”

Fulton and Khaos Made it to the Spider transport heading for the main one that Mitch and Braktus were on. As they approached and the others had been filled as best they could, Mitch gave them the order to take off. Fulton and Khaos stepped onto Mitches Transport, Khaos moving quickly up to the front. Mitch didn’t even look at her. “The Beacon failed.” Khaos just nodded figuring as much. “There is on more thing we can try.” She said looking to Fulton as he came up beside her. Fulton nodded in agreement. “Make it clear what we are offering them, we are offering them a new home and a new crusade a second chance one where they can make a name for themselves outside their Cheiftan.” Fulton Nodded.


The transport began to lift off and as it did fulton made his way to the center of the transport and began to kneel down. He reached out through the dark and sent a message to the minds of all Bryn’adul on the Planet. The Message would be translated into what ever language the listener knew.


“THIS IS THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW! TODAY MIGHT BE LAST DAY OF BRYN’ADUL, THE BROTHERHOOD IS OFFERING YOU A CHANCE FOR YOUR CRUSADES TO LIVE ON. BECOME THE MAW’ADUL! TOGETHER WE CAN CONQUER THIS GALAXY AND BUILD IT INTO SOMETHING STRONGER AND BETTER!”

 

[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Eina L’lerim-Vandiir, the First
Princess of the Eternal Empire and Terraris; Angelic mascot of the Ashlan Crusade
Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary; Liaison of the Fjölkyngi Smiðr Guild​

Location: Near to the Superconstruct
Objective I.: Shadowgames
Equipment: Sverð Fyrstr (weapons) | Skrúð Engill Fyrstr (armour) || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing With: N/A

[ Flúgva valkyrjur á val ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Luckily, the Valkyrja didn’t have to wait too long to the others because everyone arrived. There were none of the enemies at the designated point. Time was running out dangerously and there wasn’t too much left. As soon as the last person arrived, Valkyrja began to cast spells. It was easy for her to get through the Nether, but others needed a portal or a rift to do so. Opening a formal portal would have taken too long, so only the rift remained.

She concentrated, saying different words, but not in Sith, while also drawing different hand gestures in the air. Slowly, a roughly two-meter rift formed on the fabric of reality, and on the other side appeared the Sanctuary. She looked at the agents here.

<"Quick, everyone go, we don’t have much time!"> she ordered.

Already, the whole group had already crossed when the order arrived. The last persons also crossed, the woman activating the detonators to detonate the plain plastic bombs and grenades. As soon as a series of explosions inside the building began, the woman also crossed the rift to Netherworld, which closed behind her. They no longer saw the possible destruction of the planet.

Last post.​

 

[Viermen]

Tags:

• Allies: Steve the Ultranaught Ingrid L'lerim | Eternal Empire​
• Enemies: Gal'Zhoren | Bryn'adul​

Location: Inside Gorge on Edge of Engagement Zone

He continued to press towards where the alpha was of this group. His fire upon them was relentless. Viermen's gaze was that of determination to kill. He heard his soldiers being butchered below. However, to Viermen that meant they were weak. To him, chaos was what should rule the battlefield. Unbridled chaos that only the strong could survive. It was his goal to survive, and commence trials upon those who he faced.

Eventually, they began to cluster. It was time to unleash an asset he had that he had not yet used. He got closer, and closer with his relentless firing to them as they charged towards him with blades. The fools. Eventually, he stopped his movement and firing. His front three legs' knee plates rose up to reveal nozels like that of a powerwasher for crusiers. From them, a torrent a green acidic sludge spewed forth onto the charging beasts. His arm was still aimed at them. After the spirt of the sludge, he quickly lowered the knee plates, and scuttled back while resuming firing upon them once more. He did not see if they survived the acid. However, he was to make sure that they will die. If they survived, they would be worthy of existence. However, he doubted it.

While firing upon the commander and company's position, he shouted down to his soldiers, "Let the only screams I here be from the enemy! Let them feel agony! The strong among you will survive while the weak will die in the choas we are in! Let the chaos set you free! Embrace it! It is only at times like this when the strong will be revealed in the screams and flames of war!!"

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 8
Tags: Ingrid L'lerim Osam
Allies: The Bryn
Foes: Not The Bryn
Objective: BYOO
Forces:

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Warlocks (30x)- Force wielding ground commanders loyal to The First Warlock (Sethrak)Currently at The Plains​

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The Portal, Warlock's Dome, The Superconstruct
Theme
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The Portal had opened, just big enough for 2 warriors at a time. Immediately the undead army had poured out, no longer in a formation they sprinted out into The Warlock's dome, exiting as soon as they could and joining the battle. Now about half of the army was out, and they made a difference. They were the best of The Bryn'adul, now brought back from The Dead to finish their crusade.

But how could they know what was to come?



The Tower, "The Killing Grounds", inside The Nether

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Sethrak's journey was complete. The Warlock had come a long way since The Arena. First he had to pass The Bendu's Domain. It had been a minefield of explosive corals, many had exploded, injuring Sethrak heavily. His arms still had shards of coral in them, one lung was punctured, his thighs were sliced up, and a single shard had cut the left side of his face deeply.

But The Corals weren't the only threat. The Bendu was there, resting. So Sethrak took an alternate path. The Red Desert. But the trials there nearly killed him. The heat alone was a struggle. Sethrak had taken almost all of his armor off; it was useless anyways, ruined by the corals and his battle with Tathra. But even then the heat exhausted him, his head pounded, and he had been forced to stop. When he stopped, the ground collapsed, a form of quicksand. He had struck his spear into the ground, using it to pull himself out of the sand. However he lost the spear in the process.

Weaponless, and exhausted, The First Warlock finally reached The Razer Coast, where he collapsed. Exhaustion paired with loss of blood, and the constant pain had taken everything The Warlock had. But somehow, he awoke from his slumber. It took him several minutes just to Stand. His limbs felt like lead, every movement took effort, and the pain hadn't ceased. He tried to call The Force one last time, this time to heal himself. It worked, partially. Some smaller wounds healed, and the bleeding slowed from the larger wounds. It would need to be enough...


Sethrak looked around, his weary eyes barely focusing now. He looked across the coast, but The Tower was gone. "No!" He cried out in panic. Quickly he turned around and was immediately filled with shock. The Tower stood before him. Somehow he had crossed The Razer Coast. He didn't question how, both from exhaustion, and a lack of care. It didn't matter how he got there, the important thing was that he made it.

The Warlock took one deep breath, cringing as a terrible pain rocketed through his chest. The collapsed lung never stopped hurting. Every breath only made things worse.

As prepared as he could be, Sethrak entered the tower. Inside was empty. Only a spiral staircase leading to the top filled the area. The final challenge, surely. Crippled, beyond exhausted, The Aerevalin Warlock limped up the stairs, ready to face his fate in the final stage of his journey.

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Sethrak

In their prime the Bryn'adul were a force of nature. And nature knows no authority. There was no justice, no law, no righteous retribution that could be brought to bear on the Great Conquest. For all their inflated rhetoric, the Jedi couldn't hope to enact moral vengeance on Tathra and his kin. Those who were widowed, families decimated, worlds snuffed. None of the free people's of the Galaxy could do anything besides sit and watch. Watch as nature took its course.

Of course, this all in the land of the living.

The Bryn'adul could expect to suffer no consequence for their actions in the land of the living. Only what would come of military defeat. The Force itself, however, itself as much a part of nature as nature itself, would have the will and the power to bring to bear all that the Bryn'adul could ever hope to suffer for their heinous crimes. And the only thing the Bryn'adul feared, was fear itself. Hardwired into their genetic code were the principles of strength, violence, and ruthless cunning. It was nothing short of a crime against their people to be crippled by fear. To be weak. To be without the will of Khaeus. And so it was that these crimes were those that the Force brought the full strength of universal consequence upon them. An entire realm fashioned from the suffering caused. Where every inch you step you become more weak, more atrophied than the last. For the Bryn'adul, helplessness was hell.

Outside the walls of the Tower, there was suffering abound. The infinite cries of the damned, both Bryn'adul and the contorted familiars of their slain echoed through the air. There was no respite. But within, silence. The deafening silence of the dead and gone. A bleeding Warlock in the grips of life and death wandered almost-aimlessly upwards toward a summit he knew nothing of.

The walls groaned, the air shimmered. Like it was coming from one's own head, the collected cries of a single voice, as if collected over the years of its source's existence, and produced over the course of seconds pierced the deathly tranquility of the stairwell. Struggling feet mounted step after step until finally rounding onto one floor of many. The interior was bare. In the middle of the room, the air seemed to twist and contort. The room became an icy cold, then a blistering hot. The flux was random. The echoing cries seemed to grow in their anguish. An apparition faded slowly into existence.

The temperature settled in an instant, the dreaded cries peaked, then faded. As they did so, a familiar figure seemed to manifest from an ephemeral mist. Hrajlmak'Natok slowly became a name to a body. Though the wall behind him could be seen through him, his body still retained detail, though it was hardly understandable. His armour and his carapace were one and the same, shifting and combining like a river flowing in all directions. His head bowed to the floor, like a standing dead man. But as Sethrak rounded onto the floor, his unliving head craned slowly up to meet the Warlock's gaze. In life only three of his four eyes were intact, but now all four flickered. One moment blazing with fury, another, glimmering so softly they could almost be black.

"Ohhhh..." the voice came from everywhere. It was distorted, unnatural. The air didn't carry it, rather it emanated from all corners. "Tenebrak..." he said softly, empathetically. His legs moved as if to walk but instead he drifted face-to-face with his former comrade. His immolated hand, itself once missing several fingers, drifted in and out of its former and present appearance. It's ghostly talon traced across Sethrak's torso. "What brings you?"

 

[Osam]

Osam felt parched in a way that he had never felt before. He had never so desired to sip something cold and smooth, to feel it glide down his throat, to slake this undeniable thirst.

He had felt hunger like this though in the past. Absolutely ravished, the Warlord unconsciously licked at his lips, trying to sate both the desire to chew and to wet his lips at the same time. Osam recalled when he had been nothing more than a Drone being dispatched to his first few battles, recalled the time before that when he had been nothing more than a particularly burly Draelvasier youth being taught through a system of flashing lights and words what his role would be in the coming crusade.

The indoctrination he had faced had been severe, and the training had been doubly so. He had been only a few merits short of being used as target practice by his peers - instead, he had faced the honor of being the one to blow apart his siblings. Gore had stained his hands long before he had gone to war - and faced with the undeniable surge of hunger that had met him then, even this imposition by unseen energy was little compared to the ravaging desire he had felt at that first triumph.

When the blood spilled around his feet, when the Ish'makra was dispersed into chunks and pieces, he could envision himself falling upon his knees to shovel the fledgling pieces into his throat, as if though their swallowing might somehow appease both a desire for meat and authority. He could become stronger than he had been before by the consumption - at some point in his history, the Warlord would have given in to those desires for flesh, but he was a different and far less savage individual now... at least as far as most were concerned.

He withdrew his blade-hand when the woman made her parry, but the one which he had used to claw was too close to be easily taken back. The witch's swords caught him about the elbow, sliding directly through bone and ligament in a smooth motion which ended with the limb splattering blood on the ground. He shrieked in pain. It was worse than he had imagined, especially since he had lost limbs in the past to implements of war. Nevertheless, the lightsabers had a habit of cauterizing that which they touched - these blades were far cruder in that respect, leaving him to spray arterial mess upon the floor with every fluctuation of his heartbeats.

The Warlord fell back swiftly, glaring at the limb on the ground, feeling himself grow weaker with every moment, watching the body of the witch for any sign that his attacks had done anything other than mediocre damage. Elsewhere in the room, the last of the Draelvasier were gradually being slaughtered by machines of accursed make and model, turned into little more than giblets and stains.

It was all falling apart. He was all alone. His choices wouldn't matter. His life wouldn't matter. He would die - they would all die.

The choice was only whether he wanted to be a victim or a martyr. He would never be the victim.

"Flesh. Focus on me." He spoke aloud, calling the Kraemonen to him with a simultaneous request transmitted through the Mindstone. The Worm-Mind acknowledged this call.

"The Ish'makra is dead. The fight is lost." He said, his voice being broadcast throughout the fleet to any who were able to hear. "The Titan is gone too. This I know - this we all know."

"This galaxy is filled with vermin. I have known no peace in it. I do not intend to start now."

"I will go to Tathra - and I will drag as many rats as I can with me. Let these stars never have peace. Let the slaughter never end."

He reached down to the ground, scooping up a chunk of meat that had been eviscerated from one of the Ish'makra. His eyes locked onto the witch for a moment before raising the morsel to his mouth and tearing it to pieces.

He'd never really changed.

Warships throughout the Bryn'adul fleet gradually began to suffer from terrible explosions planted deep within their systems. Unforeseen boarders and malevolent opponents had rent so many of them to shreds already that when these too joined their comrades in death, there was little to differentiate the newfound wreckage from the old.

The Debauchers were taking significant fire from the attacking vessels of the Eternal Empire while the Sraeljoarsk began to splinter and break apart and go completely silent from the outpouring of devastating damage against it. Fightercraft too worked to their utmost trying to dissuade these oncoming organic boarding craft from their goal.

Meanwhile, the Ashlan fleet too unleashed its terrible vengeance against the Bryn'adul for the crimes that they had committed against the galaxy. The Worm-Mind observed patiently as casualties began to mount, as the reports of alarms scattered throughout the fleet became so great and numerous that even it could not keep track of all of them.

There was a stillness that reached throughout the fleet of the galaxy's bogeymen as the Worm-Mind enacted a final command - dispatched through to each of the Kraemonen that still lived upon these vessels. For an instant, the assorted captains and officers of these warships were taken from their command places, and forced into the role of mere spectators, the hiveminds of worms that they employed having taken control to complete a task they had been given by a superior.

Hundreds of ballistae launched out at once - a volley of improbable scale and coordination - each one hurtling through the air with all of the flaming death of a railgun, each one flying directly past the forces of the enemy, each one finally reaching its destination somewhere upon the Ancient Architect, piercing through it, carving it to utter ribbons in a terrible orgy of grotesque violence and carnage. Within the vessel, the Warlord listened in relative satisfaction as the rounds pierced through the Architect, as they lashed against its vital pieces, as it became critical to escape at the nearest possible convenience, as the ballistae narrowed their focus so that in mere moments they would strike the very council room of the Ish'makra itself.

The hybrid closed his eyes, paying little regard to what actions the witch or her compatriots took - they would die here with him, he was assured. Instead, there were two members of the living that he needed to give a final request to.

" Sethrak - finish the Crusade. Bring our people to salvation. You were a trusted ally. I will miss you dearly. I give the Risen too into your hand." He transmitted telepathically, hoping that the signal would bounce off of the Kraemonen Worm-Minds until it had reached his ally.

" Gordrak - you are destruction made manifest. You are the sword and the spear. My tools of war are yours, my soldiers will listen to you - let the vermin never forget the Bryn'adul. Let them never forget me."

Osam turned his attention to one final companion, the Kraemonen itself, which had begun to unravel from his body so that it might stretch out in comfort one final time. Gingerly, he pressed his hand against its side, taking some small comfort in its presence.

"Goodbye." He whispered.

"Goodbye, Osam."

When the ballistae shell cut through the council room, Osam did not have time even to react or acknowledge that it had even arrived. He did not cry out in pain, nor did he feel any.

He felt nothing. It was all he would ever feel again.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 9
Tags: Ingrid L'lerim Osam
Allies: The Bryn
Foes: Not The Bryn
Objective: BYOO
Forces:

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Warlocks (30x)- Force wielding ground commanders loyal to The First Warlock (Sethrak)Currently at The Plains​

The Tower, "The Killing Grounds", inside The Nether
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The beaten Warlock barely noticed the temperature changing. The only effect was on his breathing. With the heat he nearly choked, but the cold was a breath of fresh air. Then the air found a medium between hot and cold, and Sethrak closed his eyes, unable to deal with the changes. He was dying, the blood loss and exhaustion were setting in. The steps had taken the last of his energy, he had crawled up the final step, and now he laid there, legs still on the steps, the weight of his torso keeping him from sliding down.

But then the events before him became too much to ignore. A body formed before The Dying Warlord...but he couldn't tell who it was. He assumed it was his final battle, the one that would lead to his death, but he was not slain by the form before him. Instead a voice called out from the walls of the room itself.

"Ohhhh..." the voice came from everywhere. It was distorted, unnatural. The air didn't carry it, rather it emanated from all corners. "Tenebrak..." he said softly, empathetically. His legs moved as if to walk but instead he drifted face-to-face with his former comrade. His immolated hand, itself once missing several fingers, drifted in and out of its former and present appearance. It's ghostly talon traced across Sethrak's torso. "What brings you?"

The distortion of the voice made it too difficult to recognize, but again Sethrak looked up as the figure reached out toward him. Now it was closer, and The Warlock could see the figure's face. It was an aerevalin, one Sethrak had not seen in a very, very long time. Sethrak inhaled, blood, spit, and dirt making the breath as raspy as his now soft voice, "Hrajlmak..." He inhaled again, "T-tathra. He's gone." Sethrak grunted as he pulled himself up a little, pain making sure it wasn't forgotten in his chest, arms, and legs. Despite the pain, The Warlock could breath a bit better now, "The crusade, it is lost. Even Osam may be gone now. I have come for..." He paused, catching his breath and thinking over the reasons he was here. Finally he settled on one thing, "I have come for vengence...but I fear that I...too late." He left out the "am" as another wave of pain hit him. His vision blurred and he rested himself against the wall near the steps, looking at the ghostly form of Hrajlmak.

It seemed that everything had failed. Tathra was out of control, but living. Hrajlmak was now part of this place, likely confined to The Tower. Meanwhile Sethrak never received word from The Warlocks regarding their efforts to open a portal. Without those reinforcements The Bryn would likely lose....and if The Warlocks couldn't open a portal, Sethrak was stuck here, with no way home. The Warlock hung his head in defeat and shame, awaiting Hrajlmak's judgement, he let out three words, "Hrajlmak....I'm sorry..."

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

Objective: Get out of there Alive!
Location: Bryn Flagship Engine Room
Equipment Rifle (Out of ammo), Sword, Magnetic Thermal Detonators (Depleated to two), Thermite Explosives (lost in the battle), Heavy Blaster Pistol, Carbine, Boarding Pod
Tags: Ghost "Frankie" Sterling

He could never admit to himself that he enjoyed the violence of battle. But now an end was in sight, a way off this ship. Tovald stayed close to Ghost, because if he didn’t and ended up somewhere else. He would be left on board. Nothing good ever comes out from that in any shape or form.

Shooting at a Spiderling that had appeared from the left, Tovald kept shooting until it was put down. The only thing important now is to get to the hangar and out. Soon his COMM crackled back into life with the message that the bombs were going off right now and they need to get out of there pronto.

He knew what being caught in a fireball felt like, it would hurt just as much now as it did then. However, this time, there is no way home and no waking up. They need that Hangar open and open fast. No one wants to get killed in action, it just happens.

This fight is not for recognition or glory, but as necessary to break the lingering terror the Bryn planted into the Galaxy. He could still hear his mother’s outright objection to him going to war against the Bryn. She didn’t want him to go, didn’t want to go through the anxiety of wondering if her children, adult or otherwise would be on a list of the dead.

He went ahead and joined the EE anyway because he never wants to find out that his home was invaded by genocidal Seafood and his family destroyed. No, this is the way. This is what he could do to help. Again, he grimaced at the sudden resurfacing of the memory of his first-ever question about the Bryn. His cheeks burned with embarrassment almost by instinct.

What brought him out of the rabbit holes of his thoughts was the pressing urgency of getting out and off-ship alive and intact. Tovald tends to get a bit lost by overthinking and catastrophising nearly everything that doesn’t need to be worried into knots.

<“We need to go now!”> He called out to Ghost, forcing all forms of embarrassment from his mind. He was able to plunge his sword into a Spiderling, where its head meets its body. The ship felt like it was vibrating with increasing intensity.

<“May want to get that door open a wee bit more quickly!> Urgency was very much present in his tone as the shaking worsened. Now he was panicking.

 

[Aximand Sicarus]

Spoiler: Fighter Status - Planetside

• I3-A Lancers Fighters
  • Deployed = 70/84
  • Destroyed = 14
• RX-4 Hornet Bombers
  • Deployed = 16/48
  • Re-deploying = 26/48
  • Destroyed = 6

Spoiler: OOC

Anyone please feel free to use this blurb as a narrative way to get the hell off the planet!

Objective: Beasts in the Trap, Shadowgames
Location: Landing Points
Tag: Anyone

When the order went out, namely that the entirety of the Empire’s forces needed to evacuate in 22 minutes, the landing craft launched from the Eternal Fleet had one job and one job only - save as many lives as possible. Their first priority was the extrication of the reinforcements they brought to the planet - significantly fewer based on the meat-grinder that was the superconstruct objective. Next, the shuttle crews hastily worked to pack each craft as densely as possible while still allowing space for the pilots to do their job, with each ship loaded well beyond intended capacity.

The remaining fighter squadrons and bombers on the planet would strafe the killing fields to prevent the Bryn’adul from attempting to surge out and take the fleeing Imperial forces unawares. They would at least have a better chance of fleeing the planet before the literal ticking time-bomb reached its zenith. Every officer held a synchronised timer for the allotted time, and waited at the landing zone as long as they possibly could before departing - mere minutes left on the timer as they lifted from their spots and zoomed through the air - all power directed to their thrusters as they sped their way back up to the fleet in orbit.

Spoiler: Fighter Status - Space

• I3-A Lancers Fighters
  • Deployed = 364/384
    • Wing 1: 72/72
    • Wing 2: 140/140
    • Wing 3: 152/152
  • Destroyed = 20
• RX-4 Hornet Bombers
  • Deployed = 115/122
    • Wing 1: 24/24
    • Wing 2: 43/43
    • Wing 3: 48/48
  • Destroyed = 7
• INT-1A Mk.I Haxor Interceptors
  • Deployed = 104/104
    • Wing 2: 52/52
    • Wing 3: 52/52
  • Destroyed = 8 (Destroyed aboard the Huntress

Spoiler: Eternal Empire Fleet Status

• (1) Callides-class Heavy Carrier

• ENS Retribution - Commodore Sicarus (Secondary Flagship - 4km)

• Shields 85% | Armor 100% | Power 90% | Subsystems 100%
  • (15/15) I-3A Lance Squadrons (180 Fighters)
  • (8/8) RX-4 Hornet Bomber Squadrons (64 Bombers)
  • (7/7) INT-1A MK.I Haxor Interceptor Squadrons (56 Interceptors)
  • (5/5) Shuttlecraft (20 Shuttles)
  • (5/5) Gunships

• (2) Adjudicator II-class Star Destroyers (3.4km)

• ENS Nova

• Shields 0% | Armor 20% | Power 40% | Subsystems 35%
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters)
  • (1/1) RX-4 Hornet Bomber Squadrons (8 Bombers)
  • (1/1) INT-1A MK.I Haxor Interceptor Squadrons (8 Interceptors)
  • (2/2) Shuttlecraft (8 Shuttles)
  • (2/2) Gunships

• ENS Errant

• Shields 88% | Armor 100% | Power 96% | Subsystems 100%
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters)
  • (1/1) RX-4 Hornet Bomber Squadrons (8 Bombers)
  • (1/1) INT-1A MK.I Haxor Interceptor Squadrons (8 Interceptors)
  • (2/2) Shuttlecraft (8 Shuttles)
  • (2/2) Gunships

• (4) Demeton-class Heavy Cruisers (4km)

• ENS Revenant Destroyed

• Shields 0% | Armor 0% | Power 0% | Subsystems 0%
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters)
  • (1/1) RX-4 Hornet Bomber Squadrons (8 Bombers)
  • (1/1) INT-1A MK.I Haxor Interceptor Squadrons (8 Interceptors)
  • (1/1) Shuttlecraft (4 Shuttles)

• ENS Huntress Destroyed

• Shields 0% | Armor 0% | Power 0% | Subsystems 0%
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters) (Already deployed to Danuta)
  • (1/1) RX-4 Hornet Bomber Squadrons (8 Bombers) (Already deployed to Danuta)
  • (1/1) INT-1A MK.I Haxor Interceptor Squadrons (8 Interceptors) (Destroyed)
  • (1/1) Shuttlecraft (4 Shuttles) (8 Bombers) (Already deployed to Danuta)

• ENS Oberon

• Shields 0% | Armor 30% | Power 22% | Subsystems 34%
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters)
  • (1/1) RX-4 Hornet Bomber Squadrons (8 Bombers)
  • (1/1) INT-1A MK.I Haxor Interceptor Squadrons (8 Interceptors)
  • (1/1) Shuttlecraft (4 Shuttles)

• ENS Balisov

• Shields 87% | Armor 100% | Power 92% | Subsystems 100%
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters)
  • (1/1) RX-4 Hornet Bomber Squadrons (8 Bombers)
  • (1/1) INT-1A MK.I Haxor Interceptor Squadrons (8 Interceptors)
  • (1/1) Shuttlecraft (4 Shuttles)

• (2) Eternal Empire Breaching Cruisers (1km)

• ENS Calidan

• Shields 92% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters)
  • (1/1) Shuttlecraft (4 Shuttles)

• ENS Q’dara

• Shields 93% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters)
  • (1/1) Shuttlecraft (4 Shuttles)

• (4) Ashkelon-class Escort Frigates (1.6km)

• ENS Crucible

• Shields 84% | Armor 88% | Power 90% | Subsystems 92%
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters)
  • (1/1) RX-4 Hornet Bomber Squadrons (8 Bombers)
  • (1/1) Shuttlecraft (4 Shuttles)

• ENS Magnate

• Shields 95% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters)
  • (1/1) RX-4 Hornet Bomber Squadrons (8 Bombers)
  • (1/1) Shuttlecraft (4 Shuttles)

• ENS Palisade

• Shields 95% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters)
  • (1/1) RX-4 Hornet Bomber Squadrons (8 Bombers)
  • (1/1) Shuttlecraft (4 Shuttles)

• ENS Shield of Salvation

• Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters)
  • (1/1) RX-4 Hornet Bomber Squadrons (8 Bombers)
  • (1/1) Shuttlecraft (4 Shuttles)

• (5) Retribution-class Heavy Missile Corvettes (1km)

• ENS Manticore

• Shields 72% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%

• ENS Vulture

• Shields 74% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%

• ENS Malice

• Shields 70% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%

• ENS Fangorn

• Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%

• ENS Rogal

• Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%

Objective: Shoot Them Down from the Sky

Location: Elements of the Reclamation Fleet, 20th Heavy Assault Line - Commodore Aximand Sicarus commanding

Equipment: Callides-class Heavy Carrier, Commodore Uniform, Nelvaanian Longsword (Sheathed), Sidearm (Reference character sheet)

Tag: Ingrid L'lerim Osam Badar Sethrak The Battalion Corin Autem


<< Blow up the charges and leave the ships immediately! >>

In an instant, several Bryn’adul ships erupted in a flare of fire, crippled beyond their limitations as the boarding crews had done their job. Aximand hoped they had the ability to return to their boarding craft, but logically he knew that for many of them - this was a suicide mission. His contingent of the Eternal Fleet hammered away at the Sraeljoarsk, in due course crippling the vessel and causing it to begin literally falling apart from the damage. The corvettes had precious little time to attempt a tow on the Oberon to hopefully stave off its destruction. They were able to pull it a few hundred meters before the Sraeljoarsk finally gave way, erupting in a wave of energy as its reactor ultimately failed. The Oberon sparse remaining deflectors failed entirely, with its armor sustaining massive damage from the force of the explosion. It’s main reactor was completely offline, with the ship barely holding together via emergency power. Several of the corvettes towing her free also took damage, but it was primarily restricted to their aft deflectors. Energy simmered off of their barriers as they doggedly continued towing the Demeton to a safe location. The fight was not over, despite the announcement that came after:

<< After the explosions, fire the Quantum bombs at the planet and as soon as the enemy ships are paralyzed and lose their shields, shoot them down from the sky >>

In his years of service, Aximand could not recall ever receiving the order to arm the ordnance the Empress was calling for now. His rank had granted him some level of confidence, for he knew there was a chance some of these weapons would be used. But for the moment to be thrust upon him in reality, it was a somber one at that. It was not because he felt some moral qualm for using the weapons - even against radical elements of the Empire, he had committed unspeakable acts to quell their uprisings under Tacitus. But these weapons, they weren’t simply weapons of war. These were weapons of total annihilation. For the first time ever, Aximand caught but a glimpse of what his Empress was capable of. His moment of surprise and... respect was short lived, as he gave a subtle nod to his XO.

Varys Praxxis sprung into action, bellowing orders to the bridge crew: ”Traverse the Retribution into bombardment range over Danuta. Commander Aierka, engage the Quantum interface!”

The Callides-class Heavy Carrier ambled over to position, minutes ticking by as it was barely able to shift in range within the specified window. She was not the only ships within the contingent carrying such ordnance on board, as the Adjudicator II’s were also carrying a set of Quantum bombs aboard. Yet, the pair of star destroyers were engulfed in a frantic fusilade aimed at disabling the advancing Debaucherer assault craft. Two of the advancing monstrocities burst under the weight of fire from both the rear guard and the swarming fighters, but the remaining two tanked the onslaught of fire well enough to eventually make it to their targets. The Nova was impacted near its broadside, the Debaucherer causing the Star Destroyer to list heavily to starboard. Its shields drained completely, with the leeching tendrils of the organic ship lancing through the beleaguered durasteel paneling as easily as a knife through flour crust. Its teams of ultranaughts frantically scrambled to fight off the Bryn’adul boarders who bled into its corridors, a heated exchange of fire and carnage erupting near-instantly within the ship.

The other Debaucherer impacted against the Huntress, which stood little chance given the punishment it had endured previously. Rather than the tendrils of the craft accomplishing the same nefarious goal as that which beset the Nova, the Huntress instead erupted in a chain-explosion, with thousands of souls instantly meeting their end alongside their would-be Bryn’adul assailants, with both craft rupturing into a cascade of debris. The lone remaining Demeton cruiser, the Balisov, surged forth together with the pair of breaching cruisers & remaining retribution-corvettes to add their firepower alongside the remaining Star Destroyer, ENS Errant, as they attempted to dislodge the remaining ships of the Bryn’adul reinforcement fleet. The tide had begun to turn against them for the first time in this engagement, but they could buy time while Aximand’s flagship proceeded to make good on his orders. All remaining waves of fightercraft surged toward the encroaching Bryn’adul fleet in a desperate gambit to overwhelm the Bryn’adul by sheer weight of numbers.

The thusly unengaged pair of Ashkelon frigates flanked the carrier on either side as it set itself in position. As they did so, Lt. Commander Aierka keyed a special series of commands on her tactical console, which caused a small blister to rise up from the CIC to meet the still forms of Aximand and Praxxis. The pair of senior officers exchanged glances as they waited for the automation to finish. As it did so, a console laid itself out before them, bearing a set of locks which corresponded to a set of keys, one dangling from the neck of both men.

They both set their keys into the locks, turning them to the side, which released a sealed transparent cover protecting a large red button before each man. Both men stared at the timer before them, which began to tick inexorably down to zero. Once it did so, the pair would be ready to press the buttons in unison, causing the devastating ordnance aboard their vessel to speed toward the ill-fated planet of Danuta.

~Fin

​

 

[Ghost "Frankie" Sterling]

tag Tovald Kahmen’’a
equipment: harm mass production armor shredded, FS-18-X01 Omega Phase Assault Rifle with a top-mounted flamethrower (broken). thermal detonator (used), Vibro knife, and a laser battle rifle(broken).

Ghost would the other biodroid and Tovald were holding the hallway as their lives depended on it which at the moment they kinda did. as the door lock hissed behind them and opened up the biodroid on the door exclaimed. "The doors open let's go!" Ghost wasted no time but got the team and Tovald to go through first covering them as they did.

as he turned to go threw next a spiderly appendage would cut him deep across his back destroying the rig holding the power pack for the laser battle rifle on his back forcing him to ditch it and book it through the door. As the four of them ran to the gunship shuttle now in the hanger were the remnants of the other biodroids who were taking part in the boarding process were getting on. Frank would help Tovald and the others onto the shuttle before getting on himself as they took off out of the hanger like a Mynock out of the Nether.

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

Objective: ESCAPE!
Location: Bryn Flagship Engine Room
Equipment Rifle (Out of ammo), Sword, Magnetic Thermal Detonators (Depleated to two), Thermite Explosives (lost in the battle), Heavy Blaster Pistol, Carbine, Boarding Pod
Tags: Ghost "Frankie" Sterling

The hissing of doors opening was like music to his ears. They were getting out of here, there is so much you can detach from without losing yourself to the heat of war Tovald didn't detach per see, just found himself putting self-preservation first. That's the only thing keeping him going and pushing him to escape.

So, he used the last two Thermal Detonators to destroy the hangar door controls, forcing the doors to close once again. To place a barrier between themselves and the never-ending Spiderling infestation. He got on board, only by chance did he look around to see Ghost being menaced by a Spiderling. He unshouldered his Carbine and shot at the offending arachnid at blank range. Making sure that no enemies can get on board, he didn't kill it, just made sure that it couldn't attach itself to their escape.

Once the doors were shut tight did Tovald take a deep breath and relax all his muscles. They were finally getting out of here. Finally leaving this whole thing behind. Surprisingly, the whole debacle didn't make him scared of Arachnids, far from it.

The rumble of engines signalled they have taken off and, now far away from the Flagship. It's finally over.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Archon of the Primyn Group
Empress of Terraris, Supreme Commander of the Terraris Command, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Aboard Osam's ship.
Objective IV.: Kill Osam and the ruling council.
Equipment: Kiss of the Red Witch | 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | The Soulsabers | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing With: Osam

[ Nuclear ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

She saw the incoming droids, she was infinitely disappointed for a moment, especially when Laertia Io 's droid killed one of the dying councillors. It was her job, and the woman and that machine ruined it. It was true that Ingrid had already killed the others, she drained all of their life force, but even then, there was the bitter feeling that they had taken away the chance to do what was her job. As if she hadn't been able to. The next moment she suppressed the feeling, she couldn't afford it. The red-haired woman had to focus on the fight, even if she was a maximalist.

She didn't have to last long, it would be over soon. Her cut was successful, it was the third limb the man lost during the fight with the woman. True, the first two, the two feet, was the other question. There, Osam cut off his own legs because of the pain caused by the poison. The black smoke was still visible, still leaving the woman. She was still bleeding, the wound was deep. But… never show weakness! She watched wordlessly as the man spoke, it was over. Ingrid stepped closer and raised her weapon.

~ I hope you find reassurance in the Netherworld, Warlord! You have always been a worthy opponent, it was an honour! ~ she sent once more, one last time a telepathic message to the man, in a cold, military voice, but with respect. The woman was not driven by hatred or anger; she did her duty.

Ingrid was taught to honour all her opponents, if she hates them, despises them, they can easily defeat her. But if she respects them, she will always do the most against them. However, she had no time to start the killing blow. She heard Cal cry out after her in her head as he shouted her name and something else. She felt the danger through the Force. Suddenly everything slowed down. She heard the sound, felt the impact. The Empress immediately reached out to the Force. It was at this time that she felt lucky to be part of Netherworld.

It was enough to concentrate for a moment and she had already slipped into the Netherworld. Panting in pain, she fell to her knees here. And she began to use the life force drawn from the ruling council to heal herself. It was still too weak to go back to Realspace, the escape with the injuries took a lot of energy. Ingrid sat down on the grass, then lay down on the floor and looked up at the sky, enjoying the fact that she could feel Adrian's presence from everywhere.

"I did it handsome, I did it…" she whispered to herself.

~ Yes, you did it! ~ her husband's hallucination smiled at her.

"I love you, and I miss you so much…" she whispered to him.

~ I know Ingrid, I know… and I love you too! ~ he said.

One thing she regretted was that she couldn't see the final victory because of her injuries, only later on recording when she'll return to the Realspace…

Last post.​

Location: Danuta and space
Objective.: Destroy the Bryn'adûl
NPC/Fleet/Army: Fleet Admiral Cal Osborn | ENS Crimson Empress | Ragnarök Regiment
Allies: 001-A-986 "Nix" | Ladybug | Eina L'lerim-Vandiir | Salis | Esmeralda Io | Kyyrk | Beltran Rarr | Viermen | Steve the Ultranaught | Iasha Rha | Aximand Sicarus | Isla Draellix-Kobitana | Tovald Kahmen’’a | Ro-Tahn Mashayekhi | Ghost "Frankie" Sterling | Corin Autem | Laertia Io
Enemies: Naimes Ahn-Dross | Subject 648 Slipknot | Gal'Zhoren | Khaostra Devoid | Sethrak | Hrajlmak'Natok | Osam | Badar | Gordrak

<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Simultaneously with the explosions, the last ships of the general army also rose from the surface of the planet into the air and set off for the fleet. This was also true of the Supercontruct and the swamp. The quantum bombs were fired, of course not nearly as destructive as those described in surviving sources from ancient times, because the army of the Eternal Empire did not want to destroy itself, only the enemy.

It was all as if everything had slowed down or stopped. For a few moments, explosions were seen everywhere in both space and the planet. The agents were already safe, and the ships of the Eternal Empire could begin to destroy the enemy ships. There Were probably ships that were still able to escape, but a few tiny, smaller ships didn’t matter. In the last moments, after the launch of the quantum bombs, even Osam acted at the last time in his life.

< ~ INGRID… Get out of the…! ~ > Cal shouted to her in thoughts through the biochips comm. channel.

The next moment, Bryn's flagship exploded, although the Eternal Empire had little to do with it, the enemy itself destroyed it. The others, on the other hand, were already the merit of the Allies. Countless missiles raced toward various ships, the Crimson Empress even fired at targets on the planet, and the three bombs were on their way. This was already the threshold of victory.

Eventually, the bombs reached the targets and made an impact, and the explosion and shockwave were perfectly visible from space. The three bombs were able to cover a significant part of the planet and destroy almost everything on it due to the bombs breaking the connections of elementary particles at a subatomic level, obliterating any matter...

The Eternal Empire was capable of achieving victory with the help of the Ashlan Crusade, where the rest of the Galaxy failed. After a long and tedious planning, they were able to give Bryn’adûl both a deadly stab and a coup de grâce at the same time.

End.​

OOC: The range of the bombs is intentionally smaller (and does not cover the entire planet) than what is in the Wookieepedia article, our goal/intention is not to kill PCs / NPCs, so everyone can solve for their character to survive if you don’t want to kill them. But it’s also perfectly good if you escaped even before the bombs.
Thanks for the great game everyone. It was an honour for the Eternal Empire and for me that the last Bryn thread to play as a Major Faction was ours. Thank you and we really love you guys! And thank you for playing the big bad genocide crabs/lobsters and shrimp for long! <3

 

[Ladybug]

Mikilanna Mihaly (Darth Kauhu)
Overseer of Science Development

Location: Superconductor
Equipment: Dark Blessings of Kuolema (Twin Lightsabers), Feravvax XVI (Cybernetic Eyes), PITA CV1 (Cybernetic / Bionic Tail), Omni VI (Bionic Arm), Varjokävely (Battle Outfit)
Allies: Ingrid L'lerim / Esmeralda Io
Enemies: Naimes Ahn-Dross / Subject 73 Red / Udomek Seker

"Fylgija Ear"​

In a span of a few fleeting seconds, her overconfidence allowed the armored man to act upon it, resulting in an eruption of two miscalculations on her part. The first was attempting to manipulate this opponent into joining her, aligning himself with a purpose she would give him. She never believed in a worthy understudy from which she could bestow her knowledge of the Force, the dark side, and the philosophy of the Sith. Why would this man be any different than those that came before him, whom now continue to feed the beetles, flies, and worms that are snacking on bloated corpses. The second, attached to the first, was talking instead of just killing him outright. She didn't possess the patience to deal with those underneath her, she held to a higher standard to any other being among the galaxy; which lent much easiness on her dark, twisted conscience when indulging in murder.

The blow caught her square in the midsection, staggering her back a couple of steps and nearly robbing her of air. From that initial assault, the hold once bestowed upon the man's neck was now broke. Prior to that, the first strike knocked her left arm off to the side, disengaging any thoughts of committing a change of appearance for the man's head, or his face potentially if the damage went far beyond the protection of the helmet being employed by her adversary. Recovering quickly, she dropped portions of the man's armor, something she was unaware of doing when her bionic arm and hand became separated from him. Her one undamaged eye stared deep into his soul, hatred and anger rising whilst it mingled with the cooling pain on the right side of her own face. And yet, the man talked. But she was done with talking. He refused her proposal, and his insolence would see him judged and executed.

Whilst the man began to reach for the holstered weapon, she reacted to prevent that. Linked to her bionic tail through a cybernetic implant, the deadly tail struck at the hand reaching for the weapon in the speed of a blur. The length and extremely lightweight tail, possessing a quality of dangerous attributes, grew within a split second of the hand, leaving little time to react. The tail, with it's blades spitting forth and aided by a monomolecular energy cord contained within, could cut through the glove and severing the hand with ease; whilst the enhanced charge of electricity also contained within could tear flesh apart and break the wrist bone, and sending a jolt of electricity powerful enough to engage physical trauma for the man.

 

[Gordrak]

Objective: Survive

Equipment:

Spoiler

Armor / Axe / Shielding / Ravager / Lancer / Mangler / Crippler / Shredder / Burner / Beam Rifle / Fort. Mutagen

Then

​

Gordrak was alone. The two Ultras who had been fighting alongside him had experienced deaths that were beneath them. They were worth so much more than the droids and troopers arrayed against them. They were battle and skill made manifest. Unfortunately for those Ultras, all of that skill and power couldn't save them from a bad decision. A monumentally risky gamble that wasn't worth the payoff at all. A graze against his helmet brought Gordrak back from his introspection. Despite the death of his Ultras and the generally unfavorable position he occupied, Gordrak fought on. He was, like the rest of his kin, literally made to do so. He wasn't the product of loving union. No, he was sired to ultimately further the Chieftains goals and designs. Sadly, the Chieftain was gone now and everything was falling apart.


Gordrak grabbed the droid by the leg and thrashed it around violently. He had long since lost his weapons in all of the fighting. His axe was the only thing left and that was currently lodged into the deck. The droid, despite being one made to kill his kind, was serving nicely as a replacement for the time being. The closest boarder screamed in terror as the droid reduced them to a mangled and quite unrecognizable state. Something more than a smear but substantially less than a living breathing being. The second and third boarders met similar, grizzly fates. Gordrak then, with some effort, tore the droid in half at the waist. Despite this, the automaton continued to persist. Flying into a rage, Gordrak began to savage the broken machine with a fury that had long been suppressed. All of the rage, hatred, and discontent he had suffered, felt, and bottled away finally broke free. Despite firmly destroying the droid, he continued to maul and ravage its remains. As Gordrak gave into his destructive fury, he failed to notice the boarders beginning to fall back.


All of it was pointless. They had been brought up to think they were strong and the moment their leader left they crumbled. Failure after failure, death after death, and here they were. They were destined to inherit this galaxy and purge it of those that didn't deserve it. It seemed that the truth was opposite of that. They didn't deserve anything except death. They were weak when it mattered most. As Gordrak fell deeper into despair and hate, he felt a presence in his mind and the thoughts it conveyed. The thoughts of someone he knew.

"you are destruction made manifest. You are the sword and the spear. My tools of war are yours, my soldiers will listen to you - let the vermin never forget the Bryn'adul. Let them never forget me."

​

That was it then. Warlord Osam had failed. The Council was likely dead or about to be. Gordrak felt a horrible pain in his chest. His hearts beat rapidly and he felt dizzy. Everything he feared had come true. He was a failure like the rest of his kin. Gordrak quickly utilized his mind stone but found himself unable to transmit anything. After some silence, Gordrak finally sent his message and began to move.

"Ultras. The battle is lost and I am assuming command. Gather what forces you can and flee this vessel."


Now

​

They had been beaten. The Eternal Empire had struck a blow they couldn't recover from. Gordrak staggered as another ballistae shot struck the now doomed vessel. Time was short and though Gordrak was quite close to escaping, he didn't quite favor his odds. Elsewhere, the Ultras that were still alive were on the move. They didn't stop to collect troops so much as they commanded to be followed. Those that complied fled and those that did not perished. Finally plunging into a hangar deck that wasn't sabotaged or empty, Gordrak made for a lone gunboat. Entering quickly, Gordrak wasted no time in getting the craft ready for flight. As this occurred, the last of the Ultras who had not already fled made their way into the hangar. The moment they boarded the gunboat, Gordrak gunned it. The Gunboat shot out of the hangar and made to get as far away from there as possible.


As the gunboat sailed through the void, Gordrak allowed one of the more competent pilots among the Ultras to take over. Not long after that, the gunboat entered hyperspace. Standing among his Ultras, Gordrak felt their attention upon himself. He removed his helmet and allowed it to drop unceremoniously to the floor. A long silence overtook the troop bay before Gordrak finally spoke. "The Bryn'adûl...its gone. A dream broken beyond repair. Yet we survive. The Draelvasier continue on." Gordrak walked around the troop bay, looking over each and every survivor on board. There twenty that managed to make it here and he hoped more had managed to flee in other vessels. "We thought we were strong! That the old ways made us strong. This failure shows us a different truth. Things need to change. We need to change."


Gordrak spoke from the heart now. His adrenaline spiked slightly as his hearts beat faster. A sort of excitement and resoluteness began to overtake him. "They will expect us to return to them. To be their instrument of revenge. I refuse this wish. Let the old order and those who serve it burn. While the galaxy grinds them to dust...We will grow strong. No method or tactic will be too extreme. No tool or weapon forbidden. Then and only then will we return." Gordrak looked upon his Ultras and expected to find many of them in disagreement. The actuality was that all of them were in agreement. As veterans of countless conflicts, they understood that things couldn't continue the way they were. They needed to change and adapt alongside their enemy. One by one the UItras began to kneel and after the last did so, one of their number spoke.

"What are your orders, Chieftain?"


Summary:

Spoiler

 

[Naimes Ahn-Dross]

Equipment: Beskar'gam; Terentatek Body Glove; Longtooth; 'Kath Hound' Shotgun; 'Charging Rhyno' Slugthrower; Assorted Grenades
Allies: Udomek Seker , Subject 648 Slipknot
Enemies: Ingrid L'lerim , Esmeralda Io
Opponents: Ladybug

---

​

He reached for the 'Charging Rhyno' and the bionic tail snapped out in a blur to make him pay for it. There was distance between them but not so much that the Mandalorian could avoid the blow however he was still able to mitigate it. In fact Naimes had been counting on his foe to attack him.

He'd been watching her closely.

When Naimes had been reaching for the 'Charging Rhyno' the motion had been deliberate, he'd wanted to make sure that she'd seen what he was doing because there was no trap without a lure, without bait. She'd focused her attack on his right hand, the hand reaching for the slugthrower holstered on his left hip. As she reacted, using her tail to attack Naimes would shift, letting his right side angle backwards so that the angle between them changed on a relatively minor level while jerking his right hand backwards.

His hand wasn't fast enough. Naimes didn't know she had a tail, he'd been expecting more of a frontal assault and was prepared for that. Still he wasn't at a complete loss.

The Tail would cut into the flesh of his hand, he'd jerked it backwards to ensure no contact with his wrist was made but the blades would slice through his gloved hand and remove more than one of his fingers. There was blood and the electrical jolt accompanying it would have sent a shock through the Mandalorians system. None of this was impede him though.

While the attack may not have come as he'd expected Naimes had still set the lure and so as his body shifted, his right side drawn backwards he'd still tense his left arm and unleash the last burst from his CryoBan Projector. The burst of super-cooled chemicals would target Ladybug twofold, first blasting over her tail which had committed to its attack and then flowing beyond that towards her as well as they filled the corridor. Whether or not the chemicals would land cleanly was debatable but Naimes knew that moving forward through the burst was not an option.

Regardless the Mandalorian fell backwards. The electrical shock from her tail lighting up the synapses of his mind, he'd grit his teeth.

It was around this point that warnings came over his comms. The Bryn'adul channels were flooding with the notice of evacuation. Upon hearing that the Mandalorian would begin pressing back to his feet, moving down the corridor and away to evacuate with the others while sounding over the comms...

"Tenebrim, move to evacuate at once. Repeat, evacuate this world."

...it seemed the Superconstruct would be obliterated shortly.

 

[Gal'Zhoren]

Objective 2: Beasts in the trap
Tag: Viermen Steve the Ultranaught
Equipment:
Barad cloaking Device, Barad Impact Grenade x6, Ravager Marksmen Rifle, Barad Glaive, Barad Kurigasami X5, Barad Kukri X4, Barad Special Operations Armour.
Barad advanced blaster X4
Current Objective: Target elimination


Gal'Zhoren:

Gal'Zhoren prized his Kurigasami from the chest of a fallen soldier. He allowed himself to watch as the man separated into two, haphazard, vertical chuncks before hitting the ground with a wet slap.
It was a scene he had viewed countless times now- yet the pleasure never lessened.

As it was, the enemy forces had dropped in number considerably. They were weak and the Bryn'Adul would be victorious- no other outcome was ever even a possibility. Suddenly, with an amazing speed and agility completely alien of his mechanical frame, the man- thing was on him. Perhaps the strangest sight in that presice moment was not the fact that his six knee joints uncoupled themselves, nor was it the feral glee on the man-thing's face. One so akin to that of a true Bryn'Adul warrior. No, instead it was the concealed acid.

There was a sudden howl of anguish as the acid bore down upon them. Gal'Zhoren held aloft his Kurigasami which quickly broke in two and the immense quantity. Beside him, more Marines met their end through the torrents of green fire. However, Ort'nem got it the worst.

He had noticed the man-things approach and charged to clash with him. He hadn't expected the sneak attack that now burnt through his face. There was the familiar scent of burning metal as Ort'nem's flesh began to peel away from his skull. After a moment, he was silent. His kukri falling to the ground seeming to pierce the throngs of noise all around them.

For the first time that he could recall, Gal'Zhoren froze. He had developed with Ort'nem as pod brothers. To see his finalised corpse so tarnished was...

His through left him as the man-thing rotated his direction. In a single instant, a large, solid Impact connected with the remaining Zealot and sending him soaring.

'A cannon' was all Gal'Zhoren could think before he impacted with the valley walls and unconsciousness took him.

Kru'kk, Valmerk and Var'Schmark:

Ort'nem was dead. So too, perhaps, was Gal. It was enough to stop the major cold in his heated bloodlust. He wouldn't lose his squad- not again. With a wild, almost unnatural yell, he lunged at the man-thing. Glaive in hand. This time, he knew all his tricks. This engagement was purely just skill.

"Focus on the soldiers!" Kru'kk snapped to the two still-standing Baedurin "This one is mine!"

Xanlatt:

The Zealot shadow watched as the three Marines turned and left. It was a dissapointemt that he would not be able to slaughter them all but he couldn't help but shake the feeling that he was needed back with the group.
He recalled how the marine had appeared as they talked. There was a certain hesitant resistance to the man. Xanlatt found he couldn't help but liken their situations in some way.

'There is something bigger going down on both sides' he had thought to himself and, after several comm channels did not respond- not even that if Osam's Flagship itself- he reasoned it only served to cement his thoughts that things had gone drastically wrong.

There was one responding channel at leat. A simple, recurring message:

"THIS IS THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW! TODAY MIGHT BE THE LAST DAY OF THE BRYN'ADÛL, THE BROTHERHOOD IS OFFERING YOU A CHANCE FOR YOUR CRUSADES TO LIVE ON. BECOME THE MAW'ADUL! TOGETHER WE CAN CONQUER THIS GALAXY AND BUILD IT INTO SOMETHING STONGER AND BETTER!"

It was all Xanlatt needed to know that the day was lost, the Bryn'Adul... was bested. It was not something he could comprehend at present but enough to decide it was time to leave the planet. Still watching the marines, Xanlatt reactivated his cloaking Device and disappeared into the valleys once more. Instead, this time, he was not hiding in place of Ambush, nor was he hiding until the cavalry arrived. To his shame, he was hiding for real as he headed for his strike team's shuttle.

It was time to get off this forsaken rock.


Summary Of Actions:

.Ortnem was killed by Viermen's acid reserves.

.Gal'Zhoren is unconscious after being struck by one of Viermen's cannons at close range.

.Kru'kk has entered single combat with Viermen whilst Valmerk and Var'Schmark continue to slaughter the remaining empire marines.

.Xanlatt has regained invisibility and left his confrontation so that he can reach the shuttle and eacape the planet. In so doing, he is allowing Steve and his men to escape

 

[Esmeralda Io]

Location: Military Super-Construct - Danuta -> Alyosha-Series Star Destroyer
Objective: Kill and Evacuate
Allies: EE ( Salis 001-A-986 "Nix" Laertia Io Ladybug Ingrid L'lerim ) │ SJC ( Beltran Rarr )
Enemies: Bryn'adûl ( Naimes Ahn-Dross Udomek Seker ) │ Independent ( Subject 648 Slipknot )
Unit Support: Siren Corps (200) │ Nuetralizer Model 1s (100) │ Nuetralizer Model 2s (500) │ Nuetralizer Model 3s (1000)

This would be the last battle.

Pockets of the Bryn'adûl might yet still remain all throughout Wild Space and beyond, so Esmeralda knew that these would not be the last of the monsters that she sent to the Netherworld. However, this event could very well be the end of the Bryn'adûl as a superpower on the galactic stage, of which Esmeralda felt a level of gravitas to be part of it, even if her role was ultimately minuscule in the grand scheme. She was but one Siren, one citizen-soldier of House Io, and yet, she felt as if she were something greater, an infatuating sensation of invincibility overtaking her even as the monsters fought her with almost suicidal abandon.

And yet, she dared not succumb to it.

Ascending up and out of the reach of the albino’s glaive, Esmeralda continued her ascent as the order to evacuate was relayed to her, leaving the monstrous creature behind in her wake, whether it was dead or alive. Landing a short distance away from her previous position, Esmeralda caught sight of a Juggernaut charging her way, her sights snapping to its chest before two CryoBan slugs exploded out from the barrel and punched into the monster’s armored chest and head, freezing it from within. Pushing the now-empty magazine out of the well and slamming a fresh one inside, Esmeralda moved to link up with Mother.

On the way, the Siren slayed monsters with every facet of her being committed to the gruesome task.

Her shotgun barked icy wrath as she jumped on a trio of Heavy Juggernauts, the monsters’ thick, heavy armor taking more shots than normal, though the creatures were nevertheless almost helpless as the kinetic force from the slugs stunned them, before being finished off with precise shots to the head. Just as she swapped over to the tubular magazine after finishing off the last of the Juggernauts, her sensors pinged more signatures, approaching her from above. With a held breath, the Siren lowered herself onto a knee, with the first Vaydralen Vandal coming into view only a moment later. A CryoBan-infused slug barked forth from her shotgun, striking the creature in the head just as the monster leapt down from the structure, sending its body sailing down to the ground and landing with a harsh crunch, now lifeless. Another Vandal emerged from her left flank, but the Siren anticipated their arrival all the same, snapping onto the monster with surgical precision and firing with nigh-robotic speed stemming from proficiency in Teräs Käsi. However, the creature managed to tank both her slugs, but was clearly dazed as it scrambled to cover, Quilxyn shields flickering in the process.

With a grunt, Esmeralda shifted her attention towards her right, her gaze driven by her armor’s sensors just as a third Vandal came at her from above, unleashing a burst from their assault carbine as it did.

A surge of pain flared in her chest as one of the molten spikes struck her chestplate, the heat burning pale flesh as a sudden, high-pitched scream escaped from her lips. Briefly stunned, Esmeralda willed her propulsion system to launch her behind a nearby bulkhead for cover, a second molten bullet striking her thigh as she moved. Nevertheless, the Siren didn’t remain inactive, grunting as she pulled a CryoBan grenade from her belt, then quickly tossing it towards the position of the second, wounded Vandal, hoping to finish the creature off.

Not a moment later, in spite of her injuries, she seized the initiative.

With a thought, her repulsor pack carried her up and out of cover, catching the third Vandal just as they were throwing a grenade to her previous position. Her shotgun delivered a trio of slugs, punching into the Vandal’s chest and shields, with the last slug ripping through armor and flesh to cleave off the creature’s leg, leaving it roaring in pain as it collapsed to the ground.

The monster’s cries were silenced with the harsh report of a shotgun blast, the creature’s blue blood spraying all over the Siren’s white armor in the process.

Her biorestorative underlay pumped bacta into her wounds as she moved ahead, hobbled due to her injuries, but she wouldn’t stop until Mother was found. Loading explosive slugs into her shotgun, Esmeralda immediately let the weapon fall to her chest as her sensors pinged Drones closing in on her position, temporarily swapping it for her light repeating blaster. A second later, the first came into view, a feral cry cut short as she blasted the ravenous monster twice in the chest, with four more after meeting the same fate. They were the last remnants of the defense of the barracks, which had been slashed through by her Mother, leaving a path of gruesomely-butchered Draelvasier bodies in her wake. Before long, Esmeralda came up on a Model 3, standing over Mother as she repeatedly stabbed into the bleeding, grotesque form of an already-dead Ultra.

“It’s time to go, Mother!” Esmeralda added on to the Model 3’s warning, not fazed even a bit by the Matriarch’s brief lapse into insanity, though the Siren wondered if one day, she might end up as crazy as her...

The end.

Following the Matriarch off of the shuttle, along with her brothers and sisters, Esmeralda felt her knees begin to buckle as the pain from her injuries finally caught up to her. Fortunately, one of the Model 1s was there to help her before she collapsed, putting her arm around his shoulder for support.

“Medbay, sister?” The Nuetralizer began, looking down at the diminutive Siren with an intense, mechanical gaze as he took in the blue blood staining the plates of her armor.

“Yes, but…” Esmeralda paused. “I-is it possible I could go to the bridge first?”

“Hmm, well...are you sure? There’s blood on you!” The Nuetralizer added sarcastically.

“Y-yes, brother.” Esmeralda smiled painfully.

“I want to watch the end.”

Spoiler: Loadout

• FAE/A-04 “Apsara” Ultralight Combat Armor
  • Right Gauntlet
    • Universal Gas Launcher
      • Nagnol Gas
    • WMMW-01
      • Wrist Rocket Launcher (2)
        • Buster Rocket
  • Left Gauntlet
    • WMMW-01
      • Wrist Rocket Launcher (2)
        • Buster Rocket
  • Undersuit
    • UL-14 "Virtus" Class Underlay
  • Energy Shield
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • B-11 “Greitis” Class Combat Boots
    • Vibrodagger (2)
  • Droid
    • IBIS Drone
  • Utility
    • ABC Scrambler
    • Evasive-226-R Field Disruptor
• LPD-45 Firespray Shotgun
  • Explosive Slug
  • CryoBan Shell
• Esmeralda’s SE-14r Light Repeating Blaster
• FAE/M-01 “Scherezade” Energized Vibroblade
• Flash Detonator (2)
• CryoBan Grenade

 

[Ladybug]

Mikilanna Mihaly (Darth Kauhu)
Overseer of Science Development

Location: Superconductor
Equipment: Dark Blessings of Kuolema (Twin Lightsabers), Feravvax XVI (Cybernetic Eyes), PITA CV1 (Cybernetic / Bionic Tail), Omni VI (Bionic Arm), Varjokävely (Battle Outfit)
Allies: Ingrid L'lerim / Esmeralda Io
Enemies: Naimes Ahn-Dross / Subject 73 Red / Udomek Seker

"Smile Again"​

The chaos of battle had been raging all around, and inside, the Superconductor. The structure's skeleton was growing weaker and weaker, as whole sections began breaking from the main body; crashing down with a sickening thud, obliterating any caught underneath. The smell of blaster ozone fumigated the air, the stench of death haunted nearly every corridor, hall, and room, and the cries of pain infested bodies from both sides added an eerie lullaby which only lent the whole grisly scene a well deserved soundtrack. Over the crackling speakers, a garbled voice barely audible one second, and nearly void of hearable content next played a looped message; but for those engaged in a death match of survival, that voice was nothing short of a ghostly tune not worth focusing on.

With her connection to the Force temporarily disrupted, only coming in waves of dark energy briefly but not strong enough to call upon, from the last toxic attack by the armored man, she could feel his wholesome pain flowing into her; a cold sensation of pleasure that nearly buckled her knees. Roaming her one good eye to the man's bloody stubs, where fingers once habited, she caught her self again falling under distractions. As before, a cold chemical blast erupted from the man's armor in direct line toward her. Many options, due to being distracted, distance between them, and her ending assault upon the man, where robbed of her. All Felacatians possess highly attuned reflexes, even without the aid of the Force, but this time her species natural reflexes would not help.

First item hit was her bionic tail. Had it been her original tail, long devoured by some nasty beast on Dathomir, the cold blast would not only freeze it solid, but lay it to ruination. Amputation would be a clear possibility. However, this was not the case. As cold as the chemical was, her tail had been electrified to the point of a high heated temperature; so the cold hit it only to fizzles out, dripping warm water upon the floor between them. However, she was still unlucky.

Apparently the armored man spared no expense in attempting to freeze her. Her tail acted as makeshift shield, not by it's choice, but there was enough of that awful blast that went over and under her tail; smashing into her directly in both top and the bottom. From her right shoulder all the way down to her right leg, she was frozen in place. The pain from the deep freeze jolted her body. Had her whole body been entirely hit, the extreme cold would have interfered with her natural body temperature; thus resulting in convulsions or a shock to her system that could have killed her. She was fortunate in one aspect, that her left side was spared. But regardless, she was immobilized for the moment. And yet, the man retreated instead of attacked.

Unable to pursue, she watched with pure hatred as her little mouse scampered down the corridor. Then, without warning, the corridor where they were fighting was hit. Dark, thick plumes of smoke filled the corridor, erasing the visual ability to see through it clearly. Then came another hit that now blew open a massive hole in the wall, that quickly ushered the smoke outside. Where the Sith Lord once stood, she was gone; except for a hole in the floor where she had been.

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Hrajlmak drew a deep, shuddering breath. "You Warlocks are... incorrigible" he said with exasperation. He turned away from the struggling youth. Youthful to Hrajlmak at least. "Even now... the wailing voices of our brethren come flooding across the plains." His head twisted and turned slowly, "ohh.. the voices" he groaned under his breath. As if a trick of the dimly lit room, his back shifted and morphed. Cloaked Er'gerak armour gave way to stony carapace smothered in burns and lacerations. The artwork of a veteran laid to bare. "You're right. The fight is lost. The vision of a dead god-king crumbles all around us. You, here, yourself a dying relic begging ghosts for what? Vengeance?" He scoffed and fell silent, contemplative. He turned slowly to face Sethrak again. His face was awash with longing. Perhaps even regret. "But I won't deny you what you want. What we all wanted". He pulled in a breath through his ephemeral nose, eyes closing in reflection, "the fight. There is nothing else for us. Bred to slaughter and destroy. It would be a tragedy to admit the slain souls of our comrades to this terrible place with nothing to show for their sacrifice in the living realm". Many miles away, across desert stretches of dreaded land Sethrak's Warlocks, themselves having been indoctrinated by the principles laid down by Hrajlmak, toiled hopelessly at opening the gates for their undead armada. They were out of their depth, playing with forces they couldn't hope to understand. They were scientists and brutish killers, not scholars of the cosmic energy's occult. They waved their hands at the air. And every time the world around them refused to obey, they cursed and shouted. All they could do was stand and try while the thing they fought tooth and nail for melted away, to be forgotten to the Universe.

Stood at the foot of one portal gate, a Warlock fresh out of a vat in Bryn'adul space, sent to the frontline only weeks ago poured every fiber of will she had into the structure before her. She yanked on the Force, weaved its energy in and around every dimension she could command. Her body flexed, her mind pushed through the barriers of its own ignorance. From the depths of her animal self she roared as she concluded her effort.

Nothing.

The wind licked her feet, silence engulfed her. She fell to her knees and dropped her head. Shame and helplessness overwhelmed her will even to stand. She had been born and thrown into a losing battle. Every minute of her existence just one defeat, one failure after another. Of the Chieftain she'd known only stories. Glorious stories of invincibility. The Heroes of the Bryn'adul seemed to her and her kin like untouchable gods in their own right. Tales of cunning strategy and tragic sacrifice from the decimation of Sarka, when the Bryn'adul pushed the Jedi and their like over the borders of their own morality, forcing them to raze their own people in a desperate bid to wound the Bryn'adul. The battle won, but at a cost. The famed General Keldothera serving the conquest to an end worthy of the songs sung.
And on Sev Tok, a story told at every Anshaerneghm across Bryn'adul space that puts even the cockiest of Baedurin to shame. When the Chieftain himself lead an assault so bold it brings goosebumps for every telling. The odds insurmountable, where every soldier fought with such ravenous passion that no disadvantage proved too great. It was on that night that the progenitor of the Warlocks, Hrajlmak, met his demise. Yet in his death throes, pushed beyond the limits of his will, commanding not one but three Servitors to go forth and bring as many of his mortal enemies to the grave with him.

The helpless Warlock was gripped by emotion. By the sadness of her thoughts and by the frustration of her failures. Her eyes lifted from the desolate ground and beheld a structure just as dead. Then it groaned. The noise was almost unnoticeable at first but quickly overcame the ambience of the wind. Her hearts began to race. Groaning gave way to a peculiar rushing noise and soon the gate burst into life. She shot to her feet, her eyes wide and ablaze with renewed vigour. She spun around to face the dead vessels before her. She said nothing, only threw her arms in the air and shrieked. Across the nether sands a similar sight repeated itself. The portals opened, the Warlocks gave no thought as to why. Now, they lead their army to its final battle.

Sethrak

 

[Steve the Ultranaught]

Objective: Escape Danuta
Viermen Gal'Zhoren
Steve never knew why the Sniper had so suddenly ran away. Perhaps he was telepathically contacted and ordered to retreat? Could he have sensed the quantum bombs being dropped? Was he just a complete coward?
Ultimately, it was irrelevant to Steve, as he needed to escape the planet within 20 minutes. Taking his climbing gear, he said a last minute goodbye to his unconscious squadmate who unfortunately, he would not be able to take with him. He had been a little annoying and had questioned superiors, but he was loyal to the Eternal Empire in the end, and that was what mattered.
Steve then began climbing down as fast as he could without falling to his death, which was certainly easier said than done. He very nearly fell a few times and by the time he had gotten to the bottom, all he had left that he had not been forced to drop was his KC-95 Blaster Pistol. He ran past a group of foul smelling corpses, some of which were covered in what looked like acid burns, but Steve didn’t have enough time to take a closer look. Not far away though, was a Bryn’adûl speeder that presumably belonged to one of the deceased soldiers. Steve wasted no time in commandeering the speeder and fortunately, the controls were not too difficult to use despite being designed for alien hands.
After around 5 minutes of speeder driving, Steve was back at his group’s shuttle. After dismounting from the speeder, he opened the side doors, and saw that he was the only person to be back yet. Steve considered his options. He was a good pilot from his experience in the transportation industry, so could leave now, and guarantee his survival. He did’t even know if the rest of his squad was still alive. But what if they were still alive and he would be abandoning them, like he had done with Patrick?
In the end, he decided that he would wait for 5 minutes before leaving, as that would give him just enough time before the bombs started dropping.