"The Bryn'adul will laugh at your Brute Force." Xiphos said calmly, with absolute, unshakable certainty of someone who had fought them repeatedly. "One worm underneath your soldiers will scrap even your best strategy. You clearly are not prepared. Your men will fight conventional, as you have with us. And they will die conventional. The Bryn'adul see everything that isn't their perception of strong as being worthy only of elimination. Old or young, adult or child, they will slay without remorse. You won't even be considered for slave labor. I watched them murder Nar Kreeta, then Sarka. And countless others. If your plan is sheer brute force, I'm going to tell it plainly: It is doomed to fail. My sons have adapted continually to your forces, haven't you noticed? But you? Your forces have remained and fought virtually the same since Generis. You're a man with too many armored units and too many soldiers willing to die for him. And too many victories, clearly, in spite of these shortcomings, to properly guage a foe like them. Even without the Bryn'adul, your victories will eventually defeat you, Erskine, faster than I ever could. The NIO got a taste of it, I think, at Csilla. True, crushing defeat. In spite of all your experience, you were still forced to withdraw from what were basically gangs of savages using scavenged equipment. And if a gang of properly equipped savages can kill your professional army, then it stands to reason a highly organized, fanatical army made of soldiers many times larger, faster, and stronger then any human is going to do much worse. Their leaders will not humor a request on your part to parley. They'll eat your men in front of you, tear the babies from the wombs of the pregnant. That is what you face with them."
Xiphos said it without Malice, or Mockery. She was utterly serious about what she was saying. Her expression stone faced.
"If I had led my forces the way you do at Sev Tok? I'd have been crushed in minutes. Perhaps it is you who should take a page from my book, rather than the other way around."
DECEASED Erskine Barran
then talked about taking offspring to war, and how it was a disaster in the making.
"I feel the death of every one of my son's, every time I am on the battlefield with them. I sleep next to them. Bleed next to them. And my rage only grows with each slaying. But you merely adopted the War Madness. I was
born in it.
Molded by it. I have killed since I was nothing but a child in some filthy Nar Shaddaa alleyway with no family whatsoever. There's something I learned there, that I tried to pass on to my children: Never get off the Boat, unless you plan to go all the way. I've been off that boat for years now, Lord Commander. I will prove it to you."
She got out a comlink. "Mycroft, sweetie?"
"Yes, Mother?" A Nuetralizer Model 1 at the other end asked.
"Bring a Ysalamiri and two knives to Mommy and leave it, would you?"
In minutes a Model 1 came into the Foyer, carting a Ysalamiri mounted on a branch. Xiphos winced as her connection to the Force was cut completely. The Model 1 immediately left them alone.
Xiphos removed her helmet, then her Armor, removing her cybernetic eye, tossing aside her Lightsabers, removing the black body glove she wore until she was in Black undergarments.
Then she unhooked her cybernetic arm. She tossed it aside. Then the undergarments until she was naked completely, with only one working eye and arm. She took one of the knives, a simple, double edged set of daggers, and made a cut over her right breast, drawing blood, then tossing the bloodied knife to Erskine's feet for him to use.
"No Force. No armor. No cybernetics. No tricks. I shall fight you as my sons always have. Naked." Xiphos said, her magnificent, tombstone pale body glaring white under the lighting, her shock of black hair flowing freely.
"I been off that boat a long damn time. I'm feeling
froggy. Are you feeling
froggy Erskine?" She asked.
Meanwhile...
As soon as Proost made his forces advance over the breach, that was when it was determined that enough of Barran's Forces had made it over the breach to make unleashing the monsters worth it.
They waited until they were significantly over the breach before detonating the massive number of det charges behind his forces to cut off Proosts retreat.
The curses of the Witches triggered, a dome of darkness descending over his forces.
That was when the animals were unleashed.
The fat, lightsaber resistant Oggdo Boggdo's went first, enraged and strengthened temporarily with dark magic, like the other captured animals. They were used as sort of battering rams into the armored ACV and Cataphracts, impacting them from all sides even as their Lightsaber resistant shells were pinged by panicked blaster fire. Some were immediately exploded by tank fire, but it took a few shots. The Nydak's came next, their great strength and reach doing what the severe impact of raging Oggdo Boggdo's could not, their great arms allowing them to overturn vehicles even as some got shredded.
But the Nexu. Gods, The Nexu. The Force's perfect lil' bastard.
The ferocious, high speed, furry, wide jawed beasts savaged the soldiers trying desperately to protect the armored units, enchanted to target them specifically with teeth and claws. Attempts to target the Animals were now frustrated by Artillery and rockets, from not just the Model 1's and 2's fast approaching, but by newly rallied Sith soldiers, who they marched in front of to soak up incoming fire, returning it in a seemingly endless rain from their deadly laser cannons.
The Model 2's marched in Centuria like columns toward the forces being savaged by the animal assault, The Models from the Castle still providing Anti-Tank fire.
"KYBERS ARRRREEE FORRREVERRR..." The Model 2 units sang, even as they themselves began go be hit by tank fire. A chunk of the Oggdo Boggdo's we're dead,but the Nydak and Nexu were still going strong, overturning vehicles while deadly Nexu distracted individual units. "THEY'RE ALLLLLLL I NEED TO PLEASE ME. THEY CAAAAANNNN STIMULATE, AND TEASE ME. I CAN SEE EVERY PAARRRRT, NOTHING-HIDES-IN-THE-HEAAAAAARRRT...TO-HURT-MEEEEEEE..."
Kolson Vrask
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Izoshi
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Djonas Val
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Seydou of Thyrsus
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Joren Loft
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Detritus Ren
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