Junction Battle for Sanctuary | EE + Bryn'adûl

[Frank Sterling]

Franks theme song

Location: Inside the City
Objective II: The Battle
Equipment: EE-AWS LAR-1 Configuration with Breeching micro missiles, 12 Combat stim patches, Flak vest
Writing With: Open
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Frank walks among the city streets a lit roll of tabacco rests between his lips as he switches out a empty mag for his AWS for a fresh one only stopping briefly to exhale smoke from his lungs. Keying his checking his communication device noting the baster shot that ripped into it frying the old device and burning the vest underneath. "Im bearly breaking a sweat over here and probably stranded with no coms great." he tiredly sights leaning up against a battle scarred wall while he takes in the battle going on around him.

The situation is rather new to him Being back to do charity work as he veiwed it by aiding EE in the fight that rages on against a unknown enemy. "Honestly i Hope N Nyxeris is having a more interesting time than i am right now." Hearing running heavy boots around the corner Frank sighed taking out a stim patch slapping onto his arm as the stimulants soak threw the skin removing the craving itching feeling while it pumps a controlled dose of combat stim drugs directly to his muscles.

"RIght then lets see what you things got!"

 

[Gal'Zhoren]

Location: Battlegrounds outside the city
Objective 2: The battle
Equipment: Barad Kukri, Barad Kurigasami
Timescale: 26 minutes after the first shot was fired.

The city was a figurative scourge of hellfire. Discharged after-burn clung to the shield surrounding the dead City like an electric fire with blackened smoke billowing all around it.

The shield was still up.

For Gal'Zhoren, this was not the first front line field experience he had been part of - though it may as well have been. After years of training for smaller, more sparse locations, the battle before had an overwhelming sense of granduer.

He did not notice that Kru'kk had passed by to almost collide with the renainder of the Strike team.
"Ort'nem, Valmerk! What in Osam's name is going on here!"
Major, Sir, We are to be taking the city. Orders are to kill on sight but to apprehend the offspring where possible"
Valmerk appeared awkward in his proclamation. As though he had recited his answer multiple times only to still ultimately fail with the delivery. Gal'Zhoren couldn't help but drown them all out as he attempted to Map out a clear scene before him.
To his leftmost side, small groups of Juggernauts were pressing a suicidal forward Assault. Charging through a stream of blaster fire as they did so. Maybe, Gal'Zhoren thought, they could've made it through- if that damned shield just went down.

To his right hand side, warlord Osam himself engaging in a beautiful exchange - not quite a battle, but more.... a dance? The word felt wrong but no other seemed appropriate. He stared for a while as Osam's opponent, some foolish red-haired human female, attempted to land a strike. Was it respect that Gal'Zhoren found himself wishing the warlord would spare her a horrific defeat?
No. He thought again, forcibly shaking himself and his thoughts clear.
She'll die where she stands. No mere human could challenge the Warlord. She would pay dearly for thinking otherwise.

Zhoren!

Immediately alert, Gal'Zhoren turned and ran to re join with the group. Strangely, they were now all wearing the default durasteel alloy Special Operations Armour. Gal'Zhoren began to reach for his Kurigasami when Var'Schmark pushed a bolter rifle to his chest.

What? Gal'Zhoren began.

"Head in the game minor, Major says we gotta join the forward Assault."
Gal'Zhoren knew there was no doubt about the large grin the Baedurin brute wore under his helmet. He didn't blame him.

All right, listen up Zealots!
Kru'kk's voice boomed even through the cacophony of noise surrounding them.
"We weren't expecting this war, but we Bryn'Adul are always ready for it! Now, we don't have the luxury of numbers this time, so you don't have the luxury of sneaking around. Osam wants this abomination ripped to the ground!"
He gestured behind him to the vile construction the humans called a city. Gal'Zhoren snarled at the shield.
It was still up. A mockery to their failire.
Kru'kk continued.
"In the name of the chieftain, we are strong!
In the name of the Titan, we will stand!
In the name of Osam, we will fight!
In the name of the Bryn'Adul, WE. WILL. WIN!"

Gal'Zhoren found himself joining the roars of agreement. One way or another. That damn shield was going down.

 

[Cameron Crownwraithe]

Location: Hǫrgr
Allies: EE ( T Tamar Caldera Ingrid L'lerim N Nyxeris ) │ CIS ( Laertia Io )
Enemies: Bryn'adûl ( Osam Ostak Cl'mana)
Direct Engagement: Ostak Cl'mana

The diminutive speedster followed her mother and her not-girlfriend into the fray, penetrating the ranks of the advancing Bryn'adûl in a supersonic dance of blades, heeding her instincts as her mother had told her to only moments before. The cryonic blade of the Sprinting Frost in her left hand was harnessed to attack the gargantuan Baedurin Juggernauts while the more traditional Jasmine Lightsaber in her right hand was utilized to engage the Vaydralen. She was only a flash of motion to their senses, harnessing her Speed not only to attack, but also to escape and strike again from unwatched angles, punching her cryogenic blade through skulls, slashing heads from bodies, and even kicking enemies, utilizing sheer kinetic force derived from her own momentum to bash in chests and skulls.

Just as she finished off the last soldier in a squad of ten Juggernauts, her saber freezing through the monster’s skull as she did, Cameron found herself separated from Xiphos and the Battalion. Fortunately, nothing seemed to indicate that they had met an unpleasant fate. As such, Cameron pushed on, now finding herself outside the walls, dangerously close to the lines of Ostak Cl'mana.

For a few brief moments, the speedster paused as she watched the massive, black-armored warriors of the Blood Order charge the Rhivacs and Obaliscs. It was a clash of literal giants, which made Cameron feel just how small she was, in spite of her powerful affinity for Speed. Now alone, without her mother by her side, the Zanshi briefly felt the pangs of fear assail her thoughts. She wondered if this was how normal people felt before going to battle, overbearing senses of mortal terror, anxiety, and apprehension, threatening to shatter their will and disrupt their poise. For a moment, Cameron thought she would succumb to the same. Fortunately, her blood yet saved her, that of a bloodthirsty and violent Zanshi Sithspawn, created to kill and destroy.

Monsters? The bigger they were, the harder they’d fall.

The speedster’s pale features took on a hard, focused set as she punched an autoinjector into her neck, in order to restore her reserves of energy.

Then, she disappeared in a boom of disrupted sound, speeding off towards the Shamans of Ostak Cl'mana, intending to slay the biggest monsters on the field.

Spoiler: Loadout

• FAE/A-09 “Hayai” Energized Bodysuit
  • Left Gauntlet
    • Universal Gas Launcher
      • Pink Vapor
    • Vac Attack Mk-127 Disc Launcher
  • Right Gauntlet
    • Wide Beam Sonic Stunner
  • Energy Shield
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Alchemical Talisman(s)
    • Spirit Anchor
  • Neon Overdrive Heels
  • Utility
    • Supernal Infusion
• Jasmine Lightsaber
  • Pink Kyber Crystal
• The Sprinting Frost
• X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol (2)

 

[Osam]

Location: Outside of the City
Equipment: Flesh Vessel | Assault Carbine | Pulverizer Sidearm | M30 Sear Grenades (x2) | Kukri | Quilxyn Shield
Fighting With: Ingrid L'lerim (Closed - but I'll orchestrate a few NPC movements for people to interact with too. )

Everything seemed so plunged into utter chaos. Had the sorceress intended to plunge them into the magma flow, or had it been an accidental result of utilizing the Force against the ground? What was the strategy here that he was missing? She leaped from island to island, gradually becoming visible instead of forcing the hybrid to rely exclusively on sound to detect her presence. Eventually he saw her atop a rocky mass a bit further from his own island, apparently observing him just the same as he was watching her.

She spoke, questioning the fireproof nature of the Draelvasier. Did she mean the suit or his own meager skin. He knew that he had inherited at least a significant portion of the Baedurin resistance to such heat, but that did not mean that he could survive being submerged into the magma flow. If it didn't burn him to death, then it would drown him all the same as any kind of liquid forced over one's nostrils and mouth. He imagined having the wet rock slide down his throat and crisp his internal organs would be an agony reserved only for the most fiendish traitors and Tenebraks.

The Warlord raised his carbine again, grunting out, "Fireproof enough." before squeezing down on the trigger.

Click. Click click.

He hadn't realized he had sprayed so many of his rounds at his opponent. Reloading was vital if he was going to continue to assault, but it would also temporarily leave him exposed. Trained and experienced as he was, it still took a few moments discretion to take hold of a new magazine and load it into his carbine. Glaring ahead and relying primarily upon memory and touch, he began to go about the tedious work - waiting all the while for it to become necessary to ward off some unpredictable assault from his opponent.

"Come to corrupt this place too with your filth?" He barked, hoping to distract her with conversation so that he could finish sliding the magazine into its new place. He hoped that she took the bait... it would make their fight much easier.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

Location: Eastern border of Sanctuary
Supporting: Bryn
Opposing: EE | Open to engaging up to 3 opponents
Units: 2x Zealot Elites (Abvor, Palkomin)
Equipment (Krarolk & co.): Armor | glaives | Draelvasier "bobsled" | Additional Krarolk equipment in signature

Three crouched figures barrelled down the jagged mountains to the east of the great city walls. ​

Inside their novel unpowered steel machine, the trio hunkered down, wind furiously whipping around them from all sides. Krarolk and Palkomin's Aeravalin forms took the edge off the chill for them, and the light thermal barrier Krarolk placed upon Abvor minimized the effects the cold would have on his Baedurin skin. Still, it was far from a balmy ride. Yet the trio's resolve remained steady, with Krarolk in the front turning the vehicle's steering wheel to evade the occasional jagged boulder.

They could not afford to balk now.

Krarolk and his Elite Squad had joined a much larger unit of Zealots along with the occupation force sent into the vast portal the Chieftain had vanished into, following their comrades into an unknown new realm. They had wandered aimlessly for days, with the urban center scouts had discovered just the day before being at least a hundredfold the largest settlement they had yet to find. However, hostiles occupied the well-fortified city, and its natives appeared to actively support them. As such, punitive action was necessary.

While the large vanguard smashed into the southern plateau walls, Krarolk's Zealot Elite squad would infiltrate the eastern defenses, descending down from the high, steep mountains. With the ability of flight mysteriously lost within the new realm, a team of engineers had hastily constructed a vehicle they believed could maximize speed and traction and lifted it up the gentler western slope of the eastern mountains with Skags before leaving them on their own. As the vehicle was the first prototype of its kind, only Krarolk's squad, seen as the most experienced of the Zealots, would be riding it. If they returned alive, more would be produced for their kin for future alpine operations.

Consequently, success was imperative.

Yet without the seemingly unbreakable guiding hand of his late Commander, Krarolk could no longer guarantee such success.

Without the guiding, comforting hands of his Commander, constantly striving for his self-improvement, Krarolk had assumed his own initiative, striving to make both himself and his new squad as capable of warriors as possible. He had faced setback after setback, including surprising confrontations and the seemingly invincible life-absorbing entity that still haunted his curse-dreams. Its form, vaguely Draelvasier, reminded him of the maximum potential of his species, a potential he had yet to fulfill. As Krarolk turned his vehicle towards a nearby ramplike cliff face, he wordlessly made a pact to himself.

The vehicle shot off the cliff and soared into the air, arcing downwards towards the eastern walls of the city.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Leader of the Dawn of Hope
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group​

Location: Inside the City
Objective II.: The Battle
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | The Soulsabers | Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland
Writing With: Osam | Closed

[ Ancient Magic ]
<"High Nelvaanian language"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ ​

In the man's response, a predatory smile reappeared on the woman's lips. Did the man know that most of the Realspace's physical laws in the Netherworld behave differently? This was, among other things, the reason why they both fell prematurely. Ingrid knew the Nether pretty well by now, yet she was still careful if she did something. After all, who knows when what will happen. She stood motionless and watched the man raise his firearm again. Although not visible from the outside, all of her muscles tensed, she was ready to jump. Osam pulled the trigger, but nothing happened.

~ This place was built by the species I created. Netherworld is my home, in this place I'm not the intruder, but you, warlord! ~ she answered in a still cold voice. ~ It is my duty to take care of them and help protect their home! ~

Ingrid saw what the man was doing to manage to swap magazines in the weapon. Although she saw such a weapon only when they were fighting each other, the red-haired woman recognized such a process as a trained soldier, even in the case of an alien weapon. However, she didn't want to wait for the man to shoot again. It’s uncomfortable if in a fight one party doesn’t have a ranged weapon and the scene isn’t particularly suited to melee combat with the other. So it was time to test how fireproof the other is.

She began to concentrate and reached out to the Force and extended her hand forward. Ingrid concentrated her power around the man, then with a telekinetic attack she tried to drag Osam into the lava with a forward pull.

 

[The Battalion]

The Battalion dodged the whipping appendages of the Agrogost that Osam had sent into combat...somewhat at least. She ended up sustaining more damage to her ribs as the spikes grazed her, enraging the Battalion further. But she couldn't see the blur fully.

Hatred made her lash out. It had a life Force, like any creature.

She focused all of her hatred on the creature, tugging, pulling at its life Force to take it into herself, flesh shuddering everywhere as she tried to rip its life away and heal herself. In the distance, she saw Xiphos ripping a screaming Juggernaut in half with her bare hands, then using one half to brutally beat another Juggernaut to death. This made The Battalion lust after her in a way that can't be properly described. Were it not for her Heretical practices, Xiphos would be the perfect Sith Warrior.

It made the Witch sympathize with her. She wasn't sure why.

Xiphos spotted Cameron Crownwraithe speeding off after a chieftain at high speed, and sighed, preparing to teleport to her at a moment's notice even as more Bryn'adul poured into the gap, forcing Xiphos to battle them as well.

But the Agragost was entirely The Battalion's problem as she tried to feast in its life Force...

Osam

 

[Osam]

Location: Outside of the City
Equipment: Flesh Vessel | Assault Carbine | Pulverizer Sidearm | M30 Sear Grenades (x2) | Kukri | Quilxyn Shield
Fighting With: Ingrid L'lerim (Closed - but I'll orchestrate a few NPC movements for people to interact with too. )

She responded to him, seeming to take the bait of conversation as she righteously declared that she was merely a defender of a people who she herself had created and that he was the aggressor. It was true that he and the other members of his kindred had intruded upon this freakish and abominable place, but they had been forced to come here. How else would they uncover what had happened to the Chieftain? How else would he learn what had happened to his friend and ally Galak? How had so many vanished so swiftly?

His attempts at distraction had not proven as fruitful as he had intended. Even as well-trained and capable as he was, it still took a few moments to maneuver the new rounds into the assault carbine, and though he had managed to discard the old magazine and had gotten to the point of replacing it, he was suddenly given something new to focus on.

There was a grip upon his body and suddenly he was dragged forward by an invisible and unnatural force. The Flesh retaliated against the treatment, lashing out at nothing at all as it was afflicted by the unseen grasp. The hybrid watched in terror as he was dragged closer and closer to the edge of the lava platform, doing his best to lock his feet only to find himself thrown to the ground. Jamming the barrel of the carbine against the edge, he managed to halt his headlong slip into the fiery mess for a moment, though he was close enough now that the bubbling magma was beginning to lap at his energy shield - and subsequently cause it to falter.

Swiftly grabbing at his side, he procured one of the Sear Grenades and promptly activated it, hurling it behind himself in a blind throw. He hoped that the sudden burst of fire and ash would be enough to hurt her concentration or force her to move... because if the sorceress kept up her grasp, he had very little recourse against this machination.

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The Agragost hungered and desired to appease its violent tendencies and to gain the satisfaction of its masters, and this kept its momentum going ever onward as it continued to slash and gash and lash at its prey. The creature had been designed to be almost entirely silent, and so even in this state of active combat the thing made almost no sound - no heavy breathing from its chest, no rapturous and animalistic grumble when it landed a blow... nothing of the sort.

Until, of course, its prey did something unexpected by the animal. It felt as its own life force was grasped as if though it were a tangible thread that could be tugged upon. The blood which flowed through the entity's veins began to abate and stiffen as whatever energy empowers life was stolen away from it. There was a sharp intake of breath from the abomination as the agony set in, and it took on a more desperate attack - a strike here or there in an attempt at sending its prey flying away.

Fear filled the beast's mind, though primal and simplistic in its thought. The Agragost thought that it was being attacked in a way it could not defeat, and so its natural response was to spin suddenly and attempt to flee, unwilling to subject itself further to the sapping of its life. Though there was no wound upon its hide, it had the sensation of having been mortally touched.

Predator became prey.

( The Battalion - Agragost is gonna run now. Feel free to off it if you'd like. )[/hr]

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Leader of the Dawn of Hope
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group​

Location: Inside the City
Objective II.: The Battle
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | The Soulsabers | Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland
Writing With: Osam | Closed

[ Ancient Magic ]
<"High Nelvaanian language"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ ​

She was only a few moments away from finding out how fire and lava resistant Osam was in that new armour when the man threw a grenade in her direction. Ingrid didn't know how long the grenade had been set, so she didn't want to risk it possibly exploding in the air, not that far away from her.

The "wind" of the blast could have pushed her into the lava, or if the grenade was just exploding, the rock on which the woman was standing could collapse. Neither was a very good option. So because of this, Osam was lucky at the moment, because the woman had stopped concentrating, so no effect was trying to pull him into the lava anymore.

And Ingrid was forced to jump to another island, in the lava. The grenade thus exploded behind her back and the explosion destroyed much of the rock that collapsed into the lava after that. The “wind” of the explosion pushed her so she couldn’t arrive on the next island normally, but only on her knees. She had to stop herself from falling into the lava as well.

She looked around, hadn't seen anyone here in the area below, and she had to get a ranged weapon from somewhere, or she could hope she didn't make a mistake until her opponent ran out of ammunition…

 

[The Battalion]

The Battalion smirked as she watched the blur, ever silent, ever slashing, attempt to flee as she drained its life, blocking a few desperate strikes from it.

The Witch, smelling blood, pursued it relentlessly, dodging attacks from other Juggernauts and a few drones, cutting away at them in retaliation as mercilessly as Xiphos did, though where Xiphos was straight forward, killing her opponents in a brutal manner the absolute moment they made a mistake against her, The Battalion spared a second or so to gloat and toy with the enraged Lobsters before beheading them, though she sustained minor wounds and it slowed her pursuit of the fleeing blur, though she had tasted it's essence and could feel it now and she pursued it, determined to make it feel absolute pain as it died. She ran through the strange city in the realm of Oblivion...

...and almost stopped as she spotted Elaine Tear's students, murdered by her hand, staring at her as she ran past them.

Sudden disquiet she couldn't explain at seeing them again caused her to miss how it had turned around, deciding to fight as it's escape route was cut off by a falling building.

The Battalion snarled as one of its claws tore open her face as it slashed and swiped at her. Momentarily blinded in one eye, white blood and muscles hanging from one side of her face, she was momentarily forced back on the defensive against the blur, but her rage quickly began taking hold, allowing her to power parry it's vicious swipes and slashes.

She feinted left, ducking under a swipe she sensed and lunged, striking it's belly.

The creature tumbled back as she struck it again, not fatally, but instead to draw out its death. She would teach the impudent beast despair and terror as it's final sensations as it went to the blackness.

She severed it's tale, scarring it's face, refusing to kill it with her blade. She instead concentrated, tearing out the last of it's life essence painfully as she could, and slowly as it silently flailed about in Going as it's soul was devoured.

With this foul, cruel method of death, The Battalion healed up completely, and gained the honor of being the first person to kill the first Agrogost ever deployed. It's blur effect faded as it mummified, finally giving her a look at what it had been.

The Battalion dipped her finger in some of the Barracas Oil it had dripped on the ground as it fought. She took a sample, putting it on her small utility belt, then started heading back to help Xiphos, stopping as Elaine's slain students appeared before her again.

The Battalion smirked, folding her arms.

"Well look what the cat dragged in..." she said in a silken manner. "So what have you been doing with yourselves. I trust you've found the afterlife to be a sufficiently interesting experience."

They said nothing back. They only stared.

The Battalion's smile fell a bit at the corners.

"It really was nothing personal, mind you. But Lady Phyre had to prevent any chance of Elaine coming back to life within me, so down you went. If it had been up to me, I'd have bothered to at least turn the most promising amongst you. I always considered torturing and killing all of you to be a bit of a waste."

No response. After a moment, The Battalion sighed.

"We're still at silent treatment phase, huh? Fine." The Battalion said, huffing as she walked past Elaine's dead students.

"I wouldn't worry, you know!" The Witch called out to them without looking. "Something will get me one of these days. We'll hash it all out then..."

The Battalion's light red blade went active again as she sprinted back into the thick of combat, running from the intense, unpleasant sensation she felt at seeing Elaine's students again...

Osam

Ingrid L'lerim