Invasion &nbsp; BLOOD GULCH | Bryn&#039;adûl Invasion of SJC held Chalacta, Alee, Sarka &amp; Roche

Hrajlmak'Natok |

Osam |
Enemies:

Ala Quin |

Caltin Vanagor |

Romi Jade
Axe | Gauntlet | Armour |
Mount: Dreddikkast

It seemed the Humans; namely the Silver Jedi, had remembered too. As the crown of the Burrower nearly became imperceptible from the surface, a harsh bombardment that shook everything around them. Tathra watched as the integrity of the earth around them drastically lowered as dozens of new energy signatures burrowed through the surface toward them. The orbital bombardment above destroying the hollow ground above them as massive chunks of dirt and rock came crashing down onto the Burrower, rocking it violently as Tathra tightened his grip - standing firm as the Bryn'adul inside were thrown against their work stations.

"Commander, assessment?"

The call of the Titan fell on deaf ears as the Commander leaned over the console, still recovering from the momentary jaunt through the air as the Burrower was thrown about the tunnel of its own making; its powerful drill still chewing through the earth around it, tipped on its side as the orbital bombardments punishment saw the tunnel they had made suddenly turned into a underground cavern as loose rock crumbled, explosive blasts slipping through the crack in the surface left by the ship and creature more and more space as the Burrower tipped further right.

"Commander!" Tathra barked.

Artificer Commander Jorak shook himself alive, turning to Tathra as the Mind stone whispered to him; the ship and Errindak speaking through the Mind Stones. Tathra looked above, the sound of clamps followed by sparks falling at their feet from above the narrow end of the vessel. Tathra moved out from under the sparks, observing. It must've been something sent during the orbital bombardment.

"Hull integrity at eighty-seven percent. Communications are down for the moment. We were almost entirely underground when the orbital strike hit. The falling debris did more damage, Sire."

The Burrowers were incredibly tough ships, though they had been lucky to traversed underground so soon. But it seemed they were about to have visitors, though some of the droids were rendered inert as they lathered themselves in the radesh oil, trying to cut their way in as the electronically disruptive fluid would disable legs and equipment, many falling off whilst others were crushed as more and more debris fell. Yet some had made it on to the hull, and they were cutting it.

"Weapons ready, we have borders!"

Tathra took the Axe from his back, its head bleeding red vapour - slowly filling up the upper control platform. Most of the available grew were Artificers and engineers, their warriors were on Gunboats. It was his responsibility as Chieftain, as their father to light the path forward. If they stopped to fend off boarders now, they could get crushed by further massive chunks of debris shaken loose by orbital bombardment. One of the droids broke through, dropping down between Tathra and the Artificers.

"Commander, get us moving again. NOW!" Angry, brutalist.

It was taller than a human, but not so much that it mattered. The hulking slow thing did not act with haste to recover from its hunched drop. Tathra's Axe spun out like a weightless stick from his dominant hand, aiming for its left arm, slicing it at the wrist as the large cannon fell to the floor. His right hand, gauntleted grasped onto its head - pulling its robotic body to the side and down as he pivoted - cutting the droid's upper torso in half as it collapsed on the command deck floor. The drill started again, shaking the Burrower as it started to chart a new course to the Capitol. He looked to the hole above them, where another of these hulking battle droids stood. It fired its cannon right at his face. Tathra raised a clenched fist, the black gauntlet of his right hand glowing lightly as the explosion curtailed into a whirlpool as Tathra's arm tensed. The gauntlet obsessed the entire blast as Tathra retaliated with the swing of his Axe; a wave of red energy blasting through the hole and slicing the droid into pieces.

He had to light the path.

Tathra leapt through the air, loose metal around the breach bending outward as he passed through it; landing on the exterior of the Burrower. All around him, shadows and rocks crashing down as they tunnelled impossibly deep. It was what he imagined controlling a Servitor to be like, raw nature the mammal wasn't supposed to see completely bare. More of the same battle droids dotted the rapidly decreasing available space on the exterior of the hull. The ground screamed beneath his feet, weakened metal nearly bending as rocks the size of a child crashed down around them - Tathra staggered down the exterior to keep his balance as he slashed with a two handed strike across the droids chest, its body spinning down the curvature into the deep expanding black. Another pressed at him, sprinting upwards as a rock slammed into its side throwing it off as well. More came, slashed in half as he absorbed their cannon fire with his gauntlet.

A third struck from behind firing its cannon, the blast streaking flames off of his back as he turned thrusting his gauntlet through its side, ripping out its guts of wires and metal, side stepping as his left arm rose and came down slashing its head clean off. A handful more came, vibro-cuttings cutting into his arms as he dismantled them one after the other all the while dodging the rocks as they came down from above. Light shun from above as a massive chunk of earth a few hundred feet above broke free from the surface - falling down toward them. Tathra froze on the spot, enough time for dozens of droids to open fire with their cannons on his stagnant position. Tathra closed his fist, red florescent tendrils mimicking veins shooting up the side of his arm as the combined cannon fire was drawn in - pain shooting through as he cried out. Gauntlet near glowing.

Tathra darted left to right, bounding up toward the top the vessel - cutting through the battle droids with little effort as the giant chunk of earth barreled down toward them. The Titan shot his fist upward, roaring with such force that it echoed through the immense cavern as he experienced the sensation of burning flesh. His arm, paying the price. Silence followed as a red beam with a heart of pure white extended between the ship and the chunk of earth. The beam shot into the centre as it descended like a meteor, like shunning through its cracks as it exploded into dozens of smaller parts. The ground nearly gone beneath his feet, Axe clamped to his back as he sprinted; dropping into a slide as he pulled himself back into the hole as the exterior was consumed by earth. Tathra dropped down back onto the command platform, black scorch marks half way up his right bicep.

Ostak Cl'mana · Mar 12, 2021

BLOOD GULCH

POST: I
OBJECTIVE: ~~BABYSIT DREK'MA~~ AGRAPHOBIA (II)
LOCATION: BURROWER, PLANETARY SHIELD EXTERIOR
DRAEL ALLIES ON OBJECTIVE:

Primarch Drek'ma (in close proximity) |

Osam
HOSTILES: SJC | Open to engaging up to 3 Jedi opponents
EQUIPMENT: Traditional Shaman robes

Deep within the vast drilling beast, Ostak deliberated.

The past few weeks had shaken the senior Shaman-Overseer, providing him with scenarios he never could have imagined. From the last gasps of rebellion in his own system of administration to his near-death at the hands of members of a group that he saw as little more than corrupted mongrels, the ageless wisdom that Ostak had so confidently possessed had continuously been disproven. If Kesh could still rebel even while under his oversight, what did it say about his ability to supress heresies on the planet? If those he saw as irreversibly inferior were able to grievously wound him, then what did it say about his abilities as a role model for the Tachael-Vemnak inquisition? The desire for the Shaman-Overseer to prove his worth was immense, and it was his great desire that this invasion would renew his previous youthful spirit even as he approached the middle of his lifespan.

A presence drew him out of his thoughts, a presence whose power almost immediately wrapped itself around his senses.

Primarch Drek'ma said:
"Master Ostak, it is good to have you here. These other Shamans, I may have had to strain myself having to rely on the-"

The Primarch, his immediate superior within their personal operation, approached him with an introduction, his characteristic staff and the story of its transfer into Drek'ma's hands deeply symbolic of the commitment he undertook in his role. Yet while Ostak did admit that the other Shamen along with them were junior partners as the Primarch had so bluntly stated, a bit of concern remained that the old Primarch may be becoming complacent and vulnerable to being usurped. Just as he was about to say so, the ground rushed up from under him, Ostak barely bending his knees down fast enough to avoid tipping over. Still, the shock of the sudden stop left him disoriented for a brief moment.

Shaking his head and recovering his thoughts, Ostak moved to observe the situation. As he saw through the Primarch's screens, many of the Burrowers had failed to penetrate the planetary shields due to a fault in the application of oil. He could feel the Primarch's frustration building, and quickly rushed to become the reasonable voice as to avoid any rash decisions after such a startling setback.

"Primarch, I would recommend having a skeleton crew re-apply oil to the Burrower if possible." stated Ostak. "In the meantime, the majority of our group and the beasts should search for alternate entryways. This is an old planet, and erosion and manmade activity alike should have made many trails that our Shamen and beasts can safely travel through. Of course, this is merely a recommendation. If you have any alternate proposals, I will gladly enforce them."

Laertia Io · Mar 12, 2021

Objective: Coagulation

"Laertia!" shouted one of the Black Knight's sons as the Burrower of

Tathra Khaeus pierced the shield "They're almost through!" This was starting to get really bad. Laertia, Syd, The Serpents of Ashla, and The Nuetralizers pressed brutally through the slog of the Quadrant, The Black Knight viciously tearing through Draelvasir with the Sword of Cinndurr, the blazing orange, dual vented blade searing through their armor after one or two shots, Syd belching intense, destructive red flames that ate through even heat resistant flesh, The skeletal Nuetralizers showing no mercy with their Ion Disruptors, causing horrific agony to the enemy as their bolts broke down their bodies. Nuetralizers engaged Juggernauts with Cryonic Lasers to the face, some being torturously pulled apart in front of others by gangs of Nuetralizers pulling in every direction, the Murderous droids then using the limbs as make shift weapons to kill more Bryn'adul, especially the smaller ones. The Nuetralizers where all over the city, they were preparing for engaging the forces of everyone from

Keldothera to

Hrajlmak'Natok with vicious, cold brutality, using every weapon on their Chassis. But they had yet to encounter those enemies

Laertia turned to Syd, calling down terrible flame curses upon the ground that acted as incendiary mines, detonating as Bryn'adul stepped on them, dodging their attacks and sending fire rushing into their orifices.

"Syd! Defend the generator! I sense their Leader!" Laertia called out.

Syd nodded, knowing there was no time to argue, caressing each others mind briefly before storming off in the burrowers direction, defending Antaran Rangers reluctantly linking up with the Nuetralizers to rain artillery barrages on the gunboats, rockets and mortars on the vast ground forces, Laertia and the retinue of Light Side Sith, a combination of War and Stealth Knights , marched ahead of the silvery, skeletal army she called her children, crushing the opposition with a ruthless, single minded hunger to destroy, while Syd and her own platoons of Nuetralizers went to defend the shield Generator from

Galak , The Pyrokinetic Sorceress casting a Spell upon the Generator when she reached it, hardening its resistance to damage to very high levels, even as defenders shot her suspicious looks along with her Nuetralizers, who immediately reinforced their positions around the generator with chain guns, rocket launchers, and mortars, immediately firing and trying to kill whatever looked like it was Bryn'adul.

The Nuetralizers fired Concussion Rifles, rockets, and cryo grenade rounds at the War Beast, while Laertia began coordinating with her skeletal sons for when Tathra would show himself

"FOR THE FUTURE!" Laertia shouted, bent on killing him as soon as she spotted him as she began killing her way towards him, her silvery, ornate looking yet highly advanced power armor the last thing many Draelvasir saw before being beheaded, 007 Juggernauts viciously down by her as they tried to fight her, only to have her fist punch through the head of some of them. If he fell, it would be a beyond severe morale blow. No mercy would be shown, and she would make his death as painfully messy as possible if she could manage it.

No way the Black Knight wasn't going to try and cut him a new one before the day was out.

Meanwhile...

Nuetralizers directed by their Golden Prototype many tunnels away approached the giant Machine Ostak Cl'mana was commanding from, using a combination of installed stealth field generators, and sound dampeners in their legs.

They carried with them many, many det charges, and at the cavity they had gone through where the burrower had been stopped cold, the invisible skeletons, planted them all on one spot, specially enhanced with Baridium.

Then, getting a safe distance, they detonated the charges to see the effects. Could all those explosives do damage to this sort of machine in a concentrated spot?

Val Drutin · Mar 12, 2021

Objective: Agraphobia
Location: City outskirts
Gear: Armor | Lightsaber
Accompanied by: Alyosha Drutin
Alyosha's Gear: Armor | Lightspear | Rifle
Tags:

Hrajlmak'Natok (engaging)

“I didn’t know Laertia had gotten busy,” Alyosha remarked with a smile.

“I think she’s a droid,” Val said.

“I know that. I was making this thing called a ‘joke’. Or in this case, a ‘quip’.”

“Sounds dumb.”

"You're dumb." Alyosha went on smiling at Lyssa. “Normally I would go all the way on the hardest possible difficulty, but I’m feeling lazy today, so I’ll go with level 7.”

The whistle of a dropping Burrower sliced through the air not far from their position. “We go in tunnels now,” Val said, pushing the speeder bike toward the nearest entrance.

“You’re welcome to join us!” Alyosha called back to Lyssa just before the bike disappeared underground.

It wasn’t long before they encountered the monsters. Alyosha popped off rounds with his rifle as they moved, firing over his brother’s shoulder, then gored them as he passed with his lightspear. “Revolting bastards,” he muttered as he gutted a Savage Drone.

Val slammed the bike through the horde, cutting a path through their ranks, but eventually they had to stop, overwhelmed by their sheer numbers. He killed the engine and grinned at Alyosha. “Bathroom break.”

Alyosha raised his eyebrows and blinked, but shrugged, reloading his rifle and firing into the crowd. Val removed his lightsaber and sliced into the Drones at the other end of the tunnel.

Mathieu Brion · Mar 12, 2021

Osam

It was almost eerie to hear how calm and peaceful everything was. Mathieu along with the troops near him had been stationed by a remote exit to the surface - all fully capable of hearing the cheerful tunes the jungle birds produced and the serene sound of water falling from one point to another by the rock formation right behind the treeline along with the occasional critter dashing between the crowns up high. But instead of enjoying the environment, many had their gaze fixed at the massive Bryn ship barreling down towards the surface

Mathieu thanked his lucky stars as he directed a few evacuees towards the shuttle pad a bit to the north, even further from the capital than the point they guarded. It was supposed to be a spot which was less likely to see combat - something which he was rather happy with considering the traumatic experience since the last time he faced the Bryn on a large scale battle. Nar Kreeta had managed to leave some deep impressions indeed. But, few of the mental wounds still lingered and if their foes came, the Padawan would be ready.

Keeping watch over an exit far removed from where the main battle was expected, the Concord forces had spread out across the area, mainly outside. From there, they could keep an eye on the many paths which bonded together and lead up onto the road to the landing pad. The grey rock which the tunnel primarily consisted of could be found throughout the jungle and its heavy vegetation. Aside from the road that lead up north and one which was southbound towards the capital, much of the surface area was hard to navigate, even on foot.

Many of the nearby troops had seen combat with the Bryn before. Still, the less experienced ones had a hard time hiding their nervousness. But even then, they all seemed to be highly motivated as they primarily hailed from the Kastolar sector and its nearby worlds. Overcoming fear was not always easy, but things still seemed to be running smooth. The point guards kept careful watch down the tunnels and those behind divided themselves between staying at high alert and helping the evacuees. Mathieu was among those who held a relatively advanced position, figuring that he better be at the front lines in case any Bryn came charging up to take their position.

Auteme · Mar 12, 2021

Objectives somethingorother |

Kaleleon

Galak | Nearby Brynfolk and Jedi | Written with the help of the fantastic

Jend-Ro Quill

She’d been fiddling with the Perspective Stone so long, she was pretty sure Jend-Ro was just looking in at the other end and feeling her nervousness.

Deep breath. Clear mind.

The low rattling of a ship entering the atmosphere. Her, sitting in the passenger area, surrounded by Alliance personnel.

Jend-Ro. Hi. I’m- at Sarka. Bryn buckled Concord border and made their way in; Alliance assisting with evacuation. I’m going to try something with my weaving. I need your strength.

I’m worried. Very worried.

If you're worried I am too, came the immediate response. The Concord never took the Drael seriously enough. I'll send you what I can.

They'd both learned strange things about the Force in recent years, from far outside the Jedi lexicon. From the Golden Sun of Sedri, Quill had gained the ability to give his strength to trusted associates regardless of distance. Now the Force flooded Auteme, as much as she could handle and possibly more - and that itself was a measure of trust just as significant as giving her his strength in the first place. A tacit signal, if she needed it, that their argument at Jakku was water under the bridge. He sent her enough power that, without words, he was calling the young Jedi a Master.

The gleam, often imperceptible, shimmered into existence around her; a corona of light and protection. Her capacity for harnessing the Force had come far past that young padawan on Peace. The power flooding in filled her with warmth. She’d never wielded so much of it -- and yet, she always had. The Force was a weave; pulling even one thread still moved its entirety.

Thank you, she replied. She didn’t miss the signs; she left everything else unsaid. With her strength gathered, she set out into the city.

“Ah, hardly that fancy,” she said, glancing up at the shimmering shield. At the edge of her senses she could feel the march of the Bryn’adûl, as well as the fear of the citizens of Sarka. Nearby, Alliance support personnel and soldiers ferried the civilians they could find towards the tunnel’s entrance. “When the call went out, it’s not like I could stay put.”

She’d arrived as soon as she could, alongside whoever the Alliance was willing to spare. Under such short notice it was a paltry force. She certainly didn’t lead it -- as a Jedi and representative, she was hardly part of the military’s chain of command.

“I don’t know, but we shouldn’t leave the evacuation to the last second.” Obviously. A wave of worry washed over her. In her mind the threads seemed to bend, tightening around the city, as though ready to swallow it whole.

“I, uh- I have an idea. I mean- I don’t know if I can do it, but it’s worth a shot,” she said. She waved her hand in the air, the Light still tracing her form. The power she had had become undeniable. “I don’t know many other people here, and I couldn’t ask them to help me, but- I’m asking you. Will you follow me, Kaleleon?”

Galak · Mar 12, 2021

BLOOD GULCH

Objective: Coagulation
Location: Southwest Quadrant
Bryn'Bois:

Osam |

Keldothera |

Hrajlmak'Natok |

Kad |

Sethrak |

Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Ostak Cl'mana | Krarolk T'manu | Ursa Antar |

Sylok'Vanari |
Adversary:

Auteme |

Syd Celsius |
Equipment: Triad | Armour | Shredder | Bryn Shot |

Galak was steady, waiting for the Burrower to come to a halt as it passed through the shield and down into the city - crumbling a building as they came to the thundering stop. But instead his ears were met with the words of the Primarch, some of their Burrower's oils had been rubbed dry by the digging. The Warlord felt his heart thumping in his chest, that anxiety quelled by the battle dance was picking up again.

But he knew his faith, his devotion in their cause would see him through. Galak steadied himself, taking an active count of all the Burrowers had passed through the barrier. A little less than half, that would put them on the back-foot for now. But it was nothing they couldn't handle.

"Drek'ma, regardless of where you ARE. I need your beasts on this battlefield. Now!"

The next piece of news was even worse, privately delivered over his Mind Stone by Keldothera. She'd nearly seen Tathra's burrower destroyed by orbital fire. Galak hid inside his armour, was this Yurb again? He shook the thought from his mind. It couldn't be, no. Uneasy eyes shifted round the Gunboat as the deployment bays opened. He couldn't lose more Warriors like he had at Nar Kreeta, not like Pavium again. Shaking hands turned to fists as he swallowed his own doubts, he had to be strong. For the Bryn, for his kin.

"Say nothing General! Fight on, fight hard. We are his will, Kelda."

Their devotion would see them through. If they even thought that the Chieftain was fighting somewhere on this battlefield, they'd fight twice as hard. He knew that. The claxons blared red - pulsing at the rate of the Drael heart, it was time for launch. The Warlord felt as though he had been jugglimg so much that he never had time to mentally prepare himself. It wasn't important, his only focus now was the Generator; and keeping his Warriors alive.

The Gunboats shot out from the interior of the Burrower into a blaze of defensive fire, so much that he saw six Gunboats shot down in seconds as they pushed to land. Gunboat deployments were always dangerous, landing almost on top of your enemy. Ra'mak War Beasts flew overhead, providing some minimal air support as a flood of some thousands of Drones came out of the infantry bay to meet a force of droids, rangers, concordian military, jedi and native military alike. Galak's one good eye shot around the interior of the Gunboat as it darted through the sky - filling with blots of black smoke and fire. That eye settled on the Juggernaut in the adjacent seat to him, Galak nodded to him.

The Gunboat rocked as its left side disappeared, that Warrior he had just been staring at gone in an instant as the boat spiralled down into a crash.

Gir Quee · Mar 12, 2021

Sarkan Defense Force Command Center, Southeast Quadrant, Salyrini, Sarka

"The vast hordes come," commented Tissh'ar.

"As do ours," replied Elder Vil, "As do ours. A clash of the titans. It is only my hope that this city doesn't become a tomb for all of us."

A vast alien warship plunged into the city, releasing hordes of fighters and gunboats. Some of the Bryn'adul vessels immediately began to strafe towards the civilians attempting to flee to the evacuation tunnels. The response was quick - Almost immediately, the native Sarkan defenders, Silver Concord Defense forces, Galactic Alliance forces, and other allies. Networked Capricorn Railguns hidden throughout the city raised up carefully calibrated flak walls to engulf the Phredrak hordes. A handful of Avril Cresh-class Aerial Missiles Cruisers began to pump out hundreds of tiny homing Coldbolt and Starbolt missiles to further and more precisely thin out the Bryn'adul aerial horde. Avril Besh-class Aerial Transports and pair of Avril Aurek-class Aerial Cruisers from a Mechanized Aerial Battalion approached to attack the Burrower. As they did so, the power armored infantry within the aerial warships prepared to board the enemy transport or descend to the ground to engage the Bryn'adul warriors. Thousands of tiny exhausts appeared in the air and sped towards the incoming horde as individual skytroopers jetted to engage the interlopers.

Underground, the burrowers would hadn't passed through the shield yet would encounter the "the Diggers" as they homed in on the incoming tunnels. Hundreds of Clodhopper-class Subterranean Crawlers waited for their prey, waiting for just the right moment to advanced and unleash their exceptional firepower against any of the intruders. Some of the more daring squad leaders deployed their infantry directly behind the crawlers, ready to engage any small threats that might otherwise avoid the firepower of their home vehicle. Further behind these mixed elements waited Sarlacc-class Special Purpose Vehicles and Kybuck-class Chemical Response Vehicles. The Kybucks began to convert the local atmosphere and some of the excavated dirt into airborne cryoban, supercooling the areas around them to the point of inhospitality for most organic life.

Elder Vil stroked his chin as he contemplated just exactly the Concord's strategy. The Silver Jedi say that they have learned from their past experiences with the Bryn'adul, but have they? I hope this plan of their works...it will work, will it not? The admiral said it should....A voice drew him out of thoughts as a human with salt and pepper hair entered the room accompanied by a pair of local Sarkan police.

"Elder, we have caught this man distributing Cryoban weapons to the refugees in the Northwestern quadrant."

"That is a serious offense, especially among a cold-blooded people such as ourselves."

The man offered a slow but all too easy smile, "I think we are getting off on the wrong foot. My name is Dav Hannser. Admiral Quee sent me to help gather some extra fighters to help defend your great city."

"Did he now outsider?"

The older man briefly hesitated before producing a datapad, "Yes he did. Here, I will even show you..."

Vil took it and began to read. This doesn't seem right at all...

*****

Location: the Emerald Undertow, Task Force Undertow, atmosphere of Sarka near Salyrini City
Objective One: The Siege of Salyrini
Allies: SJO and allies
Enemies: engaging

Tathra Khaeus

Ariela cleared her throat, "Some of the droids have made contact with enemies inside the Bryn'adul warship. Look at this."

The man grabbed the datapad from his aide and watched as an extremely strong individual clad in heavy plate armor swiftly brought down an axe to cleave a Cottonmouth Battledroid in two. The feed went dead. Gir blinked.

"I think that was their great chieftain, Tathra," murmured the man, "it matches most of the holos that we've seen of him. We need him to be removed from this equation, if at all possible."

"I would agree," said the HRD, "So what now?"

"We have good maps into the burrower now from this attack? The droids transmitted them, right?"

She nodded, "Along with the videofeed from many of them. But it's not much use now, the burrower is advancing deeper into the earth."

He peered at the live holo where the burrower was and compared it to a sensor readout, "But still pursuable. Tyms, I need selective fire from our turbolasers to excavate the burrower's path for pursuit by our ground forces. Let's take what remains of this wretched piece of hull from the Bryn themselves. Have the Midnight Darkest land in that field over there and prepare to land troops."

"It will take approximately four hours for the last of the troops to disembark from the carrier via the ramps."

"Too long," agreed the blonde man, "dispatch two regiments of our airborne troops to enter the tunnel and then into hull itself then. We'll back with gunships. I wonder...I wonder if she is here."

"Who?"

"Lieutenant Obys, see if you can get me

Romi Jade on a line somewhere."

"Yes sir."

Brilliant emerald green turbolaser fire began to lance out from across the battlecruiser's hull to converge on where the burrower once was. Dirt flew up into the air in a fine mist and wallowing streams of sooty smoke began to rise up from the newly excavated tunnel, with bolts steadily creeping towards the burrower as the Bryn craft continued its dig towards Salyrini. A few minutes later, thousands of silvery shapes jetted out of the Emerald Undertow. Most gracefully jetted and glided down to the tunnel. Among them, heavier Firedrake-class Gunships armed with cryoban projectors and flamethrowers hovered near the edges of the entrance, ready to rush in extra firepower if needed. Out of this hovering flock, dozens of meteor-like objects abruptly jumped out of the Concord warship before plunging into the hole and crevices within the newly created tunnel itself. The ovoid objects abruptly break apart, revealing their true form as Veles autoturrets. The weapons immediately began to form an automated firing network to control the entrance to the tunnel or beat back any Bryn'adul that might come back to challenge them. Under this cover, the Admiral's Fist and the Silver Talons jetted to seep through into the tunnel and clung to its edges in pursuit of the Tathra and his burrower. Carefully aimed turbolaser bolts continued to fly through the tunnel before disintegrating and vitrifying the dirt around them. If they were lucky, they'd be able to soon catch up to the burrower and board it from entryways made previously by their probing droid attack.

Sylok'Vanari · Mar 13, 2021

Jyoti Nooran | TBD

It had come to this very moment, again.

A constant dignified idea that still lived on through misguided masters of the Jedi. Yet, they sat laggardly atop their cathedra and hid beneath their soil. For centuries they claimed to be the better half of a warring faction of useless ideologies. In their effort to live up to such expectation, they became blind to the real benevolence of a kind act. It had become more apparent that the Jedi weren't protectors at all. They were false guardians to the people. They were in short, a form of vigilantes; each one seeking another accommodation for the sake of the greater good.

How pathetic...

It chewed at the center of everything they were, like a pit of indecision. It was a true identity crisis that seeped through the core foundations of what the Jedi were and should be. Even so, their pillars remained. The temples that built them still remained. The system that allowed them to walk freely after war crimes...remained. They had sold the notion of being heroes when no one asked for any. They were a dim light, corrupted by what they were now, than what they once were. They were different, they were weak.

All of these things could have been an excuse for the galaxy to conjure a stronger, more effective solution to these diseased beings. Where weakness had grown, so did pure raw strength. The cosmos had declared in one unified voice that the Jedi could not remain. This very amalgamation of uncontrollable fate came in the form of The Bryn'adul. They were pure in everything that they were. A dose of reality for the coming storm that was about to descend upon the planet of Sarka. A harsh reminder that the universe would correct the mistakes of the past.

Today the Jedi were just that, the past. The Bryn'adul were the future.

Shards of pitch black obsidian cut through the skies in a burning fervor. Each one growing an ever crimson warning at the head of each craft. Fortunately for The Bryn'adul, no one would see the bright shimmer descending violently into the atmosphere. Instead, it would be the grinding clash of the sudden impact of each Burrower that would be the real warning for the subterranean city of Salyrini. It wouldn't matter, it never did, especially when The Bryn'adul arrived. No plans could prepare for an assault led by devout followers of a true cause. The truth of this resided inside hundreds of massive black anvils crashing into the desolate earth. The sounds of a churning drill activating on impact, only to awaken what hid inside.

Draelvasier.

The shrieking crunch and chafing of the massive craft shook tumultuously as each warrior looked onto to the other. Juggernaut Minors and Heavies grunted, a form of acceptance of the hell that they would soon be part of. Crackles of what seemed like thunder came over them all, a signal that the force field hadn't stopped their progress into the southeast quadrant of the city. The rattle phased a few sparking organic lights to pop on and a tall Drael stood among them. Two other in tow as they glared back at the Juggernauts with them. Words couldn't find them in any better of a circumstance. So, Sylok refrained, his clouds of grey eyes dimming before he sighed. He never enjoyed the unpleasant descent, but it could always be worse; so he thought.

Then it came in waves, first the final impact. It sent vibrations through every aspect of the gunboats, even through the body of each titan-like Drael. For Sylok, a blanket of comfort came over him, they had made it. Seconds later, the latch was pressed and the burrower opened, each small gunboat spraying out like wasps. A resounding sound of roars lifted into the vicinity, like a war trumpet on the fritz. Each warrior had their own role to play, but in one unified war-cry, their devotion was heard for miles. Sylok remained silent, units pouring out from behind him. Each gunboat harboring his own creations, Ik'Straktors. A mixture of Juggernauts charged forward too. A grin reach Sylok's face, screams creating a symphony he hadn't heard in months.

Fear..

The Life Weaver dug his feet deeper into the ground, two other Ashaka Battlemasters at his side. They would snuff out the false light the Jedi continued to stain with their tainted existence. Here and now, they would put them to sleep; eternally.

"Vedkar, we've got contact up ahead, watch our flank!" Yek Trell shouted, spit slipping out from the effort.
"Hang on, I'm getting feedback. They've-"

A crashing wave of energy rippled through the wave of assailants, Juggernauts and Ik'straktors alike flung from the ground in an effort to stop the The Bryn'adul's slaughter. Another plume of energy struck north of the tall buildings nearby, stone and metal crashing down into the fray. Vedkar jumped, barely escaping a certain death. Plumes of dust and smoke engulfed them, before Sylok could feel the tugging gnaw of the force. Quickly, he ascertained the source. A small thread of vibrant blue faintly rushed into view. Sylok finished Vedkar's words, a deep hate boiling within him. Images of Nar Kreeta imprinted on his memory.

"So, we meet again Jedi!!" Sylok's voice heightened through sheer disgust.

It had come to this very moment, again...

Udomek Seker · Mar 13, 2021

BLOOD GULCH

OBJECTIVE: COAGULATION
LOCATION: Burrower
EQUIPMENT: Verikast Juggernaut Platform 12A | Assault Carbine | Glaive
ALLIES:

Galak | Ostak Cl'mana | Krarolk T'manu |

Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir |

Keldothera |

Kad | Ursa Antar |

Sylok'Vanari |

Sethrak |

Primarch Drek'ma
ENEMIES: SJC | Caedyn Arenais and his Squad | Open

Nerves at their peak ready and itching for a fight, then the look of your comrade as he turns and smiles at you. A smirk rose on Udomek face as well as the deployment hatches began to crack and creak open. The young Juggernauts hungry as the hatch finally dropped and that adrenaline popped. Then came the initial charge into the air of the city hitting the nose and tongue. It tasted of ionized blaster fire and smell of laser burn. The sounds blaster fire and bombs began to drop all around them as the squad charged out of the burrower, the battle had hit them head on exactly as they had expected it too.

Udomek in the charge had pulled his Assault Carbine gripping it in his right hand. He and his fellow Juggernauts had pulled there carbines as well. They had no time to really look about as the battle had erupted all around them already. They began opening fire on the rail guns around them. A team of juggernauts to the left of Udomek’s crew got taken out by some of the bombs and missiles raining down from above. That had entered hell a hell they had been training for all their short lives, for most of them.

“Where are the tiny people?” He grumbled to one of his squad mates. All he saw was their concrete buildings and bunkers along with automated guns. Also there flying ships in the sky, hiding in there buildings and behind there tech like cowards. These Jedi and their forces were supposed to be warriors not hiding behind there machinations of. For his first time off Draemidus prime , the truth had been revealed these puny tiny creatures were even not worthy of even this smog filled air they choose to breath.

He had no real time to assess and take in what was all around him the tall concrete building not meant for species the size of the Draelvasier. Things for them to hide in, cower in and cry in fear in rather then face the Bryn’adul head on like true warriors would. Udomek looked over his should back at the Shadow

Kad whom he had emerge with e burrower with. He was about to say something when he noticed a small group off a way’s from them.

The group didn’t look like much to Udomek but it was the first signs of a true fight. Not hiding in a bunker pushing buttons or watching computer screens to see how well your turrets were holding up. He looked to his fellow squad mates who were celebrating a little early as they had taken out one of the smaller auto turrets. “Over there it, they don’t look like much but at least they have some guts.”

Primarch Drek'ma · Mar 13, 2021

BLOOD GULCH

Objective: Agoraphobia

Location: Burrower > Shield Exterior
Bryn'Bois:

Galak |

Keldothera | Ostak Cl'mana |

Hrajlmak'Natok |

Udomek Seker | Krarolk T'manu |

Kad |

Osam |

Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Ursa Antar
Enemy:

Vexander Graves |

Gir Quee
Equipment: Staff | Cuirass

The Shaman Primarch' head turned on a swivel to face the Beast Master, words listened to in the moment but Ostak's suggestions were not granted a moment of levity to be considered truly in any fashion that would quieten the Primarch's frustrations. The Burrower was rocked from above, an explosion shaking the top of the ship, cracking through some of its layers of redundant armour plating. Some of the artificers on board voiced, valid concern. Drek'ma raised a hand to Ostak's face as he spoke mid-sentence. His mind searching for a solution, he knew the other Shamans aboard the Burrower and likely across their Invasion force were awaiting his word. Galak's words came next, calling across the battle-net for his assistance.

"Too much time, Ostak. We are under attack and Warlord Galak needs the beasts now!" He snapped back, his words coated with elsewhere thought and anxious anticipation of the worst.

It was only through a devotion to duty, to their unity that the Bryn'adul were as strong as they were. He was not about to falter in that regard, not here. Not today. If he did not succeed, he would be leaving the lives of not only thousands of their Warriors, but his own in the balance. Failure brought... judgement. Red stones pulsed as the artificers recorded another burst of exterior fire, enemy tanks opening fire on the exterior of the vessel.

"How many?"

"Dozens, Primarch."

He nearly hacked up a lung growling in frustration. He was Primarch, most powerful of all Shamans and yet a shield and the constructions of naves would halt his progress? No. He would not all it, could not. The Silver Jedi wanted to see them fail, return to the ashes the Titan rose them up from.

Drek'ma turned to Ostak.

"I will defend the Burrower, coat the Excavators with the remaining radesh oil, send them through the shield to assist our warriors below."

The Primarch delved into the force, tying his mind to two of the Servitors within the Burrower and several other Excavators and Artificers, eyes glowing gold as the cosmic power surged through him, face contorted in pain. He ignored the physical strain, he would remind the Silvers of whom they dared to pester. The eyes of the Artificers at their stations glowing gold as Drek'ma telepathically commanded them to release the Servitors.

Drek'ma glided down onto the back of the nearest as the two massive serpents curled out from the interior of the Burrower; two hundred metre long beasts snarling as they cut through the surface - encircling the levitating Primarch. Using their massive bodies to crush the unsuspecting tanks as they fired on the Burrower.

"These Humans sought the Primarch, let them have him."

Osam · Mar 13, 2021

Objective: Two
Location: Going towards the Surface via Tunnels
Equipment:
Kukri
Verikast Drone Armor
Assault Carbine
Pulverizer Sidearm
Allies: The Bryn'adul
Enemies:

Mathieu Brion

The shout of Baedurin Juggernauts and the shriek of war-beasts emanated from within the bowels of the mighty Burrower, the armed forces of the Bryn'adul suddenly stirring to activity and motion now that they had arrived upon the sub-surface of the world. While they had been kept out of the city-proper by its shield generator, they had still managed to pierce deep into the crust of the planet, and dismounting from the Burrower was a simple enough process. Maneuvering so as to become useful to the remainder of their forces was a significantly harder prospect, but one that the assorted Majors and Commanders took to with great efficacy.

Osam for himself immediately began to break free from the remainder of the assault, taking heed of a series of nearby tunnels that almost certainly led to somewhere upon the surface. He raised his comm-stone to his mouth, vocalizing his sudden decision to both clear it and secure it against possible incursions by enemy forces. In the chaos of suddenly mobile units, his voice might've been completely unheard, but he took this silence to be acquiescence.

While he was now upon equal ground with the Baedurin and Aeravalin, he was unlikely to coerce them into assisting him in his task quite so easily as his assigned squad, and the squads of Risen-Sraelvun around him. As the First of their kind, it had become somewhat simplistic for him to impose his will upon them, and often their respect and appreciation for what he had done to free them was enough to guarantee their subservience. With a summoning shriek, he rallied together the dozen members of his squadron and promptly dispatched them to rally together a few others until they had gained nearly four squads of troops with which to assault the tunnels - just short of fifty in totality.

The makeup of the units was the same throughout - each possessed of a Risen-Sraelvun Major, a Sraelvun Marksman armed with a long-range weapon, a Grenadier wearing thicker Verikast variants, and carrying the squad's heavy ordinance, and a number of riflemen to serve as the bulk of their force. While the Risen were invariably veterans compared to their kindred, the Sraelvun ranged in experience from fresh-faced to grizzled warriors, though each of them had been flash-trained to bring them up to military capability.

With another shriek and an outstretched finger, he directed the forces through the tunnel system, sending them towards the surface with the full intent of clearing it, leaving a squad to cover the tunnel proper, and then pushing onwards with the remaining three so as to annihilate whatever force might deign to exist above them.

Nothing would survive their onslaught... even if he had to guarantee it himself.

Caltin Vanagor · Mar 13, 2021

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...

Location: Objective 1 Salyrini streets
Equipment: Conservator and Vanguard 2.0 (Lightsabers)
Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes
Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Dilorian in cargo bay)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music"
Tag:

Tathra Khaeus (Sorry if I missed anyone)

I am so not in the mood for this.

What was he not in the mood for? To be nice. To be diplomatic. To be empathic towards those who would do harm. These monsters did not care, they had no honor, so neither will he, neither did he. The big guy would carry the weight of what he did to some foot soldiers with him, cutting them down without so much as a word or an offer to leave, but did they offer anything to the families that they just killed? No, they screamed chants and "For the Primarch" and other exclamations. It was like this was a holy war for them, so there was no way of changing their minds, to speak to them in some sense of understanding. They were too dangerous to be kept alive.

The last time I heard that I was in the hallway of the Coruscant Senate building near the Chancellor's office.

... I"m not going into detail on that one. I'll let you, the reader speculate on that. Anyway, the big guy was making his way down a side street when he came across a huge team, almost regimen of troops. They were Silvers. Breathing a sigh of relief, he approached. Met by a clearly battle-hardened Major, Major Josan, Caltin actually offered the man a salute which threw him off guard. A moment of awkward silence from the military man, and thus, his troops went by before he spoke up.

"Apologies, General Vanagor." This actually surprised Caltin in that Jedi were referred to as "General" like that in the old Republic. "I wasn't prepared for you to salute me." The fact that the Major knew him by face was set aside. "I am Major Josan. Commander of the NORCOM 412th Advanced Infantry Element. This is my Executive Officer Jak DeeZl, and squad commanders Lieutenant Torq, Lieutenant Zakl, and Sergeant Major Klot." They all saluted, but Caltin, ever the humble leader offered handshakes to not only them but anyone of the troops who wanted one. Sure, it took several minutes, but they were on the same side and were about to go to war together. Yes, together, there was no way the big guy was going to let them go it alone. These men and women, no matter the species, race, whatever could handle pretty much anything and signed up for it, but everyone could use a little help once in a while, even him.

Major, Captain, Lieutenants, Sergeant Major, heroes, yes, I call each and every one of you "heroes". I am a Jedi, this is what I am expected to do because of my connection to the Force, and my abilities. I partake and engage in this willingly. You? All of you. You sign up for this, be it out of a desire to serve, a want of education, whatever. You are here of your own accord and I cannot help but respect and admire that. So, you may address me as "General", but you are my heroes. Today, the Bryn. a race that will live in infamy attacked a planet of the Silver Jedi Concord for the second time. They do so not out of hatred, out of anger, but out of some kind of calling that they feel they have. They have done this throughout the galaxy with reckless abandon and are seeing this, seeing us as a formality.

I don't like that.

Always will our whole people remember the character of the onslaught against us. No matter how long it may take us to overcome this premeditated invasion, the slaughter, our people in our righteous might will win through to absolute victory.

I normally do not speak for others, and that includes you as well, but I believe I can interpret that you agree with me when I assert that we will not only defend ourselves to the uttermost but will make it very certain that this form of treachery shall never again endanger us.

Hostilities exist. There is no blinking at the fact that our people, our territory, and our interests are in grave danger.

With confidence in ourselves with the unbounding determination of our people-we will gain the inevitable triumph so help us ALL!

As the confidence of the troops seemed to rise, Major Josan pointed to one of the communications officers in communication with central command. They had headquarters on the line updating them with the situation, and Caltin wanted to check-in as well. Sure, he was in the mood for a long fight, but he was not going to do it without his new friends.

This is Jedi Master Caltin Vanagor checking in. I'm embedding myself with the 412th Advanced Infantry Element awaiting orders.

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.

Ostak Cl'mana · Mar 13, 2021

BLOOD GULCH

POST: II
OBJECTIVE: ~~BABYSIT DREK'MA~~ AGRAPHOBIA (II)
LOCATION: BURROWER, PLANETARY SHIELD EXTERIOR
DRAEL ALLIES ON OBJECTIVE:

Primarch Drek'ma (in close proximity) |

Galak |

Osam
HOSTILES: SJC |

Laertia Io | Open to engaging up to 2 more Jedi opponents
EQUIPMENT: Traditional Shaman robes
BEASTS: 1x Servitor (in surface combat), 4x Sirracus Wyrms (several meters underground, hunting/observing)

The shockwaves of the explosions shook Ostak's bones for the second time in the past five minutes.

Still, he remained upright and coherent, trying to determine the sources of the blast. It was far too sudden to be a rockslide, especially so close to a major urban center. The only reasonable possibility was a hostile strike. For the Jedi to pounce upon them so soon was unprecedented in his experience, a clear sign of the value the Sakran city held to their concord. Clearly, as he should have known weeks before, underestimating their Order was a dangerous mistake.

Primarch Drek'ma said:
"Too much time, Ostak. We are under attack and Warlord Galak needs the beasts now!"

"Very well." replied Ostak. "I will prepare a detachment of Shamen and their beasts to bolster Warlord Galak's ranks."

But moments afterwards, a new assault began on the Burrower. Hostile artillery formations were now assaulting the stalled machine, slowly but surely chipping away at its exterior armor. Under such strain, it would not be long before their unit buckled.

Primarch Drek'ma said:
"I will defend the Burrower, coat the Excavators with the remaining radesh oil, send them through the shield to assist our warriors below."

"An ambitious plan, Primarch. I would recommend being cautious as to avoid burning out." replied Ostak. "I will provide you with assistance and manage the lesser Shamen. Now, let us begin. Time is of the essence."

Taking a deep breath inwards, Ostak reached out with unseen power towards the brains of the creatures stored in the vast hold. Every single one of them had been handpicked by Ostak and the Primarch for their outstanding strength and experience, and they had not disappointed so far. Every single one of them had survived the rough landing and explosive blasts and were already growing thirsty for blood. The greedy appetites of the beasts would soon be quenched, filled up with a vast banquet of flesh that they so eagerly desired.

While the Primarch departed the Burrower with two of the four Servitors in its complement, Ostak took the initiative to take the reins of the third. Yet instead of rapidly shooting upwards in the path of the Primarch, the Shaman-Overseer first pulled out his command stone.

[Shamen, this is Shaman Beast Master Ostak Cl'mana. By order of our Primarch, we must move to reinforce Warlord Galak with our beasts. Take as many as you can control and place them alongside the Excavators so that we can swiftly advance after the Primarch reapplies the Radesh Oil. I will take our third Servitor and four of the Sirracus to assist him up above. Keep the fourth Servitor below ground to defend the Burrower and move every other beast as I ordered. If you encounter resistance, use your beasts to fight back. Any further trouble should be reported to me.]

Ostak then withdrew communication stone, satisfied that his order had been issued properly. Entering the very core of the Burrower, Ostak reached out directly into the brain of the vast Servitor and its smaller Sirracus accomplices. Enhancing his feet with his inner energies, the Shaman-Overseer leapt fifteen meters into the air and landed atop a ridge on the Servitor's plates, gripping on tightly as it shot upwards, the Sirracus following in its wake. Together, the five great worms and their master shot up to the surface, emerging in a great explosion of rock and stone. Dozens of robots were crushed under the vast foot of the Servitor, giving Ostak sufficient time to examine his surroundings from his vantage point near the upper portion of its mass. However, he kept the smaller, lighter armored Sirracus several meters underground, reserving them for use against true Jedi.

Atop his Servitor, Ostak swore to ensure the safety of not just the Burrower and the Shamen far below, but also the Primarch himself.

Laertia Io · Mar 13, 2021

"NUETRALIZERS SUPERIOR, BRYN'ADUL INFERIOR..." The Nuetralizers would chant to their Bryn'adul enemies as the deadly warbots slaughtered their with great cruelty. There was none of the joking or quipping there was with other foes. Even the most openly and proudly murderous of the Nuetralizers didn't crack any jokes.

They had been built, more than anything else, to exterminate the Bryn'adul's entire civilization without mercy. And they deliberately went about it in the most sadistic ways possible, ripping faces off, limbs from bodies, caving faces in with repeat and furious punches. Almost all their processing power devoted to destroying the Bryn'adul in front of them, with a savagery and viciousness that took all their temporary allies aback in horror. The screams of Juggernauts rang out even through the din of war as a Nuetralizer pulled out its organs. Drones were smashed to death with heavy clubs with a frequency that could best be described as "Exchange Crime Lord".

Nuetralizer Recon Teams equipped with Defel Mimickers began relaying targeting coordinates to the Forces of

Gir Quee , pointing out where Bryn'adul troops were massing and moving the quickest, and what they were armed with.

Other Nuetralizers armed with rocket and grenade launchers helped evacuate civilians, shooting down gunboats.

They were not invincible. Like Thanos, going for the head was a surefire kill. The problem was getting to them to rip the head off...and the fact that a Nuetralizer simply isn't going to let you get that close if it can help it unless it wants to kill you personally.

Their bio assault sprayers installed in their chest had a potent cocktail of deadly chemical weapons effective against many forms of Organics. They unleashed it as they waded into thick crowds of warriors, duel wielding Ion Disruptors into Juggernauts, the sheer pain the weapons inflicted bringing the massive creatures to their knees screaming in agony as their bodies started to break down at the wound site before being shot in the head.

The Nuetralizers were definitely Laertia's sons. There was no restraint against a true enemy.

The Silvery Skeletons flung themselves into battle as their Mother did, each seeking only to honor her by killing as many as possible.

Their coordinated fire began to shred apart juggernauts with their Concussion Rifle as they engaged the forces of

Udomek Seker . Others targeted the smaller Bryn'adul with swords and heavy battle axes.

They didn't quip. They didn't joke. They said nothing but badass boasts as they mercilessly butchered the weaker ones, hacking them to pieces.

"NAR KREETA WILL BE AVENGED." They proclaimed en masse as they scored kills.

Other Nuetralizers in the city began to rain down rocket and artillery fire upon the Forces of

Galak , starting to shoot down gunboats close to his own ship, trying to shoot down his not because they knew he was on it, but just because it was a Gunboat, their hunger for dead Bryn'adul insatiable.

Other Nuetralizer Assassins who were hidden with stealth field among the human forces of

Primarch Drek'ma started to snipe for his head using DC-19 Stealth Blasters, silent, invisible laser bolts erupting on a course for death to his skull, while others decloaked to distract him, revealing themselves by firing rockets with cryonic chemical payloads at his serpents.

Meanwhile...

Hadrian the Golden Nuetralizer advanced his forces down the tunnels to engage the forces of

Hrajlmak'Natok as they breached the tunnels.

They had set massive amounts of cryo traps and mines, as soon as they spotted Drones, Hadrian, commanding the Nuetralizers in the tunnels set his brothers to their grisly work.

His forces would soon encounter their skeletal opposition, dual wielding Ion Disruptors or Droid Assassin Rifles.

Traps they had managed to lay just before his burrower breached the tunnels were set off, large numbers of det packs made the area close to where his invasion machine had burst through where doused with cryonics or acid gas that began eating through flesh.

Lyssa had followed Val Drutin and his brother into these tunnels with a motorcycle of her own, arms forming into blades as she leapt off, letting the bike slam violently into crowds of drones, slicing into big Bryn'adul and little Bryn'adul alike (And quickly learning where their vitals were) as she began slashing them apart.

"I do not think there are any restrooms available. Nor is this the proper time to relieve one's self." She remarked as other Nuetralizers joined the fun.

"Sister, PLEASE learn humor, you're embarrassing us in front of the Organics!" one of them complained.

Lyssa beheaded another drone. "They were telling a joke?" she asked innocently, blinking Mercury eyes as she disembowled three more in seconds.

"YES!" Called out several other robots in exasperation as they respectively shot or caved in the heads of their victims.

"Oh." Lyssa said thoughtfully before casually going back to disemboweling Drones and now Juggernauts.

"I like killing these things. They smash up real good when you pulverize them enough..." a Nuetralizer remarked as it blasted the head off one with a chaingun. "Lots of Gibs..."

"Laertia has missed the both of you. She told me to tell you that..." Lyssa called out to Val and Alyosha as she beheaded a Juggernaut, dodging his weapons fire near effortlessly, blades cutting more to ribbons due to their extreme sharpness.

"LOL Random." another Nuetralizer chuckled at her statement.

"Why not ask me about Sarka's safety protocols?" A Nuetralizer joked mildly as it strangled a Drone.

Meanwhile...

"Ooooo, he's a big one!" A Nuetralizer remarked as Ostak Cl'mana emerged from the ship and began smashing his brothers.

But the destruction was not total on some: the head hadn't been damaged. Some of the heavily damaged one he had thought destroyed with his first Hulk smash moment reactivated due to still functioning back up power sources, firing whatever weapons still functioned on their chassis or were in their hands.

Intact Nuetralizers, who had come in through other routes, began shooting at him with grenade launchers armed with cryo and acid rounds, Nuetralizer Marksmen took shots at him with bolts action rifles, the murderous warbots pouring their fire on him and the machine he defended, intent on scoring massive XP.

Caltin Vanagor

Auteme

Keldothera · Mar 13, 2021

BLOOD GULCH

Objective: Coagulation
Location: Burrower > Southwest Quadrant
Bryn'Bois:

Galak |

Kad |

Udomek Seker |

Hrajlmak'Natok |
Enemy:

Gir Quee |

Auteme |

Laertia Io
Equipment: Armour | Splitter | Crippler | Carbine | Dual Shredders

The words of the Warlord rang in her head like drums in the depths of a hearth, home called with wisdom but still she was outside. Outside and alone, even surrounded by her kin. Some of them looked on with nervous composition, they knew what she had been like at Nar Kreeta. Galak was right, they were his will. Keldothera had cracked under the pressure, the threat of Tathra's absence was too much for her on Kreeta. The time was now to show her devotion, to fight with the Warlord whom had overturned her orders.

To fight as one, unity. That was the only thing that could silence the intense shame she felt. Shame that screamed to be ended, made her legs itch to run as the Burrower moved through the edge of the city's exterior walls, cutting through rock as they went. Their sensors picked up Cruisers releasing troops down to the surface below, alongside that they'd set up mortar parties and various other defences - pinching Galak and his forces from all sides. It would be a slaughter without assistance. The General had a plan. She had the Burrower opened, three Gunboats sent out to reapply Radesh oil to the front face of the drill and the immediate exterior of the Burrower.

"Work with haste. Even if half-hazardly applied, it will do!"

It didn't take long, carting large crates of the oil via cable lines between the Gunboats had the face of the Burrower coated quickly. But was it fast enough? She could not tell, every moment spent waiting was another that tolled against her. She felt the eyes of the Juggernauts on her, even though their bore her stripes she felt the harsh judgement. Like those who were dying below, like the blood was on her hands. She knew it was her mind playing tricks, but she had to turn away. To some it may have been weakness, but it was all she could do not to weep.

Redemption was the only option.

Caedyn Arenais · Mar 13, 2021

Battlewear: Knight-Errant Armor.
Weapons: Staff Lightsaber | Force Imbued Blade | CS.38 Tactical Side-Arm.
Squad: Antarian Spec-Ops Unit "Lykos".
Opposition:

Kad &

Udomek Seker

"Hostiles in sight!" the young Private Abbie Parker shouted aloud as the Squad came into view of

Kad and

Udomek Seker 's Bryn'adul transports, borrowers that had torn down through the world's crust and into the great underground city of Salyrini, they the first to witness the arrival of the Horde within their block of the capital.

"Hunker down, don't let them through our guard!" Captain Joshua Harris answered with immediate instructions, the squad moving to position themselves in cover, taking strategic positions and readying their weapons while Caedyn Arenais remained in the open, the Knight-Errant Armor clearly distinguishing himself apart from the Antarian Veterans, only to be complemented by the igniting of his dual staff lightsaber.

During Caedyn's first battle and introduction to the Bryn'adul, the Jedi Knight had arrived on the scene armed with only his old Lightsaber and the Jedi apparel familiar to all the Galaxy who were learned of such things; Today however was entirely different as this was not his first, second or even his third battle against the species, now well educated in the brutality of their strength, the Jedi Knight was geared up and ready to counter their monstrous force.

The ignition of the cyan blades erupted from both sides of his hilt, charging to life with a loud snap-hiss as Caedyn moved to step on ahead of the Lykos Squad, seeking to position himself between them and the Bryn'adul in order to give Lykos the ranged advantage and do his utmost to minimalism any need for melee combat on their part as the Bryn'adul were massive foes, with twice the strength of any typical man. Fortunately for Caedyn, the Armor he wore was equipped with a number of utilities like the strength-enhancing system, which he had every intention of putting through the paces in close-ranged battle with the goliath invaders.

In the brief few moments, before the Bryn'adul would begin their charge, however, the Jedi Knight stopped in his pace, his head lifting and his eyes closing in order to seek the guidance and strength of the Force itself. Fear, resentment, regret and sorrow for all that was about to come. These feelings were swept from his mind as the Jedi entrenched himself within a place of calm, adopting the Center of Being. Caedyn's capability to utilize meditation having increased dramatically since his time on Midvinter, finding guidance and wisdom from the Jedi Master,

Thurion Heavenshield .

The Jedi Knight stood at the ready, the energies of life being drawn towards him and encompassing his being as he awaited the first of the Bryn'adul to begin their thundering charge against the City and it's inhabitants, first needing to break through him and Squad Lykos wall of defence.

Invaders:

Primal Architect |

Galak |

Sethrak |

Keldothera |

Udomek Seker |

Osam | Ostak Cl'mana
Defenders:

Gir Quee | Val Drutin |

Vexander Graves |