Invasion BLOOD GULCH | Bryn'adûl Invasion of SJC held Chalacta, Alee, Sarka & Roche

Udomek Seker · Mar 23, 2021

BLOOD GULCH

OBJECTIVE: Coagulation in the Heart of Courage
LOCATION: Burrower > Southwest Quadrant
EQUIPMENT: Verikast Juggernaut Platform 12A (Back plate gone | right greave and knee plates gone)
ALLIES:

Kad
ENEMIES: None

Udomek sprinted his lungs burned as he pushed himself forward his focus on the Burrower. With every step he felt the ground crack or slide beneath him. He had to leap every now and then over small crevasses that opened in front of him but none as be as the gap before. He saw the Burrower and that was his goal, the place where he would be able to rest for a moment. The Old one shouted at him to keep moving and stop for nothing.

“I won’t let this city bury me!” He said in retort Udomek was willing to die in battle against a Jedi to give his brethren a chance to live but he be damned if he was going to let a city kill him.

He pushed onward as debris fell from above, he punched a few out of his way, bulldozed through other debris that landed in front of him. He wouldn’t let this city beat him; he would live to fight these Jedi again. Through his determination he found just an ounce more strength, something he thought he had lost in that leap of faith. He was shredded and bleeding probably had already lost more blood than he should have but he saw his sanctuary it wasn’t that far away he would not die here not this day.

A huge chunk of debris landed a few feet in front of him Udomek just took a charging leap run right up it. As he ran up the falling debris, he ripped the chest plate off his armor and threw it off and began to shed as much as he could of his armor in a dead sprint to lighten his load. By the time he made to the top of the debris pile the ground collapsing behind him he had shed all his armor except his helmet.

His Milk white skin glistening with streaks of crimson blood that had drifted from his back. He took one more leap of faith and landed on his too bare feet upon the platform. He looked at the Old one who was laying face up looking at the sky above. Those yellow blood shot eyes looked down at the old through his blood stained helm the only thing left of the juggernaut armor, Udomek was grinning underneath. “You owe me a drink Old One.” He said as his legs gave out and he collapsed onto the platform face first. He was still alive but not conscious do to fatigue, and blood lose, his breathing as he laid there was heavy and labored. His last words to the old one a sign that he was willing to let go of what happened on the battlefield.

Ki'an Vizsla · Mar 23, 2021

Mathieu Brion & the SJC
Enemies:

Osam

It was a lot easier to take out targets when they were unsuspecting. To some, including his own people, it might be considered a show of cowardice but it could be considered mitigating given the circumstances. There was no honour in fighting the Bryn and their loss would not be a great one to the galaxy but their continued attacks on the innocent would bear a grim mark on all the planets they touched and serve as a legacy for lifetimes to come but hopefully soon they would be nothing more than that - as much as allied forces could help it.

The versatility of a jetpack was one he often used to his advantage but it came with its drawbacks when in close range due to how volatile it could be upon any violent impact. Though the benefit, as with the nature of jetpacks, was the ability to move from melee range quickly and avoid any direct hits to the jetpack. Even without the unpredictable explosive attached to his back, he preferred to remain out of arm's reach of the enemy, though his role as a medic often put him in unavoidably uncomfortable close-call situations.

The Mandalorian had something of a vantage point, allowing him first shots at unwitting enemies below and a watchful eye over his allies. If any of their deaths were preventable then he would do everything in his power to ensure they had the best chance at survival but for now, the most effective assistance he could provide would be through eliminating the enemy before they had the chance to attack his allies. As expected, it would only work for so long before the Bryn caught on and would seek to neutralise their irritating opponent.

Already looking down at the enemies below and aware of his surroundings, for once, meant he caught sight of the enemy scaling the rock and the muzzle of the weapon aimed at him and so backed away, putting more height and distance between them and intended to direct his fire towards the new adversary, though the cover provided by the rock complicated matters. While his attention was diverted, more of the Bryn were making it out of the tunnel, making matters more difficult for the allies below who had several more foes to contend with.

Ki'an had seen the damage caused by the weapons the Bryn possessed, enough so that he knew he absolutely didn't want to get caught by one of the bullets. Even in his armour, any direct impact with a projectile from such a high-calibre weapon could be devastating. The manoeuvrability of the jetpack allowed for evasion of targeted attacks while airborne but the attack he was facing proved to be more difficult due to the sheer size of the projectiles launching his way. There was less room for error than when facing standard blaster bolts.

He skilfully evaded the bullets that launched past, though a couple came too close for comfort, almost grazing the unarmoured part of his arm as he raised his arm to return fire as best he could. As was the nature of battle, neither would relent until the other was incapacitated and while he could hold his ground for now, the jetpack didn't have the fuel to allow him to stay in the air indefinitely and he would be a lot more vulnerable on the ground where he would be dwarfed beside his opponent so he hoped their battle would be swift, otherwise he was trapped.

Being in a tricky position, despite its advantages in terms of scope, did not dishearten the Mandalorian so soon as he was supported by several tactical and evasive measures that could be deployed, including a breadth of arsenal, though he knew not all were effective against such a formidable enemy who was near impervious to fire, leaving the flamethrower out of the question and whose strength far outmatched his own, meaning any attempt at using the whipcord or grappling line would likely result in detrimental results to himself.

Upon seeing an opportunity to utilise another potentially lethal component of his equipment, one scarcely utilised since it mostly suited more covert operations but it was small and fast, making it difficult for many to contend with, especially given its difficulty to deflect. However, it was far from a death sentence and could be avoided if those one the receiving end acted quickly and even if it missed his intended target, he hoped it would find a new one in the Bryn below. he fired a poison dart towards his pursuer. He fired the small projectile of the poison dart towards his adversary when the opportunity presented itself.

The Mandalorian didn't want to request assistance from the Jedi, not wanting to detract from whatever help he was providing the troops below, nor to be viewed as weak. For now he would leave Mathieu be to do whatever he saw fit according to his judgement. After all, he was a Mandalorian and battles were supposed to be a comfortable normal. He knew he was not the strongest or most skilled of his brethren, an insecurity that ran deep, but he didn't want to be seen as incompetent. Any assistance would be gratefully received but he would not ask for it as far as he could help it.

Mathieu Brion · Mar 23, 2021

Osam
Allied Tag:

Ki'an Vizsla

At least it looked like he hit something but even then, their enemies seemed to be receiving reinforcements while the Concord troops did not. "Hold them back!" Mathieu's voice sounded over the coms as he altered the trajectory of yet another batch of massive bullets fired by the Bryn towards the concave they had formed.

Mathieu did not expect any reinforcements for quite some time - the battle was raging on at full on many fronts and from what he could tell, the battle at the capital was one which required plenty of resources in itself. The destruction was well hidden underneath the caves and the behind the jungle far in the distance. Still, explosives could be heard going off and even ships had been brought into the battle. The damage that the Sarkan people would suffer was staggering. Massive numbers had been evacuated, but the damage to their economy, homes and culture was hard for the Padawan to comprehend. It seemed all too massive.

But there was little time to dwell on such things as the battle he was involved in still raged on at full. It was not hard to tell why the Bryn seemed to be fighting so hard - there was really no way for them to retreat back into the tunnels. But their situation wasn't all that great now either as their mobility seemed to be somewhat stunted with large ice-covered surfaces and they were exposed to many angles from the Concord conclave and then Ki'an being up top raining blaster bolts down upon them from above.

In the background, another shuttle made its way towards the surface as the one that was already there took off. These had to be the last ones. Mathieu thought the stream would end earlier, but it was becoming obvious that they still had work to do. A bit further in the distance, Ki'an had taken up the fight against someone who at least had the posture of a leader and since Mathieu had asked him about it before, he could only assume that this was the guy he was looking for.

Walking over to the Frittata with determined steps, Mathieu climbed up onto its roof "Let's push. I think we might be able to strike a killing blow" he said before instructing the driver as for what to do. Soon, the vehicle would start moving on a path straight into the Bryn formations, making use of its abnormally strong armour to tank whatever shots came its way. Perhaps surprisingly, many of the Concord troopers started to leave their entrenched positions to push in against the Bryn - the reason would soon become obvious as the thermal distortion field which was mounted on the transport activated, effectively making thermal vision useless for seeing what was inside the field - particularly for those who were already inside the field.

From his elevated position, Mathieu threw a couple cryoban grenades in between his location and where Osam had climbed up, effectively clearing the way between them before firing three cryoban charged L'Escargot slugs at Osam at a reasonably slow rate to track his movements if they were made. After having fired the shots, Mathieu would start closing the distance between them, making use of telekinesis to loosen the rocks in Osam's vicinity to make staying up where he was so much harder.

Caltin Vanagor · Mar 23, 2021

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...

Location: Salyrini Obj 1
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: Allyson Locke Caedyn Arenais Laertia Io Sethrak Tathra Khaeus Seer Kalanthir Keldothera

Some reading my telling of this story, yes, I tell his story, I don’t write it, he does, anyway, some reading this may believe that this was par for the course. The fact that the Titan caught the big guy’s fist in his hand. Some reading this may think nothing of it, after all, “there will always be someone better” or more appropriately “all good things must come to an end”, and that we may be seeing the “heroic” end of the massive Jedi Master. However, if you know his history, especially when it comes to throwing hands, Caltin is a firm believer in one thing…

“... sometimes to throw a punch, you have to eat one…”

So some seeing this may be angry that the Draelvasier managed to block his punch, he wasn’t. Some may be angry that the Bryn’adul are doing what they do, he wasn’t. In fact, as his hand was clenched by the Titan, the big guy had a huge smile on his face. Wait. What? What are you doing?

Just tell my story…

_________________________

In a flash, the landscape changed…

There was not a warzone. There was no death or destruction. He was standing there in the ether with his parents Joren and Eldra, his sister Tyria, his brother n law Arestul, Arestul’s father Kam, and the kids, Alyscia, Kameron, and Kayla. Talk about a “Deathly Hallows” moment.

… what?

Nevermind. Anyway, they all surrounded him.

Hi everyone.

When are you going to end this game, son?

Dear?

Kameron spoke up.

No, he’s right. You shouldn’t be here.

Then what is all this?

Caltin Anselmo Vanagor… stop trying to be what you believe everyone else thinks you need to be. You did that enough when you were trying to make up for the lost time between us.

That wasn’t my fault. I just wanted you to see that...

I know it wasn’t. You’re my brother. I love you.

We all do, Daddy. We miss you.

Maybe now it is time that you finally join us.

Join you?!

You’re living on borrowed time, dear. You shouldn’t be doing this. It’s time to reunite with your family.

Come on little brother. These people aren’t your family.

“Oh, that’s enough!” Kam Angellus, Liram’s great X9 grandfather, Arestul’s father, Tyria’s father n law. He was never one to mind words.

“Does the man look like he is ready to hang up the lightsaber? Look at him!”

With all due respect pop-pop, you never met him.

Now it was Arestul’s turn.

Yes, Kayla. You're right, but I did, but we all did. YOU KNOW HIM! ALL OF YOU! Do you want to pretend to be caring about him when you don’t even THINK about him? What about what HE wants? HUH? Did any of you think about that?

Uncle Arestul… he’s family…

... AND HE STILL WILL BE.

Turning to Caltin, he put hands on shoulders…

You do what YOU need to. We’re here regardless.

Backing away, Arestul put an arm around his wife, as slowly Alyscia, Kameron and Kayla grew to adulthood.

... and we’ll be here when you get back. Tell my grandkid I said "hi".

Then Alyscia surprised him, and apparently everyone.

Kick his ass, dad.

Then as everything began to shift again, @Ala’s image appeared in the Ether and just winked.
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No, this was not some “inspirational moment” meant to bring a tear to the eye and temperature to the heart and a case of diabetes. No, this was a reminder of just who he was, a reminder for who? Him. Now back to that smile on his face. It was not one out of happiness, or anything close to joy, well it might be, but that is a secret that Caltin will take to his grave. The Ether visage of his mother was right about one thing, he was living on borrowed time. So maybe that meant that he had nothing to lose.

They may very well lose Salyrini, Sarka… the Bryn’adul may very well sweep across the galaxy… this sort of thing has happened before. They may be driven back today, this may be the spark to show the galaxy that they can be beaten, it has happened before. One way or another, this Titan would be falling today, if it was at Laertia’s hands, if it was at his hands, even if the Draelvasier would survive but had to be helped away, he was going down.

This was who they were, they were fighters, warriors, whatever, it was their way, but you know what? This was the way of the Jedi too. To stand against the unbeatable foe, to face the impossible odds, and remain immovable. Call him what you like, but that is what he embodied and if it ended today, then it ended today, but it was on his terms and not someone else’s.

Once Tathra stopped pushing back, Caltin’s smile only got bigger. This Bryn made a huge mistake in not throwing him, or pushing hard enough to get some distance. That allowed Caltin to take the moment and leap overhead onto Tathra’s back, just long enough to clap the Titan’s temples…

… now here’s where the smile comes into play…

Say “G’bye” nerf herder.

The Force is finite, one’s connection to it is finite. No matter how versed you are in conserving, no matter how educated you are in making it last, sometimes your “tank” just his “E.” That is not to say you pass on and become one with the Force, it could, but that is not a definitive occurrence. You have to know what you are capable of, and what could happen when you commit to certain actions. Caltin had quite a bit left, but he had to make sure that everyone would know, would see what was about to happen.

Reaching out through the Force, Caltin committed to two things concurrently. First, he pulled as much of the electrical energy from the storm down onto his position in the form of one of the biggest, most powerful bolts of lightning anyone might have ever seen. Or they might have, it doesn’t matter at this point. At the same time, Caltin centered the rest of his “reserves” in his hands(still on, or around Tathra’s temples) and focused a severe “Electric Judgment” into the Titan’s head. Everything he had, everything he was went into it. The Jedi of today would be fine if he didn’t make it, if he did he would find his place later. What mattered right now was the incredible surge going through him being redirected into the DraelVasier in front of him.

The combined Electrical blast to the head could simply dissipate. Caltin had learned this in his short time engaging these monsters. Their armor, their training, they are able to basically brush everything off as if nothing had happened. However, hands-on the head directed the enormous electrical current into the biggest receptors nearby…

… the brain…

The theory is that overloading the receptors so much that they cannot handle or dissipate the incoming energy in time, will result in their shut down, just like an EMP. No, Caltin would not walk away unscathed, just how much he would survive would depend on the gods above.

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.

Jyoti Nooran · Mar 23, 2021

Location: Jungles outside Salyrini
Objective: Siegebreaking (Coagulation)
Allies: SJC + Friends (

Laertia Io , Val Drutin, Vexander Graves, Ala, Kaleleon,

Caltin Vanagor , Romi Jade)
Opposition: Bryn'adul (

Tathra Khaeus ,

Galak ,

Sethrak ,

Primarch Drek'ma ,

Keldothera ,

Udomek Seker ,

Osam , Ostak Cl'mana)
With: Alakor

Allyson Locke

Gir Quee ,

Syd Celsius

Travot Ravenna
Directly Engaging:

Sylok'Vanari ?
Personal Equipment: Silver Shadow Armor, Sitara (Lightsaber), Avalanche Power Sword, Chakram Lightshield

For several agonizing moments, Jyoti was left to wrestle with her own doubts about her plan until Gir gave her an answer.

He...agreed with her, finding her argument sound, but her expression remained dour.

This wasn’t a moment to celebrate.

He switched the comlink back to the one he shared with Jyoti, "Any other big plays to make before our careers are ruined forever?"

She finally offered a strained smile. “Nothing at the moment, but you’ll be the first to know when I do.”

Feth her career, her honor, and reputation. None of it would mean anything in a galaxy of the dead. That’s why she had never been one to condemn the Galactic Alliance during their wars against the Sith, or the Silver Concord exploring the Elder Compact. Someone had to get their hands dirty to do the work that needed to be done.

In defense of the galaxy there was little she would sacrifice at this point.

“All units, hold position on the surface. Once Admiral Quee unlea---”

“Ma’am” interrupted one of the commanders at the table. “The command center has been breached! Profile matches with the energy drainers encountered at Yurb.”

Oh great. She had witnessed those things in action having participated in fleeting over Yurb personally. They could shut down even the largest warships in short order. If that creature was allowed to get its tendrils around the primary array, their plan would be in trouble.

“New plan! I’m going down with the Shadows and Noble Company! Deploy immediately with the Angons! Colonel Masse, you’re in charge.”

She didn’t even wait for a reply already rushing to the ammunition bays. Allyson had already beaten her to the punch, the whole cruiser trembling as the first series of pods left the bay toward the command center. In such dire times, she was both heartened and saddened to see the Jedi and Valkyri line up with little hesitation, knowing that it was likely a one way trip as they were headed toward the epicenter of the incoming blast.

Allyson especially. She had just pulled her friend out of Ziost against the Sith Empire, just to see the pair now at odds with the Bryn almost immediately afterwards. The Corellian was really in no condition to fight, and Jyoti couldn’t bear to think how her friend would survive this. If she could have sent Allyson back to the Core along with her family, then she would.

Dead or alive, this was sure to be their finest hour.

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Even at the fraction of power, the G-forces exerted at launch was still great enough to crush the Echani against seat in the pod. Fortunately, the sensation only lasted a couple seconds, until she jerked forward in her restraints upon the sudden deceleration from landing.

Crashed right into the Debaucher itself.

The pod split apart with a blast and her restraints came loose. Her insides felt like mush, and her legs like jello, but the Echani drew upon the Force to wash away the nausea and bolt upright on the alien hull. Moments later, she’d feel the impact of additional pods on the hull, Jedi or Valkyri popping out of the shells.

She raised her hilt and ignited the saber, rallying them to her with the silver light.

“This thing uses its tentacles to drain power. Split up and follow appendages into the compound, then start hacking them and disrupting enemy movements.”

With a burst of Force Speed, she led the charge, dragging the end of blade of her lightsaber over the creature’s carapace, leaving red trails of plasma on her way down. Other Jedi did the same, a a few Valkyri dropping timed demo charges right on top to inflict injury at point blank range on the top of the creature while they descended into the command center.

A second later and she was over the edge, diving into opening created by the collision. She landed into cracked cracked corridor, all the lights busted with the only source of illumination coming from the breaches above. Her helmet’s visor kicked in automatically, presenting a world of grey from muxed infrared and ultrasonic sensors.

In this world, the halls swarmed with Bryn’adul soldiers, presumably on their way to overtake the defenders generator rooms. Almost immediately she was swarmed by several that diverted into her corridor. She matched their aggression with her own, roaring as she charged right for them. With each stride, rubble lifted around her in an orbit. So too did the oversized bolts fired from their guns. It all swirled around her as she ran up the side of the wall, then leaped down right into the center of the formation.

With one mighty Force Push, she repulsed the debris and captured rounds outward like a like a shotgun, disintegrating the enemy around her into pulp that splattered on what remained of the corridor.

“Command,” she called on comms between labored breathes. “This is Noble Company. We’re on the scene. We’ll do what we can to help buy you time, but you need to hurry. There’s Bryn everywhere.”

Almost on cue, another pack of the monsters appeared, this time from the rear as they unloaded from their mothership.

Gritting her teeth, she stood up right to face the next threat, activating the lightshield on her opposing arm.

“Come on,” she called out to them as she raised the shield over her chest, waving her blade as if to beckon them forward.

“I can do this all day.”

Osam · Mar 23, 2021

Objective: Chase The Weak
Allies: The Bryn'adul
Enemies: Engaging

Mathieu Brion |

Ki'an Vizsla
Equipment:
Kukri
Verikast Drone Armor
Assault Carbine
Pulverizer Sidearm

There would be no further reinforcements from the remainder of the Bryn'adul forces, considered the hybrid as his eyes shot down towards the remnant of Sraelvun and Risen still under his command. No doubt the tunnel system had been completely and utterly obliterated per the statements given by the Major who had been in charge of securing their rear, and the subsequent arrival of those same reserve forces meant that the method they'd used to infiltrate was no longer an option for reinforcing allies. He wished for the first time in the battle that he had managed to convince just a couple of the mighty Juggernauts to accompany their assault, or perhaps one of the Shamans to loan them the use of Skags or Rhivaks. Upon the surface as they were, even the use of frightening Draeyde would have been a blessing.

He would need to fight without support as he had done from the beginning, as he had done throughout his entire existence. Relying on anyone other than those few close to him and himself was a mistake. He was a survivor, and no amount of death-dealing weaponry or well-placed kill boxes would change that.

The burst of firepower that he'd sent screaming through the air towards the flying Mandalorian had succeeded in some ways but completely faltered in many others. While he had hoped to terminate him or force him to the ground, he had failed in both regards. The jetpack upon his back was an explosion waiting to happen, but the advantage it gave him in mobility could not be ignored. He would have been skeet had the remainder of Osam's forces targeted him as well, but as it was they were pre-occupied with the encroachment of the APC and a few valiant Concord infantry who had deigned it reasonable to advance.

Nevertheless, the failure to slay the Mandalorian had been a success in drawing his attention from the remnant forces below. Now he seemed intent on evading certain death and in retaliating against his aggressor. Osam had expected that he would simply return fire by means of the blaster pistols he had previously utilized, but the Mandalorian seemed to have a different assault in mind. The Risen-Srael was prepared for an attack, but the minuscule nature and the pneumatic launch of the dart caught him off-guard.

He flinched, and the tube stuck into his hide just along his hip, narrowly slipping past the Verikast that would normally have prevented it completely. Having been afflicted with one of the most excruciating substances in the galaxy at one point in a fight with a Sith, he was far quicker now to alleviate whatever venom had been injected into his system. His hand snapped downwards at his side, removing his Zealot's kukri from its sheath, and using its tip to rapidly excavate the tube. The splatter of blood was indicative of the deeper cut, but he forced the knife into his body, allowing the blood to leak out onto the ground from the self-inflicted surgery.

At least a majority of the poison would have little chance of infiltrating the remainder of his body, but he despised the idea that even a minuscule amount might affect his performance. He would need to see the results of such a wound in a few minutes when it had circulated properly. The Kukri returned to its sheath an instant before a second series of attacks ruptured the stone around him. A similar type of slug as the one which had eviscerated the Major slammed into the rocky mass, stopped dead in its track by it.

This time Osam flinched more quickly, the next shot slipping loudly through the air near him as it barely missed their target. His feet began to shift as the rocks he had been using to remain grounded began to shake and shudder at the whim of the Jedi. Clearly he had been singled out by both the Mandalorian and the warrior monk - climbing to higher elevation had revealed himself as a target - a mistake, but an opportunity too to deal with two of the mightier combatants of the enemy force.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the intrusion of an immense pain along his left shoulder, the final round fired by the Jedi managing to connect with his body. A direct hit might've caused immense damage, but the constant movement of the Risen made it more difficult to land such lethal wounds. Instead, the round had caught onto the armor piece that served as a shoulder-guard, only barely making contact with the highest portion of that it. The drill, however, and the cryoban made even such a grazing wound truly terrible. The drill weaved its way immediately through the Verikast, severing the shoulder-guard in totality, and sliding through the upper portion of his bone before tunneling out of his flesh.

The cryoban for its part was enough to both numb and exasperate the pain - exchanging the trauma with the chill of nigh instantaneous frostbite on the afflicted chunk. It ached fiercely to move his left arm at all now, and he felt certain that he could see fragments of bone where the pressure of the bullet had been too great for it to bear. A good portion of these fragments had been sprayed outwards with the round itself, but a few remained in view upon his shoulder, jostling with movement, barely connected by sinew which clung to it, or by the fleshy barrier of skin and muscle.

He shrieked in pain. The sound echoing out from his chest in a great booming cry, but unless one were close, or explicitly listening for it, it would be just another cry amidst the multitude of war.

Focus, he screamed into his own head, driving down panic with a breadth of experience and the knowledge that pain could be so so much worse than this. This wound was... minor. It would heal given the touch of an Ashaka, and it would not be enough to halt him from battle. Would he give the Titan reason to doubt his relevance by his whimpering? Would he shirk the duty placed upon him by his peers, or the respect of every Risen-Sraelvun as the First of their kind?

He was Osam, and he had fought and clawed and struggled for years. He would not die to these wounds, and so they would not stop him. Until the Jedi severed his head from his body, or the Mandalorian tore his spine free from the pestilent sack of flesh which kept it imprisoned, he would march onward, blazing with the fire of determination as an ostracized son of Khaeus and an ambitious soul.

It would be difficult to remain upon the rock wall if his footing was constantly afflicted, and so it became necessary to move - where else would he go but downward, to meet his Jedi challenger? Would the Mandalorian strike him in the back? Perhaps, but at such close range, would he be able to prevent himself from striking his ally?

The hybrid shot forward anew, his feet carrying him forward down the tunnel's crest, down towards his enemy, his rifle released from his hands so that he could refocus his hands upon more intimate tools. The Kukri was drawn into his hand again, the Zealot's weapon given to him so long ago by one who had seen his worth when all others would not acknowledge him - a weapon he had used before to gut Jedi and Sith alike.

Osam did not rush directly at his foe, utilizing the terrain around him to change elevation with every leap and jump and sprint so that he became more difficult to strike as he closed in on the Jedi, vengeance in his heart and fiery blood still leaking from his wounds. If he drew close he would make certain that the Jedi tasted similar afflictions by means of the cutting edge of his weapon.

Laertia Io · Mar 23, 2021

My Love, The City is Lost. Flee. Please.

NO! HE BLEEDS! IF HE BLEEDS YOU CAN KILL HIM! Not-Yet-Xiphos protested to the mental request of Syd, watching the blood slide down the face of

Tathra Khaeus on his left as she charged, snarling in frustration as

Sethrak annhilated much of the debris. The wave generated from Tathra's axe blasted back the rest, part of it hitting her and shearing off much of the armor on the right arm, resulting in a few more cuts the still working and very tough Armor started to repair as her extreme physical strength and resistance to the Force combined with her armor served to reduce much of the Damage she would have otherwise suffered, though the wounds on her arm were quite visible. Without the pain regulators she would have been in immense pain. It still hurt.

Not disappointing, Tathra pulled a quick manuever, using his weght and minor shifts in position to bring the Axe for a follow up strike to her face. But the thing was, Laertia had prepared for it. She could see what he was going to do. As her tip cut into Tathra she executed a baseball slide with both knees, using her own spear to telekinetically rocket her forward and past his axe, while dragging her across the ground and behind him.

It would have been the perfect opportunity to attack. Except Sethrak got in the way.

She had been mentally unguarded for a split second and before she could attack Tathra, images of Sethrak began attacking her very close or far away, making her get away slightly from Tathra to swipe properly, only to realize, due to her own experience with Force Doppelgangers, that they were illusions. Cold will forced them out of her head and she focused on Sethrak while Tathra grappled with Caltin.

She sensed hatred and darkness in her opponent. Good.

She teleported to his side, spear spinning in her hands. Meanwhile, she conjured a Force Doppelganger of her own to try and Harrass and distract Tathra long enough for Caltin to possibly get a blow in.

She raced toward Sethrak at high speed, Alchemy destroying Lightsaber spear tip slashing viciously for his arms and chest, intent on ripping him apart for daring to get on the way of Tathra...this nuisance had stood in the way long enough...

Caltin Vanagor

Elijah King · Mar 23, 2021

Location: Tenchu-kai class Battlecruiser Bahumut, Roche Asteroid Fields > Sarka
Objective: Interdiction
Allies: Silver Jedi and friends
Opposition: Bryn'adul (

Tathra Khaeus ,

Galak , Ostak Cl'mana , Ver'kad Inuk)
With:

Gir Quee
Directly Engaging:

Roche remained relatively quiet during the latest Bryn incursion into the Northern frontier, but Elijah had still been reluctant to divert his forces despite seeing heavy fighting breaking out anywhere.

The Roche fields were right on the border of Sith Space, and his fear that even a partial withdrawal to provide relief would be pounced upon. Despite the unprecedented crisis with the Bryn affecting the entire galaxy, the Sith still continued to beef with the Jedi. From the military man’s perspective, it was utter madness, but he was in no position to stop it. He could only hope that people would come to their senses before it was too late, but as time went on, he was losing faith.

The Force was a curse, he had decided.

He had trusted Admiral Quee to oversee Sarka where the fighting seemed heaviest while he held the line at the border, but his calculus changed with his peer's latest transmission.

A second Bryn battlegroup had appeared over Sakra, the Bryn’adul flagship at its head. Their big hitters were massing, and it was a too good a chance to pass up and inflict some serious damage on their Command and Control and stall the greater sector-wide invasion.

“I see it. Heading to you from Roche, so it won’t be long. I want their flagship so don’t let them escape. I’d advise you to deploy any interdiction or mass shadows mines in orbit keep them locked into the system until I arrive. Sit tight.”

“Bahumut, plot a course for the Sarkan system. Aesir group, we’re heading out!”

Starting off with the lead battlecruiser, dozens of warships and fighter groups of the battlegroup blinked out of view as they punched into hyperspace.

There would finally be payback for Nar Kreeta and the other lost systems, and it would begin by gutting the Bryn’adul flagship, and hopefully their Chieftan right along with it.

Such success would be vicious act of divine brutality.

Ki'an Vizsla · Mar 23, 2021

Mathieu Brion & the SJC
Enemies:

Osam

It didn't take long for Mathieu to clock onto the unfolding clash atop the tunnel and was quick to provide assistance, likely identifying their enemy as being a worthy opponent, or so he hoped that was the case rather than Mathieu believing his ally to be an incompetent fighter. Still, there was no time to be self-conscious and he was grateful for the help since it drew attention off of him - though he wasn't entirely pleased that the focus was on Mathieu, not wanting his younger counterpart to get injured either.

Ki'an watched in shock as his opponent opted to mutilate himself soon after receiving a hit from the dart. It would likely serve as some benefit to him but at what cost? The effects of the poison would be unknown until they presented themselves. There were several kinds of poisons that were frequently used in darts, some more fast acting or potent than others but the Mandalorian had not tested any on a being of his enemy's size. Naturally, he hoped for some detrimental effect that would benefit themselves but it seemed the recipient had been spared of certain death.

The distraction and attack from the Jedi proved to be beneficial but the Mandalorian waited for his opponent to make the first move before making his own. He watched as the other moved to regain footing on the ground, keeping a blaster aimed on him should his trajectory change but it didn't seem like he was about to pull any moves and so once he was on the ground, Ki'an lowered himself to the ground above the tunnel in an effort to conserve fuel when necessary now he deemed it safe to do so.

He walked closer to the edge that was at the lip of the tunnel, ensuring to stay far enough back that he couldn't be easily ambushed by those exiting the tunnel below. Even though those on the 'battlefield' could easily see the striking red armour atop the tunnel, many were too preoccupied battling each other so in the few moments he could remain relatively unnoticed, he took the opportunity to administer a stimulant that he hoped would at least provide some aid against the overgrown enemies he faced.

Quickly, his attention snapped back to the battle and his gaze searched for Mathieu in case he needed support. He aimed a blaster towards the offending adversary but it was difficult to get a clear shot and while he trusted Mathieu could deflect any stray blaster bolts that came his way, he didn't want to provide any unnecessary inconveniences for his ally, especially if a mistake from his end could cost him his life, so he lowered his weapon, instead turning against someone who was a much easier shot.

Several duels and skirmishes were in full swing below so utilising his vantage point still he fired several bolts towards one of the Bryn who had his back to the Mandalorian but it soon revealed his position to those leaving the tunnel and saw the shots sailing from overhead. This time, his absent-minded nature got the better of him as he watched the horrors of the battle below as those creatures seemed to savagely tear at their enemies, momentarily oblivious to the vulnerable situation he had unwittingly put himself in.

His distraction combined with being at ground level meant he didn't see those scaling the rock beside the tunnel until he saw the head of a Sraelvun appear over the edge a few metres from him. Spooked, he quickly launched into the air to create distance between them and prevent himself from being grabbed as a large clawed hand swiped towards him. He fired off a round towards the attacker who took the bolt and fell back to the ground but it soon became apparent he wasn't the only one with the idea as a projectile sailed past his head.

The Mandalorian soon located the offender and sent a slew of bolts in his direction, though it was proving to be more difficult to aim accurately given his own need to evade the bullets soaring in his direction. However, thankfully his smaller size and manoeuvrability gave him the edge he needed to take out the enemy before he landed on the ground again and looked over his shoulder upon hearing the sounds of battling allied ships not far off in the distance. It was going to be a long day.

Seer Kalanthir · Mar 23, 2021

BLOOD GULCH

Objective: Coagulation
Location: Salyrini City
Allies: Ostak Cl'mana | Ver'kad Inuk | Badar |

Keldothera |

Galak |

Hrajlmak'Natok |

Primarch Drek'ma |
Enemies:

Jyoti Nooran |

Caltin Vanagor |

Gir Quee |

Elijah King |

The storm continued to strike out, enemies dropship were torn from the sky as the Burrowers rose into the earth, pulling from the annihilation. However he had to remain, the Overseer was right. The fight was not over, and he was not done using the storm the Jedi had conjured. Streaks of crimson lashed at the enemy ships moving closer to the gap; attempting to assist the Shipmaster Meldera. But as quickly as the storm turned its attention to the ships above, it fell silent. They needed to strike, and strike hard. Kalanthir reached out to the Shaman Beast Master, an offer to lend his hand in the next move against the Concord.

OSTAK. PREPARE YOUR FORCES TO ATTACK. WE MUST STRIKE AS ONE.

The Seer reached out to Hrajlmak as well, a Shaman he once was - Beast Mastery was still a talent of his. The Shamans, as the Ashaka did would coalesce under his banner as he focused his battle meditation on the Ra'maks and Phedraks, moving under the storm as cover. The storm itself, beginning to form into a whirlpool at its centre as he prepared for one final stroke.

TOGETHER MY BRETHRNE. THROUGH OUR DEVOTION, OUR STRENGTH GROWS! TOGETHER, WE WILL TAKE THIS SYSTEM AND THE NEXT! ASSIST ME NOW, EMPOWER ME NOW.

Across the battlefield, throughout the Burrowers now piercing the earth above to fight once more; the Shamans came together to aid the Seer. His hands, burning with red energies as ionic lightning shimmered and danced in the whirlpool at its centre. Slowly, the power began to build. The weather above Sarka turning to black clouds, fuelling the natural phenomena now almost entirely covering the city of Salyrini. Those below, would see only the red light. He allowed every death to fuel him, hundreds of thousands of Sarkans killed in the sheer destruction of the Concord and Bryn'adûl's clash. For every one they saved, a hundred move were crushed in their caves or burnt alive in crashing transports.

Now, it was the turn for the fleet.

I NEED... A LITTLE LONGER.

Mathieu Brion · Mar 23, 2021

Osam
Allied Tag:

Ki'an Vizsla

As the battle raged on behind him, Mathieu's focus was primarily on the Risen up high. This one seemed more intelligent than many of his brethren, indicating that Ki'an had done well in identifying the Bryn leader they were facing off against. It would not be long before the large monster started his descent. Mathieu loaded a few more L'Escargot slug into the revolver as the Bryn made his way down.

He feared that he would get overwhelmed as two more foes appeared from the tunnels but let out a relieved sigh as they were drawn away by the Mandalorian. "Thank the starts" he mumbled - a smile grew on his lips as he remembered his teasing of the medic earlier. The man was no proving exactly why he was such a valuable ally and Mathieu couldn't be more grateful for it.

He couldn't be grateful for long, however, as Osam neared with tremendous speed. As the distance grew closer, Mathieu fired two more L'Escargot slugs at the attacker, tolerating that he would have a somewhat poorer aim now that he fired them with his left hand only. But he did not do so without reason as he held his lightsabre in the right hand. As the attacking Bryn came near, Mathieu revealed yet another surprise as he activated the LPD-40 Icejet Miniaturized Cryoban Projector mounted on his left arm and sent a stream of cryoban towards his opponent.

They were close enough to the tunnel's mouth to be outside of the Frittata's thermal distortion field - this would make the battle extremely much harder for Ki'an and Mathieu but hopefully, it meant that the Concord troops pushing on from the other side would have a larger chance of surviving. Armed with Espresso Revolvers and L'Escargot slugs themselves, the more mobile humanoids started to employ more aggressive maneuvres as they pushed in on the Bryn who were presumably blinded by the thermal distortion field in a precise, calculated and well coordinated attack. While Ki'an and Mathieu were trying to take out the enemy command, their troopers were pushing hard to take out those who were blinded. The originally defensive formation they had kept and maintained had now turned into one of a potent offensive capacity, capitalising on the tunnel's collapse behind their foes.

While the troops behind them seemed to be doing well, things were that much harder for the pair facing the Risen. Mathieu was a seasoned user of Soresu but even then, it was a little too ambitious to fire his slug thrower and then the Icejet right before his foe's arrival. While the Gundark power armor gave him enough strength to go toe to toe with most Bryn, it did not make him that much faster - and so, the threat level of Osam's attack increased tremendously.

Even though Mathieu brought his sabre up to defend himself against the attack of his enemy, the knife still managed to get a slash by his upper left wrist - his armour kept him relatively safe but the Bryn was rather massive and so was his knife. A pained and long-winded scream escaped the large Padawan as he kept squeezing the trigger of his revolver to fire the remaining three L'Escargot slugs into his foe at close range. His hand probably wouldn't be of much use to him for the remainder of this fight - for not only had the knife manage to cut deep enough to actually cut at his flesh and cause tremendous pain there, it had also managed to destroy the Icejet. Fortunately, the cryoban exploded out from its chamber in an outward direction but with its close vicinity to his arm, the staggering cold was still hard to ignore.

As the last slug left the chamber, Mathieu brought up his lightsabre horizontally at full, slashing through the revolver and threatening to slash at his opponents wrist while almost definitely removing the blade from his left arm which he simultaneously tried to pull down to quickly rid himself of the weapon in his armour. Quick on the counter attack, the Padawan would allow his blade to continue on its path upwards and thereby maintain its momentum only to soon switch directions to crash down at his opponents exposed neck-to-shoulder area.

Galak · Mar 23, 2021

BLOOD GULCH

Objective: Coagulation
Location: Shield Generator Tower Exterior
Bryn'Bois:

Keldothera |

Sylok'Vanari |

Tathra Khaeus |

Primarch Drek'ma |

Kelmor |

Udomek Seker |

Osam | Badar | Ver'kad Inuk
Adversary:

Jyoti Nooran |

Travot Ravenna
Equipment: Triad | Armour | Shredder | Bryn Shot |

When the enemy soldiers turned their attention to the Juggernauts inside and the entrance of the Zealot, it allowed those behind the door free entry. Suddenly filled with dents, fired out from their hinges on top of the defenders; more Juggernauts pouring in from the back. Galak couldn't count how many, maybe twenty. Galak darted from left to right, decapitating one of the soldiers at the neck with his wrist blades as he felt the telekinetic grasp of the force pull at him, throwing his neck attack off as he dug his heels in. His strength, weight and the force protection provided by his armour stopped the telekinesis from having any massive impact, but he didn't deter from reciprocating the Jedi's feelings. Galak closed the distance, slashing the side of the Generator with his wrist blades as he moved closer to the Jedi; swiping out first with the shield on his right arm to strike the Jedi's saber away.

Around them, the Juggernauts fought against the opponents of seemingly equal strength, almost overwhelmed by the cryoban weaponry. But now, the Juggernauts were hitting them from both sides.

"Stop for nothing! Destroy it!"

Kal darted across the room, the Guard had moved into the way of his shots. From their own communications and their defending of the terminal, it was obvious that the Silver Jedi had some sort of nefarious plan. But they would not let it succeed.

"Destroy that terminal!"

Kal took a Kraker from one of the fallen Grenadiers, charging the weapons blast in his off-hand as he crossed toward the console; engaging in close quarters combat with the soldier in his way as the Juggernaut Heavies fired at the terminal with their Bryn Shots. The armour of his foe made him comparable to a Baedurin, stronger than the Zealot. Kal side-stepped from the strike of the Guard, his armour soaking the cryoban as he fired the Kraker point blank at the base of the terminal.

The Debaucher outside growled as the lightsaber cut through its exterior hide, the mixture of poison and the pressure of orbital fire causing the beasts to growl as it pulled back, wrapping all of its available tendrils around the Generator and pulling with all of its physical might - pulling downwards with its no doubt several hundred ton weight to rip the Generator from the ground, knocking some of the Juggernauts down in the process.

Osam · Mar 23, 2021

Objective: Chase The Weak
Allies: The Bryn'adul
Enemies: Engaging

Mathieu Brion |

Ki'an Vizsla
Equipment:
Kukri
Verikast Drone Armor
Assault Carbine
Pulverizer Sidearm

The continued push of the Frittata APC and the subsequent surge of the Concord soldiers had proven to be disastrous for the Sraelvun forces who had emerged from the tunnel. While they had already taken significant losses, the arrival of the reinforcing squad and the nature of both their weaponry and armor had meant that they were still able to put up hefty resistance to the enemy. The Verikast was excellent at dispersing the energy from blaster bolts, and each Sraelvun could tank several shots before the metal had begun to heat to the point of causing damage. In contrast, the massive rounds being fired from the Drones carbines would tear through a Concord soldier in a single shot.

Four Quilxyn Protectors had been provided to the squad - one for each of the squads that had arrived, and they had been working throughout the engagement in order to reduce the effect of cryoban weaponry and to nullify these blasts of cold utilized by the enemy. Their equal and opposite appeared to have been provided in the form of the point-defense drones utilized by the Concord forces. These minuscule creatures had performed a significant reduction of damage, but they were not equipped to deal with the nature of the APC.

The blindness struck quickly, the thermal dissipation making it impossible for the Sraelvun and their Risen Majors to locate the enemy properly. It was not only an absence of heat, but a distortion all over their vision, like everything had appeared simultaneously hot and cold at the same time. The fire of the Sraelvun turned wild and frantic, each one firing where they had been a moment ago in an attempt at striking whatever might still remain, but it was apparent that their aim was blind.

Elsewhere a few of the Sraelvun had fallen back in order to engage with the Mandalorian, sending bursts of heavy firepower soaring through the air after the gallivanting jetpacker. A set of four, in particular, seemed dead-set on eliminating the Mandalorian, each one moving to different corners of the battlefield so as to ping him from different angles with their weapons.

As the battle waged, Osam fought his own portion of it. Racing towards his target at different speeds and elevations had proven to be sufficient in order to evade a pair of rounds fired off by the Jedi, these cryo-ban heavy bullets smacking uselessly against the terrain. Osam had been caught up with avoiding the slugs, and so the sudden stream of compressed cryo-ban caught him by surprise. He flinched hard, but the substance clung to the front of his armor, his heat beginning to drop substantially at its touch. None had made contact with skin, but between the sudden glaring headache he felt as a result of the poison, and the stinging touch of the frost emanating from his chest, he was beginning to slow more severely.

His assault was frantic, and rabid, the slash of the kukri across the Jedi's hand drawing blood and stirring Osam onto the offensive. The ignition of the lightsaber caught his attention instantly, and he relinquished the attack, withdrawing his hand a mere instant before the saber could lop it off of his body. The kukri was coated in Barrash Oil - the same material that had covered the Burrowers after they had fallen from the heavens, and so it could survive contact with the saber far better than Osam himself.

The explosion of the cryoban emitter seemed to coincide immediately with the sudden impact of a trio of slugs directly into his body. The cryoban sprayed outwards, landing around his thighs, seeping past the Verikast there until it had dripped in a long stream onto his bare legs. There, the frost instantly coagulated around his body, his skin dying in a heartbeat as instantaneous frostbite ruined the nerves. The first slug caused significantly more damage, slamming against the Verikast, reduced in speed by the metal, it only barely passed into his chest, but the leaking cryoban spilling into his system caused its irreparable damage regardless.

He staggered back a step before the second slug struck him, this one ripping through the point-blank Verikast as if though it were nothing more leather. He felt the breath leap out of his body as the slug slid just past his lung, exploding out the back of his torso in a gory detonation that painted the backplate of Verikast in crimson. The third slug did what its companions had failed to do, and struck into one of the hybrid's organs. The backward pacing, and the impact had been enough to cause the hybrid to stretch enough for it to hit an entirely new area, detonating against his right kidney.

The organ responsible for cleansing the blood was relieved of its duty, vomiting blood and thin strands of tissue which had given it shape and form. The rupture was immense, and a single second after impact, the kidney itself split into two, folding inwards on itself and oozing toxins and agony throughout the remainder of Osam's system. This cellular detritus was frozen in place by the spewed cryoban, saving the Draelvasier from the slow and agonizing death of toxin buildup while simultaneously condemning him to nervous system failure.

Pain took a moment to hit this time as his body reacted to the immense trauma, his mouth agape as he staggered stiff-footedly away from the Jedi. Adrenaline flooded, but it could do little to counteract this level of damage, only managing to dull some of the fiercest sensations. Panic set into his head, animal fury telling him to retaliate with whatever he could, in whatever way he could - it wouldn't come.

Osam saw the arc of the lightsaber, saw its ignition - the sparking plasmatic core of the weapon approached like a razor through the air and he knew that it would cut his life short if it made contact. There were no clever plans now, not when death rapped upon his door with such fervor and agitation. Only the action and reaction of a bestial being remained, the hunger of conflict replaced with terror.

He flung his arm at the razor, delirium, and poison and cryoban pushed aside by fear and suffering and a desire to LIVE! TO LIVE!

The Kukri caught the lightsaber's edge, but it was not enough to parry it completely, only to deflect it from its original target to an area lower on the body. In this case, the weapon was deflected back towards the arm itself, slipping along the Verikast on his forearm until the plasma beam found an area where the armor gave way.

The searing scorch of the blade cauterized where it cut, and along with the Zealot's blade fell the arm which held it.

Osam gazed down at it numbly, the pain too much to comprehend, his legs shutting down as his body went into overdrive to use whatever energy was available to lessen it all. He fell to his knees, and the surge of vomit came out, spraying over the front of his Verikast plate in the process, dispelling some portion of the Mandalorian's venom and some portion of what was left of his own kidney and some portion of raw blood and musculature which had been rent by the impacts.

He couldn't raise his eyes all the way up to the Jedi's - he felt woozy, like he lacked the strength, and so he settled them into a gaze across the warrior's abdomen.

Ostak Cl'mana · Mar 23, 2021

BLOOD GULCH

POST: X
OBJECTIVE: ~~BABYSIT DREK'MA~~ AGRAPHOBIA (II)
LOCATION: BURROWER DESCENDING TO LAND ON PLANETARY CRUST, CITY OUTSKIRTS
DRAEL ALLIES ON OBJECTIVE:

Primarch Drek'ma (in relative proximity) /

Hrajlmak'Natok & co. (in close proximity) /

Seer Kalanthir (telepathic connection)
HOSTILES: SJC | Open to engaging up to 3 Jedi opponents
EQUIPMENT: Traditional Shaman robes
BEASTS: None

Seer Kalanthir said:
OSTAK. PREPARE YOUR FORCES TO ATTACK. WE MUST STRIKE AS ONE.

Very well. replied Ostak through the newly established telepathic link with the Seer. Strength and power!

The Shaman-Overseer had arrived at the bridge of the Burrower, its narrow viewports revealing steadily softening ground as it rose closer and closer to the surface. The Warlock commanding the evacuation force quickly came into his sight, slumped over in a shadowy corner. Now that Ostak's condition had improved, he could see that the Warlock's fatigue was just as significant as his own, his heavier armor notably damaged. Still, just like the Shaman-Overseer, the a fire in the Warlock's eyes seemed to hint at further resolve, a spirit that the dilligent Ostak found it easy to respect.

Just as Ostak was about to approach the Warlock, a sudden jolt nearly knocked him over.

"Beast Master Ostak, we're being pulled up into space by a tractor beam!" warned a nearby Aeravalin engineer.

The new, urgent dilemna made him forget completely about the Warlock. Ostak had a Burrower to preserve.

The great dropship was now being ripped up above the surface of Sarka, up towards space and the artillery of the Jedi fleet. Already, turbolaser bolts pounded the Burrower, threatening its early destruction. To avoid becoming prisoners of war, Ostak would have to act fast.

"Reverse thrust and use both Servitors and Guardians as anchors while we still can!" ordered Ostak urgently.

The Burrower's engines slowly but surely reversed their flow of power, slamming it down with the support of gravity rather than upwards against gravity as it did when surfacing. Still, the Burrower barely descended five kilometers before being yanked back to a standstill by renewed effort from the tractor beams.

[Now, line up the Servitors!] continued Ostak, sending the transmission to the Shamen below via his command stone.

The beast hangar doors of the Burrower burst open, four Servitors plunging down to the ground below. Thanks to the manipulation of the lesser Shamen, the beasts split into two pairs as they dove, with one biting softly on the other's tail to create a Servitor chain twice the length of each individual. The tails of both Servitor chains tightly gripped the Burrower's exterior, supported physically by Juggernauts and by Seers and Shamen through psychic means. The heads of the frontmost Servitors slammed into the crust, and the two Sevitor chains began to aggressively burrow, absorbing the occasional turbolaser bolt with a shriek of pain. Still, it would take more than Servitors alone to send the Burrower back into the ground.

Ostak knew that he alone lacked the power to command and anchor both Guardians, as controlling them was a feat that exhausted even the Primarch. Looking to emulate the spirit of teamwork and responsibility present in the Servitor chains, the Shaman-Overseer searched around for individuals with considerable spiritual power. That was when the Warlock re-entered Ostak's focus. As a commander of a large detachment, his power would likely be essential for controlling the Guardians. As he walked closer to the comrade, he realized that he was the infamous First Warlock himself, Hrajlmak. Without a doubt, the strength and authority of such a figure would ensure their success.

"First Warlock, please lend me your strength." stated Ostak, extending his hand to the nearby Aeravalin.

Travot Ravenna · Mar 23, 2021

Location: Sarkan Defense Force Command Center, Southeast Quadrant, Salyrini, Sarka
Objective: The Siege of Salyrini
Allies:

Jyoti Nooran

Allyson Locke
Enemies: Galak Tathra Khaeus
Equipment: listed in signature, Icejet Cryoban Wrist sprayer, 2 Coldblast Grenades

Travot frowned as

Galak briefly stumbled under his attempted telekinesis even as one of the Thunderhead infantrymen crumbled onto the floor under the Bryn'adul warrior's attack. The brute warrior jetted forward towards him even as he struck at part of the generator itself - sparks flew off the thick casing and the runes started to glow white hot under this fiendish melee assault. Has the Force failed me? What is a Jedi to do against such unstoppable hate and strength? His old master's words from his time before joining the Silver Jedi Order came back to him: A Jedi protects, a Jedi serves...

Rather than try to attack the incoming Bryn'adul warrior, the stretched out his free hand to produce a shimmering Force Barrier which enveloped him, Dav and the terminal console, and the handful of the few surviving Thunderhead infantry that survived the onslaught of the newly arrived bryn'adul brutes. Ravenna watched intently as the brute's shield swung towards his newly erected Force Barrier. Travot had never been particularly talented at many of the more arcane force techniques, especially those that involved the use of creating energy or many of its more mental attack, yet he did seem to be particularly gifted at creating and using many of telekinetic powers. He guessed that he could hold the barrier up for at least a few minutes against the firepower and physical strength that he could see thrown at him.

The generator groaned as one of the outer casing of part of the generator crumbled under the sustained crushing power of one of the Debaucher's tentacles even as smoke and sparks began to erupt out of another end of the generator. The jedi heard the distinct shattering of one of the crystal's in the device's interior. Yet Dav's jubilant voice rose above the death throes of the Starlight Scutum's main shield generator.

"It is done!"

Just outside the command center, patches of angry crimson light began to sporadically appear as a hole-riddled sphere which rapidly morphed and began to expand steadily outwards. As it surged outwards, the destructive shield became more contorted and deformed until it became an indistinguishable angry red haze at the edges of the city. Massive irregular gaps riddled the energy field - gaps large enough that even the Bryn'adul's burrowers could easily fit through and escape the ruins of Salyrini unscathed. With the churning lava produced by Bryn'adul underground activity that was originally attempt to destroy the city, the increased heat from supercharged the Starlight Scutum's geothermal power source - while highly inaccurate and far from meeting Admiral Quee's intention of destroying every single last Bryn'adul within the city's confines, that which it did hit it hit with great power. The jedi felt a wave of dread and sorrow emanate from across the city as Salyrini's shield was turned against it, attempting to disintegrate anything its imperfect barrier touched. The admiral was wrong to do this. Dav was wrong to do this...

Just as quickly as the destructive shield had spread across the battlefield, it receded - broken entirely under the pressure of the Debaucher's tentacles and the sustained fire of the Bryn'adul shock troops which had converged into the generator room. No longer could the shield be used to devastate the shattered remains of Salyrini or those survivors, Bryn and Concord alike, to inhabit it.

Travot felt a vaguely familiar presence in the Debaucher above him. Master Nooran. I could use some help right now. Myself and a handful of others are trapped within the shield generator control room. We're surrounded by enemy shock troops which mostly came through a tentacle of some....thing. The susevfian cast his eyes onto the brute in front of him, even as the Jedi held his saber in a guard position in front of him.

"Do you have a name, warrior?"

(OOC Note: All right everyone, the shield was expanded outwards (very imperfectly). If it's not clear enough in the contents above, there should be plenty of gaps/holes/tunnels within the expanding shield (and thus inside the city itself) for people's characters to NOT get hit by it. I'm not trying to autohit anybody here. Feel free to ask me any questions you have about it - only a few days of the invasion left!)

Ki'an Vizsla · Mar 24, 2021

Mathieu Brion & the SJC
Enemies:

Osam

With only two arms, there was only so much he could do to combat the onslaught against him which had soon become exceptionally difficult to evade, especially for someone of his skill level. He landed not far from the edge of the overhanging lip of the tunnel, intending to make good use of a few moments of being stationary to ensure for accurate return fire which soon found their targets in two of his adversaries. Being large and strong benefitted them at a close range but at the distance they were at their size worked less in their favour.

Still, perhaps he had gotten too complacent with the situation which enabled him to place himself in a position of vulnerability rather foolishly where he was unwittingly at risk of the backlash of the projectiles that launched towards him. While dodging them for the most part, he was not impervious to the backlash of of bullets so when one of the bullets slammed against the wall above the tunnel, the molten substance within splattered around where it collided with the rock.

Ki'an yelped in pain as the burning substance made contact with the gap between his armour on his left leg, causing him to fall to one knee under the searing pain of the ricocheted substance. His muscles beneath the burn ached but he attempted to remain steadfast, instead rising to his feet again to take another round of attacks. He fired towards the opponent who had attacked him, taking him out swiftly, though the others were proving to be something more of an inconvenience.

Being in the air provided a sense of security but also sometimes it meant you were too far removed from the battle to make a meaningful difference so he opted for a more risky move, though hopefully it would pay off. He landed on the ground, within melee range of two of his adversaries, and unleashed the flamethrower in their direction, at least allowing himself some defence, following the attack with suppressive blaster fire which eventually took them out.

Once his initial attack had been placed, he returned to the air since it was the safest place for him, and fired upon the two he had weakened until only one was left. The pair continued to exchange cross fire but becoming fatigued with the situation meant he began to become sloppy. He gave a sharp inwards breath as one of the bullets grazed the unarmoured part of his thigh, further highlighting the fact he couldn't return to the ground under any circumstances now.

It seemed he wouldn't need to take care of his own issues as the final Bryn he faced was taken down by shots from allies behind. He breathed an inward sigh of relief and turned his attention to Mathieu, searching for him on the battlefield. Once his gaze locked with the Padawan, he flew over and hovered a few feet above the ground beside the Jedi. "Are you okay?" He asked, looking at the other's wrist with a look of concern.

Mathieu Brion · Mar 24, 2021

Osam
Allied Tag:

Ki'an Vizsla

His blade had gone down along the Bryn's arm, dealing damage as it went until it finally hit something which was much harder to cut through. It was far from certain if the attack had even been necessary, for his foe already seemed heavily wounded. Mathieu took a step back, removing his sabre from the Bryn's arm, just as the Bryn had removed his knife from Mathieu's arm. He looked to the foe with a heavy breath, marked by pain from his wound. It was nothing compared to what the Bryn was likely suffering through.

It was, however, not a good spot to idly consider his next step. The battle at hand was not only against Osam, but also his followers who were blindly firing now that their sight was removed from them. While the Concord forces did suffer a number of casualties from the blindfire, they did seem to have a rather convincing upper hand and were pushing hard in their goal to wipe the Bryn force out. "Their leader is down!" Mathieu announced the good news loudly for his fellow Concord fighters over the coms, causing the troops to let out a victorious roar as they pushed on against their foes. Now with increase ferocity as they got into the closer rangers - for many of the soldiers carried similar arms to Mathieu, namely an Espresso Revolver with L'Escargot slugs.

Adding to the Bryn forces' troubles, Mathieu moved away from Osam to charge at one of the Bryn near the rear of their formation. The opponent only managed to turn around before the Padawan's blue sabre found its way in under the chest armour by the armpit, quickly killing the foe. A much less painful death than the leader seemed to be heading towards. The Padawan knew that continuing on into melee with a heavily injured arm was a fool's game - especially with most of his arsenal being depleted against the leader in the distance.

Making use of the power which his armour granted him, Mathieu picked up the weapon of the recently defeated opponent after sheathing his sabre. With carefully aimed shots, he started to fire at the Bryn from behind, letting their own massive bullets be turned against them in what would hopefully be a rather devastating attack. Watching as the bullets he fired quickly dispatched numerous opponent did bring a sense of heaviness to his heart, however. For, he knew that he was a significant reason for why Osam would suffer a slow and painful death.

After firing a few more shots, the Padawan walked back to his seemingly defeated opponent and was soon joined by Ki'an who hovered a few feet above him. Looking up, Mathieu let out a short "Yeah" as he readied the rifle. Standing just out of arms reach from the Bryn, he said a few more words to his Mandalorian ally "It would be good if you could have a look at my arm, but I feel like I have to do what is right first"

The creature in front of him, a monster by all definitions of the term, was still a living being. Mathieu knew that healing him was unrealistic - at least with conventional means and in particular his limited knowledge for healing through he force. The least he could do at this point was to end the suffering of his foe. With a sense of solemn bitterness, he spoke to the injured foe near him "I hope you are ready" before levelling the Bryn rifle against Osam "Remember the bright moments of your life" he said and let a few moments pass by before finally pulling the trigger and thusly launching a slug heading right towards the head of the Bryn leader.

Osam · Mar 24, 2021

Objective: Chase The Weak
Allies: The Bryn'adul
Enemies: Engaging

Mathieu Brion |

Ki'an Vizsla
Equipment:
Kukri
Verikast Drone Armor
Assault Carbine
Pulverizer Sidearm

In all of the years of combat, Osam had never truly known what it felt like to die. He had slaughtered and carved a bloody swathe across dozens of planets, exterminating hundreds in personal combat and battle. Species after species had fallen under the boot of the Draelvasier, trampled by their domineering military, turned into memory by the crack of their rifles. He had taken part in that xenocide, but he had never known what it meant to face doom the way that his victims did. He knew that sometimes it was instantaneous and that sometimes it was painful.

He thought back to all of the allies that he had seen terminated - from the Major of a few moments ago to the mighty Baedurin Juggernauts that he had seen decapitated by Jedi, and the Aeravalin he had seen crushed by vehicles and scorched with fire. Cataclysmic events had occasionally claimed dozens of them at a time, but sometimes the sheer number of such losses had made them more palatable. It was simpler to the hybrid to write off a hundred unknown Draelvasier than to watch them fall and bleed and extinguish in front of his eyes.

Now he thought that he knew the worst sensations of it. The numbness crept up through the core of his body like the touch of a parasite, causing shivering and chill in his veins. The pain that remained through the shock of it all was far worse, though, pounding into his system with every pulse of his heart, the beat sending blood leaking free from his wounds in sporadic spurts. It was agonizing and it was slow and he knew that it would end poorly for him, especially if the sound he heard did not deceive him.

They were losing the battle - at least they were losing this small skirmish. The battleground as a whole would perhaps be salvaged in one way or another by the Titan and his minions, but the squads that he had lead out to glory would meet little more than extermination. They were outnumbered now and out-gunned by the APC and the infantry who continued to push on them now that they could not see properly. Blindness brought panic in a way that casualties could not - helplessness doing duty along with the suffering of violence to create untenable morale.

He snapped back to the present as the voices of his exterminators resounded in quiet and seemingly docile conversation. Had they forgotten that they were in a warzone, or was the threat presented by his companions so utterly null as to leave them with no terror at all of retaliation. He didn't have the strength to turn his neck all the way over to his side in order to look towards the battlefield, and with the Frittata, he knew that it would be a pointless endeavor regardless.

His hand was still at his side, he realized - the one that was no longer attached was before him on the ground, but some piece of him still felt as though it ought to be connected even though his eyes told him it was not - and so he gradually allowed his fingers to twitch, to feel at the straps of his Verikast, at the supercooled metal that remained. It had served him well in the past, preventing him from facing eternal slumber on countless occasions. Yet, it had failed to prevent the cooling, and it had failed to prevent the lightsaber.

He heard the buzz of a Quilxyn as it did its best to provide assistance to the remaining survivors, terminating the chilling effects of the Cryoban rounds wherever possible, but unable to stop the physical trauma they still inflicted. It was pointless... a delaying of the inevitable.

The jostle of the gun caught his attention, and he forced himself to look upwards, straining his neck in the process, and wheezing breath in the process. It was a struggle even to do something so simple, but he knew that he had to see the human who would end his life. He looked him in the eyes, watched his lips move as they uttered a foreign platitude, a pointless gesture of charity made meaningless by the presence of malicious intent and the loaded rifle still in his hands.

Was it mercy? Was it a final rite that was being offered, or a prayer that he might be reborn somewhere in kinder form? Osam didn't know... he'd watched humanity and its alien allies mourn before, and they did it in a multitude of manners, each one different than the last, and each one seemed to accomplish little. The Draelvasier mourned too, he supposed, but they knew that there was nothing beyond this existence and no purpose in showing pity to a being about to die.

Blood drenched his character. He didn't like the idea that there was something after either. He didn't hope for anything else beyond his current existence. He knew that they had done all they had done in order to save the galaxy, to serve the Titan's whims and the Ish'makra's commandments, and yet he had never cared enough for those motives. He had fought because the alternative had been death and dishonor, not because he cared about rescuing the galaxy. He'd killed both man and Draelvasier alike, and chewed their flesh as a show of strength and personal prowess and power, because it was a testament to his worth.

His hand drifted still, hooking onto an object of significance at his hip, and gingerly directing it from within its holster so that it pointed out and towards the ground ahead of him instead of directly into the dirt below.

Had he fought so hard just to die here? Had he fought against circumstance and station only to be laid low by a single Jedi and his Mandalorian escort? What about all he had accomplished? What about all those that he had already butchered? Would their lives mean anything at all if his came to an end now? What was the point of the bloodshed if it didn't lead to some grandiose victory, to some unnatural usurpation of strength?

He didn't even have it in him to die on his feet now, but that was alright, he contemplated. He wouldn't let the Jedi deprive him of his destiny, of his place among the stars, of his virtuous ascension.

The smile was half-hearted, the pain turning it into as much of a grimace as it was a symbol of pride, but he forced it nevertheless, and though he'd not known the phrase before, he did know a statement in Basic that carried weight.

"Mercy." He spoke in imitation of the orphans and the widows, of the innocent and the guilty, of the civilian and the soldier. The word carried out in Basic was one that he had picked up on his first missions a decade ago, and he had locked it away in his heart as one locks away jewelry. The word had never been his, but the utterance of it was an assurance of what he had done - there was only one way that a Draelvasier learned a word such as "mercy" and that way was accompanied by the sound of rifle-fire.

His finger twitched at his side, and the Pulverizer Sidearm went off - the recoil enough to break the flange immediately, and to knock Osam towards his back.

He didn't hit the ground before the mortar shell struck earth four feet in front of him, and detonated with the same concussive force that had blown apart a wall of stone and rock earlier in the battle.

The world became dark, and Osam's thoughts ceased, the half-grin still plastered onto his mutilated form.

Hrajlmak'Natok · Mar 24, 2021

Objective: Agoraphobia
Post: 10
Allies:

Primarch Drek'ma / Ostak Cl'mana
Enemies: Gravity
Location: Ostak's Burrower
Equipment: Warlock's Armour / Battle Staff
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As if the dream were a cloud of steam, the world was dispersed by the Seer's words. His visage was now all that there was, and he spoke directly to Hrajlmak, same as he spoke to all other who could heed his word. He demanded support. And with his orders, Hrajlmak's five working eyelids burst open, his fierce red eyes glared at the feet of Ostak Cl'mana from across the room. He placed his hands flat on the ground, and pushed himself with a growl to his feet. His bare chest lifted from a pool of melted chitin and blood and dripped what stuck to the floor. The Burrower shook under the efforts of the tractor beam. Outside, a cunning plan played out. Servitors acted like chains, anchoring the Burrower to the air. Hrajlmak blinked, and made eye contact with Ostak. The two shamen immediately sharing their thoughts, with Hrajlmak learning of the situation.

At the back of his mind, locked behind a barrier of the subconscious, the dream still shook him. For all his years spent alone, whether in exile or self-imposed isolation, he had failed to solve his own conflict. He had failed to change. But in the seconds he slept, he learned more he could ever hope to in his lifetime as an intellectual and a warrior. He hastily strode to Ostak, two eyes keeping contact while the other three observed the room and the command consoles. He stopped short of the Overseer and considered what he knew. Servitors were a daunting task for any Shaman, and he had only become familiar with the new Guardians during this invasion. But he was already quite aware of their immensity, the Primarch's condition a testament to that. But in this final hour of the battle, a lack of ability was not to deter the Warlock. The urge to fight, to bloody one's hands, he crushed. "You have it, Overseer" he replied with a sincerity he had never seen of himself to the Overser's plea for support. If the Overseer needed nothing further, Hrajlmak had not lost the ways of the Shaman caste completely. He would fall to his knees, find peace in the moment, and invest every ounce of strength and cognitive focus to gripping the mind of one of the Guardians. Its mind was indeed immense, second only to the great Al-Hadad. But with no warriors, no battle, no fight to think about. Hrajlmak could handle himself, if only temporarily.

Ver'kad Inuk · Mar 24, 2021

BLOOD GULCH

Objective: Agoraphobia
Location: Chalacta > Sarka Atmosphere
Allies: Badar | Ostak Cl'mana |

Primarch Drek'ma |

Osam |
Enemies:

Gir Quee |

Jyoti Nooran |

Elijah King |

The fleet of the Concord did not submit like he hoped, instead sending a segment of their fleet to hold them off as they continued to strike down on their rising forces. Ver'kad could feel the sweat in his palms, but all he had to do was ensure that the ground forces were able to make it topside. The rest of their fleet would be underway within the hour, they just had to hold off long enough.

"Fleetmaster, we're receving word from Seer Kalanthir and Beast Master Ostak."

"To me."

Ver'kad could only reply with a nod, mind too focused on the task at hand. But Osak was right, whatever they were doing now wasn't working. He could see the display of the battle; watching as the Burrowers were shot down before they could even reach topside. So many brave warriors lost. Luckily, his craft whilst lower in number were not simply concentrated in one spot. They were spread out around the enemy fleet, allowing them to fire from all angles, what the Seer had in mind he could only guess. But all he could do was put his faith, his devotion first. The worlds of the Beast Master were shared by them all.

Focus now on strength.

"Now show them ours!"

The words resembled the real command in thought, the Butcherers opened fire with their beams toward the enemies circling ships, sure to hit whatever moved into the way of them as the Conquesters focused fire on the battlecruisers in play; beginning to move in close to break up the circling fleet and take some of the pressure off of Meldera. Their bays releasing Ra'maks and Phedrak fighters to engage in swarm tactics. The Fleetmaster's gaze tightened on a particular vessel, hands grasping at the railings at either side. Ver'kad recognised that ship; the Emerald Undertow, and this fleet. They had beaten him at Yurb, but not today. Ver'kad would prove his strength.

"Focus fire on the Emerald. I want that stain on my honour wiped from this galaxy!"

The words were filled with vitriol as the Fleetmaster pointed to the ship, the impressive array of ballista's opening fire concentrated on the Emerald as its main cannon powered up, a powerful stream of red energy brewing at the helm.

"Beast Master, Seer. Whatever you plan to do. Do it now! We shall strike them TOGETHER."

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