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

[Primal Architect]

BLOOD GULCH
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For nearly a year, the Bryn’adul have slaughtered, unchecked and killing at will. Now, their hate-filled, zealous gaze turns to the territory of the Silver Jedi once again, striking into the territory of the Silver Jedi Concord across four systems in an attempt to sever their hold on the Auril Sector. At the heart of this conflict, the emerald planet; Sarka. The planet bleeds! It skies, filled with fire and smoke as the warring forces of the Silver Jedi Concord and the Bryn’adul clash.

Hammer meets Anvil.

Nothing but sheer force can hope to stop the Bryn’adul in their crusade to wipe the Galaxy clean of all weakness, of all division and impurity. For their will is too strong, and their devotion too great.

The Bryn’adul bring new instruments of war to bear against the Sarkan populace. Massive Burrowers, dropping from the sky like rocks of obsidian black cast by the Gods. Enveloped in fire they crash into the jungle, landing across the quadrants of Salyrini. Their war machines, powered by the screaming Errindak’s dig greedily into the rock and metal. Drums, echoing through the increasingly hollow planet as the Burrowers ready to deploy forces across the Capitol.

We are coming.

OBJECTIVE: COAGULATION
Bryn’adul forces move through the earth. Burrowers toward the southeast, southwest and northwest quadrants of the city in their heaviest concentrations. Attacking from all directions, Bryn’adul forces will be released all across the Capital to overwhelm the defending Silver Jedi and annihilate the native Sarkan population.

However, only about half of their Burrower’s retained their coating of Radesh Oil leaving many stranded underground, outside of the Shield Projected over the city. We must destroy the Shield Generator and allow for the rest of our troops to break through.

OBJECTIVE: AGRAPHOBIA
All across Salyrini, escape tunnels have naturally formed over time. Led by Primarch Drek’ma, the Bryn’adul use their powerful means of destruction to attempt to shut off any chance of escape or reinforcement for the Capital city.

We will bury this place.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

BLOOD GULCH​

Objective: Coagulation
Location: Burrower > Southwest Quadrant
Allies: Keldothera | Osam | Hrajlmak'Natok | Ursa Antar | Primarch Drek'ma | Galak | Kad | Sethrak | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Ostak Cl'mana | Krarolk T'manu | Sylok'Vanari | Udomek Seker |
Enemies: Ala Quin | Caltin Vanagor | Romi Jade
Axe | Gauntlet | Armour |

Black daggers shun in the light of the planet's orbiting sun, reflecting blades of red and gold as they steadied above the orbit of Sarka. They hung there in silence, like stalagmite bound to the vast void above. Only on his word did they drop, eyes looking about the faces of the Warriors at his side and below. Juggernauts, Shamans, Zealot, Risen, Drones. At his back, the Artificer Commander oversaw the Burrower’s launch. One would not think it, but it was always the Baedurin that seemed the most anxious. That was why they danced and sang, chanting as though the heart of the jungle was channelled through them. Feet crashing against the mental underfoot, fist against breastplate as they stared those they might never meet again dead in the eye. Telling one and other their devotion was necessary, turning that anxiety into fire. They set a fire in each other that burned so bright, their comradery, their unity illuminated the entire vessel.

Tathra watched the slow evolution, the growing frenzy within as his knuckles tightened round the bracing handle above; watching below as thousands formed into black columns working themselves into a fever for the battle to come. Without their devotion, they were only Draelvasier. Now, they were Bryn’adûl. He was proud, his unsteady hands grew calm as his mind grew focused, certain. For every inch of ground he gained, for however hard he fought he could keep more of his kin alive. For every bullet taken in their stead, for every battle lead, he could ensure their survival to the next. This was his duty, his devotion - of ensuring Draelvasier ascendancy.

The Burrowers propelled themselves into orbit, burning like inverted volcanoes charging down to the surface below. The walls around them, glowing shades of orange. The heat caused the massive ships to shake and the metal to groan. The Errindak within the vessel screamed as its flesh was burnt away, charred by the sheer heat of the drop, the smell flooding into the interior of the ship, driving the Savages wild with hunger.

Good. Or so he thought, they would need it.

The shock absorbers of the Burrowers nearly snapped in half as the massive vessels crashed into the planet surface, Tathra’s legs bent - joints buckling under his own weight as his entire body shook. It made him feel old, muscles already tired as the day grew longer still. The Artificers were screaming to one and other, Sraelvun scampering along the lengths of the interior moving about to repair the vessel. They activated the drills. The sound of the machines nearly deafening as the Errindak’s gave their all to push the Burrowers through Sarka’s crust.

“Prepare for deployment!”

His heart was thumping in his chest, adrenaline surging through the crimson mass of carapace and muscle. Claxons blared with the sound of warfare, the call going out across their entire invading force alongside Tathra’s words. The Bryn’adul warriors were preparing to fight. The Titan took the Axe from his back, nodding to the Artificer Commander to begin moving through the Capitals shield wall. All across the Capitol, the Burrowers would use their Radesh Oil coated exteriors, moving to bypass the underground shield wall. They had remembered Yurb.

The Humans had it wrong.

Old dogs can learn new tricks. Plenty.

 

[Galak]

BLOOD GULCH
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Objective: Coagulation
Location: Burrower > Southwest Quadrant
Bryn'Bois: Primarch Drek'ma | Osam | Keldothera | Hrajlmak'Natok | Udomek Seker | Kad | Tathra Khaeus | Sethrak | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Ostak Cl'mana | Krarolk T'manu | Ursa Antar | Sylok'Vanari |
Equipment: Triad | Armour | Shredder | Bryn Shot |

The sky was filled with shadow, the new dropships the Bryn’adul engineers had designed, burrowers. He’d never seen a planetary landing vessel like it, one of these alone could take a city. Galak sat in one of the many hundreds of Gunboats lodged inside the Burrower; among him were Juggernauts of the 10th Regiment, most of them had fought at Yurb and Nar Kreeta and all across the seven systems they took from the Silvers. They’d seen what the Jedi were capable of, every time - even at Yurb they had militarily dominated their enemy. Now, they moved onto familiar territory. Galak stood up, his fist slamming into the right side of his breastplate as he addressed the Warriors of the 10th Regiment;

“We have them, my brothers. Today, we will show the Silver Jedi what it means to be sons of Khaeus!” Galak’s fist beat against his chest; bone trophies rattling against the armour of his thighs. He hunched down as he looked to the closest of the Juggernauts, encouraging them to join in the rhythmic beat. The veterans among them joined in the quickest, spurring the youngest among to it.

“We live and die for the Bryn’adul! For the Titan, for our devotion knows no equal!”

His words were met with roars, this singular Boat was one of hundreds. Inside one of many Burrowers, a microcosm of what they were. And it was beautiful to him, he would do his utmost to see the day won. He was sick of seeing his brethren fall, he remembered their names. Every time he deployed, he learnt the names of all thirty Warriors inside his Gunboat. Some from previous deployments, some new. He always learnt their names, any other Drael might’ve thought it was silly. But it was unity that made them strong, and remembering the fallen that made every battle to follow all the more important. He turned on his heel, away from the noise of the battle-ready; linking with his mind stone into the communication systems of the various Gunboats.

“Warlord Galak speaking, weapons check. Prepare for drop! Bring me a Jedi scalp today, and I’ll promote you myself!”

He was half joking, half not. He didn’t want glory seekers, but there was glory to be found. Today was an important battle, many systems hung in the balance. They had to win, to free those systems from the oppression of the Galaxy. It was necessary, and he was devoted entirely to the task. The Gunboats shook in their deployment bays as the Burrowers dug into the surface of the planet, his in particular aiming for the southeast quadrant. He could hear it, the churning of rock beneath their feet like a drill inside his head. The voice of the Artificers came over the communications;

“Twenty seconds till Shield breach.”

They remembered the nasty tricks at Yurb, so they’d coated their deployment vessels in Radesh Oil. They’d bypass the shields, and get right into the good stuff. Galak checked his Triad, loading in his personal favourite explosive rounds. Ready for a fight.

 

[Gir Quee]

Obective One: The Siege of Salyrini
The Bryn'adul once again rear their mighty war machine against the free peoples of the galaxy. Crashing down onto Sarka, the Bryn'adul horde have renewed their onslaught by attempting to overrun the subterranean city of Salyrini, home of the locally powerful Sarkans. Jedi and Antarian Rangers face off against fierce and cunning Bryn'adul warriors, even as the Silver Jedi Concord fleet flies in to provide reinforcements to the beleaguered city. Temporarily daunted by the city's shield system, the Bryn'adul horde seems posed to attempt yet another genocide...

Native Sarkans and alien survivors from previous Bryn'adul invasions have been trying to evacuate from Salyrini through Salyrini's network of tunnels that eventually lead to other cave systems or paths deep in the world's jungle. Some of these hapless civilians are injured and barely hanging on by thread, while others are more well off, some even trying to escape with their valuable nova rubies. A motley group of Jedi and others has joined these groups, trying to shepherd them to safety of waiting evacuation ships....

 

[Val Drutin]

Objective: Agraphobia
Location: City outskirts
Gear: Armor | Lightsaber
Accompanied by: Alyosha Drutin
Alyosha's Gear: Armor | Lightspear | Rifle
Tags: Open for business, baby

The sky was dark and foreboding over the city thanks to the invaders' ships crowding out the sunlight. Val revved the engine on his speeder bike just for kicks, then turned toward his brother Alyosha. "You ready?"

Alyosha sat behind him. "Where do I put my hands?" he asked.

"Not on my waist."

"Why not?"

"It's weird."

"Oh, come on," Alyosha laughed. "You're my brother."

"It's still kind of weird."

"It's only weird if you make it weird."

Val paused. "... it's not getting any less weird."

"Well, you're a little weirdo."

"No you." But Val pressed the pedal and the bike lurched forward, speeding along the edge of the underground city.

Both brothers were untried when it came to fighting the Bryn'adul. Alyosha had made the decision to come here first, wanting to assist Laertia Io and kill some crabs, while Val opted to follow in order to help Alyosha. The Dancer Knight had gotten a taste of war at Dantooine, and craved more. Neither had a particularly good grasp of the danger they were putting themselves in, but they would soon find out...

 

[Vexander Graves]

Objective 2: The Ruby Paths
Equipment: JSTP Armour | The Cyan Blade |
To Engage: Primarch Drek'ma
88th Einherjar Cyan Company | Silmeria Supply Squadron

These monsters know no limits or boundaries... they dare to attack innocent planets... no wonder why Romi and Jend endorsed the attack on their homeworld... it didn't turn out to be what they expected due to the circumstances that unfolded at the moment, but this time around things would be different.

Nevertheless, the objective this time around was slightly different, the Jedi Master was not going to be engaging the enemy head on and instead, he had brought over the 88th Einherjar Company along the Silmeria Supply Squadron from all the way from Jakku to assist the Silver Jedi. The main objective was to help the civilian population to escape and if needed, engage the Bryn'adûl to protect and cover the escape.

But this time around, Vexander was not inside the tunnels helping the people to hurry to the evacuation ships, instead; the Jedi Master as standing close to the UTCJ-70E Squadron that he brought over with him and his personnel to help in the quick withwral from planetside.

The men and women of the Einherjar were strategically stationed across to protect the Silmeria Supply Squadron... and there, just over the entrace of the tunnels remained the bearded Jedi Master, using the Force and extending his senses in a defensive manner to jump when ready if the situation arose.

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[Sethrak]

Post: 1


Objective: Coagulation

Allies: Bryn'adul

Foes: Open to engagements, all non-Bryn, Alakor

Inventory: 1x Barad Kukri X Theron Armor X





Location: Burrower, in the air, Northern Quadrant

Sethrak was having flashbacks to the last time The Bryn attacked below the surface. It hadn't gone well with The Warlock losing most of his forces when the tunnels collapsed. He hoped this time things would be different. However if things went the same way as last time, it wouldn't matter, The Bryn'adul would be the decisive victors as always. They were a storm. A storm that no shelter could protect from. A storm that didn't dissipate, but instead grew stronger as it roamed. A storm of fire and fury and death. And Nothing could stop them.


The past had shown that the only foe the Bryn should fear is themselves. The heretics, Sethrak one of them, had come close to bringing the machine to its' knees. Weakened from that internal conflict, The Bryn'adul suffered a defeat, but once the heretic issue was suppressed Tathra led the Drael to a massive victory, celebrated for days. Sethrak only hoped their weaknesses hadn't been revealed. If The Jedi, or Sith, or anyone with power knew that a defeat could turn them against their leaders, it could be catastrophic. These foes could get into the minds of the Drael and make the heretical thoughts much stronger. If that happened, The heretics like Sethrak wouldn't be able to return to their senses. They would be blinded by their ignorance, enhanced by the foes.

There had to be a counter to this scenario, but Sethrak didn't yet know it. Devotion had to come from more than the indoctrination of all Drael during their creation. It also needed to be more than respect and fear coming from victories. The Bryn would likely face a few setbacks again, and that couldn't be enough to shake the devotion of so many. Perhaps a new way of indoctrination. One that taught not just the basic ideas of Drael culture, but one that taught of the trials that came with this ideology.

But that was for later. For now there was a battle to be won. Sethrak made a few last-minute adjustments to his armor, something he often didn't wear as it restricted his mobility. Not much, but all armor would restrict mobility to some extent . For The Warlock he particulary disliked the effect the armor had on his sensory. He could usually feel the slightest shifts in wind, temperature, etc. With the armor his feeling was masked. It was a fair trade in the end...the extra protection in exchange for an extra millisecond of reaction time.

Comfortable with his adjustments The Warlock examined his blade: A Barad Khukri, stolen by him when he was a heretic. He enjoyed using the weapon, it was fast, and cut through bones like a foot through water. He expected the blade would slay many foes today....he had just sharpened it a week ago after sparring with his troops. Those very troops were with him today. His garrison from Lothal, now nearly elite forces from experience and training. This battle would be the one to solidify their status as elites.

The plan for The Northern Quadrant was to flank the Jedi, make sure they had no escape route. They would be terrified as Drael moved from all sides to slaughter them. Many of Sethrak's men had already landed and burrowed underground, some hadn't made it through the shields. Hopefully his burrower would. Once he landed he would take to the frontlines where they would engage the Jedi and their defenses...some kind of turrets were reported to be set up as well. They must be desperate.

At last the time had come...thirty seconds till they either passed the shields or got swatted away like insects.

Sethrak held his breath.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

BLOOD GULCH
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Objective: Agoraphobia
Location: Burrower > Shield Exterior
Bryn'Bois: Galak | Ostak Cl'mana | Krarolk T'manu | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Keldothera | Tathra Khaeus | Udomek Seker | Kad | Ursa Antar | Sylok'Vanari | Sethrak
Enemy: Vexander Graves
Equipment: Staff | Cuirass

The Burrower he currently was not filled to the brim with Warriors, Guns and Machines. But rather, the superior elements of nature. He and a dozen Shaman Beast Masters, oversaw the vast collection of beasts. Opposite him, a long circular spine of columns upheld a group of Servitors, the telepathic prowess of his subservient Shamans already at work, keeping them calm and within their restraints. Directly below the command platform was a housing platform, holding dozen Reavers; large cobalt blue skinned creatures capable of defending their more vulnerable beasts. Below that again, nearly a hundred Excavators, small Servitors outfitted with drilling equipment.

Drek'ma personally disliked the decision, but he understood that they were a useful component in the Chieftain's game of war. The Burrower's descent had been something different, a vessel of this side crashing into the surface of the planet would no doubt ravage the local landscape. Like vast black crystals, they ravaged the planet - moving through the surface with great agile speed. They had coated their machines with oil allowing them to surpass the Shields of the city. Twenty seconds.

Drek'ma turned to Ostak, his right hand in this scenario - Chiefly senior among the other Beast Masters present. The tall Aeravalin's staff echoed quiet steps as he slowly encricled toward his fellow Shaman round the Artificers.

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

His words were cut off as the entire Burrower shook, battering against the shield like a wave against the rocks. Drek'ma howled in surprise, Staff and bent legs keeping him upright. Voices of confused engineers and Artificers filled the Burrower, the beasts below were nearly pried from their chassis' - chaos was on the cusp. The Primarch resumed a controlled posture, stemming his frustration at such an immediate setback.

With the flick of his wrist, a red visualisation of their exterior was generated in the open air; they had been stopped by the Shield.

"Sire, our Burrower has been unable to penetrate the shield."

The Battlenet joined in the chorus, similarly occurrences throughout nearly a half of their deployed forces. His heart, he knew with this misstep their would be criticism. But it was not his fault, the foolish naves had no doubt improperly coated the vessel.

 

[Laertia Io]

Wearing: The Morpheus Chitin

Armed with: The Sword of Cinndurr

Momentary Discomfort

Crime Hunter's Pistol (Cryo Configuration)

Stouker Concussion Rifle

With: Syd Celsius (Syd's Equipment: Phyre's Armor, Energy Bow, Wind and Fire Wheels)

Nuetralizer Model 1 (007 Thousand)

Advanced Model 1 ( 007)

Nuetralizer Prototype

Advanced Prototype

The Serpents of Ashla

Came to Sarka in: Scorched Earth

Objective: BOTH, Friends.


Whatever Syd's growing doubts about the war Laertia waged on the NIO and GA, the ultimate goal in Laertia's mind had yet to waver: The defeat of the Bryn'adul.

Another society in danger of Extermination. Laertia couldn't watch it happen again without doing everything in her power to stop it.

She had all but begged The CIS to send what warships they could spare, and had managed to get a few heavy droid carriers with heavily reinforced armor to carry two Veteran legions of Nuetralizers, survivors of the campaigns at Generis, Ziost, and more recently Serenno. The rest she had been forced to divise means of smuggling the rest of them in Cargo Haulers days in advance, using her Nuetralizer Androids to kidnap and impersonate Key Port Authority Officials into letting the dodgy shipments through.

Others had been already present, using their Light Side Signatures (Which wouldn't feel different to real Jedi until they started fighting) to allay the suspicion of any Silvers who tried to investigate what was in the Containers (As well as deeply, deeply unethical sorcery).

Laertia and Syd had punched through, Syd clad in the one armor of hers that offered the best protection from acid, a skintight white and gold catsuit. Laertia was clad in possibly her single most powerful Armor. She felt different in the Force to Syd now, the Light twisting and coiled by force around her instead of being guided by it. It was almost Sith Like...edges of frustration, but not genuine malice or hate. Merely cold, unyielding determination.

This was the thing Syd loved about her...that unshaken, proud will...and it was the one thing in Laertia Syd feared would be Laertia's undoing, if it hadn't been already...

The Armored Star Courier punched through enemy lines with the carriers, which took heavy damage as they made their way down to the Capitol, Syd piloting the Courier and gunning down everything in a way that made Laertia's brain gurgle in lust for Syd, only the life or death struggle letting her restrain the sensation from going into their bond...for the most part. Syd giggled at some of the imagery Laertia involuntarily let escape her mind.

The carriers began deploying her sons in drop pods as they were in range, dropping them all over the city, though some pods were concentrated in problem areas. Her two primary children, Lyssa, possibly one of the most dangerous Droids in the Galaxy, had been deployed near the outskirts with a squad of Nuetralizers to link up with Alyosha Drutin and Val Drutin to help do some damage.

They landed close to the shield wall, where the Draelvasir had yet to reach, landing. As soon as Laertia stepped off in her silvery armor, she was immediately confronted by a squad of Jedi and Antaran Rangers.

"You dare to show your faces here?" The Jedi in front, a burly, muscled man in full armor, brandishing a Lightsaber.

"Yes." Laertia stated without emotion.

"You've murdered Jedi, turned your back on our code, slaughtered our allies who fight for freedom against the tyranny of Sith Oppression, and now you do a complete one eighty to condescendingly offer us aid after all the pain, all the suffering, all the friends we lost to your blade and your perverted allies?!" He sputtered in indignation and disgust.

"Not Condescendingly..." Laertia replied. "But...yes..."

Without another word she brushed past him to head towards the Shield Generator. He stood there, blankly, unsure how to react before reluctantly shutting off his blade to her, realizing he had way bigger problems than trying to arrest a Black Knight who wasn't here to kill him.

It wouldn't have done him any good, because a number of people around him stopped hiding their bodies and presence with the Force. They wore dark and silver armor with a visored mask and helmet, twisting the Light around their bodies just as Laertia did. Syd whispered a spell that made the shield wall open a small area for her and her retinue to pass proper to defend the shield wall

The Jedi scowled at these hidden and unwelcome newcomers, one of whom made the Devil Horns Sign with his hand to troll the Jedi and the Rangers as they passed by...as the Veteran Nuetralizers began to pour into that area, setting up defensive positions, barricades, heavy repeater and Machine Gun Nests while they still could, Nuetralizers deploying from their cargo containers at various landing areas began to pour into the streets, creating near instant chokepoints, their cryonic lasers boosted in power as well as their T-007 Ion Disruptors, Rocket Launchers, and Blaster Chainguns. Many were also armed with Stouker Concussion Rifles, and began to viciously murder any Bryn'adul they spotted, Gassing or blasting them to pieces either with their service weapons or those mounted direct on the chassis.

"Master! We can't just let that traitor into the city!" A ranger protested.

"Which do you think is the bigger problem, at the moment? We can arrest her and her friends after we hold Sarka. Now lets go..." the Jedi grumbled, clearly very unhappy at what he had just allowed...

Meanwhile...

Lyssa the Advanced Prototype, and First Daughter of Laertia waited for Val and Alyosha, along with dozens of Nuetralizers setting up traps and choke points, waiting for the inevitable hoarde.

Lyssa, made to resemble a pretty young woman wearing glossy, silvery biker leathers with black spikes on the jacket took a last minute quick check with her Brother, Hadrian who was doing Similar things in the tunnels below, setting up dozens of traps and nests of condensed machinegun fire with cryonic tips to try and stick it to Bryn'adul , quietly helping out the forces of Vexander Graves from the shadows, their stealth units feeding him sonar movements and believed armaments of the enemy to his officers on encrypted, untraceable comms. Though the murderous skeletons were the stuff of nightmares to any who encountered them, they never touched Civilians...

"Hadrian, you ready?" Lyssa asked.

"Like an Anakin who just found him a Padme." Hadrian the Golden Prototype replied.

Lyssa giggled at the dirty joke, "I love you Brother. If you die, take as many as you can with you.

"We shall make them fear us." Hadrian assured in a scary James Spader like voice before turning his comlink off to finish prepping the Resistance. His brothers opened fire on what they saw as soon as it came into sight, and soon he was directing and coordinating attack and defense wirelessly, each crazy for Bryn'adul blood on a level that would have creeped out no less than Michael Meyers himself...

Lyssa spotted Alyosha and his brother, waving them down a d running up to them.

"Greetings..." she said with dissonant serenity. "I am Lyssa. First Daughter of Laertia. Please select a difficulty of one to eight for global thermonuclear asskicking."

Primarch Drek'ma

Ostak Cl'mana

Tathra Khaeus

Udomek Seker

Keldothera

Ursa Antar

Sylok'Vanari

Krarolk T'manu

Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir

Kad

Gir Quee

 

[Ala Quin]

Objective 1: Opposing Tathra Khaeus , working with Caltin Vanagor , Romi Jade​

Delight. Childlike. Joyous. Even at least, pleasant. These were words that had been used to describe Ala Quin in her past, but never warrior. She knew combat, and had studied it, but the degree to which she disliked it was noticeable. So for Ala to be in a state of mind that spoke to battle readiness was a drastic shift in her persona. The Bryn'adul did that to people, changed them.

As obsidian vessels rained down from the heavens, Ala could only look up and reflect on her encounters with Draelvasier so far. They remained as violent, and as blood thirsty as ever, but she...well, she was changing. She had thought that the Bryn'adul could be reasoned with, or at least influenced with the Force towards a path of gradually lessening destruction and chaos. But they never stopped. Never. Stopped.

As the crushing weight of their Borrowers broke through into the caverns of the city, Ala looked up to see one of them rip through a building, crushing it under its immense weight. The building had been evacuted, but the destruction was complete and entire.

"This is it," she said, casting a glance and the Jedi stalwards around her who were all giving each other small pep talks, "focus on the light. Don't give in to your hate." The words seemed hollow to her, as if they had lost their luster in the relentless crushing weight of the Bryn'adul menace.

The door to the borrower, some hundred metres from their location, creaked open. A deluge of Drones poured out en masse, running with reckless abandon at the beckoning call of their master. The command rang forth from the Jedi in charge of her squad. Stand the line.

It was easier said than done when the wave of pale skin fiends hit their line. Light saber blades slashed through the first wave, who fell stubbornly to the ground, their thickened skin absorbing the initial blow and taking an extra push from the weaker Jedi such as Ala. The extra time dispatching the first ranks, saw the Jedi on the back foot for the next, and the did indeed take the step back that was necessary. They slashed again. This time a few Jedi fell, and the line broke into pockets of resistance with less coherance.

It was then that the Jedi unleashed their Force abilities, shielding themselves, pushing Drones away and drawing some into a stabbing trust. Shots rang out from a distance, pinging into Jedi armour to Ala's left. "Sniper!" Someone shouted at her.

"On it," she said without hestiation, jumping to the nearest rooftop and navigating her way towards the Borrower in the distance, dodging between cover, weaving to throw off their sights and Force Shielding her way through the open spots with no cover.

Finally she rested with her back against the wall of a fooftop stairwell entrance. There was movement atop it, someone lying prone, breathing controlled and patient. Ala's pulse slowed, resting into the moment. She turned, igniting her saber as she thrust it into the wall and lifted it upwards cutting through the wall, then roof and finding an increased resistance as he blade sliced through the torso of the Drone marksman atop the roof.

She shuddered, hating that it felt good to outsmart the cretin.

 

[Gir Quee]

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

Elder Vil stroked his reptilian chin as he watched the holo-tank in the Sarkan Defense Force command center as tactical icons expanded across the world. Calm blue friendly icons began to spread out through the city, even as angry red ones multiplied across the expanse surrounding Salyrini. It was a good trade thought the Sarkan elder. Thousands of trinkets and baubles are certainly worth thousands, no millions of lives... In exchange for vast amounts of nova rubies, Salyrini had been garrisoned with dozens of regiments and battalions from the federal Silver Jedi Concord - Subterranean Armor Regiments, Skytroopers, Aerial Mechanized Infantry, Expeditionary Armor and Infantry Regiments all backed by smaller numbers of more elite Antarian Rangers and other smaller formations. He watched as one Avril Besh Aerial Transport loaded with power-suited infantry departed from one of the city's towers before racing off to reinforce the immediate area around the command center. The holo switched to show hundreds of Clodhopper-class Subterranean Crawlers rumbling deep underground under the aegis of the Starlight Scutum Shield to areas where the Bryn'adual appeared to be according sensor readings. Other vehicles of the Subterranean Armor Regiments followed behind the tanks in the newly created tunnels. Change has happened so suddenly...new technology...new enemies... If only we had the time to change ourselves...perhaps we would not be reliant on outsiders to determine the destiny of our civilization, for better or worse....

Elder Vil continued to stroke his chin.

"Status of the shield, Tissh'ar?"

"Still holding."

"Good. And our reinforcements?"

"Inbound. Admiral Quee is leading a sortie of warships towards the Bryn'adul landing sites right now."

(OOC Note: Silver Jedi writers and our allies, please feel free to use any of the units (or small parts of it) listed above in your posts as you like)

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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 ( Galak ? kind of in the same general area if you're interested in interacting with some intruders)

"You're a wuss, we should be out there meeting them hand to hand," said Sariya, "not cooped up in some command center thousands of meters in the sky."

"I am certain that the Bryn'adul would agree with you," said the blonde man, leaning over the rail of the holo-tank, "but you'll have to forgive me if I don't. A bryn'adul is probably the only species that I wouldn't consider having a conversation with."

"That's technically an inaccurate statement," quipped Ariela, "there are multiple species within the Bryn'adul."

"It applies to them all then," said the admiral, finally turning his gaze up from the holo-tank, "Commander Tonos, fire on that burrower near the Southwest Quadrant of the city per our pre-arranged standing orders with the main batteries and Auras. Fire at will on all other targets - relay that order across the fleet."

"Aye sir."

Surrounded by a host of escorts ranging from gleaming black Deshet-class Heavy Carriers to minute Gregale-class Heavy Fighters and Firedrake-class Gunships, the Emerald Undertow wafted towards the mountain that contained Salyrini. Smoke rose up over the fetid jungle where the Bryn'adul craft had crashed into their targeted landing zones. The blonde man found the ships entirely ugly, yet he could not deny their effectiveness when combined with the unusual qualities of Bryn'adul biology. The flagship abruptly slowed before its main batteries and gravity guns rotated to lock onto the grounded enemy starship. Abruptly two of the main batteries opened fire, unleashing thousands of the gun's specialized Kinetic Shells. Combined with the shearing ability of the Auras, the Emerald Undertow sought to batter and further rend the hull apart and ideally discombulate the Bryn'adul still inside the hull. This barrage briefly ceased before the other Ragnarok Battery fired, unleashing hundreds of more shells. Unlike the previous shells, the shells themselves weren't exactly weapons, but rather rather a means of transport. Boarding shells crashed into the grounded Bryn'adul starship or the ground around it. On the fetid jungle floor, each shell released dozens of Cottonmouth Battle Droids which promptly began to burrow deep into the ground to search out nearby Bryn'adul forming underground while those shells that crashed into the burrower itself unleashed hulking mechanoid Legionairre Battle Droids, which began to carve their way deeper into the insides of the vessels using their vibro-cutters.

"Knock knock," muttered the admiral.

 

[Kaleleon]

LOCATION: Escape Tunnels
OBJECTIVE: 2, Shepard civilians to safety.
LOADOUT: Saber, Pistol, Holster, Jumpsuit, Poncho, Gloves, Lodestone, Gel Packets,
ALLIES: Auteme
ENEMIES: Bryn - OPEN

"Come this way! Move fast but be careful!"

Standing within a doorway down the length of tunnels that led outwards of the city, I ushered people to begin making their way outwards towards the jungles of the planet. The aim was to have them disperse enough, that the Bryn would not be able to get everyone attempting to escape the city. Many others were doing this as well. With some even standing guard to the exits of all the places they could so then the bryn would not chase them.

The ground shook and rumbled with the introduction of the Bryn'adul. Their war machines attempting to take over the capitol city. Attacking the shield that would defend the city. As soon as the final person passed me, at least for that group of people, I moved out from the doorway. Making my pathing back into the city. Hoping to gather more so that I could lead them into the tunnels to leave. I had to do all I could in order to make sure that if the shield failed to hold, it would not become a blood bath for the Bryn once more. Already I have aided the Silver Jedi in times such as this. Attempting to make sure people got away safely. That is, at the cost of my own life.

"Hey! Come on! There is an exit here!"

A group of people that seemed to be all of the same family was looking upward to the sky. Watching as the biological constructs of these beings were raining down like hellfire upon the shield. Attempting all they could to break or even bypass it. It was the father figure seemed to heed my words. Coming towards me, and I indicated the exit.

"There were others just down the street!"
"Don't worry. Get yourselves to safety."

Nodding his thanks, he grabbed a little girls hand and led her towards the exit. Hoping that they would get out.

Turning around, I noticed a rather familiar face.

"Hey, Fancy seeing you here Auteme!"

It seemed forever ago that Auteme had been a Jedi I had worked with to escape the Bryn when their forces were only beginning their advance into Silver Jedi territory. Seeing her again was nice, but I would have preferred it to be under better circumstances.

"Do you know how long the Shield will last?"

 

[Keldothera]

BLOOD GULCH
​

Objective: Coagulation
Location: Burrower > Southwest Quadrant
Bryn'Bois: Galak | Ostak Cl'mana | Krarolk T'manu | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Tathra Khaeus | Udomek Seker | Kad | Ursa Antar | Sylok'Vanari | Sethrak | Primarch Drek'ma
Enemy: Anyone plz
Equipment: Armour | Splitter | Crippler | Carbine | Dual Shredders

The last thing Keldothera saw as the Burrower went underground was a hail of fire that would've impressed any Draelvasier. But her heart sank as far as it could when she realised where it had struck. She couldn't tell if the Chieftain's Burrower had made it underground; nearly all of had, almost all of the way to the shield in mere seconds. Her legs almost came out from under her at the thought of it, Tathra gone in a blaze? No. But she couldn't show it, nobody else had seen it or so it seemed. The General didn't know what to say, but it was her duty to report it.

The decision weighed on her mind, with all the sudden confusion because of the radesh oil not working on some vessels but not others. The last thing they needed was the possibility of the Chieftain's immediate demise. She hoped in her heart the Burrower had escaped. Their Burrower pushed through the shield, its coating of Radesh holding up as the massive vessel passed through. Keldothera was relieved, but Tathra's fate still weighed on her.

"Burrower has successfully passed the Shield Barrier."

It was all she could manage in that moment, the Burrower continued to dig through the earth; moving round the edges of the city as it peered through one of the many walls of the city - demolishing buildings in its way as it continued. Keldothera leaned over the command console, linking into the Battlenet. She had to speak up, do what was right by her Warriors. She was nervous to speak up, but this couldn't be like Nar Kreeta, she had to put her ego aside. Her devotion to her kin was what mattered. She switched to private communications with the Warlord.

"Galak, I saw Tathra's Burrower get attacked before we were fully submerged, it looked like the entire orbiting fleet targeted his Burrower. Couldn't get a good look to see if it made it."

A rocky start, not too dissimilar to Nar Kreeta. But she knew each of the Warriors at her side were devoted, they would see this battle through. And Keldothera would prove herself a good General.

 

[Rom Kallung]

hey, soo
can i join this in objective 1

 

[Udomek Seker]

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 | Tathra Khaeus | Keldothera | Kad | Ursa Antar | Sylok'Vanari | Sethrak Sethrak | Primarch Drek'ma
ENEMIES: SJC Open

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The Chants grew louder as the Burrower began its descent. Right arm and then then left arm beat of the chest keeping in rhythm with he chants. The right hand and left hand slapped off right thigh then left thigh. Then back to beating one’s chest, the metal of the armor as it smacked caused small sparks from metal-on-metal contact. Udomek kept up the rhythm with his fellow Juggernauts even as the Burrower rocked back and forth.


The war drummers in his head along with the chants and chest beating had him bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet. He was far from the only one, even outsider had been looking on they would swear this packed area was about ten seconds from breaking into a mosh pit. Keeping in rhythm the younger Juggernauts as Udomek was began slapping the chest armor of the soldier next to them, to keep the one next to them pumped.


Everyone was itching to fight, the green ones ready to prove their mettle. This was to be Udomeks first conflict as a full-fledged Juggernaut in the Bryn’adul. He wanted to face off against one of these Jedi things, he heard they were supposed to be some of the best the Galaxy had to offer but others had told they were over hyped and rather tiny well most of them.


The Burrower rocked heavily this time, enough to cause the chants to die down for a second or two. However, as the rocking did not stop the Burrower’s movement the chanting resumed. In those few moments break Udomek found himself quickly checking over his armor and weapons once more. He did not fear death, but he wasn’t willing to accept it if it came at the hands of being ill prepared.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Battlewear: Knight-Errant Armor.
Weapons: Staff Lightsaber | Force Imbued Blade | CS.38 Tactical Side-Arm.
Allies: The Order of the Silver Jedi.
Squad: Antarian Spec-Ops Unit "Lykos".
Opposition: The Bryn’adûl.

The time had come once more.

The last time the Bryn'adul had struck out at the Silver Jedi Concord, seven worlds had been consumed by the encroaching horde, overrun, masses lost to the slaughter of the tyrannical beings with a seemingly endless and insatiable thirst for death. They arrived within thousands, striking in legions and overcoming their opposition in often brutal melee combat, a strength not often matched by your average man or woman, not without the training and firepower to greet them.

Caedyn Arenais had been among numerous other Silver Jedi and Antarian Rangers taking part in the ground defense of every battle that the Bryn'adul had brought upon them. He had seen the results of a successful defense and the sheer relief of civilians who had survived, yet he had also suffered alongside his peers in defeat, forced to retreat during times where the Bryn'adul had been too much and worlds had been lost as a result. Entire populations massacred, and the technology of these brutes changing the face of every battlefield.

They weren't the kind that could be reasoned with, out of reach of political alms, only responding to one language.

War.

Caedyn stood within the underground city of Salyrini, The men and women of Lykos Squad present with him and doing one last check of their firearms in preparation for the battle to come. They had been fighting alongside the Jedi Knight for a time now, earning their veteran stripes through the many battles against the Bryn'adul, yet despite the experience behind them and the familiarity they held to their enemy, every encounter was vicious and chaotic, with every chance of it being their last were they not performing at their best. Even then...

"Sir, the perimeter has been breached" Tarlou Losi reported from the rear of their formation, one ear to her comm's head unit while she looked on ahead to Captain Joshua Harris, sparing a glance at Caedyn too. The unit had come to take a certain amount of confidence from the Jedi's presence in their assignments. They knew that Caedyn couldn't perform miracles, couldn't keep them from taking a slug to the vitals in every combat scenario, yet even so, the Jedi were known for feats above and beyond, and their service to the Galaxy was easily admired from the outside.

"That's our call. Gear up Lykos, we're going to support the front" the Captain responded, giving the unit their instructions. Before long, they would all be picking up the pace and seeking the outskirts of Salyrini where the first reports of Bryn'adul activity were being reported.

Each member of the squad with their rifles shouldered and at the ready, while Caedyn held his lightsaber firmly within his right hand, silently dreading the violence that was to come. Not out of fear, but the regret that yet again, so many would fall for a nonsensical cause.

Spoiler

Invaders: Primal Architect | Tathra Khaeus | Galak | Sethrak | Primarch Drek'ma | Keldothera | Udomek Seker
Defenders: Gir Quee | Val Drutin | Vexander Graves | Laertia Io | Ala Quin | Kaleleon

 

[Osam]

Objective: Agraphobia
Location: Burrower
Equipment:
Kukri | Verikast Drone Armor | Assault Carbine | Pulverizer Sidearm
Allies: Bryn'adul
Enemy: Mathieu Brion

If there was one part of a battle that worried the hybrid the most it was always the terror that accompanied an orbital drop. He could easily hear the sound of his brethren around him, each one stirring in their own way as they waited for their arrival upon the surface. The Baedurin continued their chanting and shouts, and the Aeravalin convening with one another, discussing where to utilize their beasts of battle, or occasionally working to calm those creatures themselves. That left the Sraelvun and their Risen commanders to chitter and chatter among themselves, or, to do as the First of their kind always did - to methodically arm and rearm his weapons, to load them, to unload them, to check that they had been properly attuned to the planet's conditions.

He thought that he might be able to hear the shrieking terror of ravenous Savages elsewhere within the Burrower's form, but they were distant enough that he didn't need to worry about them developing any sort of sudden cannibalistic urges. If the thinking and capable Sraelvun desired such flesh, then there was little doubt in his mind that the unthinking savages would be quick to turn on their comrades if their pangs of hunger were stoked to a great enough degree. Regardless of that ever-present danger, there was a far greater one to worry about for Osam.

The fall lasted an eternity, even with the stabilizers and the mechanisms that they had put into place the lower the sensation, Osam felt that he could feel his stomach rising within his body, set free from the remainder of his organs by the anti-gravity of inexplicably rapid descent. It might have all been in his head, but if it were, it was a terribly realistic affliction. He hated the feeling of landing somewhere, crashing down upon the surface with such deadly force. What if they were shot out of the air by a defensive cannon? What if their shock absorbers failed and they slammed into the ground with such speed as to become paste?

There was no talent or grace in the fall, only raw chance and statistical likelihoods, and it frightened him to no end. When at last the Burrower had completed its landing, striking into the underground with expeditiousness and excellency, he breathed a sigh of relief. Their sudden inertia, however, came to a jolting halt as the Burrower made contact with the shield implemented by the SJC. It seemed their Barad oil had worn off... they would need to work on securing the perimeter while their brethren worked to disable the shield.

 

[Kad]

BLOOD GULCH​

OBJECTIVE: COAGULATION
LOCATION: Burrower > Southwest Quadrant
EQUIPMENT: Glaive | Shredder [2] | Splitter Bow | Armour |
ALLIES: Udomek Seker | Galak | Keldothera | Primarch Drek'ma
ENEMIES: Caedyn Arenais |

The Gunboat was one of four hundred and eighty, from the outside one wouldn't know anyone or anything important was in the individual Boats. Not unless somebody told you, that was what Gredak sought. When he entered a Boat, even if he was simply one among nearly eleven-thousand he wanted everyone to know he was here. He was devoted to their ways, to honour his kin and to honour himself by seeking worth pray in battle.

Yet, in all of his years of service he had not retrieved a trophy from a truly worthy foe. Some among the Bryn didn't care what you claimed to have done or others said in your name if you did not carry a trophy that proved it through memory inscribing. Today, that would all change. The two Shredders slipped onto the magnetic holsters of his thighs, the Bow on his back tightly wound round the bronze tinted armour. He held the Glaive in his right hand, the smooth metal hilt cold against bare red fingertips. They had been lucky, their Burrower made it through.

Alongside Gredak in this boat was another Shadow, alongside an accompanying group of Juggernauts all lead by two Majors. The Burrower came to a stop, crashing through one of the large towers extending up to the top of the tunnel through to the ground - the massive building falling into rubble around it. Claxons and drael tech burning red. The Burrower was ready to release its forces into city.

Warlord Galak or the Chieftain had likely given the order. The faces of the Burrowers opened, the front-facing segment of the ship, unbounding itself from one in other in thousands of rows lke black teeth. From within the Burrower, six thousand Savage Drones poured out from the mist. Above them, nearly five hundred gunboats poured out from the interior of the ship. Alongside them, nine squadrons of Phedrak Fighters shot out like buzzards into the open spaces inside the underground city.

Gredak turned to Udomek, the Juggernaut next to him as the Gunboats deployed all across the Southwest quadrant, specifically choosing to descend, hovering above open groups of civilians - the metal beneath their footing heating up as the molten plasma throwers socrched the ground and Sarkans beneath them.

The Zealot smiled to the Juggernaut as the deployment hatches began to open.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...​

Location: Salyrini
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"
Desbre Gensan , Milya Vondar (both unless specified)
Tag:
Invaders: Primal Architect | Tathra Khaeus | Galak | Sethrak | Primarch Drek'ma | Keldothera | Udomek Seker
Defenders: Gir Quee | Val Drutin | Vexander Graves | Laertia Io | Ala Quin | Kaleleon

One week... ONE KARKING WEEK without some kind of drama... all I want.

He needed a vacation.

Technically he had a long one.

Stop with that garbage.

It seems that this world, this galaxy was true "Chaos", from infighting Sith, almost like some deity made comics of them, to Jedi who needed to learn the meaning of the word, to these Nerf Herders. The ice on Rhenvar was almost looking like a welcome change at this point to him. In fact after the last invasion the "once again" Massive Jedi Master was ready to actually relax for a few days and sit in one of some classes that were being taught, or maybe take in a show, or whatever. It didn't matter. He didn't want to be a Jedi for a couple of days, he wanted to just be himself.

Then these Sculags show up.

This planet has some great shipwrights that is why he was here. "The Starlight Sentinel" needed an upgrade on lateral controls and this was the place in Silver Space to go. That is why he was here. Then the word came, and these ships show up and all Mustafar was breaking loose. Massive borrowers tearing through shields, ship after ship landing. These monsters tearing through local defenses. There was a thrill to their actions to them, this was sport, it was a game, it was hunting... it was ending now.

Pulling both Conservator and Vanguard, it was not often, in fact never, that Caltin used both of these lightsabers at once. That was the situation as this was an overwhelming force. That meant to him that he didn't and wasn't going to hold back. No, not at all. They did not value life, but he did, those of these people, not these invaders. When he witnessed three of them torturing and slaughtering a family who only wanted off the street? No, no quarter. He was not losing his cool, Caltin was too old for that, but he was able to call on old feelings, old methods. He was able to callback on the old mindset he once had. They didn't deserve otherwise.

They ruined his vacation.

Leaping, with the assistance of the Force into a crowd of Bryn, no doubt "foot-soldiers", Caltin was glad to have range of motion in his shoulder again. It was sort from the battle with Grundark , but he finally had it back to one hundred percent because he would need it. This was definitely a time where he was actually glad that he did not have Desbre Gensan and/or Milya Vondar with him. He did not know where they were or what they were doing, but today his Padawans were best kept where they were. He knew that Des could handle herself, he'd seen it, but he was still learning Milya. It was for his peace of mind that he wanted them away from here, especially since neither of them had ever seen him fight to this level or measure. None of the Silvers had.

The more these Bryn attacked, the harder he fought, using every trick, every method, every move, every weapon in his personal arsonal. No, he was not some "Uber/Super/Manga/BA/BAMF Jedi"...

... you know... actually...

Let me tell your story. He was not some unbeatable force, but he knew when and when not to hold things in reserve, this was not a time to hold things in reserve.

The one Jedi in the area who did know what he was capable of, she was who he was fighting his way to, Ala Quin . He had to let her have her space and be the Jedi that she was meant to be, but he could still be protective, and this was one of those times where he would not be at all apologetic. There was something that was going to happen, something that he could feel in his bones, and the big guy was not going to let it happen if he could. The problem is...

... could he stop it?

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 2
Objective: Coagulation
Allies: Bryn'adul
Foes: Open to engagements, all non-Bryn, Alakor
Inventory: 1x Barad Kukri X Theron Armor X
Location: Burrower, the Shield, Northern Quadrant

The Burrower shook, forcing The Warlock to bend his knees and hold on to avoid falling. Then there was a wave of heat, then a massive BANG as chaos was unleashed. Behind him the Burrower was gone, the sky and shield were visible through the new tunnel created from the burrower. As the Burrower spun uncontrollably through the ground Sethrak realized now that the engines and about a fifth of the machine hadn't made it through the shield. No doubt the oil had either been applied wrong, or shifted due to the wind of falling at such speeds. The front still worked. The machine was going to burry itself, but with the exposed back, dirt would pile inside the machine and bury Sethrak and his 6,000 troops with it.

Panicked, The Warlock tried to come up with a solution. He found nothing. With no time left, he braced again as the machine somehow continued as it was supposed to. Instantly chunks of dirt flew upwards and behind the burrower, falling inside the exposed machine and hitting the Drael. Sethrak had no options, he couldn't use The Force to push things, thus he couldn't create an invisible shield that would give the Drael time to escape. Nor could he repair the machine without time and materials.

They'd need to suffer this burial.

"Drael! Hear me!" He shouted, The Force enhancing his voice so all 6,000 soldiers could hear him over the chaos. "We are about to be buried by dirt. Together we can survive this! Hold your breath. When we stop moving, every one of us will push, and dig our way out of the machine. This is our only hope. For The Chieftain!"

He hoped they would survive. The Drael had massive lungs, powerful lungs, capable of storing breath for a long time, but perhaps not long enough to get out of this machine. Some would not survive, either choked by the dirt or crushed by their fellow troops. Especially the Srael, whom made up the majority of the forces. They were small, they would be crushed. It wasn't fair...to die such a way with no chance to fight back.

They would be avenged when he got out of this metal, dirt-filled tomb.