Bryn'adûl | Caught in the Act Dominion

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective A

Galak gave no assurances. Hrajlmak bared his teeth in response and moved to follow the rest of the unit. No time was wasted making their descent to the factory's bottom. The Rhivaks made their voices known in Hrajlmak's head and immediately a weight was lifted from the shaman's shoulders. The battle was turning in their favour. Of course it was. None could stand against the might of the Draelvasier. Of the Bryn'adul. An inevitable feeling of pride and excitement bubbled. The Shaman seeded the minds of his brethren with the confidence and acuity he now felt, sharing the pool.

[member="Galak"] / [member="Hrealga Nacht"]​

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective A: post 2

It seemed that everything went smoothly, with the bryn'adûl pushing through the waves of droids with relative ease. Hraelga on the other hand knew this was not as most of the drael expected it to go. They would be smart not to underestimate this opponent too much, she knew this out of experience with the attack on those derelict stations and unlike those, these seemed to be fully operational.

The main factory was a mess, droid remnants scattered all around while the Draelvasier of the Bryn'adûl horde were pushing through using their superior strength and currently their numbers, yet one slip up could turn the tides with ease. It was because of this that the Marauder wished to meet up with Galak, who among the brutes she knew stood out as a capable individual most worthy of promotion within the ranks for his exploits.

While she was waiting for the brute, all she had to do for now was to send out her own team of Zealots to assist with the assault, though they were not the strongest warriors in terms of strength, they were hard to match in speed and efficiency and it was that efficiency they needed at this point. "I want two of you to take point, scout out the area beyond the main force," Making a waving motion with her hand, Hraelga sent two of the Zealots on their way, while pointing at the control panels within the factory. "Destroy those, we can't have anything remotely accessing those and reactivating those machines. When you see captain galak, lead him to me...I want to have a full assesment of the situation."

@Galak Hrajlmak'Natok

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective B: Into the Belly of the Beast
Post Nine

​Tathra observed as the Zealot sprung to action, cutting down the stunned Sentinel with two quick blows. His ferocity was impressive. The Titan could not deign on the Zealots prowess for any longer, marching forward to address the immediate threat. Six more remained, two of which were slicing through the flung remains of their fallen comrade.

​A third and forth drew close to the Titan, both moving with blades extended. Tathra swung wide with his pommel, controlling the distance between the them before closing in on one with a single hastened step, outstretching his left arm; holding the Droid's blades at bay with the length of his Axe. Tathra marched forward another two steps, keeping the other Droid within distance; mindful of its approach as he quickly rescinded, causing it to miss its strike for his back.

​Pulling back on his right foot, he came into its guard; switching his Axe into his right, he cut the Droid in half as another drew close. The Sentinel came swinging for his head; the other he'd previously held off closing the distance as well. Tathra ducked to left, drawing closer to the incoming Sentinel Droid as it moved to swing, the Titan was faster- grabbing the Droid by its arm and holding tight, turning on his heel to face the Droid that had come at his before, right arm pulled close to his shoulder.

​In the motion of his movement, the one held in his grasp was thrown off balance; struggling to maintain a foothold as it was dragged along behind him. The third Droid clashed its blades with Tathra's Axe's blades, with so little space between them; Tathra pushed out with his right, holding the Axe at the top of its hilt whilst throwing the Droids blades upward. The droid in his grapple had regained its footing, swinging with its left arm as Tathra ducked; simultaneously swinging the pommel end of his Axe under the third droid to take it off its feet whilst also ducking under the swing of the grappled Droid.

​The titan quickly realigned his Axe, thrusting it threw the grappled droid whilst also twisting its arm inward and throwing the impaled Droid overhead, using the momentum to turn into a dicing slash that cut through the third Droid he'd tripped up moments before.

​Tathra'd had enough with the Machines.

​| [member="Aovinr"] | [member="Azarak Drek'ma"] |​

 

[Galak]

Objective A
Post Six
​Tags- [member="Hrealga Nacht"], [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"]

​Galak lead the two remaining Squads they had with them to the platforms below, reinforcing the Brute Unit below as Galak met with Captain Caeldra, a female Baedurin a little younger than him. However, he'd made sure that the other Brutes were prepared for the Droids. Even if the Hierarch and Ish'makra in their infinite wisdom sought to only prepare them briefly, Galak knew his compassion for his brethren to be their strength.

​"Captain Caeldra. What's the situation?" ​Galak asked, trotting up to her side with rifle in hand. The Shaman was in toe, but no introduction was needed; they'd all been briefed.

​"Captain Galak, Shaman Natok. We've disabled the main Factories processors, however the main elevator shaft has been disabled by the AI. The Droids destroyed the elevator before we could get close. There is an alternate route through the assembly line, but its lined with slug-turrets."

​Galak half scoffed, falling into a sigh as he loaded another magazine into his rifle. ​"Seems they've upgraded."​ Galak turned to the Shaman as two Aeravalin approached.

​"Captain Galak." ​The male spoke, face covered in leathers.

​Galak turned, recognising the armour configurations as Zealot Class. No doubt they were here for a reason, a moment later and the Captain recognised them from Marauder Nachts unit, her subservients. If it were anyone else, he would've been irritated by the interruption. Galak nodded in acknowledgment as the Zealots reported.

​"Marauder Nacht requests your presence in the Main Factory."

​"That's on the way to the assembly line."

Galak simply nodded, turning to the others. "Come on then." ​Was his only response before breaking into a jog toward the Marauders position.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective A: post 3

Already, one of her team had returned with some information regarding the progress the Bryn'adûl were making. It wasn't an easy task, certainly not when considering the fact that the stations they'd faced before were in serious disrepair and barely functional. These however seemed to be in top form and probably needed more than just a small team of zealots or the Creator on his own. Hraelga had already figured that this station's AI wouldn't be as lazy or as flawed as the one they'd faced before. After all, that was but one artificial intelligence controlling two stations while being in quite the sorry state, this one had to be more powerful, more intelligent and more ruthless.

"I grow weary of waiting, what's the assesment of the situation?" The Marauder sighed as her talons were tapping upon a metal pipe she was leaning on. There was at least some information she already gathered from the fact that she could see a platoon of brutes coming her way. "Captain Galak, good to see you're still standing...report the situation and your findings. I'm bored of waiting as some guard dog, I need action and I need prey."

@Galak @Tathra Khaeus

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective A

Hrajlmak remained quiet. Another Captain, Caeldra, explained the situation. They were being funneled through the assembly line. The droids were on the back-foot but evidently, defense-in-depth was keeping the two forces even. The Bryn'adul had strength, the automatons had numbers and environment. Hrajlmak bared his teeth in frustration and moved to follow the rest of the unit.

The Shaman's cloak idly passed over droid and Drael corpses alike. They came to a halt among Marauder Nacht's unit. The sight of reinforcements headed by a Marauder was a great relief. Yet Hrajlmak's frustration persisted. The two raid leaders spoke and Hrajlmak's eyes passed between them and the floor's lifeless decoration. Metal vessels and warm carcasses. His Aeravalin mind couldn't help itself. Occupied with curiosity he waited for the appropriate time to speak.

[member="Hrealga Nacht"] / [member="Galak"]​

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective B
Post 8
Tags- [member="Aovinr"], [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

​Within mere moments the two combatants removed four of the remaining six Sentinels from the equation. The Chieftain cut through them like nothing, destroying all in his path. As was expected of a warrior of his calibre. In all of the years of his service, the Primarch had seen so much combat. So many Warriors with the aptitude, with the cunning. Like the Zealot opposite him - young and brave. Yet they all had a breaking point, they all plateaued eventually.

​The Primarch sprinted to meet the two remaining Sentinels, outstretching him arm to release a powerful electromagnetic blast from his palm - knocking one of the Droids back into the wall with a hard thunk, its metal proportions bending against the interior wall; one of its vibroblades snapping off as it crashed onto the floor. The other he speared with his Glaive; driving the super-heated blade into its chassis and pulling hard to the left, throwing its weight to the side and cutting through its less armoured abdomen, causing the Droid to split in half.

​Including him. Even with all his power, there only seemed to be so far he could reach. The wounded droid fired a projectile from its broken arm; it speared into his side, gauging him. The Primarch shrieked painfully, releasing another bolt of electromagnetic energy into its head. The droid's singular bulbous eye shattered as the head shook, exploding mere moments after

​"We must continue."

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective A: post 4

Listening to the details given on the full scale assault, Hraelga clacked her tongue for a moment, trying to envision the layout of the facility correctly. It seemed that with the main force being funnelled through the assembly lines, they actually had managed to put themselves in a rather precarious position: Moving forward would take effort, time and above all...sacrifice. Though there was no doubt that the Bryn'adûl were more than willing to sacrifice their lives for the greater goal, the marauder doubted that the facilities back home could keep up if they'd be cut down by the scores.

"What if we circle the main force of those clankers?" She distinctly remembered that there were a few maintainance shafts and corridors between the larger facilities. There was also the fact that the more nimble zealots could be deployed to scale the assembly lines themselves and harrass the droid main force from above. However, as she was contemplating these possible next moves, Hraelga noticed an Aeravalin member of their kind approaching, yet keeping his mouth shut for some reason. "If you have any useful thoughts on the matter, do not hesitate to speak, Shaman."

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective A

Hrajlmak looked up from the floor and blinked away melted flesh from the previous battles. Clicking his thumb and index he made his way toward the gathered unit, stopping opposite captain Galak and the marauder. He spoke immediately and with confidence,

"We are on the final stretch it seems. According to our schematics, once we are through the assembly line, our path to the station's core could be the simplest leg of this operation."

Hrajlmak waved a hand in the direction of the assembly line. His angular features displayed stress. Concern.

"But that could quite easily be our defeat. We are in an environment entirely alien to us. A monument to all that we oppose. A heretical construct. We don't have the advantage of understanding. As we've seen, this is an active factory. For all we know, as we stand here discussing, they could be churning out countless heads to meet us in the next battle. Our enemy grows while we dwindle. This uncertainty adds to yet another disadvantage. They have the defense. They draw us in closer, they know their home and they have tailored it to their favor in battle. That assembly line, as captain Caeldra explained, is lined with slug turrets. They will no doubt meet us with a renewed force too. What we are looking at is a deadly funnel. We will be squeezed into a relatively tight space, against a fresh force and the rain of slug weaponry. I advise we quickly work out an alternative, or as marauder Hrealga said, we proceed with a flanking force that is able to do damage from an advantageous location."

Hrajlmak nodded his head and clasped his hands in front of him.

[member="Galak"] / [member="Hrealga Nacht"]​

 

[Galak]

Objective A
Post Six
​Tags- [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"], [member="Hrealga Nacht"]

​Galak's instinct was to nod in response to Marauder Nacht's comment. Her logic was able, and a purposeful secondary strike would divide the attention of the slug turrets and give their troops time to push through. As per usual, Nacht's plans were impressive. There was no speculation required as to why the Chieftain had chosen her as a Marauder. Her intelligence and tactical precision was incredible.

​Again, the Shaman showed concern; the Brute couldn't discern whether his opinions were based in logic and reasonable discourse or in a lack of confidence in the military might of the Bryn'adûl. The Brute Captain stretched his neck, double-checking the magazine. There was no doubt a tough fight was ahead, but the Machine Factory was limited.

​"No, Shaman Natok. Their plasma weaponry much less slug weaponry will do much against Rhivaks. We can push through with the Rhivaks, Brute Grenadiers can cover the Rhivaks whilst they take out the turrets. We can make the push." ​Galak had confidence in his Brutes, their Demolition operatives were excellent, and Rhivaks were tough as hell. He'd seen the Lowick Rhivak's ferocity up close when the Jedi General had been flayed and turned against them. Rhivaks were no beast to scorn, and a front row piece of the action could be seen as impressive to the right people.

​With eyes on the Marauder, Galak spoke again with reaffirmed agency; ​"With your leave Marauder, I will lead the forward push. Show this Shaman that his lack of confidence is misplaced."

​His proverbial chest was pushed out, standing up fully as his eyes jumped between the two. Galak wanted to push, he needed to prove. But not only that, he would show HIS strength through the comradery of his Brutes, strength through unity.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective A: post 5

For a moment, the marauder remained silent, listening calmly to the Shaman as he explained how he viewed the situation and brought up his own ideas and thoughts on how everything would unfold within the heretical structure they were penetrating with their forces. However, when listening to Captain Galak as well, allowing him to give his own assessment of the situation to fully understand what was going on and in order to prepare a fully fledged plan of operation, Hraelga suddenly clacked her tongue to silence both Drael.

"Plasma is more effective on our less armored brethren, while slugs are capable of penetrating some of the hardest shells our kind possesses, it would be best not to underestimate either type of projectile," Humming a bit, the former zealot caressed a certain part of her armored body, feeling the indent where once had been a small hole coming from a slugthrower having fired upon her from up close. Her wound from the cleansing of lowick had healed nicely, but there was still a reminder for her failure present. "Captain Galak, as the armored variety of our kind is less numerous, I want you to use them as shields for the plasma fire, force them to take down those hazardous obstacles. I will lead a team of my zealots to push through the maintanance tunnels and flank the enemy."

Turning towards the shaman, Hraelga clacked her tongue again, letting out a sound similar to a chuckle. "Shaman, you may choose your position...either follow the rest of the horde and attempt a break through or follow me and my zealots and show me your use for further, future endeavours...what will it be?"

Tag: Galak | Hrajlmak'Natok

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

“Hm”.

Hrajlmak contemplated. The Rhivaks were of course a force to be reckoned with. His only concern was their mobility. The plan remained to push through the assembly line supported by a flanking force of zealots. A good plan for a strong opposition. But his concerns remained. He looked to Marauder Nacht,

“It is crucial Galak’s force make it through. I will accompany him and boost his attack with my own influence. We will see victory today. Of that I am confident”.

Hrajlmak removed himself from the circle when it was clear there was no more to be said. Finding a relatively quiet spot he focused on the voices of the creatures he was to command, entrenching his connection with their minds.

Galak / Hraelga Nacht ​