Bryn'adûl | Derelict Station Dominion

[Bralor Azkaroth]

Objective B
Post 5

Bralor waved his arm using the cosmic energy to absorb a blaster that otherwise would half blown his head off, using the power he’d just absorbed he thrust his other arm the same way he would in a physical fight and unleashed the energy against the offending droid.

“Hold! Wait for my order!”

Bralor forces were gathered around him anxious to charge and wipe out the threat. Bralor himself was trying to draw fire away from them to focus on him knowing that he could handle anything they threw at him while conserving his troops and trying to find an opening. Bralor made a half hearted gesture at a couple of droids on the flanks that were targeting his troops. They responded accordingly and targeted him with computer analysis. Bralor saw his opening.

“Now!”

The Brynádul charged as one two of them going down under an array of bolts, but the rest of them swept, crushed, mangled and ripped the droids to pieces. Bralor grunted satisfied. Bralor however didn’t assume the threat was over, that assumption had nearly cost him the battle, even though it was sucha minor skirmish in the scheme of things, it reminded Bralor that anyone could fall at anytime even in a relatively unimportant actions. Strategic or otherwise.

“Search the Hangar destroy any droid you find even if they are unactivated.”

Bralors roared in victory having been given permission to be let of the leash they destroyed any mechanical monstrosity they could find, there Zealotry being proven in their furver.

Bralor turned his attention to the blast doors that seperated his troops from Hraelga. Gathering the energy around him, he closed his eyes, he breathed in an almost chant like state, his breathing actually being in time and tune to when he meditated. The power drew to him, and gathered around him with each breath waiting for the right peak moment. Bralor’s eyes snapped open and he unleashed the torrent of energy like a small hurricane of heat and force. The force met the doors. What happened was when an unstoppable force meat an immovable object. Well in this case the object was destroyed.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Objective: A
​Post: 9

​​​​The Defender droid carried the Chieftain a few feet, crashing through the cranes and defunct droids before Tathra found his feet; flipping droid over him and into the ground, manipulating his weight to thwart the Defender droids efforts. The massive droid crashed hard, causing one of its thrusters to burst.

​The droid rose as quickly as Tathra, slashing at his left knee as he rose; causing him to fall again. Then, in with its left blade at his neck. Tathra raised his arms defensively catching the blade with his right gauntlet as the left slammed down on the droids arm; snapping the sword from the wrist of the Defender. Pulling back and slamming his left palm openly against the chest of the droid, his right ripped one of its legs from its socket.

​"Weak."

​One thing was certain to Tathra in that moment, the Station would be destroyed. He didn't care who was inside it, including himself. This corridor was one of maybe a hundred. These Stations, and wherever they had come from were a threat to the Draelvasier. They were a threat to everything the Bryn'adûl stood for.

​The droid slashed at his face, striking across his nose - cutting a few inches deep. Tathra staggered back, seething with rage as he tightened his left hands grip in resilience as his fingers tore into the metal, refusing to release the droid. His right hand came low, thrusting into the mid-section of the Defender as he raised the droid above his head, tearing it in two.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective B - Station Beta

Post 7

-Clanking the Clunkers Pt 3-

With a few more of the corridors to go Hraelga regrouped the Volrath squad at Radec's location for a moment, trying to have a look at the partial schematics the Zealot had already managed to gather. "So...if we're here and Bralor's at the hangar bay here," Her claw like fingers reached for the map and past through the orange and sepia colored display of the surroundings, while she tried to figure out how they'd go from there on out. "We could try and sweep up those other spaces while waiting for Bralor's troops to find a way to breach that blast door. However, we have no idea what else might've been triggered. It's like this place is alive and just waiting for us to trip up something again."

Radec showed a slightly worried expression when Hraelga mentioned this, looking at the schematics for a moment. "I suppose these spaces might actually indicate where these clunkers are being built, it's like this whole station is some sort of mobile invasion platform. If this thing had been fully functional, we'd have needed a much larger force to deal with it."

Now it was Hraelga's turn to be rather perplexed at such an idea. It was indeed true, that if this station were to be fully functional, there'd be much more issues and trouble for them to dismantle and eliminate the threat. "Allright, you just focus on getting those communications fixed, The rest of us will check the remaining two corridors, group up here when you're all done cleaning up." With that being said, the Volrath squad split up again, with Hraelga taking the last and final corridor all the way at the back on her own. There wasn't much to see, besides loads of inactive, partially built or partially worn clunkers, most in pretty bad shape at the very least. However, it did make her wonder just how such a thing like this would be used by the fleshlings, if it was something the fleshlings used to begin with.

As she was pondering about that, she nearly tripped over a droid, yet as she looked down when she had managed to refrain herself from tripping up, she suddenly heard a buzzing sound, followed by a pair of strong, alloy fingers grasping around her left leg, gripping it tightly and revealing a four-armed droid slowly gaining full function again. "You got to be kidding me..."

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Bralor Azkaroth"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
​Post: 10

​Tathra wiped the blood from his chin with the knuckle of his left hand, flicking the thick substance from his finger with quick motions of his thumb. Tathra had not anticipated such a fight from androids, frankly he didn't know what exactly what he had anticipated. A droid station showing up on the edge of their borders was something he'd been unprepared for.

​Turning to see to his troops, Tathra saw they had lost five of their twenty. Five Baedurin warriors lost to machines. Tathra ordered his troops to gather the weaponry and their tags.

​"There is no glory, no strength in this death. Their lives are wasted. Do not waste yours." ​Tathra spoke loud and as an authorities, cold and factual. His hubris may have cost their lives, but ultimately - he would learn from his mistakes.

Tathra knelt down, turning over one of the fallen Brutes - removing his tags. Looking into the plain, lifeless faces of the fallen Brutes - he knew he'd make it right. Draelvasier lives would not be so easily wasted as the lesser species of the Galaxy. The titan would make sure of that.

​"The Stations command centre. That is where we must go."

 

[Galak]

​Objective A
Post Juan
​Tags - [member="Tathra Khaeus"], [member="Hrealga Nacht"], [member="Bralor Azkaroth"]

​​"Sire?! Chieftain, can you hear me?"

The commotion had happened all too quickly, the Munitions shaft had shut separating the Brute Forces in half. Some below with the Chieftain, the majority with Galak. That, was fortunate. Droids of strange shape begun to crawl out from fallen strange cranes and the factory lines up and beyond them. Counting them would be pointless, the best thing he could do was open fire.

​​"Formation Gatrisak! Open fire!" ​Galak roared to his troops, allowing them to unleash torrents of fire from their RAW's and Barad Rifles, ripping down Droid after droid.

​One drew close as Galak turned on it, firing four bolts into its upper torso. The super heated metal fired out, cutting through the metal casing of the droid, tearing back its synthetic skin and throwing mechanical parts all about the floor. Bolts and knots scattered among purple and blue strange oil. Another came at him, Galak drove forward. He'd show his Warriors how it was done.

​Slamming the RAW into the chest of the droid, Galak knocked it down with little effort; raising his weapon as another came, blasting it away with a hail of spikes from his RAW. The droid on the ground returned fire, blasting up and scorching his armoured waist with ugly black burns. Galak growled from his throat, stamping on the droid and crushing its upper torso underfoot.

​"Keep em pinned!"

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective B - Station Beta

Post 8

It seemed that the majority of the clunkers had been dealt with, but as she stoped her foot upon the straggler which had managed to grab her leg, Hraelga heard Radec shout that he had managed to fix the com. Rushing towards his location, she noticed him sitting quite calmly, using his worm to ascertain what was happening on the other side. "Seems we're not the only ones who are meeting some resistance, they're apparently dealing with clunkers as well."

Hraelga let out a sigh and looked at the other zealots of her team as they regrouped. "If we can't go back...we'll need to press on, find out where in this place these things are being controlled from. Check that out along the way, we got a map, so we press on, got it?"

Radec simply nodded, disengaging his worm and grabbing his RAW to get back to work. "Allright, you nitwits, this place seems to be teeming with clunkers, we're going to check the next room...you two take point, Radec and I will cover the rear, the rest of you will fan out in pairs. Any clunker you find with its head intact...eliminate it, that's all."

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Bralor Azkaroth"] [member="Galak"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Objective: A
​Post: 11

​Tathra's Brutes searched around the strange corridor, searching for an exit. There was no perceivable door on the other end, nothing. No latch. Machinations & Machines, forever a source of headache and needless complexity. As the Brutes searched, Tathra paced. The sounds of combat above could not be ignored, and the fact the Munitions door shut was suspicious as well.

​Tathra switched between his vision modes, filtering through each with no hope. Nothing seemed to past through the strange metal, no thermal emissions, light, nothing. His evolved genes where of little use to him here among his kin. Perhaps the Station was not quite a derelict as they had originally presumed. Perhaps the Munitions shaft had a latch within, it was their only option.

​Moving with great strides across the corridor, the massive titan parted through the fallen Brutes; trying his best to ignore their corpses. Yet he could not help but indulge the vacant limp faces of his fallen children. Then, the blood caught his eye, seemingly stopping in the middle of the floor.

​Kneeling down, the Titan ran his fingers along an almost unperceivable seem line. Of course, this was a Droid ship. How could he expect it to be made with conventional travel for humanoids in mind.

​"The floor, it parts in the middle!" ​Tathra called to his Brutes, taking to his feet as he raised his Axe; and with a powerful thrust - the Axe bent the metal floor, just enough to be able to wedge the weapon in the middle.

​| [member="Hrealga Nacht"] | [member="Bralor Azkaroth"] | [member="Galak"]​

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective B - Station Beta

Post 9

The first two Zealots went into the next room, their spikes ready for anything, yet they reacted simply by lifting their free hand to alert the rest that for now they had an all clear. The room beyond the factory looking space they had combed out earlier seemed to be riddled with steel boxes and vats of chemicals, some of which were leaking and spreading odious odors and noxious vapors within the once sealed off room. "Some sort of storage facility?" Hraelga was rather intrigued by the look of it. Unlike before there were no scattered clunkers, just heaps of boxes, containers and parts. "Seems pretty safe for now."

Directing the other zealots to go and scour the place in pairs, Hraelga herself decided to go check all possible exits within the place, hoping to find some sort of route either back toMarauder Bralor's forces or one that could lead them to the root cause of the problem: the control room. Either way, she had to be careful not to be surprised or overwhelmed by any stragglers. After all, she had no idea what was inside these boxes and crates, let alone what caused the vile smell which filled up the space.

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] @Galak [member="Bralor Azkaroth"]

 

[Galak]

​​Objective A
​Post Two
​Tags - [member="Tathra Khaeus"], [member="Hrealga Nacht"], [member="Bralor Azkaroth"]

​Reloading his RAW rifle; the Captain backed up a step or two, eyes darting around the damaged Factory as the Droids continued to pour out from the mechanical confines of the ship. Drove after drove. They just kept coming. A larger droid, some sort of defence sentinel drove at Galak from above. The larger droid flew down, catapulting itself into the massive Baedurin.

​Galak was thrown from his feet, landing flat on his back as the Sentinel relied on its thrusters to manoeuvre itself in the air, landing upright behind the Brute's line. His men were too busy dealing with the horde of Droids to help their Captain. But Galak wasn't surprised, or confused. His fight was his own, he'd win of his own volition or die so that someone better suited could take his place as Captain.

​The heavy weighted Brute removed the Glaive from his back, swinging low as the strange Defence droid released two swords from each arm. Galak raised his Glaive into a high guard, slashing at the torso of the Defender droid with an upward strike from the right. The droid brought its right blade up, pushing aside the Glaive's edge to the right, activating its thrusters to close the distance, thrusting with its left at his stomach.

Galak side-stepped, bringing his High Guard low as he brought the Glaive closer - slashing along the hip of the Droid. The Defender turned immediately, relentlessly following the Captain. Galak responded with a high thrust, aimed to jab the over-eager Droid in its ugly plastic face. The Droid instead dashed to the side, left blade's arm delivering a deflective parry to his Glaive as its right blade cut through his waist.

​The pain stung, causing Galak to stagger as he brought his Glaive close; using the long hilt to block an assault of strikes. Waiting, Galak caught its right arm, reposting and slicing its arm down the middle, removing it from the annoying droid. Its left went for his throat, Galak ducked and slashed low, pulling his body-weight into the strike and cutting the droid in half.

​"Don't let the bigger ones get close!" ​Galak barked back to his men, speaking too soon as another Defender fell from the sky - blades outstretched to gut Galak.

​Raising his Glaive in a hurried defence, the Captain did not see as the Dreddikkast beast swooped down, crushing the Defender and brutalising nearly twenty droids. Crushing them into scrap under its great winged limbs. The Dreddikkast radiated confidence and assertion, with it on their side the Droids had no chance.

​"Destroy them all! Protect the Dreddikkast!"

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Objective: A
​Post: 12

​With some effort, Tathra started to part the strange floor-based contraption. Yet, even then the floor was barely budging. Struggling, the titan clamped his right foot down on the other side of the floor, attempting to use his weight against the contraption. He could feel it in his chest, tightening and tensed as the titan made another inch through gritted teeth, then another and another.

​Good, the gap was just big enough for his hands to fit. The Brutes scrambled to the massive titan's side as he nodded for them to come to his aid.

​"Hold my Axe in place!" ​Growling through gritted teeth, Tathra waited as four of the ten Brutes all grasped onto different parts of the Long-Axe's shaft. Tathra relinquished his hold, quickly shuffling down onto his knees as he forced his fingers into the gap. Tathra pulled with all his might, fighting against the megaton mechanics of the contraption. It was easier than the Axe, but as his arms grew wider apart - he felt something.

Tathra was fighting against the larger anchors that typically moved the doors, they weren't budging. He could feel the weight, metal against metal - the sound drummed through his bones.

​"Through the gap, ​NOW!​" ​Tathra commanded, waiting to be last so that he could slip through as well.

​The doors snapped shut above as Tathra landed on a walkway, others fell further - some disappeared into the machinations of the Factory. The muscle-bound titan tensed, hearing something all too familiar. Thrusters. Tathra turned around, seeing two droid defenders rising toward him. One was closer, nearly reaching the railing of the walkway. Tathra pulled the Defender upward thrusting his fist through its chest, cracking it open and subsequently destroying its back thrusters.

​Tathra dove back, spinning around to the other side of the walkway and throwing the defunct droid down below. The other was coming close, slowly hovering upward. Tathra leapt from the walkway, landing on the Defender. His weight caused both to plummet, crashing downward and into the ground. The Defender was destroyed. Tathra reached out with his dominant hand, calling the Hraelk Axe to him.

​More were coming.

​| [member="Galak"] | [member="Hrealga Nacht"] | [member="Bralor Azkaroth"] |​

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective B - Station Beta

Post 10

"What in the Creator's name were they storing here?" Hraelga looked at one of the vats and lunged backwards when a greenish vapor erupted from it when she pressed with one of her sharp, talonlike fingers through the brittle, soft metal. She wasn't sure about this place, but it looked like it was either some sort of waste disposal area or they had just stumbled upon a storage space for the various chemicals used to create the fleshlings' filthy metals and electronics. However, the fact that they had yet to encounter any fleshlings was rather disconcerning. "Zealots, any luck on figuring out what route to take?"

The pairs she had sent out to check the possible exits had returned and along with Radec, a motion needed to be formed on their next action. It seemed that there was another large space behind this one, but it was sealed off by half-closed and malfunctioning blastdoors. Two smaller exits apparently lead to seperate parts of the immense station they were in. "So one of those may lead to the internal maintanance tunnels and the other has a high possibility of leading us to the main corridor and subsequently this place's central controls. Radec, I want you to check both of those out, report to me when you have figured out where each of those exits truly lead. You can take Harvas and Lothar along with you. The rest of you, I want you to scour this place for vats and barrels just like this one and bring them here...I might have an idea on how to get the rest of our forces here."

For a moment, the Draelvasier held her left hand close to her mouth, thinking deeply on her actions. She was a bit worried about her findings, knowing that stations like these if they were to fall in the wrong hands, could pose a threat to the Bryn'adûl and all they stood for. Something like that was not allowed to exist. Letting out a sigh of disgust when looking at the vapor still leaving the barrel she had opened, she turned her attention to the factory they had just past through moments earlier. "It's a disgusting thought, to be forced to use those fleshlings' tools for our own survival, May milord forgive me for this transgression to our tennets."

[member="Galak"] [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Bralor Azkaroth"]

 

[Galak]

​Objective A
​Post Three
​Tags - [member="Tathra Khaeus"], [member="Hrealga Nacht"], [member="Bralor Azkaroth"]

​The Dreddikast growled, proud and angry; stomping and swinging awkwardly as it tried to keep the droids at bay. The Brutes pressed forward, empowered by the Battle-Focus granted by the Dreddikkast, its sharp exterior cut through droids like butter. The Brutes pressed further, but more kept coming.

​Galak moved inward, taking his rifle up in one hand and the Glaive in the other. Firing with his left, and striking with his right. It was difficult to keep the Automatic Weapon steady, every shot caused his arm to shake. Leaning to the Captains right, the butt of the RAW dug into his joint as it fired in a wide spread, it was all he could do to keep it semi-accurate. Galak swung wide, trying to keep the Droids at bay.

​They seemed to be slowing down, perhaps there would be an end to their assault after all. But bar the ammunition in their Orkale Transports, they were running low on bullets out here.

 

[Bralor Azkaroth]

Objective B
Post 6

Bralor lead the charge through the Blast doors smashing his way through the bastardised mechanics. It was foolish for other pitiful races and species to expect that these blasphemous constructs stood a chance against the might of the Brynádul, particularly against himself. Bralor was the result of perfect genetic manipulation by the Chieftain himself, the idea that he could be brought down or even phased by these mechanical toys was ludicrous.

Nonetheless Bralor found himself enjoying the clankers attempts at killing him even as he destroyed them. It was an amusing exercise of his power and strength. Bralor took a droid in one hand throwing it into some of its constructed fellows. The hall way was clear for the moment, as he marched down towards the end of it he came to a convergeance of three possible paths.

Bralor frowned pondering which path he should venture down. Bralor supposed he could commendeer one of the worms to inform him of the schematics and layout of the monstrocity station. But then the idea of using the so called advanced technology was distasteful no matter how much they adapted their own advanced species to combat it.

Bralor had a solution for the anethma.. As part of his meditations and training Bralor had found that he was able to recognize the presence of his fellow Drael. They stood out within the cosmic energy as beacons, he was able to sense them in relation to himself and get a rough location of where they were. Bralor had been hoping to improve upon this ability. The logistical advantage of knowing where any of his comrades were could be potentially invaluable.

Nonetheless at his point he only had a vague sense of direction, like hearing an echo in a misty mountain range. It was enough for the right direction to take. Bralor grunted having found Hraelga and her forces.

“This way”

Bralor commanded his squad.

@

Hrealga Nacht
@Tathra Khaeus,
@

Galak

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
Post: 13

With Axe in hand, Tathra eyed the edge of the blade; noticing his own blood. No - One of his Brutes. Whomever fell with the weapon may have been injured, or dead. Their numbers were dwindling. Tathra held his Axe in a low gaurd as four more Defender droids descended from the factory, joining the dozen or so normal droids firing at him already.

With a guttural roar, Tathra charged forward - darting from side to side on the balls of his feet. In this wider open space, he had the advantage. Two Defenders were drawing close, using there thrusters to close in on the muscle-bound Titan. He would not let them.

Their tricks were pathetic.

Darting to the left, Tathra released his Axe into his dominant hand with a high gaurd, raising the Axe into the air into a spiralling arch. Even at this angle, the Titans monstrous strength was enough to cleave through the Droid and knock its airborne form into the pipes along the wall.His Composite shield exploded into life from its positioning on his right gauntlet, using the momentum of his run to thrust himself into a leaping charge. Crashing into the droid, Tathra slammed it to the ground, crushing its upper torso into smithereens with his shield.

Their metal shells were weak, their creators were weak.

Tathra rose to his feet with an outward swing at the marching droids, swinging from right to left in an open arch to keep them at bay. As he rose to his feet, turning on the ball of his left foot, as his right arm reached behind his back, pulling his sword; the Scourge from its magnetic holster. Tathra turned into a spin, loosening his grip on the Axe and allowing its hilt to slide further into his grasp to the mid-length.

Moving with the momentum of the spin, Tathra swung with both weapons - hacking and slashing with his Sword as the Axe was spun over head, cutting in wide arcs, striking with both hilt and bearded blades with devastating effect, coming down on Defenders - obliterating the droids around him.

​| [member="Bralor Azkaroth"] | [member="Hrealga Nacht"] | [member="Galak"] |​

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective B - Station Beta

Post 11

Radec suddenly tugged at Hraelga's shoulder, pointing her out towards the noise coming from the droid factory. "Those are either another batch of clunkers or Bralor has managed to find a way through those damned blast doors," The prospect of it being the latter was invigorating, they really needed the extra forces and it would also mean that she did not need to use the chemicals to breach the door. "Lothar, Harvas, you go continue mapping the place with Radec, Lurthug and Rombras, you two need to go back to the blast doors and check out if it is truly Marauder Bralor's forces that have come through. If it is, bring them up to speed with our discoveries."

In the meantime, she quickly followed Radec to check out the two remaining exits they had found, of which there was a certainty that at least one of them had a direct connection to the central controls of the station. They had to eradicate this station and its presence, especially given its threat to their kind and kin. "If more of these are present and in better shape, we'll need a larger force of the Bryn'adûl to deal with them." The Zealot Major waited as her Zealot teammembers did the final checks of the exits and hoped Bralor was already on his way. Regrouping would be good in case of any opposition after all.

[member="Bralor Azkaroth"] @Galak [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

 

[Galak]

Objective A
Post Four
Tags- [member="Hrealga Nacht"], [member="Bralor Azkaroth"], [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

The droids seemed to be clearing out, nothing left but scrap and and a pile of spiker rounds in strange metal forms.

“Ammo check!” The Captain called out, returning to one of the Orkale’s. Hunching under the hatch, Galak retrieved a munitions crate. Even if his Brutes were carrying, they’d likely need more. But even then, there was a more pressing issue.

Half of his unit were missing, and the Chieftain as well. This had all gone to karking hell, but he was still responsible for the Warriors at his heel. The indecision, it was weakness. It burned in his lungs, for once he was unsure.

Thinking logically, Galak assessed that the Brutes here had both the Dredd and Orkale firepower at their disposal if they truly were in trouble. His other soldiers on the other hand, were deeper inside. Lost. He would be responsible if they were claimed by this mechanical monstrositiy.

“Grosck, Takrata, Fraelgan! You’re with me! The rest of you, hold out here. I’m going to get the rest of our unit back.” Galak said firmly, loading his RAW and placing the Glaive on his back.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
Post: 14

Clearing out the droids was the easy part, the Brutes made their way low - rallying to their Chieftain. Tathra cut through the Mechanical Horde with savage precision, both weapons cleaving through one machine after another. Again and again until he was nearly breathless.

“Sire! Here!” One of the Brutes called out, a Grenadier. He was opposite what appeared to be another shaft. However, upon closer inspecton - it appeared to be some form of transportation system. A sort of system to funnel droids throughout the Station.

That was good news, yet only one Drael could fit. It would have to be him. Tathra turned to his troops, sharing a glance with a few as the droids continued to come toward them. They were in the heart of the factory this low, there was no way they could fight off an army.

“I will find the power source of this Station! And I will destroy it! Then, I will return for you. I swear that to you, my brethren!” Tathra called out woefully, but filled with all the conviction he could muster. Huddling inside the transportation pod, Tathra was able to open up a schematic of the Station. It seemed as though all the systems and power constructs were collected in the centre of the station.

That was where he needed to go.

​| [member="Galak"] | [member="Hrealga Nacht"] | [member="Bralor Azkaroth"] |​

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective B - Station Beta

Post 12

"Ma'am, seems this is the route that would lead to the central command of this station," Radec was actually rather excited with the fact that he had managed to map out the entirity of their route with his worm being connected to the control pannel near the sliding door in front of them. "It also appear that the blast doors of the droid factory have been breached, which means Marauder Bralor is most likely already briefed and on route to this location."

"Very good, I'll move forward with Harvas and Lothar, you inform Marauder Bralor of this discovery when he arrives with the reinforcements," It was all good news, to finally be able to end this perceived threat. Hraelga was fairly certain that the Creator and his forces would not have half as much trouble with those clunkers as they did, but to be able to show this mission as being a success would no doubt lead a long way for her own growth within the Bryn'adûl. If she'd be able to become a marauder, she'd be able to stand at the Creator's side, something all drealvasier usually wish for: to be recognised for their skill. "Allright, Harvas and Lothar, with me...we need to check this corridor and make sure there are no additional traps waiting for us along the way."

The two Zealots nodded, grabbing their weapons firmly in their grasp and moving forward alongside their team leader through the exit of the large space they were in, suddenly finding themselves in a dimly lit, rather narrow pathway, surrounded by steel plating and cold, unfeeling violet colored light. "Just continue...Radec mentioned an upward route somewhere around here...find it."

 

[Bralor Azkaroth]

Bralor was moving with speed down the labyrinth of tunnels and hallways on this defunct station. Bralor was following the register of a cluster of Drael. It was like following a scent, a vague whisp of something other than cold metal.

Bralor stopped abruptly as he heard stomping footsteps down a corridor ahead. Bralor raised a fist halting his forces. While he did Bralor gathered his energy preparing to unleash it against whatever clunk of metal appeared. The footsteps were close, Bralor readied himself.

Fortunately for the two Zealots who rounded the sharp corner, Bralor had enough self control to halt for ripping them apart. Bralor growled in agitation, he had nearly killed the fools, a part of him was tempted to do so anyway as a lesson and message to the others. Balor dismissed the thought irritation. Bralor was as much as fault as them he should have been able to sense their approach.

“Marauder Bralor we come from Zealot Hraelga, we have gained knowledge of an access route to the Central Command. Zealot Hraelga is already en route”

Bralor nodded sharply. If his forces and those of Hraelga were united they would be a formidable force particularly once they gained control of the command centre.

“Lead the way”

Bralor ran double time to the storage facility the Zealots said some of Hraelgas forces were stationed. Zealot Hraelga’s command ability was commendable. Bralor would have to pay closer attention to her actions, perhaps a reward or even promotion was in order.

Bralor entered the storage facility and gestured to a Drael he recognized.

“Radec. Report”

@
Hrealga Nacht
@Tathra Khaeus,
@
Galak

 

[Galak]

Objective A
Post Five
Tags- [member="Hrealga Nacht"], [member="Tathra Khaeus"], [member="Bralor Azkaroth"]

Galak lead the trio of Brutes towards the munitions shaft, they were his most truthworthy Drael. Hopefully at least that, could get them a little closer to some form of success. Heading down the munitions shaft, Galak pried the hatch open with the assistance of Grosck and Takrata whilst Fraelgan watched their backs. Quickly, they all moved into the Corridor with weapons drawn.

The four moved in silence, quickly observing the sight. Droids and Brutes dead, however luckily more droids than brutes. The large strange mark in the floor was interesting, as if something had been wedged in the ground. It was a strange room with seemingly no way up or across.

“Looks like its down. Give me your impact Grenades.” Galak ordered, being handed a total of seven.

“Get back.” He ushered his troops to take cover, launching all seven of the grenades at the ground and causing quite the explosion. However, it did not provide the intended effect. However the Chieftain had left this room before, had cleary damaged the mechanics of the system.

The strange corridor-like room shook violenty before falling. Galak instictively grappled onto one of the railings, hanging on for dear life as the strange room crashed through what seemed to be an extension of the Factory.