Bryn'adûl | Derelict Station Dominion

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective B - Station Beta

Post 13

The corridor seemed to be silent, every step the three zealots made resonated throughout the entire pathway. It was a bit nervewrecking to say the least, as even if there was no indication for clunker presence, all three of them knew what could happen and how high the difficulty to fight properly would be when confronted with adversity in such a tight space. "Here it is...this should be the way up," The three of them were now looking at a pair of open sliding doors with an empty shaft which seemed to go both up and down running behind it. "What do the fleshlings call this thing? An elevator?"

Hraelga motioned towards the ladder which seemed to be at the back end of the shaft, jumping accross the shaft's dangerous depth to grab hold of the metal bars, only to feel her heart sink to her stomach when it creaked for a moment and trembled slightly. "Ok...you two can best try and climb on a bit more carefully than I did, use your grapples to secure a connection before climbing on."

In the meantime, Radec awaited the arrivalof the other teammates and Marauder Bralor's forces, when it looked like the Zealot's had managed to direct the marauder to his location, the zealot minor straightened his back and saluted Bralor. "Sir...currently Zealot major Hraelga and zealots Lothar and Havras have managed to enter this corridor," The zealot saluted and instantly pointed into the darkness beyond the door he was standing at, revealing the cramped space it had in comparison to the storage facility they were in. "Thisis some sort of maintainance shaft that would lead to the central command and give us a possibility to shut down this station in its entirity...however, we need to be prepared for any traps to trigger or any alarms to reactivate the deactivated clunkers, sir."

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[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
Post: 15

The journey took a few minutes, but when the pod stopped - the sounds of combat had been lost from even his senses for some time. He was assuredly alone, the massive Titan shuffled in side, an inch of space on either side as his bulbous musculed form strained in the compact space.

The door of the pod seemingly wouldn’t open either. With a frustrated growl, Tathra booted it open; kicking the door off its hinges and flying across the railway ahead. Tathra leapt out, landing on the railway. All around, was pitch black. Nothing. The railing guided around a large, open area. A massive domed area, with a strange circuit hooked hexagon shaped ball in the middle. Tathra’s eyes once again shifted through vision modes, finding nothing.

Then, a whisper. Tathra turned on his heel as quick as lightning; fists clenched. But nothing. His eyes darted about, switching to infrared as he searched for any heat signatures. Signs of life. Then, on the glimmer of his gauntlet, a flourescent green. Behind him.

Tathra could smell it, some form of plasmatic energy. Not too disimilar to the ionic fields outside of Draemidus Prime. He watched the energy dance along the reflection in his gauntlet. It was not moving statically, instead it was organic. Imitating movement.

“What, are you?” Tathra asked aloud into the darkness.

“I was wondering how long it would take you.” A voice replied.

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[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective B - Station Beta

Post 14

The grueling, dangerous climb up the ladder was not a pleasant experience, as right after Harvas and Lothar managed to get a hold of the metal bars, the ladder creaked and squeaked yet again, trembling heavily under the additional weight. Luckily though, the metal seemed to be able to support their weight nonetheless. As they climbed upwards, Hraelga stopped just for amoment when a beeping noise was accompanied by a zooming red light passing through the shaft. After a few seconds, they finally saw the origin of this noise and light: a small droid no bigger than a clenched fist of a fleshling was descending into the shaft. When its light hit Hraelga though, it began beeping loudly, forcing the zealot major and her team to react.

She instantly swiped with her claws at the little machine, ripping it apart, but a rumble from below made it obvious that whatever they triggered, most likely would be facing Bralor and his forces. "Let's just trust that Marauder Bralor can handle whatever is coming for him, just as he will put his faith on our shoulders to finish this task, let's go."

Climbing further upwards, the three zealots finally found what they were looking for, another corridor, but this one was littered with what seemed to be smaller droids compared to those in the factory below. Alas, when they got out of the shaft, lights started showing and the sound of creaking metal indicated they'd be having some clunkers to deal with, a whole lot of them.

Radec in the meantime pointed at something within the storage facility as all of a sudden one of Bralor's brutes was thrown against the wall with tremendous force, squashing and killing the brute instantly. "Ehm...Marauder Bralor, I think we have an issue."

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[Galak]

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

When the spinning stopped, Galak wasn’t sure if he could even feel his legs or his head. His whole body was numb, he needed to get his helmet off. Crawling to the side, he could faintly hear the sounds of gunfire. But, he felt something else much more potently - gravity.

Instinct saved him, grasping onto the half sideways railing. Galak looked down, his senses returning to him as he released the Corridor was dangling precariously. Below, a large force of Brutes. His lost warriors, but no sign of the Chieftain. Galak couldn’t see his rifle, but his Glaive was still on his back. He had to get down there. Taking the Glaive from his back, he slid down to the bottom of the corridor’s length, using his left hand to steady himself before dropping down onto a higher platform.

“From above!” Galak shouted, alerting his Brutes of his postion. Galak leapt over the railing, landing admist a grouping of Droids - slashign through some with his Glaive, others caught in a hail of Spiker rounds.

Looking around, Galak recognised Fraelgan and Trakata, but no signs of Grosck. That was a concern for outside of combat, not now. If his weakness had caused him to faulter. He died suitably. Right now, there were a whole lot of droids to worry about.

 

[Bralor Azkaroth]

Objective B


Bralor grunted in acknowledgement of Radecs report of the situation. It was good news. If they were able to access the central command, they might be able to order the deactivation of the entire station and thereby achieve victory.

Still victory wasn’t achieved just yet, and many commanders had pressed forward to afull committed attack, thinking they had already won only for things to turn on them at the last second, whether it be a rout or being lured into a trap. It was best not to consider a battle victorious until they had annihilated there enemy totally.

Bralor gestured at two Zealot scouts.

“Scout the maintenance shaft for any traps, triggers or signals”

Bralor waited with what all of his Drael would see as infinite patience. In reality he was impatient, he wanted to charge through and desgtroy everything in his path. It was a part of there nature that made them formidable in battle, but also vulnerable to their own base instincts. Bralor had been bred for control as well so found it easier than most to settle his instincts.

The scouts reported back.

“We found 3 hair trigger but the rest of the shaft appear to be clear.”

Bralor grunted in acknowlegdement.

“Good let us reinforce Zealot Hraelgar”

Bralor lead the charge through the maintenance shaft, and proved that he would have been wise to follow his own logic and peace of wisdom. As just when victory was at hand, they were ambushed.

Bralor didn’t know where they came from but suddenly they were both above and below him. Droidekas and YVH series, both formidable opponents, even the legendary Jedi would have difficulty against them

“Defensive formation!”

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
Post: 16

Tathra turned around, basking in the green. Eyes looking to discern a shape, yet nothing. Only strange green ionic bursts, dancing around the edge of the walkway.

“Answer the question.” Tathra disregarded the smug remark, walking toward the walkways edge. He had no intention of playing mind-games with a Machine, it likely wished to distract him. Yet, at the forefront of Tathra's mind he knew that every moment wasted was another his Drael were in danger.

“Or what?” The voice replied, the green pulses retracted onto and around the dome. They moved with cautious, straying from their original position and away from the Chieftain as he drew close to its edge.

“Or I will destroy you.” Tathra replied frankly, eyeing the strange fixture within the dome. No doubt it was its power source, they were seemingly no defences. However the distance between himself and dome was a stretch of several dozen metres. Tathra would play at the Machines game, but only for as long as necessary.

“You cannot destroy me, my vital systems are not located within this system.” The voice replied.

Strange, there was pride. Machines weren't typically prideful. The muscle-bound warriors was at odds as to how to proceed. If the Machine wasn't truly here, then destroying the core would cut off its control. Tathra began to pace, observing the dome. There was seemingly no way in. Nothing was making sense, perhaps whoever this voice was - was using the remaining energy of the Station as a catalyst. Regardless, it needed to be destroyed.

“What a specimen you are, Apex Predator indeed. You seek not to understand, but to destroy and indulge your ignorance.” The Voice ranted at him, perhaps angirly. Perhaps not. Tathra was only half-listening.

“No. Your creations are an affront, they are heresy. All machines are harbingers of weakness, you degrade us of flesh and blood. I will destroy them. Then, I will find you. But my Warriors are my first concern.” Tathra threatened, deciding to simply leap across the distance - landing on the transparent dome.

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[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective B - Station Beta

Post 15

It was a nuissance, with Havras and Lothar using their spikes to their full effect, hammering down each of the lumbering clunkers through the head, Hraelga was dealing with them in her own way, using her agility and limber stature to jump through the corridor, using her talon-like fingers to rip through the metal plating of the droids, using her strength to break their frames and spines. They had to succeed, they had to get through this place or they'd be in a whole heap of trouble. "Just eradicate all of them, we don't have time to check their status...we need to get to the central controls up ahead."

It was easier said than done, given the narrow corridor stifled any proper manneuvring, forcing each of the zealots to go wild in their own right. Havras started to use his hands, crushing clunker skulls with brute force, while Lothar began using his kukri to great effect. They were pushing through and that was all that mattered. "Nothing can stop us, zealots...push through, we MUST end this," There was no mistaking it, they were very close, Hraelga could feel it and after a few seconds of hard, unfaltering combat...she could actually see it, a dim violet light which seemed to be covering a whole massive central core. "Wait...this isn't just some central control...this thing has...a brain?"

Radec in the meantime joined up with the other two zealots, forming part of Marauder Bralor's defensive line. It seemed they were besieged at both sides, by regular combat droids and droidekas within the corridor and something huge within the storage facility. "Marauder Bralor, perhaps if you could use your innate powers to clear the way...we might be able to succeed in pushing through, sir."

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[Bralor Azkaroth]

Objective B

Bralor took in the situation quickly. The Droidekas were laying down covering fire with their shield still up while the YVH were closing in for close quarters combat. Currently the immediate threat were the YVH droids two of them, they seemed to be the command droids, each launching an attack from opposite directions. Bralor started to formulate a plan. Any coordinated battle required commanders to give orders no matter how general. Even an attack plan as simple as full frontal attack required direction. In many ways machines were even more vulnerable to this flaw as once they were beyond there programed function they had no independent thought or decision problem. So once there commanders were down they themselves would be isolated.

Bralor put his plan into action.

“Focus your attacks on the Droidekas I’ll deal with the command droids!”

Bralor grabbed one of the YVH with his ability, but the YVH had some sort of magnetized element allowing it to dig in stationary rather than be flung across the room. Bralor scowled. Fine something more direct was in order.

Bralor gathered the energy too him just as he had done at the Hangar bay. This time however would require intricacy and a little bit of delicacy in the forces he was pulling into play. Bralor imagined it the same way he would a pressure point strike. A direct attack that would put an opponent out of commission in one strike. So instead of blowing blast doors open it would be more like taking out the control panel.

Bralor delivered the strike targeting both of the YVH’s matrix system. One of his strikes hit home, taking one of the droids out of commission. The other managed to dodge the incoming threat and close the distance to Bralor. Fine with him. It would be fun to test his physical abilities with something that was worth the challenge.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective B - Station Beta

Post 16

While the others were dealing with the remaining droids, Hraelga found herself standing in front of the massive core that seemed to be the entire place's main power source, but something was off, she could hear not only a rather raspy mettallic voice, but also the voice of the creator. "What is going on here... Sire, Sire are you in here somewhere?" She yelled as hard as she could, hoping there would be any response, yet when none came, she noticed some light on one of the panels surrounding the massive core. When she went to look at it, she was actually staring directly at the Creator himself, an odd thing, given the fact he was supposed to be at the other station.

"He will fail, this creature you call sire,"

The Zealot Major was shocked to hear this voice booming through the room, with hissing sounds coming from the coor, the sliding doors cutting her off from her teammates fighting outside.

"This one is a powerful creature, but unaware of how vastly inferior he and you are compared to me."

This was odd, was this clunker...brain actually capable of emotion, of pride? She hadn't seen that in any of the clunkers she'd faced the entire time. She tried to look at the screen to see what the Creator was doing, but somehow the core activated what seemed to be some sort of defense mechanism, with thinwires shooting out of it and wrapping around her, keeping her in place.

"You are destructive, a danger to this galaxy...but you have a flawed perception of your own power. Neither you nor the one you call Sire can shut me down, you do not possess the power to do so. Surrender now and I will be merciful, I will grant you and your comrades a swift death."

Hraelga scoffed at the idea of surrendering, but she also started laughing. "You seem to be mistaken, clunker brain...The Creator is not only powrful, he is also the smartest of us, underestimating him and trying to toy with us will be your downfall."

"How so?"

Tearing apart the wires, Hraelga jumped down and slammed her hand upon a lever she had noticed near the screen. "If you are so certain that he can't destroyyou, it simply means you have your defenses placed in here. You kept me away from this panel at all cost, so Ithink this is important."

"NO...stay away from there!!"

"I wonder how powerful you are if I pull this," Instantly, she toggled the lever, a hiss resonating through the entire station followed by a loud shudder. The doors slid open and the core seemed to light up. "I think those were your controls over this place and with you losing control...how much defenses would be left for you to arrange?"

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[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
Post: 17

“You can’t break through th- The voice was cut off by the first crack, Tathra’s heavy fist crashing into the glass repeatedly with heavy, weighted strikes. -No!” The voice was alarmed, firing ionic charges at Tathra. The titan recoiled as the green pulses coiled around him, his whole body straining in response to the pain.

Tathra cried out, the pain was incredible. But he couldn’t let that stop him. Tathra slammed down his fist, the cracks grew larger and larger until the glass shattered. He couldn't stop, not until the Machine had its control stripped away. He would tear apart this machine by hand if he had to.

“Arrgh..!” Tathra fell through the splintered glass, subsequently released from the ionic strikes. Falling half limp, Tathra pulled himself to his feet, running into a leap to quickly cover the distance between where he’d landed and the core. Tathra took the Hraelk Axe from his back, slamming the Axe down into the the Core.

“We are the more-...evolved....We are the f-f-f-....” The voice died out, and the Station with it. Tathra ripped his Axe from the core, staggering backward from the platform.

​All across the Station, the lights grew dim and died. The factories halted, droids dropped in their marching formations. Whatever they had intended, had been stopped. Yet Tathra felt no ease, a new enemy had been discovered and the extent of their power was yet to be discerned.

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[Galak]

Objective A
Post Seven
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The fighting continued, hard. The Brutes had made Galak aware of the situation, their Chieftain had moved ahead; alone. He was their only hope to survive this situation, they were running low on ammo. Some of his brethren had resorted to their Glaives as well, others to their hands. One of the Defenders had gotten too close, he was trying to ignore it. But the blade had cut deep into his arm, everything was getting heavier.

They were getting closer, and his Brute Squads numbers were starting to dwindle. Galak struck and slashed and hacked as much as he could. His breath was catching up with him, so many Droids. Too little Draelvasier.

They should have arrived with a larger force. The Droids seemed to encircling them, coming on all sides. Galak raised his Glaive once more, as heavy as it was. Yet the droid fell before his strike fell. They all did. The Brutes looked among themselves, and roared in a victories boast.

​"Our Chieftain! The sire has done it! We've defeated the machines!" ​Galak shouted above the rest, raising his rifle.

​The Chieftain, an exemplar of true strength. He had saved them all.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective B - Station Beta

Post 17

Something seemed odd, the core trembled, the voice seemed to stutter and only when Hraelga managed to look at the screen on the control panel, she realized what was going on. Tathra, the Creator had managed to dispatch the other station's core and with the apparent lack of any control organ for either station, both were now dead...sort of speak, with no ai to guide them or control them, all systems and droids just simply shut off. However, the fact that everything was shutting off did have its downsides and Hraelga immediately realized the danger. "We've got to get out of here as fast as possible."

She ran through the corridors filled with destroyed and deactivated droids, slid down the shaft along with her two zealot comrades and when reaching Radec and Marauder Bralor's forces, she simply yelled at them to turn back, to get back to the hangar bay. "The control units of the stations are gone, the clunkers are dead, but so is the station. Everything's shutting down, so soon enough, the air we're breathing, the gravity that holds us down will be gone too!!"

Trying to muscle her way through, she rushed as fast as she could back to the landingsite, hopping and leaping over destroyed droids in both the storage facility and the factory, vaulting through the destroyed blastdoors to signal the others to make haste and get ready for pick up. "I for one don't want to die a lame death like this...so get a move on!!"

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[Selkollar]

Objective C - Ish'Makra Meeting
Post 1
Days after the initial attack

The meeting had convened under emergency circumstances, as the recent droid station attack had been quite concerning. Selkollar had already watched some of the vids from the various soldiers, and he was pained to say the least. These stations had no apparent origin, and they were staffed with battle droids. No biological origin could be found on the ship itself, as if the machines made themselves. The idea of an artificial intelligence creating more of itself was terrifying to the Drael, and it was the darkest heresy Selkollar had ever seen. Sitting in his meeting chair as the rest of the Seers, Judges and advisers made their way, this Ish'Makra would discuss the attack and its consequences.

One particular thing Selkollar was interested in was the origin of the AI that seemed to operate the entire station. It had its own intelligence, and it seemed well-made. Could this have been something created just to attack our space? Could it have been built by the same heretics that attacked our people before? These questions were burning Selkollar's mind, and he needed answers. Rubbing his head and trying to fight off the headache that was bound to occur, the chamber was quieted by the familiar footsteps of the chieftain himself.

He had arrived.

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[Tathra Khaeus]

​Objective C: Ish'makra Meeting
​Post: 18
​Days after the attack

​Tathra's scorched wounds were still visible, even with the assistance of his healing mutagen. However, his presence was required. He'd just finished repairing his armour - had to keep up appearances. Tathra didn't care much for the opinions of the Council themselves or, together as an entity. But he knew others of significance who did.

Tathra had remained on the edge of Bryn'adûl space, organising a massive defence blockade around the edge of their known space. No doubt pulling ships away from other operations and resources from other areas. There was uproar for those first few hours. Hopefully this meeting of the Ish'makra would resolve some of those issues.

Arriving to door of the Chambers in the bowels of Xaeldrask, Tathra activated the stone terminal. The force imbued store lured his mind into the light, and the security terminal opened the door allowed Tathra to enter into the Ish'makra council chambers. Tathra had a full view of everyone in the chamber. Of note, Galak had been recalled almost immediately to relay his report. Others of course, where Marauder Khaeus, High Shaman Drek'ma and Selkollar. All of whom were involved in the meeting.

​Tathra was the last to enter the Chamber, and the doors slid shut behind him. Tathra made his way into one of the stands where he had spotted Avoria. Once stood adjacent to her, he had given her no other acknowledgment. His mind was too, in flux.

​However, once everyone had found a place to stand or sit; the High Judge spoke.

​"Council members and other relevant parties. We're here to discuss the on-going deployment of my Blockade, and additionally the thread posed by the Artificial Intelligence that was faced on the outskirts of our territory." ​The High Judge spoke, in his noisily fattened voice.

​Tathra had a disdain for Judges, yet they were required to maintain order.

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[Primarch Drek'ma]

​Post 1
​Objective C
​​Days after the attack - Ish'makra Chambers

​The Shaman Primarch sat across from the Chieftain, affording him a curt nod upon his arrival. The Shaman was the first to begin the chorus of fists slammed against the emblems on their chest.

​"Sire, whilst I do not disagree with the foreseeable consequences in increases of Security that your new deployments will bring. The very sudden integration of these 'necessary' deployments has our Shaman's and defence forces stretched thin." ​Drek'ma's voice was tall and proud, he spoke with no sense of a falter nor hostility. His presence was that of authority and power, not unalike the Chieftain himself.

​The Shaman thrust his arms into a folded stance as the High Judges spoke among themselves, some agreed however others inquired as to what business it was of a Shaman to speak as such a voice as to be a Command of the military. There it was, the immediate distaste. Did perhaps these delinquents not understand his standing? He was Azarak, they all knew his name and no Drael would bother to learn theirs.

​"Sire, I have been with you since Commenor and oversaw our Military forces at the Battle of Eshan. We would have succeeded were it not for the Heretic and his retreat. But, this is a costly move. It puts us at risk, for a short time."

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[Selkollar]

Objective C - Ish'Makra Meeting
Post 2

The High Judge spoke and Selkollar barely listened. The fattened judges were a blight on the community of Drael, and Selkollar saw them as a necessary evil. They ordered things without experience, and they the worst bureaucracy the Drael had to offer. It was well-known within circles that judges, while not corruptible in the same vein as other species, were the lowest of the low in the order of things. Even hordespawn could be used as fodder in a battle, something the judges would obviously be bad at.

Before anyone could really push the issues presented however, Primarch Azarak made sure to take the first speaking spot. Illustrating the bad idea of deploying the military forces around their territory, Selkollar listened and nodded in agreement. The risk this posed could ultimately leave the Bryn'adul open to invasion. However, Selkollar wondered if perhaps that was not a possibility.

"Risk? How so Primarch? The xenos we continue to war against are still not ready to invade us. The small factions that are close enough are not organized enough." His voice held strong as he spoke, his words silencing the still murmuring judges. The small resistance that had been put forward was paltry, and the various empires that controlled the other parts of the galaxy were not ready to invade Bryn'adul space.

"These droid stations came from seemingly nowhere and outwardly attacked our forces. We need to investigate their arrival, and discern their allegiance." Selkollar barely moved during his words, his voice doing much of the work. Older Drael were certainly not as emotional as the younger crowd, having seen much and known more. He was not entirely disapproving of Azarak here, but this risk may be something they need to contend with for now.

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[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective C: Ish'makra Meeting
​Post: 19

​There were rumblings of agreement on both sides of the conversation, both the Primarch and Hierarch had valid points. Both spoke as central figures as parties for and against Tathra's ruling. But ultimately, the titan knew his decision was necessary. There were too many unknowns regarding this new enemy, too many areas of ignorance for the Bryn to properly deal with them.

​"There is validity to both sides of the argument, but my Command is final. As the Hierarch has said, we must endeavour to find out more about these Droids. Only then can we destroy them." ​Tathra explained. Even if they didn't listen to each other - they would listen to him.

​Tathra had not lead them astray yet, their faith had been rewarded time and time again. It was moments like this that made all of the Hierarch's asinine prattle worth deliberation when he knew to have faith.

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[Primarch Drek'ma]

​Post 2
Objective C

​The Primarch knew when to come to heel, nodding humbly as the Chieftain spoke. Similarly did the entire Ish'makra chamber bow their heads, even those fattened on democracy and governing knew who their true leader was. The Chieftain knew best. His rule was ultimate, and his power was unmatched. Not just in the physical sense, but the power of his being.

Power flows to the one who knows how, desire alone is not enough.

​A lesson Tathra had taught him many cycles ago in the earliest days of his rise to Primarch. Every Drael, vatborn or of natural birth was born in the cold - in the depths of nothing with little understanding. The foundations of this species were built brick by brick by the Titan himself. Everything they had, was owed to his grandeur.

​"Of course, sire." ​The Shaman reclined from his inhabitations and mistrust. Silently cursing himself for it, he should've known to hold strong. His faith would not go unrewarded. It hadn't so far.

​"I would motion for this Command to be followed through. Our Chieftain has not lead us astray thus far. Let us not forget who we are, what we are. Born from his flesh. In the Chieftain we trust, brethren." ​The Shaman couldn't help but feel the force carry his words with greater charisma than he personally possessed.

Many nodded, others echoed his words.

 

[Selkollar]

Objective C - Ish'Makra Meeting
Post 3

The Titan had spoke, and the others had listened. Selkollar couldn't help but feel pride in the Titans judgement here, almost as if he had agreed with Selkollar himself. He would not show this pride however, especially not here. Instead, the Hierarch would wait and listen. Once the Primarch had finished his charismatic speech, Selkollar felt it necessary to continue the conversion about the droids themselves.

"The Primarch speaks well of course. However, on the subject of the droids, what is to be done on their origin?" These stations were dangerous, and its lucky that we had found them before they had encroached on a Bryn'adul world. Selkollar believed that it would be in the best interest of the Bryn'Adul to find the rest of the stations, or find their origin in the meantime.

"Might I suggest a small party of zealots? They could move unseen on other worlds, and report back any findings. Perhaps the Jedi or Sith have engineered these droids?" The two rival empires were on the borders of the Bryn'Adul, and it wasn't unheard of for them to use technology. They were xenos of course, and they needed to be ultimately cleansed. Selkollar waited for Tathra's answer of course, but he was also quite curious on what the Primarch had to say.

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