Dominion Bryn'adûl | Dominion of Groth

[Primal Architect]

The Bryn'adûl | Dominion of Groth

Groth.

Home to five-hundred million, a resort world fuelled by gambling and gladiatorial battles. A stewing pit of slime and the indecencies of society. Groth is a garden world of dotted beaches, rainforests and an endless desert acting as home to its gladiator pits and gambling sites. Groth is everything wrong with this Galaxy, an insult to our kind and a reminder of the indulgencies that have allowed this Galactic Civilisation to crumble time and time again.

We will strike this populace from the face of the Galaxy. Regardless of those who would deign to save the 'innocents' of this world. Groth will be one of our greatest targets to date, so few worlds carry so many on their continents. This will be a true prize, and allow us to lock off the Kessel Corridor, there will be no escape bar travel into the space of the Silver Jedi.

We launch on all out planetary assault today, blockading the entire planet and readying to take it for ourselves. The Galactic Alliance's attempts to save the worlds beyond our reach has been in vain. Groth will be no different.

OBJECTIVE A - Destroy the droids
All across this planet's shores, droids have been sent underwater to attack our Servitors before they can sink the resorts into the ocean. A droid control centre has been located on a fortified island protected by a shield and a battalion of Trandoshans, Gamorreans and all other types of mercenary scum. Kill them all, and deactivate the droids so our Servitors may recommence sinking.

OBJECTIVE B - Halt
Even with a planetary blockade orbitally bombarding many of the hangars on the planet, there are thousands of ships attempting to flee the planet. Lock down and destroy as many hangar bays and vessels as you can. Some hangars are owned by more influential criminals than others, deactivate their defence shields for orbital bombardment.

TAGS / Ever Dawnracer | Lucien Kenston | Ghrom the Molten | Kyrim Tenebris | Galak | Hrajlmak'Natok | Bazh'Thu | Reosyvern | Osam | Ehud | Krarolk T'manu | Sarask Hiskt /

 

[Tarad Morko]

Objective: Defend those who need it
Post: One
Tags: N/A = Fite meh

A short wheeze escaped the mouth of the old Besalisk, his four tired limbs stretching at once as the landing pad of the ship opened. It'd been a long time since he'd heard them, but the cries of war with even too this day distinctly familiar. What was unfamiliar was this enemy, their tactics and methods of combat were... unorthodox and terrifyingly effective. His stomach sunk as he walked down the length of the extended landing pad; his ship floating in the air above the chaos.

His Barash Vow had lasted quite long enough.

He didn't allow himself much more thought beyond that, leaping from the safety of the ship onto a stairway the cretins were running up. The Jedi Master landed with a thud, two of his four arms extended to either side; a telekinetic repulse throwing every Drone in his immediate vicinity against the walls of the dual-stairway. His other two arms took his two staff-sabers into either hand. When some returned to full height, he realised they were his height, what seemed like cannon fodder matched him for mass.

Though they did not match his skill. On either side of him his two yellow staff-sabers acted as whirlinds of energy, cutting down six of Drones in a blur of motion. Each strike cutting through their chest or head.

 

[Ever Dawnracer]

Objective: A​

Post: 1​

Gear: See Signature​

Enemies: Come Fight Me​

Word had reached her on Ciomia that the Bryn'adul were once again advancing on a helpless world. She'd thought to bring Kyor "Mute" Jaeirr and Jala with her, but she knew they weren't ready for the sort of confrontation that fighting the beasts entailed. They were skilled and their training was progressing nicely, but they needed more time. This type of battle was not one she could throw two apprentices into so early in their training. As a result, she'd been forced to hop aboard the Resolute Dawn and pilot it off to the world of Groth on her own. She could have taken her minuscule fleet resources, but they were otherwise occupied with additional refugee work and there wasn't time to redeploy.​

When she'd arrived they'd already begun their attack and she'd been forced to fight her way through the Bryn'adul vessels. It wasn't all that difficult considering the speed and maneuverability of her vessel. Deploying the plasma torpedoes had proven effective at gaining her a flight path down to the planet as well. Suffice to say, she was rather impressed with Lucerne's work in designing their ships.

She'd landed at a droid control facility which seemed to be a relative epicenter of the fighting and had been reinforced by locals and others. She knew the world was a haven for the kinds of people she didn't really enjoy working with, but she also knew that they hadn't asked to be invaded and that they would be completely wiped out if there wasn't anyone to help them. Nobody deserved to be slaughtered regardless of their politics or government affiliation. Lease of all did children and the elderly deserve it, and they would be slaughtered indiscriminately if no one did anything. No, she wouldn't, couldn't, stand by and allow such.

Donning her helmet, she left the safety of the ship and sealed it up afterward. Her staff came to her hands and she affixed the Ahktar to either end, such that she had a double-bladed polearm rather than the two swords she'd used the last time she'd fought them.

A drone came at her, and the polearm moved so fast it could barely be seen to move, save for the fact that the drone split in two and collapsed to the ground rather than striking her. She moved on, already looking for her next target. She knew these beasts enough to know that in order to win this fight she had to find the commanders and eliminate them. Killing a few drones along the way wouldn't hurt, though.

 

[Osam]

Objective: A
Post 1
Equipment: Spiker, Kukri, Verikast Drone Armor

The Crusade and the ideals it stood for had not faltered. Where worlds before had fallen into ashen facsimiles of themselves, so now a new planet had been selected to be reborn through struggle and flame. Viciously reconstructed and irredeemably fierce beasts had come from the skies over Groth, deploying squadrons and regiments of Draelvasier warriors and their attached war-beasts.

All across the world's populated places, battalions were being deployed to condemn the populace to oblivion. One target of particular interest had been an island resort which happened to also possess one of the greater droid control facilities upon the world. The great Servitor worms far below the surface of the world worked tirelessly to rip and tear the crust of the planet so as to drop the many island resorts dotting the area into the ocean, drowning their substantial defenders in the tides like some ancient sapper.

The very moment that the transports had begun to divulge their contents onto the beaches of the island there had been conflict. Skags had shot forth from the transports, their riders wielding projectile weapons and crude club-like tools with which they would steal lives. In response to this sudden and mobile threat, droids - false automatons mimicking life fit only for annihilation - had responded with blaster-fire. All the while, a contingent of mercenaries had fought from whatever cover they could find, comprised of the reptilian Trandoshans and several dozen of the brutish hog Gamorreans wielding vibro-axes and pikes.

Osam stepped free from his transport, immediately returning fire to wherever it had been sent, his squadron of Sraelvun following his example and spraying spiker-rounds in every direction to force back the defenders. The beaches were the only opportunity that the mercenaries and defensive droids would have to truly bottleneck the assaulting army before they had managed to spread out enough to instead require a comprehensive frontline. Whether the strategically-sound thought had come for the snorting swine or the flaking scales of the Trandoshans was impossible to know, but they had unanimously decided to follow through on the idea whoever's it had been.

Ever Dawnracer | Tarad Morko

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective: A
Post: 1
Tags: Osam / Kyrim Tenebris / Reosyvern / Bazh'Thu / Galak / Krarolk T'manu / Sarask Hiskt / Ehud // Ever Dawnracer / Tarad Morko

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The wind outside whistled across the drop-pods surface at blinding speed. The sound had become a therapy for Hrajlmak. However not the traditinal sort. It stabilized him to know where he was going. That noise psyched him up. Fed his veins with the blood he needed to slaughter. But it was also a familiar time to entrench his connections with the troops near him. He held a firm grip on one of the many servitors near this island along with over a thousand deployed troops. Each mind feeding into his own. A maze of which he held the omniscient eye. As he neared the ground, the noise of countless blaster bolts and slugthrowers almost blended into one. He was dropping into a hell-scape and he relished the thought.

The pod smashed into the ground further up the beach. Hrajlmak kicked the door off, sending it careening across pockmarked sands. He stepped out with haste and immediately made for the nearest boulder to get behind. Further up the beach was the grassline and among'st it, duracrete pillboxes and other defensive structures from which streams of fire came. Looking down the beach he watched as drop pods emptied themselves, only for the occupants to be shredded. Many made it to cover but just as many were falling. This would quickly become a stalemate. Hrajlmak shared what he could to the field, boosting the mental sharpness and resolve of every Drael at the beach. That would help, but it wouldn't make the difference. Worldlessly, Hrajlmak fed a nearby Ra'mak's mind with his position. After a few minutes and heavy losses, the war-beast came swerving through the clouds. It's beam weapons opening up on the grassline, giving the beachhead assault some breathing room to move up. But they would have to move fast.

 

[Tarad Morko]

Objective: Defend those who need it
Post: Two
Tags: Bazh'Thu | Osam | Hrajlmak'Natok | Ever Dawnracer |

It seemed as for every one of the Drones he killed, another three took its place. Their weaponry of choice was incredibly difficult to defend against, the hail of hot spikes being seemingly impossible to accurately defend against. Burns and scrapes dotted his tunic as the Jedi Master was forced to retreat up the stair well.

In this moment he was thankful for his species genetics, allowing him to leap great distances as he moved to flank around their main force. Though, it appeared that the fighting was thickest at the bottom of the beach. Tarad darted around the side of the main passage way, trying his best to avoid the Drones where he could. Though it seemed impossible to avoid these beasts as a group of Brutes turned the corner, an elite squad of some kind in heavier armour.

Tarad's eyes widened as he released a powerful force push, knocking three of the five man squad down. Tarad ran forward, spinning the staff saber's in front of him to block the in coming barrage. The closest two switched to Glaives, double ended weapons similar to his own. Tarad's eyes widened as he suddenly became locked in a stalemate. These creatures were seemingly effortlessly his match in strength, and their weapons put him at a disadvantage.

He'd have to play the long game, find a gap when it appeared.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: One
Objective: A
Tags: Hrajlmak'Natok | Tarad Morko | Osam | Ghrom the Molten | Galak | Krarolk T'manu | Kyrim Tenebris | Ehud | Ever Dawnracer | Lucien Kenston |

On the other side of the resort.

Whilst the nuisance of the droids would deter the smaller Servitors, nothing quite man made nor of flesh could seem to contend with the great Al-Hadad. The Primarch stood, both arms raised as his right hand firmly grasped the Staff. He missed having his left hand, but the wound was a reminder of weakness. One not easily forgotten. The Primarch had forgotten his place, he had forgotten what he was. He was no warrior, he was a Beast Master. He commanded creatures beyond imagining, and that was exactly what he planned to do.

The Primarch stood on a lone island, watching from a distance as for as far as the eye could see the great Servitor stretched outward toward the resort the Droid factory was located at. With a thought, the great serpent shifted in the water; waves lashed out in every direction as the great Al-Hadad surged forward through the water, uninhibited by the slowness of earth as he moved under the resort.

The other Serviors would now act as Hadad's escort, fighting the droids as they came. Those close to the beach would see rows of hundred foot long black spines spiralling outward for a great distance as the bleak and grey shell of Hadad briefly breached the surface of the ocean as the massive creature dived under the water.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

OBJECTIVE: B
POST: ONE
ENGAGING: WHOEVER IS AN IMMEDIATE THREAT
EQUIPMENT: IN SIGNATURE

Today, Krarolk would bathe in the blood of the impure.
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The three of them, himself, his fellow Elite, and his Zealot Commander, had carved a path of blood through the spaceports of Groth. They had been sent to shut down the shields of the planet's numerous hangars, flushing out the cowardly lowlives from behind their precious barriers and exterminating their means of escape. Some, of course, had not taken lightly to the intrusion of the Zealots. However, those who had opposed them lay dead on the ground, their skulls split open by an axe or their chests torn to shreds by the curved blade of a spear.

Now, the three-Zealot squad traveled up a small side road and approached one of the largest hangars on the planet. Roughly the length of four Servitors, the width of three, and the height of one, the hangar was protected by a plasma shield that had yet to fall to the bombardment commenced by Krarolk's kin. It housed nearly one hundred vessels of various sizes, and could potentially harbor thousands of people. The hangar had no perimeter wall or fence, so infiltration would likely not be excessively difficult. Consequently, letting the vermin escape would be a sin the Zealots could never repay.

The hangar doors, which already hung wide open, exposed the reason the hangar's shields remained intact. A steel barricade roughly half as tall as Krarolk stretched across the entry hall, marked with bullet holes and blood. About two dozen Brutes lay dead in the entry hall, their hulking bodies riddled with bulletholes from various rifles and machine guns. Behind the barricade, the defenders had just begun to notice the incoming force headed their way. The defenders seemed to be about one hundred humanoids of a local cartel militia, lightly and often unevenly armored with a variety of leather and steel. They wielded an assortment of rifles, pistols, carbines, and a few light machine guns.

The defenders had sighted the squad and began to open fire. However, the Zealots rapidly found cover, hugging up against the side of the hangar.

"Perhaps there is a rear entrance." stated Krarolk's Commander in his native tongue. "We should not rush in blindly like our brothers, but approach this with precision."

"Agreed." replied Krarolk as the squad began their path towards the side of the hangar.

Ever Dawnracer | Lucien Kenston | Ghrom the Molten | Kyrim Tenebris | Galak | Hrajlmak'Natok | Bazh'Thu | Reosyvern | Osam | Ehud | Sarask Hiskt

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[Osam]

Objective A
Post 2

Equipment: Spiker, Kukri, Verikast Drone Armor


"Down!" He shrieked suddenly, hearing the gentle thuds behind him as the Sraelvun complied mere seconds before a whizzing projectile whistled through the air above them. It struck behind them at the edge of the transport which had brought them, causing it to hiss and shriek from the burns. "Marksman. Kill that one!" He commanded, returning to his feet as the assigned soldier took to the task of locating and eliminating the rocketeer before he could launch another explosive at the band.

The Skag riders had done wonders for forcing back the mercenary contingent, managing to harry those in more entrenched positions, and making it necessary for them to exchange some of their forward-facing firepower for rear-guard defense. Otherwise, the riders could simply stride alongside the mercenaries' backs and slaughter the lot of them by means of their melee tools and their wicked strength. The offloading of Rhivaks also helped to promote the further fallback of the hostile forces, except for the droids which continued to march ahead without any sort of comprehension for their danger.

The Rhivaks would charge ahead whenever there was an available opening, carving great gouges in the defenses of the opposition before twisting about and returning to the relative safety of the transport beasts. They continued these hit-and-runs as necessary, directed in their efforts by Shamans hidden still within the confines of the beasts, providing them with some degree of cover from the flying projectiles and explosives which struck the battlefront. Osam envied them their safety at times, but it was not his lot in life to join their rank and privilege.

All the while, perhaps the greatest of the beast masters had brought to bear the greatest of the beasts. Al-Hadad would reign destruction upon the island... it was only a matter of time.

 

[Galak]

Objective B
Post: One
Tags: Hrajlmak'Natok | Tarad Morko | Ever Dawnracer | Lucien Kenston | Ghrom the Molten | Krarolk T'manu | Kyrim Tenebris | Ehud | Primarch Drek'ma | Osam |

Whilst the Zealots would take one hangar, the Brutes of the 10th Regiment moved for another. The 12th were on the beaches with Warlock Hrajmak, Galak hoped he would survive the vicious assault. Galak and some one hundred Brutes moved freely through the great widths of space that lay empty between the massive hangars. All the humans were hiding within the defensive shields. The Emissary had chosen to lead a detachment of the 10th to disable one of those said shields and allow more of their troops to land alongside whatever orbital bombardment would come for the vessels that might attempt to flee.

The Brutes moved slowly through the empty street, Galak at their lead with Bryn Shot in hand. As they reached a stairway, Galak raised his fist, signalling for their forces to halt their movements. His instincts tingled, he felt it in his gut that something was off. The Brute Emissary searched his immediate surroundings, looking up the stairwell. He squinted, looking to the railway above them. When he saw it he couldn't tell what it was until it was too late. It was an eye, an ambush.

"Ambush!"

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective: A
Post: 2
Tags: Osam / Kyrim Tenebris / Reosyvern / Bazh'Thu / Galak / Krarolk T'manu / Sarask Hiskt / Ehud // Ever Dawnracer / Tarad Morko

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Beam weaponry from the Ra'mak opened up on the grass line, reducing the streams of fire and melting defensive structures. In that moment, Hrajlmak dashed from behind cover, his six eyes darting all around the beach in an attempt to gather as much of what was happening as possible. There were large groups dug into foxholes in the sand, brutes and drones alike and Rhivaks had managed to destroy a large portion of the fortifications on the beach. With the pressure from the Ra'mak, the beachhead could certainly be taken. Hrajlmak looked down to the sea and bellowed an encouraging roar to his comrades before turning and sprinting up to the grass.

He dove headfirst through an opening in a pillbox, landing at the feet of two Trandoshan mercenaries. Before anybody could react, he grabbed both shins and filled their bones with enough electricity to melt them. The two lizard-men collapsed in writhing heaps. Hrajlmak got to his feet, picked up his staff and exited the pillbox. Ahead was the forest and just beyond that, the objective. The forest would be reduced to ash.

 

[Galak]

Objective B
Post: Two
Tags: Krarolk T'manu | Hrajlmak'Natok | Kyrim Tenebris | Bazh'Thu | Ehud | Ever Dawnracer | Primarch Drek'ma | Lucien Kenston | Tarad Morko

The Brute Emissary roared as he darted right, a rocket launcher propped up against the railing was fired into their ranks - Galak leapt to the side, the kinetic force of the explosion thrusting him into the wall as it crumbled underneath his weight. His ears were ringing, dust and rubble fired at him like projectiles as he blinked, feeling himself over with one hand to ensure he still had everything attached. Galak rose hurriedly, the Brutes began opening fire as Galak clambered against the wall; turning to the Brutes and signalling for the Brutes split into two groups. Those that could get behind cover did and opened fire at the ambush to offer suppressing fire to the others.

Galak only had a moment to make a split-decision, signalling with his hand to those in cover that he would lead a flank against them. Their had to be an adjacent stairway. Had to be. The only reply that was given was a nod. Not a moment was wasted, the Brutes broke off into a sprint as they circled around to the other side. As quickly as the secondary stairway came into view, their hopes were dashed.

"Heh. Fear always makes the weak more cunning." Galak spat, somewhat admiring the tactic.

They'd destroyed the stairway, they'd have to quickly send a few up.

"Give us a leg up! We'll flank around!"

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

OBJECTIVE: B
POST: TWO
ENGAGING: WHOEVER IS AN IMMEDIATE THREAT
EQUIPMENT: IN SIGNATURE

The Zealot trio found a side door, which was locked and reinforced by steel bars.​

However, two shots from the Radesh Shredder carried by their heavily built Baedurin comrade was enough to tear a hole in the bars and door alike. The hole in the door exposed a small and narrow hall, about two meters tall and a meter wide. The three Zealots struggled through the door, and then entered a low crouch as they carefully navigated the hall. It was dimly lit, with three old lightbulbs spaced ten meters apart from each other providing most of the illumination outside of the morning light seeping in from outside. After two minutes, the Zealots squeezed through the hall without incident, coming out in a shaded area of the large hangar. Above them was the wing of a frigate-sized vessel, one of many stashed haphazardly throughout the space. About two hundred meters away, unaware of the approaching threat, lay the collection of syndicate militia that had eliminated many of Krarolk's comrades.

At that point, a silent understanding had been reached among the still-concealed Zealots. They would avenge their brothers and rip the pitiful criminals to shreds before tearing their facility apart as well. Their commander nodded his head slowly and pointed towards the gathered militia. In an instant, the Zealots charged.

No longer bothering with stealth, the three let out cries of anger and vengeance before letting their wrath be known. As a humanoid male sixty meters away turned around to face the new threat, he found an axe embedded deep in his forehead. He was dead before he hit the ground. Another of Krarolk's axes tore so deep into a human female's chest that it came out the other side with her heart stuck deep in the blade. His Baeudrin comrade's Shredder tore great holes through the mercenary lines, who were now entering a state of panic as so many of their kin fell around them. Some braver souls started to open fire, only to be impaled by countless spikes from the rifle of Krarolk's commander. The Zealots did not think much of the tiny pistol and rifle bolts that flew into them and their armor, shrugging off blow after blow with their thick hides and thicker armor.

As the Zealots continued to close the distance, Krarolk noticed a Twi'lek male reach for a discarded machine gun. The Twi'lek was only able to fire two rounds before Krarolk entered melee range and decapitated him with the blade of his glaive. Feeling a small trickle of blood on his neck, Krarolk found cover, took his left hand off the glaive, and touched the spot. It did not seem to be a severe gash, so Krarolk instead took the blood and smeared it on his glaive.

It would be a memory - one proving that he was literally willing to shed his blood for his cause.
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Ever Dawnracer | Lucien Kenston | Ghrom the Molten | Kyrim Tenebris | Galak | Hrajlmak'Natok | Bazh'Thu | Reosyvern | Osam | Ehud | Sarask Hiskt

 

[Galak]

Objective B
Post: Three
Tags: Ever Dawnracer | Lucien Kenston | Kyrim Tenebris | Hrajlmak'Natok | Bazh'Thu | Osam | Krarolk T'manu | Ehud |

As quickly as the Emissary spoke, he alongside four others were being helped up the small trench. His left foot went into the palm of a fellow Brute, pushing up and grasping the shattered edges of the duracrete staircase as he pulled himself up, his chest rolling over the edge as he pulled his legs up. Galak reached down, extending a hand to the last to climb. Brute Major Fara, the lightest of the five. Her two hands clamped around his wrist, with a grunt the Emissary yanked her up.

"The rest of you, return to your brothers!" Galak barked loudly before breaking off into a sprint as the four who accompanied him had already begun to head in the direction of their enemy. Ahead of them an explosion rippled across the ground as a Phedrak Fighter was shot down, the source of the destruction coming from a anti-air turret in between them and the opposite stairway.

Though it seemed the turret was turning its attention to them now, rather than anything in the air. Galak signalled for his squad to take cover, but it all happened so fast. Before even a single muscle twitched to react, the ground where two of their five stood was obliterated. One of them was entirely eviscerated as the second, larger Brute was thrown back without one of his arms; crashing into a wall behind them and falling below the railing.

"Pavium!" Galak roared, watching as one of his brethren fell to the depths. Galak dropped into cover with the surviving two.

"I'll go round, deal with the turret. You two keep pushing after its focused on me!"

 

[Osam]

Post 3
Objective: A

The firepower of a Ra'mak was nothing to scoff at or ignore. Osam had been focused primarily upon assisting with the removal of whoever had launched the missile at them in order to prevent it from striking at one of the larger war-beasts, and in encouraging the push of the Rhivaks by providing covering fire, but the necessity for such things were immensely reduced when the Ra'mak let loose a beam of fiery death upon the entrenchment of the mercenary and droid forces.

Observing the sway and push of the Brutes and his fellow drones, the Risen-Srael determined that it was absolutely necessary that they seize hold of the momentum gained by the Ra'mak and Rhivaks continued attacks, and press forward under the cover of the war-beasts. Shrieking to his subordinates, the Srael began to sprint along the beach, the sand allowing for somewhat unsteady movement and uncomfortable movement. It was irritating to march through, but it was necessary, and there were far more pressing issues with which to deal.

The Risen-Srael made especial notice of the presence of a familiar-looking figure which had managed to slide directly into a foxhole and quite effectively eliminate a pair of the Trandoshan mercenaries housed within it. Recognizing an opportunity to provide continued support, the drone pack gradually began to approach near-ish to the fellow warrior, firing into any additional entrenchment or mercenaries that could be seen from just outside of the foxhole. Osam felt the Spiker in his hands recoil and shake as the super-heated rounds soared through the air, pinning a particularly hefty looking droid to a weak sapling and toppling both over with the force of the round.

Hrajlmak'Natok | Primarch Drek'ma

 

[Tarad Morko]

Objective: A
Post: Three
Tags: Hrajlmak'Natok | Primarch Drek'ma | Osam | Galak | Ever Dawnracer | Lucien Kenston | Kyrim Tenebris | Bazh'Thu | Krarolk T'manu |

The force guided the elder Besalisk as he put all his energy into holding back his two assailants. They seemed content to maintain the stalemate, knowing their companions would gun him down the moment they reached their feet. Tarad had mere moments to turn the tide in his favour.

Tarad deactivated the two upper blades and slid between his two opponents, his upper arms sliding down the hilt as his lower arms grasped the upper length as he spun both around and cut the right arm off the Brute on his right, however the Brute on his left turned on his heel and blocked the second blade.

Almost immediately the Jedi Master leapt up into the air, shooting up and backward as he threw both sabers down toward the ranged fighters behind him, managing to cut down one. Tarad landed on the platform above them, a ceiling to the corridor he was originally heading for. His enemies opened fire at him as he pulled his saber back to him before he broke into a sprint away from the site of the combat.

 

[Lucien Kenston]

Objective: B
Post: One
Tags: Open

Lucien and his crew had been completing jobs around Bryn'adûl space for weeks. The growing anxiety over Bryn'adûl expansion had reached a fever pitch. As a result, smuggling people and resources off Groth and worlds alike had proven quite profitable. Lucien has been operating under Hutt contract for the past few weeks, hightailing their assets from Groth back to Nar Shaddaa and Nal Hutta. The pay has been extraordinary, but the risk of death at the hands of these space-faring monsters is a fate Lucien deems expensive.

The gladiator pits and casinos dotting the planet have laid silent, the absence of their patrons have given to a crawling silence spanning planet-wide. Lucien had returned for more of the Hutt cargo. This was their third trip, with hazard pay increasing each visit. This time, it was the Hutt’s slave gladiators that needed saving. A quick trip, Lucien thought.

As they loaded the last of the slaves onboard their freighter, the nightmare scenario came to be. Bryn'adûl ship’s appeared out of hyperspace and began bombardment. Hangers without defense shields were already being torn to shreds. Landing parties began quickly descending onto the planet, Lucien and his crew began to fear the worst.

“All right ladies and gentlemen, we knew the risk when we took the job! Get your karking blasters ready and piss yourselves now if you need to, we got some crazy aliens to fry!”

Despite his show of confidence, Lucien knew getting out of this would be tricky. Not all of his crew would make it. Those first ships attempting to flee would likely be blasted out of the sky. This would be a gunfight before they could even consider taking off. “Tre, take those chains off these gladiators and toss them some weapons.” Lucien turns towards the procession of slaves who, just minutes ago, were being loaded onto his ship. “You want your freedom? Help keep us alive and you got it, my treat”

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective: A
Post: 3
Tags: Osam / Kyrim Tenebris / Reosyvern / Bazh'Thu / Galak / Krarolk T'manu / Sarask Hiskt / Ehud // Ever Dawnracer / Tarad Morko

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The he stepped outside the pillbox he was under fire. Bolts smacked into his armour and he dove into the shrubbery to disrupt their focus. Quickly scrambling back to his feet he released a sharp jet of flame from his palm at the nearest Trandoshan. As the lizard began to scream, the others who had their guns trained on him were ripped apart by spiker rounds. One droid carried and pinned to a tree trunk. Hrajlmak's head darted in the direction of the support, his eyes finding the hybrid who'd proven himself on Malagarr. Hrajlmak acknowledged him with a nod and joined the group.

"No time to waste. The Ra'mak will suppress the control center's outermost defenses and give us some breathing room to make contact. Once the Rhivak's have breached its walls and given us entry, destroy significant defenses and make straight for its interior". The beachhead assault had almost met a stalemate. Whether or not the objective was better defended, they would have to close the gap quickly. With a nod, he darted into the trees.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Two
Objective: A
Tags: Hrajlmak'Natok | Osam | Ghrom the Molten | Galak | Krarolk T'manu | Kyrim Tenebris | Ehud | Ever Dawnracer | Lucien Kenston |

The Serpent dove under the island, its spiralling form made its marble-black spines spiralling; cutting down dozens of droids as its convoy of Servitors dove for the larger groups. Al-Hadad whipped its tail around as it turned onto its back, its clawed mouth looking upward to the vein of earth under the island.

For all their efforts, none could content with the sheer power of the great serpent. The massive creature lunged forward with its grand maw opened; on the surface of the island; everything would shake as Hadad would begin to chip away at the foundations of the island.

The serpents bellow shuddered through water and stone, the Primarch's ability to spread fear echoed through its roar from the depths of the water. The fear of the incomprehensible, the fear of the unknown.

 

[Galak]

Objective B
Post: Four [and maybe like my next 5 posts lol]
Tags: Tbd

With a nod from both of his fellow Brutes, Galak turned on his heel and sprinted out from the cover in the opposite direction. He could feel the heat on his heels as soon as he was moving. The Emissary ran as fast as he could before leaping, the kinetic shockwave of the explosion carried him forward, slamming into the end of the railing, crushing it under his weight; flipping over the end.

"Hruagh!" Everything was spinning, his hands grasped for anything, everything in a panic. His hand found the railing, but tore it from its hinges as he spun to the side. Galak didn't have time to stop and think, just to climb. He leapt for the rampart as the railing fell away from the rampart. The Brute snarled, frustration nearly equalled the fear in his gut.

It was a big gun. Big damn gun. Galak pull himself upward, his left arms compact shield shot up as he broke into a sprint to get around it. But, as big as this technological turret was; it turned slow. He could outrun it, making him way round to the other side of the rampart, leaping up to a high raised platform just above the turret.