Dominion Bryn'adûl | Dominion of Groth

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Three
Objective: A
Tags: N/A

It seemed as though he had been found.

A small ship landed on the island, his attention was taken away from the serpents within the water for a brief moment. His eyes closed, feeling the flesh within its metal cage. They had been sent to kill him from one of them main islands.

The two Zealots had his side shifted, taking their rifles into hand. The ship lowered close to the ground, its thrusters kicking up a small sandstorm beneath them. The Primarch looked to his stub, then back to the shuttle; the doors on either side of the shuttle began to depressurise.

"Perhaps it is time for a small indulgence."

 

[Tarad Morko]

Objective: Defend those who need it
Post: Three
Engage: Krarolk T'manu

As the Jedi Master ran the length of the rooftop, he ground to a halt as he watched what looked like a specialised unit attack civilians and what looked like a small group of militia forces within a nearby hangar. The Besalisk leapt a great distance between the rooftop he was on to the outside of the hangar.

The Jedi Master telekinetically grabbed the Zealot under cove wielding a Glaive, and attempted to yank him through the air to land a dozen metres away from the Jedi Master.

Tarad activated his two staff-sabers, and ran for the Zealot.

 

[Galak]

Objective B
Post: Five
Tags: Tbd

The turret fired again, blasting away the ground beneath him as he leapt to the back of the turret. He couldn't tell if it was unmanned or if there was a pilot. He didn't care. Galak thrust his Glaive into the turrets motor, grasping with both hands the Emissary twisted and pulled back. It was no good, but he had an idea.

The Brute shuffled closer to the cannon, grasping onto the barrel with both hands as he struggled to maintain balance. Galak hesitated for a moment, reaching down and taking an Impact Grenade from his belt, slowly edging closer to the end of the barrel. He had a chance at losing his arm, but he had to take out this turret.

Galak lunged forward, shoving the impact grenade down the barrel as he thrust himself from it; leaping for the rampart below. The impact grenade expanded within the barrel, the churning and strain of metal was all that could be heard as the turret turned to fire at Galak. When it did, the turret and its entire platform exploded into a fiery ball of flame.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

OBJECTIVE: B
POST: THREE
COMRADES IN AREA: NONE CURRENTLY
ENGAGING: Tarad Morko
EQUIPMENT: IN SIGNATURE

Kra'rolk suddenly felt his feet leave the ground.
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He was flung through the air by an unknown force, nearly exiting the battlefield. However, Kra'rolk thrust his glaive deep into the floor of the hangar, bringing his momentum to a halt after he had been launched only three meters. A fair distance away from him, but approaching rapidly, seemed to be a Jedi. The being seemed to be of a solid build with two double-bladed lightsabers in his hands. Keeping his axes concealed, Kra'rolk charged forwards to meet the Jedi head on.

As he closed the distance, Kra'rolk reached out in his own Force ability. It resided deep within him, a pond of mystical power that could be unleashed in almost any form. He called forth his pond of power, sending it up his muscled arms and into the blade of his glaive. It began to glow a dim, light shade of green, a sign of its enhanced strength and slicing ability. With his strengthened blade, he could easily hold his own against the Jedi and his lightsabers, regardless of how skilled of a swordsman he was.

About five meters away from the Jedi, he lunged forwards, thrusting the blade of his glaive right towards the center of the Jedi's body. While he didn't know the Jedi's species or where its vitals lay, he knew that it would be very difficult for any organism to survive being turned into a kebab.

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[Osam]

Post 4
Objective A

Hrajlmak'Natok had been right when he said there was no time to waste. Osam acknowledged the subtextual command, readying his own drone squad to prepare to charge directly ahead. They needed to pierce the lines of defense deep enough that the defenders would need to turn to face them, and subsequently lessen their fire on the beached forces. Once they had folded over to fight them, then the remaining forces on the beach would be able to rush forward and overtake the defenders they found in a sort of reverse-flanking maneuver.

The Major observed as his ally shot into the trees, vanishing from sight, and he quickly scanned the area for a good area where he could also charge ahead. There, about forty feet ahead was another squad of Trandoshan mercenaries laying a great deal of blaster-fire down range towards his allies. If he approached from his current angle, the vegetation of the woods would protect his squad from sight, and they would be able to close the gap with the foes. Once they had stricken them down, they could begin firing from their position into neighboring bands of defenders, opening the way for allied forces to advance.

Strategic thoughts weren't familiar to the Major, but tactical decisions like this were something he had dealt with for a great deal of time, and he knew just the words to bark to guarantee complete obedience from the Sraelvun under him. They moved like droids themselves, compliant to his whims as they advanced without melancholy or exuberance towards the Trandoshans, shifting weeds under their feet as they approached. Within the last ten feet or so, a shriek was given, and the band charged into the opponents, toppling them to the ground and thrashing them harshly with their Spiker guns. Trandoshans were strong, and Sraelvun hadn't been blessed with the power of their Baedurin cousins, but the element of surprise and the rending claws of the Sraelvun had done wonders for ripping tears through the defensive group.

Once they had been dispatched, the Major turned his attention to a barely visible section of defenders, hiding behind a hastily erected barricade, but openly exposed from this angle. The Spiker raised, aimed, and fired -- a half-dozen cousins matched its bark.

 

[Kad]

Post: One
Objective: B
Tags - N/A

The Striker Shard whipped low, cutting down a freighter attempting to escape. The Shard cut the freighter in half, causing it to explode as it plummeted back into the hangar bay, the Shard whipped around as it came low; firing off both of its plasma cannons through the hangar bay, destroying some of the ships in the bays as it darted through the hangar, spinning upward into the air.

"Where is the generator? I need a location." Gredak called from the pilot seat, swerving into a spin as to avoid blasts from the AA towers.

The Shard darted low as it fired at the closest tower, blasting away its foundations. The AA tower crashed, the explosion rippled against the shield wall above. Gredak checked his radar, nothing yet. The skies were getting busier as ships belonging to pirates attempt to leave, and small accompanying groups of fighters joined them. Quickly it seemed the Bryn'adûl forces in the air would be outnumbered. That could prove deadly for many if the ground forces could not locate the shield generator in time.

 

[Galak]

Objective B
Post: Six
Tags: Tbd

The Brute barely had enough time to hide himself behind his shield as the shrapnel was scattered in all directions by the explosion. As much as he wanted to catch his breath, there was no time. He had to regroup with his forces. Galak took to his feet, heading off towards the adjacent stairwell. By the time he arrived, the battle was over; they'd only lost a few.

That was good, but the loss of Pavium was not lost on him. "Fara, Gordak. Retrieve Pavium. He's too tough to have been killed off by a damn droid."

The two Brute Minors both nodded before heading off back from the direction they came. Galak had been keeping an eye on his troops, he knew who was worth saving and who was not. Pavium was one of them, and even so he felt it in his gut that Pavium was still alive.

 

[Kad]

Post: Two
Objective: B
Tags - N/A

"This is Major Xraedak. Dropping a flare on the Generator!" The call came from below, Gredak scanned the nearby area from the viewport of the cockpit. He couldn't see the flare, not from this angle anyway.

His focus was torn away from the search as a small trio of pirate attack ships opened fire ahead. Gredak instinctively spun, dodging a few shots of their blaster fire as his vessel blasted past theirs. The shard had speed, but its hull couldn't take quite the beating those pirate ships could deliver. The Zealot snarled, angered as he turned to his co-pilot Drone.

"Recharge the cannons, we need to get behind them!" The Shard pulled up into the air, diving downwards, swerving to get itself upright as it blasted off toward the Pirates as they came round once again.

 

[Galak]

Objective B
Post: Seven
Tags: Tbd

Galak watched as Fara and Gordak departed, only turning to the rest of the detachment once they were out of sight. His steely gaze was returned by theirs, they had lost their brethren needlessly and like him - they had all grown to value one and other.

"10th Regiment! Fall out! We have a hangar to take! With their AA turret down, we'll be able to land more forces in the runway ahead! Let's move!" The Brute spoke as he took a spare spike rifle that had been collected from one of their fallen brethren. Not a rifle he used often, he usually preferred a more blunt approach. However, sometimes a scalpel was required instead of a hammer.

Galak broke into a jog, leading the detachment toward a clearing where they could call in for more reinforcements. He usually didn't think of himself as anything other than a Hammer. But, as an Emissary he was whatever his people needed him to be. He had risen above his position as a simple tool. His nature was to adapt to ensure his people would thrive.

 

[Kad]

Post: Three
Objective: B
Tags - N/A

Gredak pressed forward, palms tensing over the control stones as the cannons blasted off, only managing to destroy one of the pirate ships. Gredak turned to his co-pilot, no intent to acknowledge their lack of success being his fault. Gredak took a Shredder from his hip, and fired a single Shredder shot into the Sraelvun co-pilots head.

Gredak took the reigns, spinning down between the two remaining pirate ships. He wanted to try and hit one with the blade stem of the Shard. As he came down from above them, both rolled away from him to regroup below. The Zealot cursed in his native tongue, turning for their next go around. He saw the flare now, but he'd have to get through these pirates first.

"Major Xraedak, I see your flare. I need to take out these fighters, then I will eliminate the Generator!" There was no response.

Whether by damage to their gear or death, they were unable to reply. Gredak could not know if they were outside of the blast range of the generator, but he didn't care either. They had the time it took him to get rid of the fighters on his tail, and then he was blowing that Generator to hell.

 

[Galak]

Objective B
Post: Eight
Tags: Tbd

The detachment came to a halt as they stood over a steep fifty foot drop, clearly there was some kind of elevator here. But, from inspecting below - it was clearly broken. No doubt self-sabotage to delay their advance. No matter, they could start landing forces in the large runway ahead, beyond that was the hangar itself.

Galak raised his gauntlet, speaking into his communication stone; "This is Emissary Galak, I want two Heldrak dropships on the runway ahead. The AA Gun has been destroyed. We also require means of travel, deploy a dozen Orkale Gunships to my location!" He didn't even wait for a response, he didn't want to hear an excuse. All they could now was wait for their assistance to arrive.

Minutes past, and the all too familiar sound of plummeting dropships was impossible to ignore. The massive dropships broke through the shield, crashing onto the runway. From their confines, two Ra'maks alongside nearly a hundred Rhivaks and thousands of Drones deployed from within. Their hangars seemed to be defended by the largest segment of their militia.

But, even from here he could tell they were already scattered. Galak was tired of fighting half-baked paramilitaries. The Brute wanted a real fight, for all the cunning tactics different groups could deploy - nothing yet quite matched the military might of the Bryn in full force. Nothing in this Galaxy seemed to stand a chance.

 

[Tarad Morko]

Objective: Defend those who need it
Post: Four
Engage: Krarolk T'manu

He could feel the force emanating from the alien warrior, but it was strange. These warriors did not seem to reign from the dark side or light. He had expected this was simply another Dark Side cult. Perhaps not.

Tarad assumed a battle stance as the Zealot came at him, as the Glaive was thrust outward toward him the Jedi Master moved to block the stab of the Glaive with the bottom saber of his left staff-saber, pushing it to the left and away as he spun the right staff saber in his two hands, aiming to slash the hands of the Zealot.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

OBJECTIVE: B
POST: FOUR
COMRADES IN AREA: NONE CURRENTLY
ENGAGING: Tarad Morko
EQUIPMENT: IN SIGNATURE

While the other two Elites continued to mercilessly tear through the mercenary lines, Kra'rolk's focus remained locked on the Jedi in front of him.
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His glaive was pushed to the side by one of the Jedi's blades, and the Jedi launched a counterstrike with his own. The lightsaber intended for Kra'rolk's arms hit solid steel imbued with the Force, the shaft of the glaive enhanced as much as the blade itself. Kra'rolk had simply diverted the flow of the Force down from the tip of his blade down through the entire glaive, which continued to glow a pale green color.

"Pathetic creature." spat out Kra'rolk, his voice a deep and garbled tone. While he had taken the time to learn some rudimentary Basic, he was much more comfortable with the Drael tounge, and preferred mere phrases in Basic. "You'll soon die."

Thrusting outwards with the shaft of his glaive, Kra'rolk attempted to use his brute strength to momentarily push his opponent back. Then, with his glaive freed once more, he adjusted his grip on his glaive to face his opponent. He lunged forwards a step, only to suddenly bolt to the right of his enemy. Then, he lunged towards the Jedi's right flank, thrusting his glaive towards the elbow of the being's upper right arm.

 

[Osam]

Post 5
Objective: A

It didn't take long for the Trandoshan mercenaries and their allies to realize they were being stricken directly perpendicular from where they had expected to face enemy fire. When the second member of their miniature squadron was dropped by a Spiker round piercing through their side, they ducked down behind their barricades, searching for the presence of what they must've assumed was simply a sniper picking off targets. Instead, the firepower of the Sraelvun continued in its consistency, the super-heated rounds burrowing deeply into the barricade and piercing through it wherever possible, glancing off of the defenders who sought its sanctuary.

One of them managed to squeeze off a shot of their own, the chance shot managing to strike directly in the exposed face of one of the Sraelvun fighting alongside the Risen Major. They stood for a brief instant, their body not recognizing the brain's death as the blaster bolt scorched through them. Finally, the unknowing corpse collapsed to the ground, their Spiker falling to the floor with unceremonious gravity. Osam despised taking such casualties in the midst of battle, because it meant he would need to locate additional Sraelvun recruits to fight under him, and they would need to adapt to his styles of leadership and discipline, but it was difficult to prevent such deaths.

Even as the Trandoshans responded to their presence of the interloping squad of Sraelvun, the assailants upon the beach managed to press forward, their Rhivaks and Skag beasts cutting massive swathes in the defenses of the enemy as they pressed forward, Brutes and Drones alike managing to utterly annihilate many of the defending mercenaries whose morale teetered precariously on the edge of retreat. The Trandoshan warrior who had scored a kill arose from his barricade once more, intent on firing, only for a charging Rhivak to trample him and his comrades into a reptilian paste.

 

[Tarad Morko]

Objective: Defend those who need it
Post: Five
Engage: Krarolk T'manu

The Besalisk was surprised to feel his strength was matched by this smaller monster, yet the force flowed strongly through it. Perhaps that was why - when his right saber's upper blade struck the glowing metal he quickly understood. He was dealing with something not unlike a Jedi or Sith.

The use of basic took the Jedi by surprise, his brow furrowing in a lightning focus as he maintained his attention directed at the combat rather than a discussion. His enemy pushed with brute strength, but in response the Jedi Master retreated a full two steps, not allowing the Zealot inside his guard.

Then the Zealot came at him again, Tarad slashed outward with his left saber as the Zealot darted right and went for his upper-right arm. In the moment he had, Tarad braced his upper arm as he released his staff-saber into his lower arm; the front blade of the Glaive cut through his elbow as his lower-arm swung with the Staff-saber in hand at the Zealots mid-section.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Four
Objective: A
Tags: N/A

The Primarch delved into the threads of time and space, his mind shifted to observe the interior of the enemy vessel. His mind placed himself within its confines and in a blink, the Primarch stood among the mercnearies within the crowded interior of the gunship.

Life draining energy struck the closest into the opposite wall of the gunship, the Primarch's eyes darting between them as he counted a total of four still standing. The Primarch looked to the second of his victims, forcing his heart to halt in its beat, falling to the ground.

Lightning shot upward like a tendril from the stump of his right hand, slashing the last three in a chain of lightning that burnt their flesh, making them scream.

When the gunship landed, the Zealots at his side quickly killed the pilot as the Primarch teleported out from the confines of the ship.

"Easy prey. Now, let us finish this."

 

[Galak]

Objective B
Post: Nine
Tags: Tbd

When the Orkale's arrived, the Brutes of the 10th Regiment were ferried to the battlefield below. Galak rode Orkale alongside his Brutes, hanging out the side of the gunship as he held onto the upper-railing with his free hand. The battle above and below was vicious, glorious. Shards darted through the sky and fought pirate ships, whilst below on the surface Zealot squads attacked the hangars.

A smile spread across Galak's face, a pride he only ever fault standing side by side with his fellow Brutes of the 10th Regiment. Galak raised his free hand, activating his com unit.

"Alright, let's show these Zealots how to get things done properly!" Galak roared to his companions, a resounding cry came from all or the Orkale Gunships as they came close to the ground.

Almost as if they knew what Galak was going to do, hundreds of Brutes leapt from their Orkale's prematurely; landing with their weapon free and opening fire immediately. The Brute Emissary laughed heartily at their enthusiasm as he leapt himself; charging to meet his fellow Brutes on the battlefield. This fight would be over soon, the Drones already had their pathetic military on the run.

 

[Kad]

Post: Four
Objective: B
Tags - N/A

The Zealot was under fire. One shot from the back but he had no idea where the other Pirate ship was, though he couldn't worry about that right now. Right now he had to take out the Pirate behind him or he'd be going down soon. Gredak halted his engines, flipping the ship to the right and on its belly as it spun through the air and flew backward and behind the Pirate ship chasing him.

He couldn't fail. He needed to complete his objective. His reputation and position depended on it, Gredak blasted forward as he opened fire on the second pirate ship, his superior firepower knocking out one of the smaller ships engines and disabling its shields. He readied to fire again, but was caught off guard as the second pirate ship came darting low to his left, firing its missiles at him.

The Zealot cursed as he was forced to relent his attack, instead choosing to come full circle and aim upwards. The missiles were following him but soon enough they would be put to use for his benefit, not his attackers. Gredak picked up thye trail of the second pirate ship, following it as it spiralled through the air, trying to create some distance so it could attack again.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Five
Objective: A
Tags: N/A

Drek'ma returned his attention to the serpent beneath the surface, the convoy of Servitors had destroyed the small army of droids underneath as Al-Hadad made his turn around toward the centre of the major island. The massive Servitor shot for the middle of the massive island, tearing through ground, concrete and eventually duracrete.

The massive triple-mawed face of Al-Hadad tore through the surface of the Primary Island, stretching for thousands of metres in all directions the gigantic Servitor's upper body ripped through the ground, causing many buildings to crumble as the ground began to recede as Al-Hadad roared a quaking shriek, its massive head fully revealed.

The Primarch raised both of his arms, holding the Staff between his thumb and index finger as the rest were outstretched. He momentarily thought on the absence of his right hand; but swept away the thoughts as he lead the grand servitor upward, rising into a hunched form as it readied to dive forward.

 

[Kad]

Post: Five
Objective: B
Tags - N/A

The missiles were getting closer, they were faster than the Shard but the Shard was faster than the pirate ship. In a thought the Zealot commanded all power to the thrusters, booming forward and to the left side of the pirate ship. Gredak knew the first ship would no doubt try to save its companion. The Zealot watched the radar, waiting for the damaged vessel to appear on his radar.

It was coming from below them, on a trajectory course to hit Gredak's ship. The Zealot watched, waiting. He had to wait until the last moment, the missiles were gaining and if this didn't work he'd be blown out of the sky for sure. But he'd rather take some abuse from a pirate ship than missiles. The pirate ship from opened fire on his hull.

The Zealot winced, hoping the hull of the shard would survive the abuse. Gredak spun the Shard and cut the ship to his right in half and then, as the damaged ship came for him the Zealot darted low, putting the Pirate ship on a collision course with its dead-friends missiles. Behind him, the missiles and pirate ship collided into a large explosion.