Bryn'adûl | Dominion of Kesh

[Primal Architect]

Kesh Will Burn
For too long, Kesh has stood as a thorn in our said, home to the primary base of operations for the Deep Space Coalition; Kesh's treacherous jungle terrain and the newly employed Guerrilla-Warfare of the Coalition's forces has upset the balance and it must be restored. Survivors of Formos and Baros have retreated to Kesh, planning a large counterattack against the Bryn'adûl on Eadu, their rumoured next target. The vicious alien crusaders mount an insurgent strike before they can fully ready themselves, using their compassion against them as they track the survivors of Formos back to Kesh. Then attacking in the night.

This is a jount operation, lead by Marauder Rahm and Nacht. Hidden deep in the heart of the jungle is a collection of ancient Sith Fortresses, hidden by a dark side shroud that the desperate Coalition have taken up residence in, this advantage has made it difficult to locate their primary garrison. Throughout the forest, small pockets of elite marksmen have taken up various positions throughout the jungle, its a maze of tunnels and traps. The large beasts of the Bryn'adûl cannot assist them within, giving the Coalition a fighting chance.

In the depths of the Jungle, the seeds of darkside corruption have been planted - something stirs in the earth. Ready to be awakened by the fires of war. The Jedi stand stalwart, bravery in their hearts even with the knowledge of what is to come, those of the mercenary clan of Thrysian Golden Warriors fight for their survival, whilst the vicious Marauder lead forces of the Bryn'adûl press into the endless jungle relentlessly.

The battle for Kesh is on.

OBJECTIVE A - Find and destroy the Sith Fortress
The DP Coalition have converted an ancient sith fortress into their primary residence and operational command centre. Yet, the strange darkside force aura has obscured it from all possibly scanning equipment within our use. The Bryn'adûl require this Fortress to be uncovered, go behind enemy lines and find this Fortress so that we may destroy it and its inhabitants once and for all. However, remain guarded - not all is as it seems in this dense Jungle.

OBJECTIVE B - Wipe out the Guerrilla Fighters
This jungle is dense with traps and snipers, find them and destroy their holdouts. Tear them out root and stem. In conjunction with our main forces, we have dispatched a 10th Regiment Incinerator unit to destroy the forest, do not allow them to be killed.

OBJECTIVE A - Defend the Coalition Head-Quarters
The Bryn'adûl attackers have released elite forces into the Jungle, hoping to discover the location of our base of operations. Delay them as long as you can or we won't be able to evacuate a damn thing!

OBJECTIVE B - Assist the Guerilla Fighters
For every step forward we take, we take ten back. The Bryn'adûl forces have delivered incinerator Brutes to the field, wielding flamethrowers - they're slowly burning away all of our defences! Stop them, before we have no jungle left to hide in.

BRYN'ADUL - Primarch Drek'ma | Hraelga Nacht | Osam | Fomoris | Krael Vizkla | Karnax |
DEFENDERS - Weyland Castril | Rocho | Loske Treicolt | Draconis Caesar | Ryv |

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

OBJECTIVE B - Wipe out the Guerrilla Fighters

With the thunderous roar of the Bryn'adûl's might, the seemingly near endless Heldraks and Orkales descended upon the jungle planet of Kesh. The Crusade had inadvertedly been the reason for the creation of the so-called Deep Space Coalition, but just as any opposition towards the full might of the Bryn'adûl's conquering and ever expanding warmachine, it was all but a pointless act of misplaced bravery and selfrighteous stupidity. However, despite having pushed back these inferior soldiers, these lesser beings to the brink of annihilation, they still seemed to have that one sliver of hope, that one spark of defiance.

Hraelga though, would have none of it, her goal in this matter was simple, clear and as honest as it could be...she would snuff out these last embers of resistance, she would send those weaklings to their makers, as she would purify this planet, just as the Bryn had done so to countless planets and species by now.

"Calm yourself Rigi," Almost like sitting on a throne, with her Hellhas hunter drones splayed out around her, the Baedurin Marauder clacked her tongue in anticipation, letting her sharp claws caress the gray skin of the hellhas male which rustled and growled frantically with that same anticipation. "My kin...glorious Draelvasier who serve the Creator, the red Titan and spread His wisdom and His word throughout the galaxy. Now is the time to end this feeble resistance, this insignificant blot in the way of our righteous crusade. We will raize their temples, burn their forests and have ourselves a feast of untold slaughter and we will deliver mercy to this world and its people."

As she stood up with the Heldrak reaching above the jungle's canopy, the hundreds of drones, zealots and brutes within the beast's innards roared and cheered loudly. With the view of the jungle revealing itself to Hraelga and her comrades, she raised her arm, pointing at the green hell below. "Let the hunt begin!!"​

 

[Rocho]

Location: Hiding in a tree
Objective: B
Allies: Kesh
Enemies: The Byrn'adul, Hraelga Nacht

Nod Muks and Rocho's nn-2-front-droid again stayed aboard the mki-enforcer-multipurpose-fighter-transport. This was too be the second time the Trandoshan would face the Byrn'adul. However this time, they had left him with such a lovely advantage. The planet was thick with forestry, and from the depths of his very being, Rocho was a hunter. The Byrn'adul might be in many numbers and very strong, but they lacked the finesse and stealthy approach of true hunters. Something that Rocho had long ago learned. He hid, far from the enemy, in the trees. Holding his heklerkok-amr-1-anti-materiel-rifle with a bag hanging around him filled with ammunition as he loaded another armor piercing round. A smile growing on his face. The enemy were a long way away. He had scouted out his area thoroughly, and already set up a number of traps at the area most nearest to him to ring small branches next to him by long wires. Alerting him of which area there was movement from, that is, if he didn't sense their presence already.

He was not taking as many chances this time, he was going to shoot them down piece by piece. Shot after shot until they were afraid to step foot near the forest. He took aim at the first Incinerator he saw, and let lose the shot. Reloading, and preparing the next swiftly. Again aiming, breathing, firing. Each bullet was already proven to be far more powerful than the hide most of the Byrn'adul forces could tolerate. And so his job was to only ensure his haste and accuracy of every shot. Picking at the Incinerators or anyone daring to get closer. If he saw a group, then the next shot would be explosive. If they thought they were going to take this forest without losing a considerable number of their forces, they were wrong.

Rocho had time, he had distance, and he had a lot of shots to send their way. The last time they had the advantage of location, buildings and structures. This time they were in a forest. And for all the dense trees and shrubbery that might seem to be in his way, Rocho had been hunting his entire life. Using his senses in the force to pick out his targets just as easily. And seeing through the tiniest of crevices between each leaf. He would score many a point today. And he would remind these creatures of destruction that there is a hunter on their tail. One that is not easily extinguished.

heklerkok-amr-1-anti-materiel-rifle (extra ammunition in a bag, 12.7mmx108mm Slugs (Armor-Piercing,Incendiary and Explosive)
heklerkok-tdl-1-tempest (Can be strapped to back, extra thermal detonators on straps still available.)
heklerkok-double-barrel-shotgun-dbs (armed with slug shot holstered at his right side. Extra ammunition on belt and legs.)
t-7-vibro-brace (left arm.)
g-11-shield-gauntlet ( right arm)
Hekler'Kok LA-2 Light Armor (Isn't wearing shoes, helmet, or gloves.)
The Beast: (worn on his left.)

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

OBJECTIVE A - Find and destroy the Sith Fortress
Tags - N/A
Post: One

Something dark stirred on the planet of Kesh, deep in that jungle - something cosmic and ancient. The primordial element had drawn the Primarch to the planet, the existence of a Coalition threat on the planet was a surplus. Aboard the Conquester Divine Brutality, the Primarch sat in meditation; engrossed in the atmosphere of the planet. The shroud of darkness was like a vast cloud, a vaporised swamp that clung to every inch of the Jungle. It flavoured its scent, painted a picture through the winds of the force.

The ink was dry, thousands of years had this Jungle been drenched in the feverous will of those consumed by dark-side energy. It could not been undone, not in some way of his own ability, but by fire. The fire of the Bryn'adûl Warriors would cut a swath through the power of the dark side dominated influence, and eventually it would be weak enough to be dominated by a true master of the cosmic.

However, he'd need to be there at its source to have a chance. Unfortunately, the shroud made the ability of precise teleportation rather difficult - Drek'ma would not risk it. Kesh would be consumed in a blazing fire, and the secret at the Jungles heart would be his and consequently, so too would the Coalition be crushed. The Primarch would descend via Orkale into the thick of the Jungle, escorted by Ra'mak War Beasts with an grouping of three elite Zealots at his side. Already, he could feel it - whether it was wind or the voices of ancient dead, he could not know. Nor did he care to, the Primarch had a purpose here.

 

[Kad]

Objective A: Find and destroy the Sith Fortress
Post: One
Tags: Primarch Drek'ma |

The newly minted Elite Zealot descended from the Orkale alongside his two brethren. The armoured Zealot scanned the field, infrared eyes lost in the shadowy heated spread. Gredak's eyes darted around the area, a certain foul unease in the air made his already itchy trigger finger, a twitchy itchy trigger finger. His tongue grinded against his molars, a distaste across his face for the humid environment.

"Primarch, the sounds of the battle are far off. Allow me to establish a perimeter for you." The Zealot spoke, his aptitude for hunting was not tethered to his comfort - he was still a good soldier.

Otherwise he wouldn't have made it to Elite. Gredak hoped he was ready for whatever the planet would throw at him. The Shaman's briefing denoted heavier resistant further out from the heart of the jungle, but also that the presence of snipers was noted. The Bryn'adûl's crusade hadn't taken him to many Jungle planets, but this one even then was too dissimilar from the others, every time you looked back, it seemed as though the Jungle has shifted, as though its very self had come to life.

No matter, he'd be happy when it was cut down.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective B: Wipe out the Guerilla fighters
Location: Primary drop point Bryn'adûl
Equipment: [X] [X]
Tag: Osam | Rocho

The Bryn'adûl forces had not yet left their confines of the Heldraks and orkales for long when it became clear they were being ambushed, multiple explosions followed suit when shots were fired from within the dense jungle. However, the mere thought that the Bryn'adûl were perhaps unsuited or well versed in scouring the jungle for their prey was an ill-founded idea, as alongside arguably the greatest of hunters within the Crusade, there was a squad of highly trained, highly capable zealots who's tactics and skills were directly influenced and overseen by said hunter: Marauder Hraelga Nacht.

As soon as her feet touched the soft fertile ground, the marauder clacked her tongue and motioned the countless drones to swarm the forest floor while she herself and her capable zealots would scale the green hell's canopy and eliminate any holed up nest of ambitious defenders and ambushers, while her Hellhas hunter drones remained on the ground to enact a two pronged assault should she or any of her zealots come accross a credible threat.

"I want the brutes to concentrate on any pockets of resistance within the jungle, the Drones will be responsible for rooting out these nests and eliminating any first wave resistance," This was the tactic she wished to employ, using the drones for what they did best: swarm an enemy, while the brutes as shocktroopers would eliminate the more contestible spots of fierce resistance. Hraelga herself would take the high ground to locate and eliminate the perceived existence of sniper nests within the thick jungle canopy. "Have Drone Major Osam direct his squad alongside my pack, he's going to be my ground support."

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

OBJECTIVE A - Find and destroy the Sith Fortress
Tags - Kad |
Post: 2

The Shamans sole response to the Zealot was a nod and a flippant hand gesture, waving him off. The force sensitive was engorged with strange feeling, the very air felt thin and vile. It reminded him of the radioactive swamps of Tund, however this felt more like a thought presented than a visceral infection. That was how the dark side worked after all, it presented desires and thoughts to the mind, ones that when listened to could corrupt and degrade that mind. Drek'ma raised his staff, extending his senses.

The fortress was in here somewhere, and behind all of the Sith magicks - he could feel the fear. That innately human quality, he could feel it as an undercurrent - but slowly the dark side influence on the forest would grow weaker and he would be able to locate them. However, something in the Primarch's gut told him this would be no easy task. He felt eyes, but not eyes of the Coalition. Stranger, more primordial eyes that had not opened since they had closed for a thousand year sleep. It made the Primarch nervous, anxious to complete his task.

But at the same time, he could not control his curiosity. Drek'ma needed to know what more than mere humans lingered in the shadows of this jungle, and he would. No matter the cost.

 

[Weyland Castril]

OBJECTIVE B - Assist the Guerilla Fighters
Post: One
Tags: Rocho | Hraelga Nacht |

Weyland was sweating, he'd hoped he and Lanik had escaped these monsters. But no, now he was trapped. But as he looked around, seeing the men beside him; hiding underground - sitting with dirt in their hair, insects crawling around them as they clung to their weapons. Waiting. Just waiting, waiting to feel the heavy footsteps of monsters above them.

The way they looked at him, he couldn't see it but rather he felt it - he felt the hope brightening in their chests when he stood with his lightsaber. But in truth, he wasn't hopeful. Weyland was afraid, and even moreso part of him felt as though he had led the Bryn'adûl to Kesh, he felt responsible. But that was also why he couldn't give up, why he had to keep fighting. Even if he was scared to death of them.

Only moments would pass and the sounds of explosions made his ears ring. Weyland winced, feeling the approach of large monstrous humanoids. He could feel them, their blind hatred merged with a vicious and terrifying tactical efficiency. Weyland had to catch his breath before he signalled with his hands to the other Coalition members in the tunnel. He counted down with his fingers...three...two...one.

A set of mines went off among their rank as the Soldiers popped out from the ground; firing with shotguns and pistols at the massive Brutes. Weyland threw his lightsaber, the weapon stabbing through the chest of one of the Brutes with a hefty force. Weyland pulled the lightsaber back, cutting one of their weapons in half as he hacked and slashed at the one Brute. Their armour was incredibly thick, it took a few hits to even break the surface before he could get a good hit in.

He had to jump to avoid their spikes, he'd tried deflecting one before - it melted the skin off his left arm. Weyland leapt into the air, performing a mid-air slash as he decapitated one of the Brutes.

 

[Ryv]

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Objective: Assist the Guerilla Fighters
Engaging: Primarch Drek'ma
Allies: Loske Treicolt | Bernard | Auteme
Location: En Route to the Hot Zone
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Ryv stared out of the cockpit of the S.S. Bruno as the starship soared downward towards the planet's surface. The Coalition's distress signal had come to the Imperium Jedi as they were departing Peace, the artificial moon the Unified Order now occupied, to return to Imperium controlled space. Thinking quickly, Loske and Ryv collected those willing to join the duo in their race to Kesh. The planet was under siege by the Brynadûl, a species of genocidal monsters who were quickly spreading through the Outer Rim. While the Silver Jedi Order were dogged by the Sith and the Republic waged war against the Imperium, the Outer Rim Coalition were mostly left to defend themselves and a large part of the galaxy alone. In such circumstances, that left many to perish at the hands of these unfeeling beasts.

"Alright, Loskerino," Ryv would pull out a small holodevice and activate it beside her. He'd motion towards a part of the jungle where the fighting appeared to be at its worst. "Can you do a flyby and drop me off here? Rumor has it one of the big boys is out to play, and you know I have a thing about games," the kiffar smiled confidently as he straightened and deactivated the device. There was a large enough part of him still scared of what could potentially come, but he was slowly growing used to trusting in the force once again. "Once you find a place to put Bruno down, transmit the coordinates. If we need to dip out, we can hopefully bring as many with us as we can."

His hand reached out to offer her a fist bump before he turned on a heel and moved towards the ship's ramp. His body shifted around as he began to stretch, his breathing beginning to slow as he focused his mind.

 

[Rocho]

Location: Hiding in a distant tree
Objective: B
Allies: Kesh
Enemies: The Byrn'adul, Hraelga Nacht

He cracked his neck as he took in another breath, ensuring that the greenery around him kept him heavily covered from almost any angle. He had to keep in mind the threat of approaching individuals, though, if they were close by, the sound of the weapon would probably alert them of his location. But the little extra cover was still extremely important. And with his advantage of the force, he had a much greater chance at figuring out where his targets were as opposed to a typical sniper. There was a rush of creatures he saw scouring the lands, simple ones. Not as strong as some of those he saw back on the last battle. But it was not that alone which concerned him, it was that the trees were shaking from movement. Conceal and swiftness as much as a person might, tree leaves shake with ease.

Another breath in as he switched to an explosive round, it would ignite on the leaves but it would if it hit a hefty branch. Or one of the targets. He focused again, aiming into the distance. He wasn't going to risk them getting to him on equal ground. They had a lot of distance between him and them to cover, but they were still a potential threat. He waited, using the force to guide where he needed to release the bullet. It didn't mean certain hit, but it did mean all non-sentient variables were almost certainly accounted for. And his natural skill with the weapon took the shot the rest of the way. He released and immediately began reloading, grunting as he felt a darkness behind him. It wasn't a sentient darkness. But it was one. It was rather disconcerting really, but not yet enough to break his focus. He returned, preparing his rifle and...he sensed someone. A familiar presence in the distance, around the group he was aiming at. There were a few things in the force Rocho had gotten very good at, the senses, the body, and awareness of others. He had grown quick to recognize a person through the force alone. And right now he recognized Hraelga Nacht . Though he didn't know her name he knew she was one of the foes he fought in the last battle.

He wasn't going to let her have as many friends this time. Alone she might be a threat, but at this distance taking on the horde was easier. He took another shot at the enemies on the ground obliterating as many as he could with each shot, again reloading. The difficulties of a sniper weapon like this, the time. But still he went on. Again preparing an explosive round to ensure damage was done, setting up, aiming at the group in which Hraelga Nacht was a part of, trying to hit wherever he thought would get the most of them. She was sturdy, unfortunately. So he knew that an indirect hit with her would not be certain defeat. But if he killed on, and injured nearby ones. That was deemed by him a successful shot.

heklerkok-amr-1-anti-materiel-rifle (extra ammunition in a bag, 12.7mmx108mm Slugs (Armor-Piercing,Incendiary and Explosive)
heklerkok-tdl-1-tempest (Can be strapped to back, extra thermal detonators on straps still available.)
heklerkok-double-barrel-shotgun-dbs (armed with slug shot holstered at his right side. Extra ammunition on belt and legs.)
t-7-vibro-brace (left arm.)
g-11-shield-gauntlet ( right arm)
Hekler'Kok LA-2 Light Armor (Isn't wearing shoes, helmet, or gloves.)
The Beast: (worn on his left.)

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

Objective A - Defend jungle HQ
Primarch Drek'ma Kad

Any other day, any at all, and Quill would have done his level best to wipe away the old Sith aura that kept this site undetected. But today's enemy demanded he rethink his prior. He'd faced the Bryn'adûl before and only narrowly escaped. They eclipsed both humans and Keshiri for strength and ferocity. They didn't get satisfied or comfortable: they just kept marching.

And apparently they had Darksiders.

That was his general sense of the escorted, armored, nine-foot titan he saw through the trees, anyway. Not a Sith; the Bryn almost certainly considered the Sith just another adorable human tradition. Close enough, though.

A blue lightsaber flared to life and cut a big old tree at a steep angle. Wood tore and shattered as other trees failed to keep this one from falling. Its broad crowd of vines, leaves, and interwoven branches crashed down toward the Darksider and his companions. Rebel blasterfire, just a few guns' worth, slashed in at them from a handful of directions.

Saber in hand, Quill headed for the Darksider.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Objective B - Assist the Guerilla Fighters
With: Ryv / Bernard / Auteme
Bad guys: Open
Location: Hovering above the Hot Zone // In the Hot Zone
Playing in S.S. Bruno's Cockpit
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The aerial view careening above the green canopy was not less dismal than the view amidst the trees. They were close enough now to see the distinction of leaves and the separation of the trees, less just a blanket of emerald. Near their approach, guided by the beckoning beacon, some glimmers of something like...drones? could be seen. They were popping up intermittently on Bruno's radar. Little blinking dots.

Loske inclined her head slightly at Ryv's comment as the remodelled vessel tilted nearer the planet. She reduced the thrusters and squinted at the same screen with the blipping radar, little dots orbiting around the central nucleus. With a slight toss of her head, she denied the suggestion of a solo drop off. "Ah huh, cute thinking you're getting into the fun zone first-slash-alone."

Well practiced actions evidenced from her fingertips, traipsing over the controls and ultimately setting it up to handover. As if on cue, Frank rolled from his position and next to the pilot's seat. On edge of the leather, Loske reached over to give the droid a pat on his dome as he hardwired to override the controls. "Frankie'll find us a parking spot, and pick us up when we need it. Standard ops for us."

She lifted herself from the seat and returned the fist bump while the viewport receded into the ship itself. A rush of wind struck those inside while Frank continued to lower the ship several meters above the ground, just above the treeline.

"You good to jump?" She asked, looking over at the other Padawan(s) in the ship and stepping forward while air rushed around her - whipping both hair and cloth about. There was only a moment of glancing down before she evidenced the response to her own question with a projected jump. It was only about ten meters, but a level of augmentation was still required to cushion the blow.

It didn't take long to realize there was no shortage of kindling on Kesh.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

OBJECTIVE A - Find and destroy the Sith Fortress
Tags - Ryv | Jend-Ro Quill | Kad
Post: 3
Theme: x

When a flicker of light surged in the dark, it wasn't hard to find. When the tree began to collapse, the Primarch looked up - acknowledging its fall before teleporting a few feet to the right and several metres back, putting more distance between himself and the Jedi. His eyes shifted to the cobalt saber, staff in hand still as the Zealots had already spread out into a perimeter, that left him alone. The Primarch reached out with telepathic tendrils into the weak minds of the nearby rebels, and twisted them.

"Kill the old man." Though Drek'ma spoke in Draelvasier, his new pawns understood the command. The Primarch retreated a few steps as the Jedi came closer, some six or seven rebels began firing at the Jedi.

Drek'ma held the Staff forward, using it as a catalyst for his power as a torrent of white life-draining energy arced out toward the Jedi like a tendril, aimed for his chest. Mentally, the Primarch warned the Zealots of the arrival of Jedi. An unsuspected surprise, but not an unwelcome one.

 

[Kad]

Objective A: Find and destroy the Sith Fortress
Post: Two
Tags: Primarch Drek'ma | Jend-Ro Quill | Ryv | Loske Treicolt |

Moving through the jungle, Gredak slowed as he entered long grass. Careful not to make a sound, the Zealot slowly raised his Spike Rifle, aiming down the sight. His instinct was right, a few Coalition soldiers ahead. They were camouflaged, sitting on the edge of what from a distance might've looked like a knocked down tree but from this angle, was clearly an entrance to some kind of tunnel. Gredak drew closer, slowly.

Every step had consideration, in this dense Jungle the slightest misstep would give away his position; not to mention there was a likelihood of traps all around him. Gredak heard a shuffle, raising his rifle. One of the three just went back inside, he could hear voices. He wondered how many of them were hiding in there, a grenade would do the trick.

The Zealot stopped in his tracks, noticing the trip-wire ahead. Exhaling, relieved that he'd found it at least, the Zealots heartrate sped up as he took one of his daggers into his left hand and slowly cut the wire. No trap, that was a good start. Putting the dagger back in its sheathe, the Zealot got close enough to kill the two watchers; firing a single spike round into the back of each of their skulls. As the third climbed out, a dagger cut through his neck and killed him instantly. Gredak primed the grenade on the humans belt, and threw the body back down into the tunnel. He heard muffled voices, filled with panic and then the explosion and no voices at all.

It was then he heard the voice of the Primarch, beginning to carefully retrace his steps even whilst hurrying back to the Primarch's side. If the leader of the Shamans died on his watch, they'd strip him of his rank.

 

[Osam]

Objective: A
Post 1
Gear: Spiker, Kukri, Basic chest armor and shin guards.

There was a sickening wet crunch under his foot. Without even lifting the appendage to look, he knew that he had managed to squash something utterly disgusting, and visual examination proved him correct. The hand-sized insects corpse remained primarily intact, but the pressure forced onto it from above had caused its sides to ripple in two locations, spewing out green-ish gore, and forcing the remainder of its disturbing legs to curl inwards towards itself in a nervous twitch. Osam didn't bother to sigh or even to grunt at the gross outcome, choosing instead to briefly shake his foot, scattering whatever chunks had attached themself to him and refocusing on the objectives at hand.

Smoke carried itself on the wind. Somewhere in the distance, fire and flame had seared away at both foliage and flesh, but this was a minor detail. Something to be acknowledged, because it meant progress, but not kept in mind. No, it would not interfere directly with the task of providing support to a band of brutish zealots. He had, by some accounts, been requested by name. The Sraelvun under his command viewed this as a portentous omen, though whether it took the form of blessing or malediction was yet to be seen.

When he had spotted Hraelga Nacht , he questioned whether she had summoned him for the purpose of slaughtering him for past perceived offenses, but she was not a Sraelvun... there was no reason for such subtlety among the Baedurin, was there? Perhaps she genuinely desired his assistance throughout the Kesh campaign, because she was aware of his particular genealogy, or perhaps because she was acutely aware of his brand of thinking, able to predict how he would react in hostile territory.

While Hraelga went through the high ground, the squad of Sraelvun drones led by the major went through the low ground, providing fire-support whenever requested, cutting through the odd rogue here and there with freakish efficiency.

It was often with sudden and wicked effects that a plan came crashing down. Here, the resounding sound of hostile contact came with the detonation of several landmines, mere meters away from the band of Sraelvun. The Baedurin brutes had been at their side, doing much of the same work that they were, albeit with different focus when suddenly they simply vanished with a crash. Dirt and stones pelted the squad from above as they panicked, saved from a foolish rout by the shriek of the drone major. Fearful eyes scanned the perimeter, trying to locate the source of these detonations.

There, pouring out from a man-made tunnel were a band of Coalition soldiers, firing upon the ambushed brutes as a man with a plasma sword led them onwards, decapitating one of the Baedurin as Osam observed. "There." He shouted, jamming his spiker towards the attackers, now more easily visible as the dirt and smoke began to clear. "Kill shooters. Grenadier, explode tunnel." He commanded, and within a moment's notice, spiker shots filled the air, striking into the ambushers with lethal effect. The Grenadier, for his part, set about aiming his launcher, intent on destroying the tunnel from whence the enemy had come and forcing them out of an easy retreat.

Osam took note of projectiles flying above them through the air ( Rocho ) towards Hraelga, as well, and decided she would be unavailable to deal with the swordsman. Lifting his own spiker, he launched a flurry of the deathly slags of metal towards Weyland Castril , evidently determined to cut him down himself.

 

[Ryv]

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Objective: Assist the Guerilla Fighters
Engaging: Kad
Allies: Loske Treicolt | Jend-Ro Quill | Weyland Castril
Location: Out of the Frying Pan and Into the Fire​

Ryv's grin could only widen at Loske as she spoke. It had been a while since he had reliable folks at his side to take on danger with. He wasn't stupid enough to think he didn't need the help, his sole intention was getting down there quickly to engage the enemy. If she had a plan to get them both down there? Who was he to argue? Two Jedi are better than one, after all, especially ones as badass as her. So, he fell in step after her, bracing himself as the ramp lowered. His jacket whipped up around him as the wind rushed into the ship.

"Yeah, I'm good. I'll see you below," the kiffar watched her drop from the ship and disappear beneath the trees. He turned back to the others aboard the ship and with both a grin and salute, he fell backward. He pulled his knees into his chest as he broke through the foliage, the momentum carrying him through a well-practiced flip. The force came to his beckoning call, bracing and strengthening his body as it made contact with the forest floor below. Ryv straightened and offered a quick nod to Loske before examining his surroundings. In the distance, he could make out the burning scene and silhouettes of the invading creatures as they put the woods to the torch. It brought a frown to his normally jovial face.

"That's not cool at all, man," Ryv shook his head from side to side before he ignited his verdant saber. "Do you feel that, Loskelicious? It feels like something out there is making use of the dark side and it ain't the fortress," of course Ryv was referring to the Primarch's continued teleportation and its call on the dark side. "I'm gonna start making my way over there, reports said their big boy was a shaman or some shit," Ryv broke out into a jog and began working his way through the foliage. The sight of the Jedi, even one as unkempt as the padawan, brought a wave of hope to the coalition forces as they raced in and out of the firefight. Ryv eventually broke through the dense brush and slid to a stop before the Primarch and his guardian, Gredak.

"Wassup, bitches?"

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

Primarch Drek'ma


Quill squinted through the falling leaves - had that nine-foot, thousand-pound being just teleported out of the way of the tree? A moment later, the Dark Side surged a second time as the Drael shaman yelled. The Force whispered gently, an unexpected danger. Quill found himself deflecting blasterfire from his putative allies. The unknown Darksider had just warped half a dozen enemy minds in a heartbeat.

He hunkered down beside the fallen tree, where its thick trunk could protect his back. That negated half the affected rebels right there - and gave him the opportunity to yank out the kyberite confessional talisman he wore around his neck. He poured the Force through it. The blasterfire died off as the affected rebels got a potent wake-up call, a jolt of conscience sufficient to punch through the mind control.

The Force didn't just whisper now, it screamed. A brilliant beam of energy connected his chest with the Darksider's staff. He felt strength leaching out of him. It had been years since he'd encountered Force Drain. He gathered his strength to resist, but this wasn't goig to be easy.

 

[Kad]

Objective A: Find and destroy the Sith Fortress
Post: Three
Tags: Loske Treicolt | Ryv | Jend-Ro Quill | Primarch Drek'ma
Gear: Kukri x2 | Kasurigama x2 | Special Operations Armour | Radesh Shredder | Spike Rifle | Ammo |

Gredak moved through the foliage and reaching the Primarch, quickly observing the situation as it unfolded. The Primarch had turned the rebels against the Jedi, and was attacking him with some strange force ability. Gredak noted the stop of blaster fire from the rebels, needing no excuse - he dropped two with his Spike rifle as a new foe broke through the maze of the Jungle.

The Zealot snarled in response to the crude Human remark, looking the tiny human once over before Gredak turned on his heel into a proper stance, with Spike Rifle raised, Gredak fired three shots at the abdomen and one at the neck of the newly arrived Jedi.

He would leave the older Jedi to the Primarch.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

OBJECTIVE A - Find and destroy the Sith Fortress
Tags - Ryv | Jend-Ro Quill | Kad
Post: 4
Theme: x

The Primarch began closing the distance on the old Jedi, raising his other hand now aid the powerful tendril attacking the Jedi. Slowly getting closer, the Primarch's forked-tongue danced between his teeth, a fiendish growl escaping the Shaman as he stalked closer. However his attention was too greatly focused on the old Jedi when the fresher faced addition arrived.

Drek'ma did not notice the lack of fire from the rebels when they began firing at him again. The blaster shots scorched his armour, leaving stinging blisters underneath. The Primarch growled, infuriated - ceasing his attack on the older Jedi. The frustrated Shaman turned to them once more; raising a force barrier to protect himself from the continued barrage as Gredak killed two before turning his attention to the new arrival.

The Shaman outstretched his hand, inflicting those that remained with a deadly sickness - making their blood boil, hand shaking with some slight strain. The screaming of the fallen rebels was soothing.

"Rejoice, and die better than you have lived." The growling serpent like voice of the Shaman Primarch taunted in their own language.

 

[Ryv]

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Objective: Assist the Guerilla Fighters
Engaging: Kad
Allies: Loske Treicolt | Jend-Ro Quill | Weyland Castril
Location: Out of the Frying Pan and Into the Fire​

Ryv's grin disappeared and his eyes widened as Gredak lifted its gun and took aim.

"Shit, shit, shit," the kiffar quickly dove away and slid past a massive boulder. He continued moving as the weapon cleaved right through the massive rock and continued dashing around the area. "I gotta say," he sucked in a breath as his saber cleaved down and hacked away at one of the molten shots that drew too close. "You've got some dangerous toys and a lot of pent up aggression. What's the problem, man?" Ryv was playing with fire and he knew it, but he needed his enemy to slip up or miss for as long as it took for him to formulate a plan. With the force at his back, the kiffar wasn't struggling to avoid most of the shots, but his foe was damn good with that blaster.

Passing by the boulder that Gredak eviscerated earlier, he scooped up a smaller segment of rock and aimed. Taking a deep breath, Ryv summoned the force around him and whipped the rock towards the center of the alien's chest. The rock flew forward with unnatural speeds towards the creature. He didn't expect it to cave in the beast's chest or stop its heart, he just hoped it slow it down. He was already following behind the improvised weapon with his lightsaber held out to the side. A series of strikes were sent not at his foe, but instead its weapon.

Ryv was looking to destroy the beast's offensive.