Bryn'adûl | Dominion of Lowick

[Maekhar]

Post: 2
Objective: A
Tags: [member="Tathra Khaeus"] , [member="Wrathak"] , [member="Aharon’Ra"]

Maekhar kept marching forth with his drones. It had been a steady, strong pace, with Maekhar having mounted upon a Skag at some point leaving the city. He knew that eventually, his great solidness would become a hinderance if he marched on foot for too long. It was one of only a few draw backs of being a Baedurin. Every great gift from nature has its debts.

Very soon, his troops were starting to link up with other forces of the Bryn'adul on Lowick that headed toward the Jedi temple. What got his mighty heart thumping stronger was the approach of the Chieftain himself. He stopped his Skag, signalling to halt to his drones, before dismounting the great beast of burden. He lowered his war-pick to his side before kneeling into a respectful, reverant bow.

"Chieftain." He gave a mere greeting, not wishing to waste Tathra's time as a commander, "You grace us with your presence. How can my drones be of use to you?"

He stood back up, standing beside his Skag as he awaited orders. His yellowish eyes shown with determination. Like a fire was lit within the furnace of his soul. He wanted to crush their enemies, see their corpses driven before him, and listen to the melodious lamentations of those yet to fall to the Draelvasier superiority. In other words, he wished to bring death to those who dare speak of control when they hide behind technological heresy. Those who lack respect for the natural order of things: only the best evolved survived.

 

[Bralor Azkaroth]

Bralor launched himself into the air harnessing the energy as he’d been trained to do. As he flew through the air, Bralor moved his arms in a series of movements, a kata as it was called it allowed Bralor to physically feel and move the flow of energy coursing through his veins, his muscles, his mind and the very core of his being. Bralor smirked.

Bralor unleashed the torrent of energy which manifested itself in a swirling whirlwind of fire. The fire blew through the defences and the artillery of the enemies antiaircraft destroying everything in its path including the two defense turrets Bralor had noted a weakness. If anything it was a little overkill, Bralor contemplated basking in his power and using it a basis of pride. Then Bralor realized that an overuse and expenditure of energy was wasteful at best, potentially a fatal weakness at worst.

Bralor frowned at the contradiction. Whether to use his powers as an example of his greatness and by extension of course of the Bryn’adul and ostensibly the Chieftain himself. Or whether to exercise restraint and caution as a measure of discipline and honour. Bralor came to a logical conclusion that a balance between the two was needed, and each on useful to specific circumstance.

Bralor launched himself back to the frontlines and settled outside the perimeter of the Chieftains honor guard. Bralor bowed to his lord.

“My Lord, I have created an opening in the enemies defense, if we send in drone to fill in the breach we may be able to gain a foothold”

@Tathra Khaeus @Maekhar

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Objective: A
​Post: 6

​Tathra continued forward with his Brute forces, moving through the forest at an even pace as they arrived at a clearing, a small hill overlooking a well-trodden path, filled with marching Drones. Tathra coordinated from the small hill, tasking his Brutes with linking up and taking command of small groupings of the larger force. Adjacent to the sea of maggot of Sraelvun, Drone Commander Maekhar's Skag slowed to a halt as the Baedurin dismounted the beast, his troops stopping as well.

​"Commander Maekhar. The Jedi's defences have held for too long. We are to press hard on the North-most defences, Shaman Azkaroth and a unit of Rhivaks have been positioned to supress their fire." Tathra acknowledged the lowly Drone Commander with a nod as he explained the plan of attack. He had no time for pleasantries.

​On the edge of his vision, explosions erupted from beyond the trees at the North-most wall as Azkaroth landed down a few metres away. Tathra eyed the smaller Draelvasier, opaque eyes saw some scorched materials the Shamans cloth - no doubt he had completed his mission. The Shaman bowed, subservient, reporting his success. Tathra couldn't help but half smirk, the sheer effectiveness of the Bryn'adûl left even its creator surprised.

​"Good work. Maekhar, we must make haste before they can recuperate." ​There was an unmistakeable pride in his voice, an acknowledgement of the Shaman's prowess. There was no time to waste, sooner or later the Jedi would reinforce their defences. Tathra raised his left arm, hand clenched in a fist.

"Forward MARCH." ​The titan bellowed the order, causing a stir of activity as their forces began to shuffle into orderly lines.

​The vitriol, the adrenaline. It could not be mistaken. There was a strange excitement, an unmistakable glee in the eyes of the maddened titan. This was everything he had worked towards. Draelvasier, strong and powerful. His children, together - unified.

The combined forces would make for the Northern wall and then, the Temple would soon be theirs.

​| [member="Bralor Azkaroth"] | [member="Maekhar"] | [member="Lerropten"] | [member="Wrathak"] | @Aharon’Ra |​

 

[Primal Architect]

​​Jedi General Asath Bren - Temple Defences

"Push! Push them back!" ​Came a cry from the battlements, General Bren's cobalt blade shun in the darkness, the twin blades exploding from the hilt of his saber as he leapt downwards through the air, landing amongst the smoke and debris of the recent explosion. Bren called upon the force, releasing a wave of wind to quieten the fires and push away the black smoke. He would hope to make it easier to find the survivors. Instead, bodies.

A low sigh escaped the General, defeat hung over them as heavy as the fire engulfed sky. Yet he knew it was his responsibility as a Jedi and a General to hold on to hope. Even when their seemingly was none. A cough, a whimper - Bren's eyes fell on a Temple Guard, trapped under debris.

​"Hold on, I've got you!" ​Bren outstretched his hand, allowing the force to do what his body could not. He concentrated through gritted teeth, truly feeling the exhausting of nearly a days worth of combat settling in. Regardless, he could not stop. A singular large hand from the seven foot tall General pulled the wounded Temple Guards to his feet.

​"Thank you, Master Bren." ​The equally exhausted Temple Guard barely managed the sentence, half of his body was scorched - he held onto his saber loosely. Gren could feel the life fading from him.

​​"Hold on, I'm here. The force is with us, just... No." The Temple Guards saber fell to the ground, his body falling limp in the curve of Bren's arm. Would every life he saved be lost so quickly, he wondered. The General sighed, deactivating his saber and setting the Temple Guard down gently.

​The are pushing the breach!- ​Came a transmission from beyond the northern wall. Bren raised his right gauntlet, immediately running towards the breach. ​"Do not them take any ground! Hold the line!" ​Bren leapt into the air, high - allowing his limited well of force energy to supply him with a speedy entrance to the battlefield.

​Bren landed, opposite his men. A mixture of bodies and debris had aided in the thickening of their defences. A morbid assessment, but an undeniably one. They had destroyed some of their anti-air turrets, but the largest remained and, the majority of their anti-infantry placements were still manned and active along the Northern wall.

​Again, General Bren activated his lightsaber - raising it into the air. ​"Temple Guards! Troopers! The force is with us, hold the line!" ​It was then that a large plasmatic blast destroyed one of their anti-infantry placements.

"What? They don't use blasters?" ​One of the Temple Guards shouted loud enough to be heard amidst the confusion. General Bren noticed in the trees, large horned creatures firing red beams of energy at their defences.

​"No, but their beasts do! Temple Guard, with me!" ​Bren acted bravely, though he did not feel quite so strong. Two Temple Guards came to his aid, saber staffs ignited.

​The three leapt from the safety of their defences, landing among the Drones. ​"For the Pa'lowick!" ​The invasion force that had initially taken Lowick was large enough to conquer system after system with no rest. Nearly fifty times the size of the forces remaining on Lowick. The General knew this battle had no end, no victory. He could only kill so many before his body gave, before he made a mistake. But if he killed another ten or maybe a hundred, perhaps that was another hundred someone else didn't have to.

​| [member="Bralor Azkaroth"] | [member="Maekhar"] | [member="Wrathak"] | [member="Aharon’Ra"] | [member="Lerropten"] |​

 

[Lerropten]

Lerropten nodded to [member="Tathra Khaeus"] , quickly taking to the sky with his El'Dolar. The Chieftain wanted the AA guns gone, so he would oblige. The small numbers of the large beast would soon dive towards the enemy weapons, sending the Draeyde ahead of them to take some of the fire from the weapons. The larger El'Dolar would tear the weapons out of their stands, and some of their operators would become snacks for the beasts. Others.... Lerropten's plans were probably worse than being eaten.

Once they were done on the roof, the Shaman could feel where their main targets were at, and looked to his mount and fellow riders before giving the order. "Break through the roof!" His El'Dolar started to slam the roof with its arms and tail, attempting to bash it's way in. It was soon joined by the others, all seeming very intent on getting inside.

[member="Bralor Azkaroth"] [member="Maekhar"] [member="Wrathak"] [member="Aharon’Ra"]

 

[Wrathak]

Objective A - Last Bastion
Post: 2
Tags: @Lerropten @Primal Architect [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Bralor Azkaroth"] [member="Maekhar"]

The Bryn'adûl marched to battle, even now advancing to the stronghold that the so called Jedi had set up. Wrathak led his group of drones along with the rest of the warriors towards that stronghold, intent on cracking it open. Wrathak focused on his drones and his new mission, taking little heed of the others attacking the stronghold, even if he made sure to work with them. Hearing a roar in the sky, Wrathak turned his attention up and saw more beasts of the Bryn'adûl flying about, causing havoc for the defenders. Roaring in approval, Wrathak raised his spike rifle towards the defender and let loose several shots, hitting a few defenders. Then he noticed a particular individual rallying the defenders, perhaps it was that jedi they needed to kill.

Smiling savagely, Wrathak let loose another 5 bolts in their direction, before he continued on his way. If what Wrathak knew, they were attacking the North wall now, but soon they'd be attacking the entirety of the complex. Roaring again, Wrathak marched forward with the rest of the Bryn'adûl, marching forward to kill the jedi. Snarling in joy, Wrathak picked up his pace, with his drones close behind. Soon they'd crash into the defenders lines and then, then they'd slaughter once more.

 

[Galak]

Post 1
​Objective A
​Tags - [member="Wrathak"], [member="Lerropten"], [member="Tathra Khaeus"], [member="Bralor Azkaroth"], [member="Maekhar"]

​"Break their line! Push, you Drone scum!" ​Galak roared, unleashing a rain of fire from his Radesh at the Temple defenders.

Standing tall and undeterred among the Drones. Galak's Brutes were whittling in numbers. His company had been on the front of the Temple Offence since its beginning, he hadn't seen all forty of them since then. But the Drael had seen ten of his brothers, half-trampled and broken. Dead. In the mud, mixed in with the debris and flesh of the fallen.

​It brought a distaste to the combat but it also made it personal. Galak was happy to crush and stomp on Temple Guards for a whole cycle if he had to. He'd get it done. Well, if the Drones kept pushing. The offensive line was utter chaos, Drone and Native body pilled up in large stacks, pillars of smoke and fire were spread randomly about the place. At least Galak had a clear shot from where he was. Over heard, Galak had something strange, something his Brute mind couldn't quite comprehend.

​A massive blast of strange energy decimated the immediate turrets ahead, destroying a large segment of the Massive Turrets along the Temple walls. Alongside that, a new load of Drones appeared to be pouring in; reinforcements from the City no doubt. Galak roared with lavish joy, rallying his Brutes to him. His heavier unit held the Vanguard of the Offence for the moment, mowing down the Defenders coming from the breach in a hail of spikes.

​The superheated metal stung, seeping into their feeble flesh and cut clean through their armours. Pa'lowick, Human, whatever species they were made no difference. He didn't give a damn.

​​"Get in their or I'll kill you myself!" ​Galak ordered. With the Drone Commander dead, he might as well make use of their fodder.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Objective: A
​Post: 7

​Tathra continued the forward march, leading the large grouping of Drones and Brutes to the edge of the Battlefield. The closer they drew, the more potent the smell of blood was. The Drones rattled against their proverbial cages, Brutes pushed forward with a keen mind and a willingness to see their truth shared. They all knew this battle, it was the first real battle.

​They needed to stomp out what remained of the Temple, what remained of the Galactic plague that had usurped the beauty of this planet for too long. Now, they would do that.

​With their Rhivaks in place, the Beasts would begin to apply pressure on the remaining turrets - drawing their fire as the El'Dolar came down from the sky, tearing out their defensive placements. Tathra raised his gauntlet, speaking into his communicator, he would unleash the Ra'maks upon them.

​"All but two of their AA Guns are down, bring the Ra'maks forward and deliver the Savage Drones to the Temple." ​​Tathra spoke with a cold factualness to his message, a transmission to his Commanders mid-combat did not require a rallying cry.

​Tathra's eyes watched as Commander Maekhars Drones rushed passed him, the bloodthirsty hounds rushed to bolster the ranks of the offensive party. The Brutes moved tactically, enforcing the already applied pressure on the weaker areas of their defensive line. Tathra watched from the side-lines, overseeing the progress of the Battle.

​With the approach of the Ra'maks, came a gust of wind, the forest behind the ginormous titan quaked, leaves tore from branches and fell about his feet as the massive beasts carved through the air, delivering Hel-Shard drop pods within the courtyard of the Jedi Temple, each releasing twenty Savage Drones, four-armed massive beasts clambering through the confines of the Temple.

Now, they would be attacked on all fronts. Tathra braced himself, taking a singular step back - readying himself. Now, he would show his Draelvasier how to crush them. Tathra ran forward, using his monumental strength to thrust himself into the air - leaping forward several metres into the air and forward with Axe raised.

​"RAAAAAAAAAGH!"

​Tathra plummeted to the ground, Axe extended as he savagely cut through to the enemy fortifications - his Axe obliterating the Humans Defenders, each strike hitting centre-mass cutting them into pieces; the sheer momentum of his muscle-bound frames strikes throttling limb from torso upon impact.

​| [member="Galak"] | [member="Wrathak"] | [member="Lerropten"] | [member="Bralor Azkaroth"] | [member="Maekhar"] |​

 

[Regamoth]

Objective C - Discover Your Path​

This is the first true conquest of our kind. Finally, we have returned. Seek strength in whatever way you deem fit. Forge your own path, the full might of the Draelvasier is at our fingertips and this planet at our mercy. Have some fun with it.​

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Gore Hounds
Rainforest Outskirts of the city of Crela
Planet of Lowick
Gently, Regamoth stroked the long fur of the Muskwolf. His keen red eyes studied the wooden fortified walls of the Pa'lowicks. But Regamoth knew his prey were armed with technological weapons. His tribe of Sraelvun were spread out among the trees, hidden among them with none in the open. The birthed Sraelvun could sense their eagerness to rend and consume flesh, but they followed Regamoth. He was one of them.

Regamoth held his hand up revealing his elongated claws. The Gore Hounds stayed still and quiet. Growls and roars could be heard in the distance, along with the ground shaking and thundering as an army of Horde Drones sprinted past them. They paid the Gore Hounds no mind, but instead thundered past them and out of the cover of the trees. As soon as they did so, automated laser cannon turrets arose from behind the walls and began to rain down red bolts of death on the Horde Drones. Spiker pistols were leveled from the Draelvasier and shots were delivered as they charged. A few from his pack could not contain themselves and they broke from cover. Regamoth simply watched them in silence. This was one of many reasons he had the Gore Hounds waiting patiently—he wanted to see which of his pack could control themselves with discipline in times of war…mete out the weak and undisciplined from his lot.


A deep thudding came lumbering up beside Regamoth. The large Baedurin Drone Commander glared at him and roared, “YOU ARE A COWARD! ATTACK NOW!”

The pale Sraelvun did not cower. He simply stared at the Baedurin. But there was one thing Regamoth did not do…raise up too high from where he was. In fact, he lowered his profile even more, which gave an appearance of cowering. Regamoth was situated at the treeline at an opening...where the wall turrets had a clear line of fire. The large Baedurin's thundering voice got the attention of a pair of turrets from the wall. Large red bolts pelted the area, slamming into the large commander's torso, rending the large creature across his abdomen in several places. Regamoth did nothing to help him, letting the commander die...because of his pride and stupidity. He continued to pet the large muskwolf and then eventually shooed the beautiful animal away from the settlement. It sprinted further into the forest and disappeared. The Sraelvun turned his attention back to the wall.


For many moments, Regamoth simply watched with his analytical mind, heedless of the many Horde Drones that were being cut down in ruthless fashion. He watched the turrets rotate and acquire targets, but noticed on the south wall, there was an approach vector that did not provide the Pa’lowick defenders with a crossfire. This one turret now had Regamoth’s undivided attention. Quickly, the cunning Sraelvun leader changed the shape of his hand, signing to his tribe.

When I run, follow. Stay behind me.

The Horde Drones continued to poor out from the tree line, designed to attack and die…and they did that job well. Suddenly, the turret that Regamoth was watching stopped firing. Regamoth anticipated this…even automated turrets had to be reloaded with their massive energy sources.

His hand shot down and he launched himself from cover. Sprinting at a rapid rate, nearly on all fours, the members of the Gore Hounds followed behind Regamoth tightly, just as he ordered. They covered the ground to the wall in seconds. Not anticipating an enemy quite like the Draelvasier, the walls were only so high…

Springing from the muddy earth, Regamoth sailed through the air and caught the edge of the wall at the top. Without slowing his momentum, he pushed off and over the wall, falling to the other side. He was the first to land, right in the middle of a group of armed Pa’lowick soldiers. Looks of shock etched their faces, but Regamoth was a creature of instinct. Without pulling a weapon, his claws flashed across the throat of the nearest soldier.

Right about then, dozens more of the Gore Hounds made their way over the wall. Crela had been breached…

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

 

[Primal Architect]

​Jedi General Asath Bren - Jedi Temple Outer Defences

​The Jedi General pushed through with the enemy defences, moving forward with the two Temple Guards at his side. Bren raised his saber into a high guard, staring down the monstrous creatures. His eyes locked with one of the smaller ones, a Drone. It was smaller than the larger ones, a strange pale creature with dead eyes. One of many, insignificant and lifeless beasts.

​Striking across the neck and jaw of the Drone with a hanging right swiped across from right to left. The Drone toppled to the ground, Bren moved quickly, allowing the force to fuel his agility. Bren brought his saber low, facing inward and to the left - using the force to throw himself into the air and into a circular leap, bringing his blade down overhead into a powerful slashing arc, dodging spiker rounds as he slashed downward and through one of the larger Brutes.

​Landing crouched, two Spiker rounds slammed into the Jedi's shoulder, causing him to wince in pain. The metal shards were hot, so hot that they melted through his armour with relative eave. Not so much like a lightsaber, not so much that it'd be a quick and intense but rather an enduring, cruel pain. He could feel the skin around the wound cook, blistering and his blood boil. Bren cried out, falling to one knee as the two Temple Guards moved to cover him.

​He had to reach deep, hand clenching with what little feeling he had left as he outstretched both hands, rolled into fists as he unleashed a whirlwind torrent of air that through several of the strange warriors into the air. With an aggressive grunt, the Jedi General pushed himself to his feet; rushing forward, hacking and slashing with the efficiency of the Jedi. The combative prowess of his mastery of Shien was unmistakable. He had to push - he had to fight on. If his body faltered, if he failed.

​There would be no hope for the rest.

​| [member="Galak"] | [member="Wrathak"] | [member="Bralor Azkaroth"] | [member="Lerropten"] | [member="Maekhar"] |​

 

[Aharon’Ra]

Post: 3

Current Objective: Disable Artillery Piece

Aharon jumped from tree to tree, his wound minor. The artillery piece was in view now, in a part clearing of trees. Aharon hopped down and ran across to, not before opposing gunfire shot his way. The men had either blasters or melee weapons and took cover behind boxes and crates. Aharon ran and jumped on one man, taking a blaster shot to the chest, it didn't make a difference for the man was soon pulled apart. Aharon had a spiker out and shot another man across the small field. The searing metal slowly melted the man's skin away, screams of anguish coming from him.

They eventually stopped and Aharon looked up at the Jedi who took his distracted state to ambush him. One charged him while the other held back warning against it. The man was soon cut in half the other, more skilled parried many of the blows. He was subsequently kicked back and was knocked unconscious. Most men were running to confront him but peeled back, and formed in a "V" formation on his sides and front.

Aharon turned and ran towards the piece, taking another shot to the back. It didn't stop him as he flung spiker needles back with the pull of a trigger. Most of the men fell down to lie dead, others took cover. Now on the piece Aharon scaled it, going to the gunners deck. During this time the knocked out Jedi regained conscious and ran towards the later on the side of the artillery piece.

Many men were thrown off the sides hitting the ground lifeless. The main operator yanked out a pistol but he was cut along the chest, spilling his organs. Aharon slashed down the controls, disarming the weapon and relaxed. A lightsaber came through his back and he whirled grabbing the Jedi's hand and breaking it. Grabbing the neck of the man, he crushed it, the man's eyes were now bloodshot and bleed, a rich dark red blood. Sitting down Aharon rested.

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] @Lerropten @Hrealga Nacht [member="Bralor Azkaroth"]

 

[Kad]

​Objective: B
​Post: 4

​As the Orkale dove into the southern coven, Gredak could feel the cold. It was strange, his breaths came out in strange white patterns - the oxygen in his body was colder than the air around him. It was strange, but pretty. He'd never seen anything like it before. The worlds of the Draelvasier were always arid and boiling hot, or terraformed to be more suited to that nature. The Baedurin were the first sons of Khaeus, the most akin to his likeness and the hierarchs of their society.

​The Aeravalin were secondary, they shouldn't of been of course - however that was the way of things and Gredak was in no position to change that. Eyes fallen on Kyrim, his blood-brother. Not yet. The Orkale came low, joining another Zealot Squad's Orkale heading to the valley. Gredak raised his arm, speaking into his communicator;

​"Orders are to come around to the hangar front, stop their ships from leaving." ​Gredak relayed the Command to the other Squad as the Orkales cut through the mountain tops, diving low through the rocks in an attempt to reach the Hangar in time.

The Zealot Minor was eager, eager to prove his worth. Eyes catching the light of the hangar bay cast across the snowy mountain. Pointing in the direction of the hangar, Gredak looked to Tenebris - he was the Zealot Major, he would make the call.

​| [member="Kyrim Tenebris"] |​

 

[Galak]

​Post 2
Objective A
​Tags- [member="Aharon’Ra"], [member="Wrathak"], [member="Lerropten"], [member="Bralor Azkaroth"]

​Galak continued to lead the charge, pressing against the enemy defence. They were dug in deep, and not an inch of ground was given up without a fight. Every little bit of progress was complimented by a new scar, and a couple Drone corpses. In the trench ahead, there were maybe thirty of them. Six heavy blaster cannons and an array of whatever kind of blasters they could find.

​Galak dropped down into the trench they'd just overtaken, taking cover as he gestured for his troops to follow. Gathering low, crouched. Galak shared a glance with one of the Brutes under his command, before the Brute looked away - gawking at something. No, in awe. Galak heard it next, a snarling battle-cry that reverberated in his gut.

​The Captain took to his feet, watching as the Chieftain leapt through the air, landing in the midst's of the enemies forward trench. In a moment, that thirty was cut to nearly half. There was no time to waste, no time for a breather or to reload safely. Just time to push, time to fall in line - to prove ones strength.

"Now!" ​Galak cried out, clambering up from the trench; rushing across the distance between, firing off short blasts from his rifle.

​Galak leapt down into the trench, landing in-between Tathra and an approaching Temple Guard. The large Brute slowly rose to full height, the Temple Guard looked him up and down, her emerald eye danced across his broad and muscular form with a look of disgust and terror. Galak dropped his RAW, taking the Glaive from his back as the Temple Guard activated their staff saber.

​Immediately, Galak was put on the defensive as the Jedi used the force to dash forward; closing the distance and begun hacking and slashing at the Brute Captain. His size and superior defence from the Glaive kept the blades at bay, darting from side to side in the small confines of the trench. Catching a strike from the Temple Guards high guard positioning, Galak caught the saber in the middle of his weapons hilt, sliding it to one side using his greater strength.

​Then, quickly jabbing with the pommel of his Glaive; the Temple Guard was staggered as Galak grabbed her by the robe slinging her into the wall. She hit the muddy wall hard, sliding into a slump.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective C-Discover your path

Post 6

While everyone else seemed more keen on showing strength, commanding hordes of draelvasier to fall upon the inhabitants of the planet, Hraelga and her team of zealots, accompanied by a small detachment of drones had found a more worth while past time. Rather than facing those survivors or any other stragglers, she was enjoying a game of her own, a hunt, to root out any survivors that had not gone to the enclave or the outpost. "So...this was it?" With one of her feet upon the falled jedi's chest, the Zealot Major looked at her zealot companions and the drones. Letting out a sigh, she motioned them to follow her, with a forest so close by, it was about time they'd start hunting in earnest, being pretty certain a lot of survivors had acatually gone to this place as well, a thought which was confirmed by the presence and resistance in the form of that lone jedi. "We're going to scour this forest for survivors, kill everything you see that isn't Bry'adûl."

 

[Kyrim Tenebris]

When the final Zealot of Rhivak Squad became silent in their waiting for his orders, with this final being one of his pack-brothers—Gredak—Kyrim gave the word.

"We will encircle the front of the hanger from all sides including the top, and we WILL kill them all. No ship leaves and no one survives." he said, with his voice seemingly reverberating in the cold, while the pinpricks in the distance which could only be the hanger's soon to be dead occupants started to rush around in a frenzy. It was interesting watching them scurry about and try to speed up what seemed as their only chances of survival. But if there was one thing which he had learned during his life, was that in the end, nothing survives. Only nature.

Beckoning towards the pilot, Kyrim ordered the orkale down towards the surface and the hanger, and then informed Gredak to use his communicator to convey the battle plan to the other squads and to thave them follow Rhivak in their descent towards the hanger. This was the end for these survivors, as their Temple was at the very moment being attacked too. The enemy cannot fight on two fronts, transport survivors to safer locations or off-world, and still expect to see the next day alive.

[member="Gredak Tenebris"]​

 

[Kad]

​​Objective: B
Post: 5

​As the Orkale lowered, Gredak could hear the screams of terror, the confusion and panic among the Human prey. Gredak snickered, almost twitching into a serious state of mind as Kyrim ordered him to relay the message to the other Squad. Gredak nodded, with a Kukri in one hand and his communicator raised on the others gauntlet.

​"Tyrak Squad, we're encircling the Hangar Bay. We've taken the left, you take the right!" ​Gredak howled over the bustling wind and Spiker fire. Both Orkale's Zealots had already begun to open fire with their Rifles, taking out some stranglers as the transports began to fill.

​The Orkale's drew close, and Gredak leapt from the confines with eagerness and skill. With both blades drawn, Gredak launched himself into the mix; throwing his weight into every strike. Gredak torn down each Human with a sadistic laziness. He savoured ever kill, the blood oozing from their wounds - spraying from their ripped necks. Like an aphrodisiac, it sent him into a frenzy. Again and again, Gredak was going to kill the most Humans he possibly could.

​His eyes caught the exterior of one of the transport ships, its loading bay door was closing. Gredak broke from formation, sprinting full charge and leaping. Gredak dug his blades into the door, pulling with all his weight to stop it from closing.

Right now, he was envious of that fabled Baedurin strength.

​| [member="Kyrim Tenebris"] |​

 

[Wrathak]

Objective A
Tags: @Galak @Tathra Khaeus

Wrathak had marched forward, but now it seemed that everyone was charging, so Wrathak led his drones in a charge as well. He saw several individuals leading fronts that were attacking this little fortress, so it was good for Wrathak to see he wasn't alone. Roaring to the heavens, Wrathak shot some more. Ahead he could see the leader of the group, Tathra himself. Swearing to not let their leader down, Wrathak roared again before jumping forward into the trenches, leading his drones to death and glory.

In the trench itself were several defenders, defenders that Wrathak slaughtered with a few blasts from his weapon. Snarling at their corpses, Wrathak raised his eyes and focused on Tathra. Turning his gaze then to the one who had been leading the charge, Wrathak nodded in his direction, despite him fighting currently. Turning his gun up and towards more defenders aiming towards Tathra, Wrathak let loose 5 more shots, killing one of the three, and causing the other two to duck to cover. Hefting his weapon, Wrathak roared and then charged forward and into another cluster of enemy soldiers.

Ramming into one, Wrathak pulverized the poor soldier, and then aimed his rifle towards the others. Sadly one of them seemed to be a Jedi and pushed the rifle aside with some help from the force. Growling, Wrathak stared bloody daggers at the Jedi as he pulled out a wicked looking knife, one that would be considered a sword by smaller people. Swinging it once towards the Jedi, Wrathak bellowed and charged the little man once more.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Objective: A
​Post: 8

​Tathra continued the fight, leading the Brute charge. The titan released his Long-Axe into his off-hand, holding it by the upper-length for quick and ruthless strikes. His left hand reached forward, grasping onto the flimsy limb of a human; turning to the left and swinging overhead, the body crashed into the ground, destroyed.

​His whole body was surging, energised with purpose. The armies of the Bryn'adûl followed in the wake of his strength, he was their Master and he would present himself as such. Tathra would die befor he would ever be considered weak by his own kind. The titan channelled that motivating, turning into the momentum of his overhead swing with a savage flourish; cutting down multitudes of foes. Galak moved to meet him, leaping into the trench opposite the Titan.

​Tathra brought his Axe close, grasping it in his left once more as he released his Shield from his right arm; and broke into a forward sprint. Tathra used his shield like a battering ram, crashing through ten or twelve men and crushing them underfoot. The titan slowed to a stop as he drew closer to the centre of the fighting.

​Jedi.

​Tathra retracted the Composite Shield, throwing his Axe into a trio of men - the weapon spun, cutting the three into chunks of flesh before returning to the Chieftain, he had to clear a path to the Jedi. Two of them, one had their back turned, the other was contending with Wrathak. Tathra burst into a sprint at the Jedi, fuelled by a righteous hate. Their order, their ideals. It spat in the face of the truth, Jedi lied. All of them. Their order deserved to die, bloodied and forgotten.

​Tathra marched forward, his lumbering steps quaking even in the numbing sounds of Warfare. Soon, his shadow encompassed the Temple Guard, and by then - it was too late.

​| [member="Wrathak"] | [member="Galak"] | [member="Aharon’Ra"] | [member="Lerropten"] | [member="Bralor Azkaroth"] |​

 

[Regamoth]

Objective C - Discover Your Path

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This is the first true conquest of our kind. Finally, we have returned. Seek strength in whatever way you deem fit. Forge your own path, the full might of the Draelvasier is at our fingertips and this planet at our mercy. Have some fun with it.
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City of Crela
Planet of Lowick

Crela was being overrun at this point with the 5 drone units, almost 50 strong. Drone Commanders typically commanded all five squads, but their Drone Commander was dead. The other drone Majors immediately looked to Regamoth for direction. At this point, they did not need his direction. But he signed to them anyway…

Kill all. Feast.

The Drone Majors needed no more instruction than that. They relayed this command to their unit and they quickly spread out within the city. Unfortunately for the Pa’lowicks, the extent of their city defenses were dedicated to keeping enemies out of the walled city…once the enemy was inside the walls, there was no organized resistance to speak of. All their eggs went into the wall’s defense…which was no longer an issue.

Regamoth, loped through the city streets and found a small pocket of resistance holed up in the center square. He quickly signed to his unit…

Distract the gunner.

A small militia group had set up a heavy repeater on a tripod and was lighting into some of the other units that approached. Regamoth’s unit sprinted from behind the building where they stood, quickly making their way to the next building. The pa’lowick gunner swiveled the repeater, shooting fiery red bolts towards his unit, barely missing the fleet-footed band. Not wasting an instant, Regamoth could feel a warmth spread to his limbs as he swung around and charged the position. Out of his periphery, the gunner caught a glimpse of movement to his right and swung the large weapon towards Regamoth, but the Drone Major was already amongst the small militia. His heavy blade flashed out, darting from alien to alien, quick violent thrusts and slashes that brought the small band low…and with that, the town center went silent.

Regamoth raised his sword high and roared in victory. The four other Drone Majors followed suit along with their units. The Sraelvun had won the day and conquered the small city of Crela. Overall, the casualties were very low among the Drone units, losing a few in the initial charge, but it was other drone units from the battalion that took heavy losses. The five units with Regamoth were some of the brightest and experienced drones in the battalion--and they worked together often as one gang, so they only lost a handful among the five units…and, of course, their drone commander…

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

 

[Xrobas H'kahn]

Objective B


Deep within the cargo hold of a human ship, Xrobas awaited his prey. In the darkness, the mutant stirred silently. Only the hefty breathing of the large drael could be heard from him, yet this was drowned out by the sound of the ships engines and the fighting occurring just outside. The scent of fear and terror emanating from the fleeing humans filled the air with a stench that Xrobas adored.

"Come on. We've got room for me. We must hurry," cried out one of the human soldiers aiding int he boarding of the ship. "Last family. Let's go. Get us offworld!"

The ship began rising from the ground when, suddenly, an explosion went off near the engines of the ship. As a chain reaction went off, the ship came hurdling back down to the ground. A heavy crash and several more explosions went off as the ship hit the earth. Many died in the crash. Only few remained on the ship. Trapped and unable to reach anyone on the outside.

Xrobas was in control of their fates now. And he would be merciless.