Dominion Bryn'adûl | Dominion of Maldra IV

[Primal Architect]

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Madlra IV Must Fall
The surrounding systems of Lowick, Catella, Kesh and many others had fallen silent. Their bright sun had been extinguished, stars in the dark wondered dwindling in the endless expanse of space. The people of Maldra succumbed to the fear of their fate. Brainless and painless, the iced earth underneath their feet was blinding and blackening. As the stars darkened, life dwindled on the planet below. More came and went, and yet brought no day. The men and women of Maldra IV forgot their passions, their selves lost to the unending fear of what would come for them. All that remained was one thought, and that was death.
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Objective - Discover
This was unprecedented, the world of Maldra IV was once bustling and active. Now, merely months later - it was a Ghost World. Cities, buildings, entire continents on fire, abandoned. Whatever terrible fate they had hoped to escape, they achieved. The Crusade of the Bryn'adûl had set off time bombs on so many planets in Wild Space, so many defenceless homes that would've otherwise been taken easily now in a sequence of a self-destructive nature, born of the fear of the imminent threat. Slowly, the Galaxy was waking to the Nightmare on their doorstep. An all consuming force that cared not, a forerunner of powerful means unknown to them. Maldra was the future of all civilisation - whether by their own hand or by the might of the Bryn'adûl.

Discover this vast, empty planet - find teachings unbeknownst to most, do as you must. See the true frailty of this Galaxy with your own eyes.


TAGS -

• Tathra Khaeus
• Galak
• Hrajlmak'Natok
• Hraelga Nacht
• Bralor Azkaroth

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective: Discover the truth
Postcount: 1
Extra: N/A
Tag: Tathra Khaeus | Galak | Hrajlmak'Natok | Bralor Azkaroth

Hundreds of Orkale and Heldrak dropships pierced through the smokey atmosphere of the planet devoid of life or leisure. The cold blanketed everything and everyone, the silence eerie and even imposing. It seemed that in the wake of their ruthless, unyielding swath across the nearest sectors, the Bryn'adûl hordes had caused so much terror that the grip of fear turned others to the tools of desperation. It was a chilling thought though, as the eyes of each and every Draelvasier resting within a single Orkale showed eyes filled with a hint of fear or perhaps it was disgust.

Surely one could say it took some serious strength of character to take the path of death to avoid the arrival of the Bryn'adûl hordes, but the Dreal did not look at it this way. The drael valued strength both physically and of character and they saw no value in avoiding battle. "Listen up, preliminary scans have indicated that Maldra six is completely devoid of sentient life... which tells us these people took the cowards way out, depriving us of both battle and a clean death," Hraelga looked at each and every Zealot within her team, knowing fully well that her job of hunting would now probably be most likely relegated to become one of investigation and discovery. "However, even with these people gone like dust inj the wind, it is still our duty to survey the land, decide upon what materials this planet has to offer which can aid in our further expansion. Any useful genetic material, locations, etc... we need to figure everything out, such is the will of the Creator."

After having said that, the Marauder clacked her tongue, her talon-like fingers sliding across the wound she had sustained during the occupation and subsequent cleansing of Lowick. She wondered in silence how these people took such a drastic meassurement, secretly hoping at least some of the people remained in some fashion...

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Discover
Post: One

The sky was empty, their forces had deployed in Orkales Gunships and Heldrak Dropships yet there was nothing to find. The AA Guns were silent, their Barracks and Military Bases were empty. Unfinished mass graves lay fresh, buried in the snow. The endless snow. Maldra's continents were engulfed in snow, perpetrated by powerful terraforming technology. That was all that remained of this planet's populace, their intent. The bodies were encased in ice, lost forever to the depths of the snow. Yet the fear that had killed them was still fresh in the air.

Tathra watched as the snow melted away against the crimson heat of his plated palm, brushing aside the snow to reveal the frozen grave. A pale, lifeless form - it was a small female of some kind. He didn't recognise the species, horns with yellowed cores adorned a head of grey hair. Previous to an arrival, the strange covens in the open fields were merely assumed to be mass-graves. Now, they had confirmation of the fate of this planets civilisation. Bodies had been discovered, frozen in the fields and streets.

Those who had sought a peaceful life, or to retreat had been killed by those afraid of a future they could not be part of. Tathra saw the fear of the in their faces, the resignation of their lives. Yet, they had robbed the Bryn'adûl of their right to conquest. Even so, their attempts were in vain. Their fear had been immortalised in the endless snow even as they attempted to bury themselves, to hide from existence itself. Now, they were immortalised failures, for all Drael to see. Tathra had ordered for the bodies to remain untouched, they would remain as they were. A reminder for them all.

Tathra marched from the edge of the Mass Graves, his Storm-Cloak treading behind him in the heavy snow. The Titan made way for their Forward Outpost, no great amount of resources had been dedicated to the research of this planet. The presence of even more than one ship was due to his presence. His interest alone drew vessels to the planet. Thusly, he had to relay his findings to those in the sky.

Communication outside of the established outpost was difficult, they'd yet to determine why.

Tags-
- Galak
- Hrajlmak'Natok
- Hraelga Nacht
- Bralor Azkaroth

 

[Galak]

Objective: Discovery of Intent
Post: One
Tags - Hrajlmak'Natok | Hraelga Nacht | Tathra Khaeus | Bralor Azkaroth

The Brute General thumbed at the plasma scorch on his knee plating, the thick plate hugged the bone; it protected the important parts but it felt like a second skin to him. He'd been wearing it as long as his skin had fully developed into a full carapace. When something was off with it, something was off with him. He scratched at it, sliding his index finger underneath the binder-strap to get a feel at the inside. It seemed as though the interior structure was largely unaffected, however a large portion that covered the left of his knee had been dented on the outside. Another heat-seeker to the knee and his leg was coming off.

"General. Marauder Nacht is enroute." Chirped a Sraelvun Drone, Galak simply nodded in return; standing to his full height as he turned to address the Brute Captains flanking him. It was strange, a rather leisurely activity for them all. But they'd discovered something, in the ice. It was some sort of research facility in lockdown, and Galak had already blown the door open with Seekers. That was the problem, he'd gotten ahead of himself. He need permission to enter an non-continental facility. Especially considering it still seemed active.

"Brutes, hold the entrance."

Marauder Nacht was on her way, he hadn't done it to get her attention. But he wasn't bothered by that result either.

The General hefted his rifle, and moved toward their outreach com post. That was where Hrealga would be landing.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective: Discover the truth
Postcount: 2
Extra: N/A
Tag: Tathra Khaeus | Galak | Hrajlmak'Natok | Bralor Azkaroth

As the Orkale reached the ground, the uniformity of its contents was made clear, a squad of darker, colder Drael stepped down onto the ice, two rows of zealots with black bandages, blackened weapons and a blank expression on their face flanking a single carapaced female Drael with long spindly legs, razorsharp claws and golden eyes. For a moment, this single female Drael looked into the direction of the brutes ahead and the single brute approaching her squad.

"Cap...General Galak, seems you have a knack of finding the spots which peak my interest," The Marauder clacked her tongue as she came closer to the large, brutish specimen of their race, letting out a sudden chuckle. Tilting her head a bit to the side, she looked at the captain's own squad, wondering if he had brought his elites again, she hoped he did, since they did deserve whatever spoils there'd be, especially after their performances. "Surely, you deserve that promotion to general...Galak, the Creator has taken notice of your remarkable performances..."

Patting Galak gently on the shoulder as she passed, Hraelga clacked with her tongue again. "Well...at least I have taken notice of you, we'll say that counts for something, no?" For a moment she stopped and pointed at the whole construction burried underneath the ice and snow, giving the captain an inquisitive look. "So...what did you find, exactly?"

 

[Bralor Azkaroth]

Objective: Discover
Postcount: 1
Extra: N/A
Tag: Tathra Khaeus | Galak | Hrajlmak'Natok | Hraelga Nacht

Bralor, contemplated the mission before him. Seemed fairly simple and direct, recon, explore find out if there’s anything useful on this wasteland of a planet that the Brynádul could use, utilise or appropriate. Bralor snorted with contempt. The idea that these primitive lifeforms could have anything of value for the Brynádul was unlikely to say the least.



Still Bralor supposed he could use the opportunity to study the planet and its primary race. Hopefully there would be some information or insight that allowed them to conquer more planets. Currently Bralor was curious about the frozen life forms. If they could find a way to harness such extreme sub zero effects in to a weapon it could provide an invaluable advantage in battle, or in cleansing a planet.



Assuming of course the Brynádul would value such a strategy. They prided themselves on battle, particularly that of slaughtering their enmies and causing pain. To utilize such a weapon while a significant advantage would take away their bloodlust in battle, which was a crucial component of not only their military but of themselves as a whole.



In short it would make battle and warfare too easy and less enjoyable.



Bralor snorted in humour at the concept. In any event the Chieftain had declared that the frozen forms remain untouched, an order that irked Bralor slightly, if they were here to discover and study, how was he supposed to do that without inspecting some samples.



Bralor would have to find a quiet moment to discuss it with the Chieftain. It would be unwise to question his orders publicly, he might take it as a challenge to his leadership. Which would be unfortunate.



Nonetheless the discussion itself was necessary. Bralor contacted the chieftain on his stone.



“Chieftain, I have a request to make. May I approach you directly?”

 

[Galak]

Objective: Discovery of Intent
Post: Two
Tags - Tathra Khaeus | Hrajlmak'Natok | Hraelga Nacht | Bralor Azkaroth

Galak stood at attention with rifle in hand, eyeing the strange black clad Zealots as the Marauder strode out among them. His sole response to the entry of the Zealots was a cold nod, and a snort of hot vapour in response to the Marauders chide. The Brute had been outside in the cold for quite some time, and even if the appearance of a fellow Warrior he respected did lessen his distaste for Maldra, he was still all around in a rather foul mood.

Galak didn't know if he'd deserved to become a General. It felt earned to him, however it was not his place to judge such things. He simply did as Commanded, lead his troops as best he could, fought for the Bryn'adûl as best he could. He wasn't out for personal gain. The Marauder passed him by, long clawed fingers grazing against his pauldron, turning to follow behind her. Then, a seemingly untoward comment; he had her attention. Perhaps she thought knew he valued it, perhaps those were knowing eyes rather than simply bleak and playful ones.

"Yes." His reply was short, yes was all he needed.

But as quickly as the first question passed; another came. He found himself asking the same thing, internally he had no idea what the construct was. However it appeared to be of higher technological complexity than a majority of the planet.

"We don't know what it is. Seems like a Research Facility to me. Its isolated, it makes sense. But I want to get inside. The doors already open." This was the part that made the General uncomfortable, he wasn't used to having to ask or needing to. Things were always simple, complete an objective - go home. Now he actually was going out of his way to do more and it was going to cost him. He knew he'd have to sweeten the deal.

"Your presence would be an honor, Marauder Nacht."

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Discover
Post: Two

Tathra entered the Forward Outpost, greeted by a comforting warmth within its interior. A marked improvement over the disparaging cold of the Fields of frozen Mass Graves. As the Titan entered, he was flanked by an assortment of Officers; including a few Scientific personnel who had come along as part of the Research Team. It was a strange change of pace for the Draelvasier to not have to take a world in Military terms. On a practical level this planet was a boon, rich with resources and within their grasp without the Military Force required to take the planet.

They'd already begun to plan for demolitions for the terraforming technology and excavation of mineral rich areas. The Servitors would be used to demolish the Constructs of the planets previous inhabitants after they'd been fully searched and strip-mined for anything valuable. It was a large undertaking, but getting straight to it was better than having to cull a whole civilisation first. At least, statistically speaking. Rather impractically, a large portion of the attending forces were expecting a fight and going without had left them to their own devices - something fairly rare. The Titan could feel the tingle in his spice, some nonsense was transpiring somewhere. He could feel it. Those within the Command centre of the Outpost gave Tathra nods of acknowledgement, too busy with co-ordination of their forces to address him verbally.

In truth he preferred it, it allowed him to get on with things. Tathra began with a read-out of their deployments, checking for anything out of place. Most notably, a Marauder had been calmed to an off-site Construct to deal with a protocol breach, strange. Perhaps further investigation was required, he didn't know. But it was better to be sure than to simply guess. It was then that the Shaman Azkaroth contacted him, the Cadaver. They hadn't spoken in some time since the fall of Lowick.

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Tags-
- Galak
- Hraelga Nacht
- Bralor Azkaroth
- Hrajlmak'Natok

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Cold, silent desolation. The inhabitants had succumbed to their terror. They had been given a choice, fight the Bryn’adul, or surrender to the Great Conquest. Their decision was one that considered only those who came before them. Those who fell. The Scourge of the Outer Rim was unimpeded, undefeated. Fear crippled nearby worlds. So much so that when faced with this war-machine, the people of Maldra IV simply gave up before a single bolt was fired. They ended their own existence for fear of it being ended by something terrible. This decision made Hrajlmak laugh, and laugh he did. Surrounded by snow, ice, destruction and death, the war-hungry Shaman roared with laughter atop endless corpses. His guttural voice traveled far, his emotion even further. The disappointment of being starved of battle was eclipsed by the humour he found in what was simply planet-wide suicide. He couldn’t get enough of it.

But he was on this world for a reason. And that reason was not to enjoy Maldra IV’s suicide. Hrajlmak composed himself and began exploring. As he trudged along the ice and snow, his thoughts fell to the Great Conquest. Hrajlmak was a scientist and a thinker by DNA. His free time was either exploring the Force, or exploring new ways to make the cogs of their war-machine spin faster. Maldra IV was not inherently cold, it had been in the middle of terraformation, a technology familiar to the Bryn’adul. Yet this got Hrajlmak thinking. The cold was no issue for him, but he knew his Baedurin brethren weren’t quite so comfortable. An issue that Hrajlmak was familiar with. Drael bodies did not cope too well with temperature. Being an Aeravalin, Hrajlmak knew if this world were a hot one, he would not be walking so leisurely.

Desolation stretched to the horizon. Empty space to be exploited Hrajlmak thought. He collected his thoughts and prepared for an audience with the Chieftain.

Hrajlmak came upon the great Titan at their outpost. A nervous tingle present as he approached him. Eadu was last he saw him and even then, it was no more than a word. Perhaps even a glance. He couldn’t remember. Hrajlmak came to a stop before Tathra and knelt.

“Sire, I apologise for my absence. My work has consumed me”.

After concluding their greeting, Hrajlmak stood to speak.

“I have been surveying this wasteland and I wish to advise you on further additions to the Great Conquest. The production of environment-specific troops. Being of Aeravalin breed I know the cold of this planet is inconsequential to me. The same can’t be said of my Baedurin brethren. You are aware that our species is especially vulnerable to significant temperature flux. A weakness when in battle of course. I feel it is a necessity that we repurpose the world’s we conquer to benefit the Conquest. I see empty land ripe for the taking here. Land we could use to construct large birthing fields for a new troop. Troops with a genetic predisposition to excel on cold battlefields. They would far outperform what we currently deploy in these environments. That is my report, Sire.”

Tathra Khaeus / Galak / Bralor Azkaroth / Hraelga Nacht ​

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective: Discover the Truth
Post Count: 3
Tag: Galak | Tathra Khaeus | Hrajlmak'Natok | Bralor Azkaroth

"A research facility...that's always a nice find," The Marauder chuckled and started walking towards the entrance. However, just as she was about to enter the place, she turned around to her squad, which had been following her as they'd been ordered. "You can all do your job, find any and all specimens of this planets populace, leave the dead be, but if you are to find any live ones or anything of interest, relay it to either myself or the Chieftain, got it?"

With that being said, Hraelga continued to walk to the open door of the facility, wondering what kind of heresy or sheer abominations these people may have concocted in this place. Perhaps, if they were lucky, there might even be a clue as to what had happened on that planet and what could cause such planetary ecological devastation. In truth, it was most likely very useful as a weapon to the Bryn'adûl. Even if they were to consider themselves the ultimate lifeform, Hraelga knew all to well that they weren't immortal and that perhaps a safeguard could always be useful, she was certain that the Creator thought similarly as her on this subject, maybe she would even ask him what he truly desired, whenever she'd have the time and the permission to do so.

"General Galak, it seems we might learn a thing or two from this place if we're lucky," Clacking her tongue, Hraelga allowed her eyes to get accustomed to the darkness within the cold, icy space they'd just entered. "Have any of your men checked out this place yet? If not, I'd advise sending someone over with a Worm to try and pry some information out of the data this place holds. Have some men investigate this place and provide us with a general layout of the place for further intensive inspections."

 

[Bralor Azkaroth]

Objective: Discover
Postcount: 2
Extra: N/A
Tag: Tathra Khaeus Galak Hrajlmak'Natok Hraelga Nacht

As Bralor approached the Chieftain and gave a bow, as befitted the Chieftains rank and prestige. Bralor nodded in acknowledgment of Shaman Hrajlmak.

"Beast Master Shaman Hrajlmak. I trust you have identified prime land for our use. I have a similar assessment to make"

Bralor paused as he considered how to phrase his request. While Bralor was one of the higher ranking Drael within there current armada, indeed ony two ranks below the Chieftain himself. Officially at any rate. Bralor sometimes wondered if he should try to increase in rank, but if he was being honest with himself Warlord was rank enough to be of use to the Chieftain and by extension the Brynádul as well as give him enough power to pursue his own interests. Interests that were purely for the benefit of his race of course. Not just because he found certain subjects fascinating in their own right.

Currently Bralor was studying other Races biological make up. While in no doubt of the superiority of his own race, Bralor was curious as to the biological make up of other species. How much pain they could take, the most efficient way to kill them, any potential threats or benefits that they may possess.

Of course in order to discover what if any of these attributes any other species had Bralor needed specimens for study. Preferably both live and dead once. Both to be dissected in due time of course. As such Bralor needed to petition the Chieftain for the project. Of course for the project to be approved, Bralor would have to phrase it in such a way that left no doubt that they were a superior race that somehow still needed to learn of and from other races. The conundrum was a frustrating one.

“Chieftain I request that I be allowed to take several specimens for further study. I feel that with proper scientific research we could identify more flaws for us to exploit, both in battle and conquest of those we defeat.”

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Discover
Post: Two

Gold eyes fell on the visage of the knelt Shaman Natok, it'd been some time since he'd crossed paths with this particular Shaman. The Titan replied with a nonchalant groan, extending his left palm with his middle and index finger outstretched; raising them both in gesture for the Shaman to rise. His absence had gone without notice, Tathra was not unaware of what every Draelvasier was doing. However, he was always aware of every Draelvasier in that he ensured they all served the goals of their species. Luckily, the Shaman was among those who served diligently.

The Shaman's request was responded to with a snort, the impression of analytical efficiency was turned on its head. The character flaw that most Drael had was tunnel vision, they were born in a life of service; born in a world where all they knew was their purpose. Only Tathra could truly see the larger picture. Draelvasier were designed and trained for a particular purpose, not grand design.

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Before Tathra could continue, Warlord Azkaroth arrived at the Outpost, another bow; the Warlord had requested to speak with Tathra and thusly his topic would take precedence. His request was strange, there were so many planets to take specimens from, so many worlds to examine and ultimately conquer. He had no intention of denying the request - however often times those of high position went without scrutiny. Tathra would subject each of them to it, a reminder that the Tenants applied to all, including those that enforced it.

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Tathra's eyes shifted in between the two, ultimately there was only so much research one could do to gain advantage in combat. Humans were smaller, their bone structure was inferior and had plenty of gaps that allowed for quick kills. Skill and prowess were far more important.

Tags-

• Galak
• Bralor Azkaroth
• Hraelga Nacht
• Hrajlmak'Natok

 

[Galak]

Objective: Discovery of Intent
Post: Two
Tags - Hraelga Nacht , Hrajlmak'Natok , Bralor Azkaroth , Tathra Khaeus

The Marauder lead both her Squad and the General toward the entrance of the facility, cinders and scorching smoke still rose from broken pieces of the exploded doorframe.

"The base had been buried by the ice and snow, we wouldn't have found it were it not for the heat signature from within." Galak explained, walking alongside the Marauder as they arrived at the doorway. On either side of the Zealot Squad was a few Squads of Brutes, and a small force of Drones as well. Galak simply responded with a nod to her first response, the Tenants spoke of learning. Adaptability, perseverance - all of these were important qualities in a Warrior and learning was part of developing as a Warrior.

It was why their Chieftain was the greatest warrior in the Galaxy. He had spent so long, learning the ways of the Galaxy until he was finally able to deliver judgement upon them. Now, he had achieved in mere decades what many civilisations couldn't in millions of years. The Draelvasier were a united, powerful society. Learning was as much a key to power as anything else.

Galak nodded again then looked to a Squad, nodding his head at the direction of the doorway. Shortly thereafter the Squad of Brutes entered, weapons raised. After a few minutes, their Brute Major returned with a View Stone in hand, showing a small readout of the building. "There is another doorway General, base appears empty. Worms indicate a lab."

Galak nodded, leading the Marauder and Brute Major inside to the sealed doorway. The worms were working to open the door, Brutes stood with rifles aimed at the door, and Galak raised his own; weapon extended as he took a cautionary step in front of the Marauder as the door opened. Half frozen-air ushered a dead silence over the Facility as Galak pushed through the entrance with his Squad in toe. There were vials, tubes, small beeps of computers, but he recognised the creatures in the tubes.

The RAW clattered on the ground, the General was speechless and numb for a moment as he looked in horror at the lab table. A Baedurin soldier, long dead from combat with a missing arm. Galak felt a shudder crawl up his spine, his mind couldn't comprehend what he was seeing. He felt rage climb in his stomach, only matched by the fear.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective: Discover the truth
Post Count: 4
Tag: Tathra Khaeus | Galak | Hrajlmak'Natok | Bralor Azkaroth

Calm and collected as always, the Marauder waited for the General and his men to provide her with the information she desired and while the general's brutes were doing their job alongside a few drones, her hunter's instinct, her zealot predisposition and her genetic make up already made her feel sickened. As soon as the subordinate of general Galak arrived with his report, she could already smell a faint, yet familiar whiff within the dense smoke of the smoldering fires. It was familiar because it made her remind memories prior to even her own mind had reached adulthood, smells of chemicals, strange material, flesh and bone, she had gotten past quite a few smells, but this, this was the smell of something more disgusting and depraved than her mind would be willing to process.

Waving her clawed hand in front of her mouth a bit, the marauder looked at the subordinate of the general when he had finished his report. "It's safe to assume that either this was the facility in which they concocted their method of cowardly suicide or... we could be completely out of luck and this was something completely unrelated that just happened to remain somewhat intact," Nodding, she then proceeded to follow Galak and his men into the facility, her eyes widening at the sight she was to behold when they got inside. It now all made sense, the smell which was crawling up her nostrils now finally had an image or better yet, a face attached to it.

It was disturbing, horrifying, but also quite fascinating to behold, even if she called herself a true believer of the tennants, a faithful and devout worshipper of the Draelvasier strength and power as a race, as a people, as a unity, even if she were a devout believer of the tennants, she now had visual proof of the contradictions of those words they so proudly uttered before each engagement. Without any reasonable explanation, the Marauder started laughing, first a soft chuckle, but soon it turned into a sinister cackle, spreading her arms as she stood in front of the metal slab upon which a Baedurin soldier lay sprawled as a piece of art. "So this was there reasoning, to investigate ourphysiology, our source of strength and power," Hraelga instantly turned towards the General and stopped laughing, even though her slightly tilted face and almost excited breathing said it all, this was something which excited her, peaked her interest and more importantly brought out her fanatic zealot nature. "Two options... one, they tried to find a weak spot, find a way on how to hold off our invasion, our cleansing of their pitiful domain...or..."

She looked at the computers, their language strange and not all readible, but then she noticed the use of Galactic basic and through the education the Bryn'adûl's chosen were given, it was to be expected that they'd be able to read this language and even speak it in necessary situations. After all, it wasn't wise not to know the way one's prey thought or planned. "Option two... these people already knew they were doomed, but they worked on to the last moment they were given before their collective suicide on behalf of someone else. It seems our reputation is beginning to spread like wildfire. Good...very good, this must be reported to the Chieftain, I am sure he will be very pleased with this find, General... maybe just as much as I am."

Walking up to Galak, the Marauder placed her hands upon his muscular shoulders, stretching herself a bit to reach him a bit closer. "This is... sensitive information, we can't have that one emotion of...fear creeping into our men, so have one of your closest subordinates deliver the message solely to the Chieftain, Send out those you care for the most...the rest will be a sacrifice for the glory of the Bryn'adûl when we've collected all we need...is that understood, general?"

 

[Galak]

Post: Four
Objective: Discover the Truth
Tags - Hraelga Nacht

Galak couldn't quite believe what he was hearing or seeing, even if it was with one eye. A Brute had fallen, and Scientists had dissected him like some mere human wretch. He turned, slamming his fist into a small wheeled-tray of devise, knocking it flying across the Laboratory. But what followed was a sobering moment - the Marauder was hysteric, chuckling into a broken maddened cackle.

When she turned to him, Galak held none of his disgust back. This was no laughing matter, a Baedurin Warrior; a Brute by his markings had been violated; disgraced. Galak's fists clenched instinctively. The General turned to his troops, trying his utmost to maintain a level of calm among their troops - something the Marauder seemed not to care for.

"Major Astrag, if they have encrypted files; I want them open. Find out what these Scum were doing and where they are. Now!" Galak barked, but his second Command was interrupted as Hraelga leaned into him, hands on his shoulders.

His single eye scanned over her carapace, everything she was saying made sense in a moment of deep-seated rage as he realised exactly what the Marauder wanted. The Drael Marauder in that moment was no proud and beautiful Warrior to him, but a delinquent with no respect for their tenants. To kill his own on the basis of her own fear of being accountable for her actions; her ambitious to thrive neglected the held comradery he had for his Brutes. Galak could not help but growl deeply. For glory? No, there was no glory in a senseless death.

"You would have them die for your crude theory like this lab rat." The Brute pushed away her left arm with his own. His instincts kicked in, almost ready to fight. He'd fight for his own, for his Brutes. He didn't care if Hraelga was a Marauder - her orders were that of a fools. This facility messed with her judgement.

"I won't kill loyal Baedurin. And neither will you."

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective: Hide The truth
Post Count: 5
Tag: Galak

She hardly reacted to the Brute general's outburst of rage, only slightly glancing in the direction of the device he smashed off of one of the metal trays surrounding the corpse of the Baedurin member of their kin. Her golden eyes, usually so full of feverish devotion and pride, had dulled quite a bit, grown extremely cold and ruthless. Hraelga could feel how the large, mighty brute pushed her arm aside with his own muscular limb. She could feel the heat in his breath, the rage boiling within every fibre within his body. Yet, even if he towered over her, his frame covering her entirely in shadow with the single light within the room behind him to cast it upon her, she didn't move at all. "I do not know if our education after the birthing was the same given our different caste...but I have been thought to be able to read and understand the galactic Basic language," For an instant she let out a sigh and glanced towards the brute major Galak had ordered to check the files. "I reckon he'll be the one to deliver the message..."

Turning towards the metal slab upon which the corpse was displayed, her back turned towards the general, her talon-like fingers dug deep within the metal, like a sharpened knife into warm butter. "You don't get it do you?" Her tone of voice was extremely cold, monotone and exactly how one would expect a zealot to inform one of their victims of their impending end. This was how she was trained, how she had been drilled and educated, to see logic and devotion in a single light, to fulfill that duty without hesitation no matter the cost, no matter the sacrifice it took. Unlike the brutes, who were specifically bred, birthed and educated to advance the powerful warmachine that was the Bryn'adûl...she viewed that a zealot was outside of that line, they were bred to be those who would follow the tennants, who would enforce them and who would ultimately also be among those to break them to ensure the might of the Bryn'adûl. "If anyone would get their hands on any information regarding our species, ways to break our unity, our body...Our Creator. Would you want to take responsibility for each and every member of your team... General, we are strong, but we are not invincible. One of the reasons why we have a no survivor policy is to maintain control over the information others could get on us, through this secrecy we maintain our strength, but also to allow our own kin to feel this invincibility, to elevate their moral...how would they react if those inferior species in this galaxy have figured out how to beat us, how to hurt us...or worse yet, our chieftain?"

Without turning towards Galak, she raised her right hand upwards, spreading out her fingers for a moment. "I am giving them mercy and the glory to die at the hand of their own kin and not at the hands of inferior warriors...so...what will it be?"

 

[Galak]

Post: Five
Objective: Protect the Strong
Tags - Hraelga Nacht

Galak snorted, he understood well enough. Hraelga was acting a fool, she did not see beyond some the ignorance of Zealot elitism. They all breathed the same air, bled the same blood. Perhaps the Marauder thought Galak ignorant, but he simply believed in their tenants. He knew in his heart that the Strength of the Bryn'adûl would prevail over any weakness, any shortcoming.

The General circled slightly as the Marauder dug her nails into the metal, he kept a particular distance; creating a little space between them. He was very aware of how fast she was, and he didn't plan on going claw for claw with a Marauder. He was hesitant, but he'd stand his ground. What Hraelga said flew in the face of their tenants, he saw her weakness and her fear. He saw ignorance.

"Weakness is to be sought out and destroyed, not hidden away. We do not take prisoners because we are cleansing this Galaxy, destroying the weak. You are afraid, Marauder. My Brutes, my troops - us who dig through the blood and dirt? We are under no illusion of invincibility. The Bryn'adûl is invincible, but the meagre flesh is not. Our morale is not bore of invincibility, it is born from our duty to uphold Strength. To defeat the weak."

It was clear to Galak that the Marauder had snapped in someway, somehow.

"Do you really think we were designed with some kind of off-switch? Poisons, bioweapons. Death. Its part of the duty, its part of our purpose." Galak shook his head, his sole response to her ultimatum. He wouldn't kill his own needlessly.

"If you want to kill them? You'll have to kill me, Marauder."

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective: Hide the Truth
Post Count: 6
Tag: Galak

The marauder sighed as she stood with her back towards the general, slightly frustrated and annoyed by the brute's words putting her into a problematic situation. One one hand, she could get away with erasing the existence of a handful of soldiers within the larger scope of the Bryn'adûl army, but getting away with the death of one of the Bryn'adûl's most successful Brute generals was another issue. There was also the fact that she didn't want to sacrifice Galak, the former zealot might've been cold and calculated, but she wasn't without emotion, as over time she did come to like the general and his way of handling things when the going got tough.

"It seems we're at an impasse in this case," A clack of her tongue could be heard when her eyes glanced towards the Brute who was busy extracting the files from the facility's computers. "Very well, none of your Brutes' blood will be spilled today, but you will be held responsible for each and every loss the Bryn'adûl would incur whenever whatever's held on those files has managed to reach beyond our grasp, is that understood, general?"

Turning around towards the general again, she calmly ignored the Brute's aggressive stance, the heat of his muscles permeating the vicinity around him. However, for a single moment she stood still next to the general, clacking her tongue again, as suddenly, without any warning her left hand shot out towards the Brute's chest, aiming to dig her nails deep within the flesh underneath his ribcage with a swift, sharp jab. "Now you're responsible for this information and what happens with it... I'm wondering what you'll be sacrificing when you don't have me around to contain things properly."

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Discover
Post 1
Tags - Hrajlmak'Natok

The Primarch turned from the Communications Console, he'd been spending time coordinating the Shamans on the planet to document various areas of the planet. He spotted the Shaman Natok, standing idle as the Warlord Azkaroth spoke with the Chieftain. Natok was smaller than most Draelvasier, especially Drek'ma himself. Drek'ma wasn't nearly as broad as the Chieftain but stood a few hairs taller, his armoured form was adorned with their insignia; chains adorning his hips jingled ever so slightly in response to his subtle motions. The Primach nodded and with a gesturing hand beckoned the subservient Shaman to his side, hissing slightly as his forked tongue danced between jagged teeth.

"Shaman Natok, what do you make of this?" The tall Primarch spoke with an echoing voice that reverberated against ones skin like chalk against stone. With a hand he guided the smaller Shaman to the terminal. The other Shamans had ventured out in groups of two or three. The force imbued stones showed those who sought it a view of the planets continents, and various powerful force energies emanating from those areas.

"Across this planet, various areas have become engorged with force energy. I believe its connected to what transpired before our arrival."

 

[Galak]

Post: Six
Objective: Show no weakness
Tags - Hraelga Nacht | Fomoris

Adrenaline was already in his system, eyes watching every moment of the volatile, and when her claws went for him- he was ready. She could slice at his armour all she wanted, a glancing blow would do nothing. Galak twisted his torso to the side with both arms raised; instinctively attempting to claps the Marauders outstretched arm as it came toward him, right into his grasp. His left arm balled into a fist as, if his grapple was successful he would thrust his left fist into the Marauder and likely send her across the room.