Bryn'adûl | Raid on Vasar

[Tathra Khaeus]

​​Vasar System
​Planet Vasar, Capital

Just outside the capital, green windy fields stretch for miles, built upon cliffs sitting on the edge of a cliff that rides the length of the coast. Arcadia. The capital was small, a barebones corporate industrial complex with additional living centres. There was nothing special about it, nothing significant. That was what confused them the most, what was the point of it all.

​The colonists no doubt perceived this as an act of random violence, a terrible fate falling upon them as the Bryn'adûl chose to plunder their home by happenchance. They were ignorant of the truth, and they would burn for it.

​A singular Bryn'adûl Battle Cruiser hangs in the sky above Arcadia, supported by two small Frigates. The cylinder body of the Battle Cruiser blocks out the sunlight on the ground below. Its shadow stretching in all directions as a black horde dismount from the frigates under the cover of synthetic night. Shards and Transports delivering a swarm of Bryn'adûl to the ground below.

​A mixture of confused screams and weeping battles against the terrible quake of their feet, stretching across the small colony like a black poison. Skirmish Fighters peruse the sky whilst beams of titian plasma scorch the living compartments, the capital weaponry of the Battle Cruiser obliterating the Capital.

​The Chieftain, Tathra Khaeus leads a small grouping of Zealots, in toe a swarm of Draeyde bats follow his every whim - this shadowy swarm of monsters taking flight where his mind guides them, the Draeyde tear flesh from bone as the ground is strewn with the wretched flesh of feeble human scum.

​"[Draelvasier}: Soon their military will have mobilised, secure the relic."
​That cargo would be theirs soon.

​Forces:

Spoiler

x1 Deciimus Battle Cruiser
​x2 Support Frigates
x3 Draeyde Packs
​x10 Striker Squads
​x2 Shamans
​x14 Skirmishers
​x1 Zealots

 

[Bayaz]

https://soundcloud.com/themostepicmusic/two-steps-from-hell-black

The Vasar System.

It was one of the Outer Worlds of the Corellian System and a rather insignifigant colony of the Corellian Confederation. Sure there had been raiders and pirates, thats what the token defense flotilla and the garrisoned CorSec Troopers had been. And for the most part they had done their part admirably.

So why was he staring at the remains of that flotilla, and what was that grotesque cruiser floating in orbit?

"Its karking huge...Is this an invasion?" A younger Shock Trooper whispered as he and his squad stared from the viewport of their Ire-Class corvette. The question made Marcus' lip curl unpleasantly.

"We've got incoming!" The shout came from over the ship-wide comm system. The vessel rocked slightly as its shields took several hits from some sort of weapon. A golden glow from the lead ship followed by a stream of golden energy ripped through the second of the three Ire-class corvettes that had dropped into the system. "This is a bigger froce than we realized, I've called for back-up. Right now I need two platoons down on the ground YESTERDAY!"

"You heard the man," Marcus shouted, "Let's go! We drop in five!" Those five minutes went by terribly slow. In his pod there were 5 others, his entire squad. Some of them were still green, after all the CDF had only formed in the last few years and without a war all there really was for the Shock Troopers to do was patrol the spacelanes and board the occasional smuggler. None of the CDF had really seen battle yet. Good, he thought to himself as the pod sealed and they were launched.

The pods broke the atmosphere, shaking violently and already there was something wrong. Vasar wasn't an especially beautiful world, and Arcadia itself was just a small manufacturing city for the rest of the colony...So why was the sky black as night? As they got closer to the ground the fires throughout the city and the crumbled buildings brought on a look of disgust. What monsters would do this unprovoked?

"By the stars!" The startled cry came from the other side of the pod. A fleshy winged creature had slammed into the pod, but it wasn't long until it was flying off somewhere else. The pod slammed into blackened mud and the pressure doors hissed open and popped off revealing a hellscape he hadn't seen since the Sith war. They'd dropped in behind the invading force, but they had seen their aproach and were already bringing their weapons to bear.

What did they want? Who were these creatures? What were they would have been more appropriate, but he didn't have much time to think about those particulars. One of his squad took a shot square in the chest and toppled over, bumping the newbie over and into the mud. Marcus cursed loudly and returned fire along with the rest of his squad. With one hand he continued to fire off shots wildly as he knelt down and pulled the younger Shock Trooper out of the mud. Marcus shouted one word and shoved the boy to his feet, slapping his helmet to get him in the game.

"Seyg!!!!"

All around them pods from the other Ire-class corvette slammed into the mud, disgorging its own troopers onto the ground.

Spoiler

1 Platoons CorSec Troopers Left in the City
4 AT-AS
3 Platoons Shock Troopers

 

[Kartus Lok]

It was supposed to be a quiet station, a relaxed chance to unwind after taking up the contract with the new forces on Corellia as they expanded the length and breadth of the Corellian military. To be fair, up until now it had been exactly that, the citizens, the new recruits, all of them had shown a dedication to their training and to their planet that was surprising. Or rather, would have been surprising if it wasn't for the legendary independent streak of the Corellians, their willingness to stand up to protect what was theirs.

For a time it had gone well, it had gone beyond well actually. Everyone had worked together and Kartus had actually started thinking forward to that night, maybe grabbing a drink and dinner out before he settled down at home for the night. It was a comfortable, nice plan, But no plan survived contact with the enemy, and this was no different. The man had been snapped out of his reverie by the sound of an alarm, an incoming threat. Scrolling data showed the danger of the threat, a series of unknowns ripping into the citizenry under their protection. It looked like that drink would have to wait. The man's hands flew over his rifle in a practised motion, the energy thrumming as it came to life as he turned to the troops surrounding him as Marcus' commands filled the room. "Ok, you heard the man, watch one another's backs, stay frosty and sharp and remember, we have no idea what we're getting into so stay alert. And remember...whoever ends up medivaced out is buying us all drinks when we get home."

[member="Marcus Rail"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"]​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​The Zealots moved swiftly, securing the LZ as the Striker Squads pressed down on the CorSec troopers; they had dug themselves in by securing the buildings - using the cover and assistance of two AT-AS, their mass driver weapons tore into the Bryn'adûl heavy units. The Drones and Ungulloi infantry stormed the remaining Platoon in numbers, their savagery unmatched by the militarised colonists.

​The Drurgul Marksmen made homes of desolate buildings and small peaks, using their agility and tactical minds to potentially out-class anything the immediate defences had to offer. Many Ungulloi and Drones fell as the Striker Squads pushed to splinter their lines. But not enough to stop the tide. It was doubtful the colonists would have any conventional method of repelling the Draeyde, the Bryn'adûl infantry didn't even have to touch them. Those that were hit, likely squirmed in pain as the boiling metal spikes plunged into their bodies, pining them to walls - causing death or extreme agony.

​The Chieftain brought his Gravity Mace into hand, his mind was one with the symbiotic Quilxyn-Crell hybrid - forming a protective hard-light shield in front of himself using the Symbiote, his command of it brought the primitive thoughts to his mind. Confusion, fear, aggression. Fight or flight, all emotions he had conquered at an early age appearing on the fringes of his mind. Yet the strain was negligible compared to the protection provided. It was a worthwhile trade.

​The Chieftain bore the Mace in both hands, igniting its plasmatic crimson energies. They erupted at the Mace's head, forming unstable angular blades as the Chieftain pressed closer. Tathra aimed for the AT-AS, its position was well fortified; defended by a small grouping of twenty at most. His primal eyes picked up the heat signatures of those hidden, it appeared as though some of the planetary defenders had taken to using the sewer system as a defence, firing from within the larger sewer grates.

​The Chieftain halted a few metres from their position, his Draeyde swarming the AT-AS' viewing port to temporarily distract it as Tathra used the gravity clamps to pull six of the men to him. Pulled with a much more violent force than through magical means, Tathra dropped his shield, pressing forward slightly as his Mace collided with the clumped together men, unleashing a kinetic shockwave that tore them to pieces. The man the Mace had primarily hit splattered into many small pieces, the others torn in half or simply crushed in a horrible manner.

​His eyes fell on the AT-AS as he demanded the Draeyde retreat to the sky, likely to lose the entire pack if they sustained their assault.

Easy prey.

| [member="Kartus Lok"] | [member="Marcus Rail"] |​

 

[H3xle]

| [member="tathra khaeus"] | [member="Marcus Rail"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"] |​

​

Vasar was an out of the way planet in what was, Galactically speaking, a small independent state of Corellia. It had two things going for it that had originally brought Carter. The first was a nearness to his forebears, Corellian blood ran deep and strong through his veins despite being born and bred in the Outer Rim. Second, it was not within the Outer Rim Coalition, and the likelihood of him running into anyone who was even aware of his wanted status was exceedingly slim.

The Vasarian brandy was just icing on the cake. Icing he was taking small sips from while lounging in the open air hangar his ship was moored in. Ostensibly he had told himself that he was going to be thinking of his next move. Hopefully the hold full of brandy lasted long enough to be smuggled through the borders of a recently war torn government whose populace could use the liquid courage, but from there he had no plans.

It was then that Carter noticed the reasons to not come to Vasar.

A few dozen reasons, each of which uglier than the last.

"Feth it all..." He cussed, eyeing the landing, fairly quickly followed by the drop pods of Corellian Security troops. What had been intended as a bit of vacation, had instead turned into a warzone. "If it's not one bloody thing, it's another." He continued, muttering to himself as he capped the flask he'd been sipping from and securing it to his belt, replacing it in his hand with Soulsong. His mind instantly connected with the weapon, and he let his signature in the force flare up for a moment as he hopped down from the ship, landing in a simple crouch before walking out of the hangar.

He had momentarily considered taking Lucid Thought into the air against the attackers, but in the atmosphere she wouldn't handle as well in a dogfight. He was better off going into this like the Judge he'd been trained to be.

He mentally reined in his force signature, cloaking himself from those who could sense the force, and moved forward toward the part of the now urban hellscape that had become the front line.

He slipped into a building a block or so behind the Corellian lines and ascended to the roof to get a good view of the devestation. Maintaining his cloak, he spent a few minutes watching the various hell creatures assault troopers and civilians.

Carter was one man, with no back up or official status within Corellian space, he had to think ahead and put himself in the place that could use him the most.

 

[Bayaz]

It was evident from an early point that whatever these aliens were, they were excellent warriors. Crude but effective, their bulk alone allowed them to move slowly through line after line, even with Shock Troopers nipping at their heels. The CDF had made a mistake dropping them behind enemy lines. Luckily, clad in their armor, the strange fleshy avians were more like gnats than an actual threat. Their teeth were sharp and cut easily though the exposed bodysuit of their armor, but couldn't do much when it came to the actual plates which meant the Shock Troopers trudged forward, only shooting at them if they came in too close for comfort, though swatting at them with a vibroknife or a closed fist proved easier. Civilians didn't have that luxury and he tried not to look at them.

Rail slammed behind the cover of a overturned skycar and looked at what remained of his squad. They waited until the weapon fire slowed before popping back up and firing at the group of hulking beasts on the other side. Behind them he heard the lumbering sound of a walker as an AT-AS came from behind the corner of a building. He heard the spin up of the repeating blaster cannons and shouted in triumph as the cannons spat out its energy in a line, cutting through the opposition. The strange fighters in the sky were slow and the scrambled air defenses of the city screamed overhead attempting to cut of their retreat.

They advanced, the AT-AS following behind them.

~Deeper in the City~

Despite their early progress into the city, it seemed as though the invaders had been halted by the AT-AS. Blinded by the strange fleshy bat-like creatures but with sound trust in their allies to not get in their way gunners were forced to rely on targeting sensors rather than a combination of line of sight and their sensors. The repeating blasters of the walker gave a quick whir as it spun up before spitting a stream or red energy cutting through whatever was in its path giving a whole new meaning to "Danger Close"

The situation left the crews of the AT-AS with a single burning question though: Why didn't these things come with windshield wipers?

[member="Carter Pierce"] [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Kartus Lok"]

 

[Mauda]

Amidst all the chaos on the ground, a Black Corvette burst out of Hyperspace in low-orbit of the Sieged Vasar, the red Plasma Engine throttling down to allow for a moments reconnaissance. As Warfare tore across the surface, a calm air befell the Bridge in which the three Superiex of the Cassum Cabal stood. Of the three, Orex stood before them, hands clasped behind his back, moments away from giving a briefing. What had drawn the Cabal out of their shadow was the source of Vasar's current chaos. The lumbering primates known as the Bryn'adul. Their actions had been known to Orex for a while, but how they came to be was a mystery he had only uncovered recently. He turned away from the Bridge Windows to face his close associates.

"The only thing equal to Knowledge, is Science. And the creatures that are tearing the Vasar people apart are of great Scientific value. This is why we are here."

Orex waved his hand, to which a Holodisplay responded. Flashing across the Bridge Windows with models and holo-net images of Bryn-adul creatures. Abominations to anybody else, but intrigues to the Cabal.

"What are known as the Bryn'adul, Galactic Boogeymen, are in fact the results of sophisticated Genetic Manipulation. I suppose Sophisticated is up for debate but regardless, through Genetic Science, these primates ravage worlds with a vast array of complex organisms, some reminiscent of the Yuuzhan-Vong being literal Biological Weapons. We are here to take one. With a live specimen and successful research could see our future power much greater."

[member="Ravenous"]
[member="Demitry Draskovits"]

 

[Kartus Lok]

This was perhaps the nightmare scenario, trying to catch up with an invading force in the middle of the city while fighting against the crowd of civilians flowing against them like an ocean, a wave crashing over them. There was a part of Kartus that sympathised with them, a part that wanted to help them, guide them away out of hte city, and another part that wanted to join them in their headlong flight out of hte city. But that wasn't his job, the police and the other support divisions would help them out, get them away from the city, the troops job now was different. Their job right now was to deal with the brutes who had dared to assault the city.

Against the hum of the blasters spitting bolts of energy at their enemy Kartus held up a hand, catching the attention of his squad as he pointed to the side. He knew he could trust in Marcus to hold the line here against the press of the alien invaders but that wouldn't be enough to force them out. The squad quickly broke away from the main line of the shock troopers, making for a building to the side of the avenue. A booted foot broke open the door as they filed in, the pounding feet echoing around the empty building as they quickly took the stairs 2 or three steps at a time as they burst out onto the roof, scattering along the edge as they brought their rifle to bear. This was the first time Kartus had actually seen the invaders since their arrival on the planet, and...they were...impressive. The size of the invaders was staggering, the sheer brutality and efficiency of their movements more than a little overwhelming. For a moment the urge to run bubbled up as he took a deep breath, pressing down the need to run as he peered around the edge. "Ok, grenades on 3. 1...2...3!" Metal sphere sailed out as the blaster rifles opened fire.

[member="Orex Mauda"] | [member="Marcus Rail"] | [member="Carter Pierce"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​The torrent of plasma erupted from the cannons of the light artillery vehicle, causing the Draeyde in its immediate vicinity to burst into flame, the others retreating as they entered the sewer bank as commanded - screams filling those confined spaces, as all three of the Draeyde swarms flooded the sewers.
​
​The plasma from AT-AS plummeted downward as Tathra leapt through the air, aiming for a grouping to the right of the AT-AS. They totalled six, soon to be one less as the titan came upon them. His right hand extended as Tathra used it to crush the officer into the ground as he landed. His left hand loosened slightly, allowing the Mace to slide forward slightly as to extend its reach, the five troops opened fire immediately.

​The Chieftain aligned the shaft of his weapon with the length of his arm, striking at the chest of the trooper closest to his left - the blunt butt of the Mace flung them backwards, slamming backward into a wall as the collision and weight of his body put pressure on his spine and neck, severely damaging both. In a blur, Tathra's right hand extended as the next left-most enemy felt the Gladius extending from his gauntlet carve through his abdomen as Tathra allowed his shielding to shift to his upper back, aware the AT-AS would shift to fire soon.

​"Hraaaagh!" Tathra placed his right foot forward, his right Gladius swinging the man overhead as he was released, crashing downward into one of the remaining trio as Tathra allowed the momentum to carry his Mace through the remaining two. Then, the plasma hit him as more soldiers pushed. Tathra massive form was unmoved, his weight allowing him to battle against the torrent of fire.

​Dipping down into a crouched run, Tathra allowed his strength to carry him forward a few metres in seconds, Tathra blasted upward from the ground a few feet in the air, his Mace showering the area with plasmatic red residue as the weapon surged with power; as the Chieftain drew closer to the AT-AS - he swung his Mace for its centre mass, striking the cockpit and causing the vehicle to tumble.

​The AT-AS' left leg almost snapped, its weak mechanisms barely withstanding the magnitude of force thrust upon it, however the remaining leg held firm - allowing the AT-AS to hold its ground as Tathra landed, pulling his Mace backward as he readied to strike at the bottom of the cockpit.

​-

​Around the battlefield, the Shock troopers had deployed in force; numbering six-hundred and nearly tripling the Bryn'adûl numbers. Yet, they would find no fear in the Bryn'adûl, no retreat. The capital weaponry of the Decimus would begin to target the unknown Black Corvette that hung in the sky, waiting for it to come within range of its weaponry. The two frigates would lower as their minimal weaponry would target the heavier military assets that the planet side forces had to offer.

​The Skirmishers would in turn target the planetary defenders that began to fire from the buildings, alerted by the Bryn'adûl battlenet of marksmen fire from the destitute compounds on the ends of the battlefield.

​

| [member="Kartus Lok"] | [member="Orex Mauda"] | [member="Marcus Rail"] | [member="Carter Pierce"] |​

 

[H3xle]

| [member="tathra khaeus"] | [member="Marcus Rail"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"] |​

​

"This is something troopers in armor should be handling..." Carter muttered to himself as he descended the building. He pulled Soulsong from his holster and checked its charge once more before holstering it again. "It is completely beside the point that those troopers are being thrown aside like so many rag dolls." He continued his almost subvocal harangue against his own choice to intervene.

He came out at the street level and turned left. He let his coat lay open and catch the wind in the most dramatic way possible. He felt the wind tousle his hair, and he felt his mind settle within the force, drawing it to him. His frustration at his own choices that nearly constantly plagued him fell away as he felt the force move through him.

He turned the corner and came up to the back end of the line of troopers there, crouching behind hastily made barricades and vehicles to fire at the approaching Bryn'adûl as they approached.

Carter stepped up to a space between the far left trooper and the wall of the building there.

Soulsong appeared in his hand in the blink of an eye, and he sighted by instinct and the force, firing the powerful maser pistol at the nearest Bryn'adûl. The energy from the pistol carried physical and energetic properties, exerting quite the force on the target beast. He followed it up with a second shot, then moved to the next, keeping his eyes roving over the nearby battlefield.

The troopers around him didn't even bat an eye when he stepped up to take his shots at the beasts. Corellians were an independent bunch, but they always stepped up to defend their homes.

Or butted into things they were better to leave alone for the mere thought of a genetic homeland.

Same thing.

 

[Bayaz]

The walker shuddered under the force of the blow from the monster's mace, the interior of the canopy shacking violently. The displays fizzed in and out for a moment and the lights flickered but the walker itself stood firm. The armored canopy was designed to take the force of heavy ordinance and heavy blaster fire. The blunt force of the power mace weapon would shake but not damage it nearly as much as the monster thought it would. Its wide spread feet distributed the force well enough on the solid permacrete. The falling beast readied to strike under the canopy, but that was also where the bulk of the walker's anti-personnel and anti-vehicular weapons were.

The blasters spun up and fired into the falling mass.

~In the City~

Marcus and his Shock Troopers were pushing the beasts back, though it was more like they were retreating deeper into the city. Corellian Starfighters were keeping the strange fighter craft at bay which allowed Rail and his like to cut through the vile beasts. They showed no fear though and the Shock Troopers learned quickly that if they allowed the beasts to charge and get a hold of them, their weak human bodies stood no chance in a one on one fight against the reptilian beasts.

Rail's blaster shuddered as it loosed two bolts of bright red energy into the charging line. His com beeped, and he tapped his helmet quickly and quickly moved his hand back to his rifle to fire again.

"Reinforcements arriving in system. ETA 20 minutes," came the message. Marcus acknolwedged and relayed the message to his squad and other CoreSec Troopers.

~In Space~

The three Ire-Class corvettes had their work cut out for them. The shield and armor of the massive vessel before them had kept of most of their attacks. One of the Ire-class corvettes had already taken critical damage from the enemy vessel's incredibly powerful main gun. Another corvette had dropped out of hyperspace as well and was causing all sorts of issues. They couldn't focus entirely on the behemoth if they were constantly watching for another enemy ship. They had received confirmation that a larger force was coming to aid them, but for now they were all they had. The captain of the Ire-class corvette Rolling Thunder grimaced. His vessel shuddered under the scattered fire of the capital grade plasma cannons.

How much longer could they hold off though was the question.

[member="Carter Pierce"] [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Kartus Lok"] [member="Orex Mauda"]

 

[Mauda]

Having originally assumed they were hidden, the warning from the A.I Systems came as a surprise,

"Myrkur Targeted by: Capital Vessel"

There was no description for the Bryn'adul Capital Ship. Although a well-established force in the Galaxy, their technology was as yet unrecognised by any systems. Orex turned from the other Superiex and waved a hand,

"Take us down to the centre of the Conflict, Full Throttle".

The Myrkur adjusted itself, deploying its Bridge Shield and activating the hundreds of micro-cameras throughout the hull to provide the Pilots a holo-display within the now isolated bridge. Pointing nose first towards the Planet. The brief second of silence was broken by the aggressive activation of the Impes Engine propelling it. Its speed was unrivalled and thus ignored any shelling attempts from the enemy as it charged toward the upper atmosphere of Vasar. Entry into the planet was denoted by a tremendous Sonic Crack throughout the air, followed by the Bellowing Whisper that the Plasma Engine produced in a sound-sensitive medium. Behaving more like a powered Meteor, the Myrkur was encased in a flaming inferno as it punched through the billions of air-particles.

It began to slow, but only slightly. Pulling up so as not to collide with any of the remaining buildings, the Corvette rocketed just above the battlefield, pulling up piles of dust, debris and air as it passed overhead. Its 8 hidden cannons now elevated from the Hull and indiscriminately fired on everything below them, littering the ground with hyper-velocity bolts to provide confusion and pressure while it figured out where to land.

In a swift maneuver, the Myrkur tipped up and aero-braked with its underbelly, simultaneously whipping around to face the battlefield. It lowered itself just above the ground and opened its ramp, out which dropped Orex Mauda and those of the other two Superiex who had decided to follow him, closely followed by 100 Vof Vorn.

With a thud, the Boots of Orex's armoured cloak collided with the ground moments after dropping from the hovering Corvette. They were on the outskirts of the Battle, careful not to drop anywhere too public. Orex pulled his Saber from his hip and ignited it, a Black blade bursting from its emitter surrounded by a misty red. Immediately, he and the Vof Vorn made their way into the City on foot.

[member="Marcus Rail"] | [member="Carter Pierce"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Kartus Lok"]

Units:

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Vof Vorn - 100
Vof Rector - 25 (On Board Myrkur)

Allies:

Spoiler

[member="Demitry Draskovits"]
[member="Ravenous"]

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Marcus Rail"] [member="Carter Pierce"] [member="Kartus Lok"] [member="Orex Mauda"]

Another day, another distress call, another demonic horde -- but 'routine' absolutely failed to describe it. Quill's rusty freighter hovered at the edge of town under astromech control. Neither Quill nor the droid dared let the ship touch the ground, and the shields went down for about two seconds: just long enough for Quill to drop fifteen meters to the ground. His boots squelched in a massive bloody footprint and he got moving. The whole place smelled and sounded like violence. He shuffled the lightsaber out of his sleeve but didn't ignite it.

Fear muddied the Force. Crouched in a broken alley, in arm's length of three corpses, Quill focused on piercing the veil -- hearing past the noise. There was no functional way to sort out the most innocent sources of fear, not that he knew. That's where trust came in. The Force would lead him where he needed to be. Maybe common sense would play a role, but common sense had suggested not landing in Arcadia, capital of Vasar for as long as the city still existed.

Quill stuck to alleys as much as he could, and kept his lightsabre off. Sooner or later, though, detection was inevitable.

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Location: City Outskirts
Enemies: [member="Jend-Ro Quill"] | [member="Orex Mauda"] | [member="Marcus Rail"] | [member="Carter Pierce"] | [member="Kartus Lok"]

Naramphra held a wide, excited grin with a face that lacked showing the emotion she felt. There was nothing quite like bringing a brood of hordes to their first, major taste of war, battle, and honor. Many would die. But, the strongest would live. Those whose genes were more perfected, more like what the geneticists intended.

The 200 drones were ready, eager as they dropped from the dropship into the city landing zone. They were hungry, ready to fight, ready to kill. Naramphra could sense their displeasure at being held back for so long while the battle unfolded beneath them. Their desire to kill at a new high. Between the civilian population and those trying to fight back, there would be plenty of lives to exterminate. It was a shame the humans and other aliens races didn't give the fight they deserved.

Nevertheless, Naramphra landed on the ground below with the concrete rippling apart at her massive weight. Her claws bared, her teeth ready. Her long, docile tail switched in the air. A monster, ready to attack for her Chieftain, [member="Tathra Khaeus"]. They were ready. With the devastation already inflicted by the Chieftains forces, Naramphra was optimistic that they would made steady headway into the city.

The AT-AS seem to be an issue. One that needed to be remedied, soon.

Units: 200 The Bryn'adûl | Drones

 

[Kartus Lok]

Well wasn't that great? Just when he thought that they'd be able to turn the battle around, containing and dealing with the aliens who had decided to make their home into a battlefield even more of them decided to show up and join the party. The brutes in the city were bad enough, but now they had to deal with even more of them dropping into the fight? It hardly seemed fair, and this coming from a man who had made his career out of doing the unfair thing, the sneaky thing that would ensure his survival. Today though, that seemed like a situation that might not work out in his favour.

Tapping on the shoulder of the nearest soldier Kartus indicated down the line, gesturing the man to gather his fellows and engage the new targets, the commander had seen enough to know that a single blaster bolt wasn't going to be enough to take down one of the brutes, and when you had a couple of hundred of them to deal with, well the odds really weren't in your favour then were they? Raising a hand to his ear the dark-haired man activated his comm-link, almost having to yell, to scream to make himself heard above the whine of blasterfire. "Marcus, we've got more boogey's dropping into the city. I'm going to fall back and cut them off...to try to cut them off but...man we really need reinforcements here. At the best, we can slow them down a little right now, maybe pin them in a chokepoint but I could sure use some heavy firepower." A flick of his wrist sent the man's comm cycling through the frequencies, dropping into his squad's channel. "Ok guys, this isn't exactly what nay off us signed up for, but there is a city full of terrified civilians, people who didn't ask for any of this. They could be your mother, your sister, your baby brother, they're the entire reason we're here to fight, and I'm not going to let anyone of them get hurt i I can help it. So, watch yourselves, watch one another and remember we all walk away home at the end of this."

The man fell back from the roof, ducking as an enemy marksman's shot slammed into the brickwork mere inches from his head, shards of rock splintering out from the impact. "A second later and you'da been a gonner boss-man." Kartus made a annoyed gesture, waving his troops on as he glanced around at the city and then made his way towards the stairs, making sure to duck low this time until he reached the relative safety of the stairs, racking his weapon as he heard the familiar whine of hte weapon charging as he hustled towards the ground where his troops were waiting, breaking into a jog as he lead them out towards the new arrivals. Hopefully the police would be able to handle the evacuation, all he could focus on for now was slowing down their advance.

[member="Naramphra"] | [member="Jend-Ro Quill"] | [member="Orex Mauda"] | [member="Marcus Rail"] | [member="Carter Pierce"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​The machine shuddered, its stance parting as the kinetic force caused it to stagger. Tathra landed, grunting as he moved to strike once more as the repeating cannons fired a foray of bolts directly at the Chieftain. The blasts thrust him backwards as his Mace slipped from grasp, his own momentum working against him as he was thrown back. The onslaught had obliterated his shields, but even then the plasmatic strike left smouldering burns, where the bolts had landed melting through inches of armour and tearing into his hide with their sheer force.

​The Chieftain doubled-over himself, landing on his hands and knees as his massive form tumbled to a stop, kicking up flesh and lumps of dirt, forming a miniature trench amongst the wreckage. The artillery vehicle attempted another volley. Tathra pulled the force into his grasp, allowing his speed to triple as he leapt from the next volley - a closing squad of Shock Troopers opened fire as well. Cornering the Chieftain, a sniper stopped in place; aiming down his scope for but a moment allowed Tathra to deal with the threat.

​A single projectile shot from his gauntlet, a massive gauntlet fired outward like a spear; in the blink of an eye pinning the sniper against the wreckage as the rest opened fire on the moving titan. Closing the distance on the artillery vehicle, Tathra summoned greater force to his strength - multiplying the speed of his movement as he leapt above the range of fire, landing on top of the mechanical beast as he dug his hands under the hatch; ripping metal from metal as the hatch was torn from its capsule. Tathra raised his belt-fed launcher, placing its barrel into the vacant hole the hatch left, firing a total of four fragmentation rounds into the cockpit.

​Tathra leapt from the vehicle, landing opposite his Mace. Nothing would stop them from retrieving the relic. They would tear this city apart before they lost a chance to take it again.

​-

​The Bryn'adûl forces continued to fall back, only a minimal defensive line continued to repel the slowly advancing enemy forces. The majority of their forces cared not for the native defenders, instead they scoured through the city - killing all in their path. The Zealots had closed in on the relic, using a shaman as their guide to locate the device.

​"[Draelvasier]: Chieftain, the relic has been located!" A Zealot Officer barked over his communicator, they would evacuate the Bryn'adûl from the immediate area.

​-

​In space, the Decimus Class Ship turned to face the planet - its unrelenting fire silencing temporarily as it lay dormant for a moment calculating the power required, half of the ships weapons fired toward the planet in concentrated beams, suddenly they inter-linked - firing down on the planet surface where the Zealots had indicated they would obliterate the ground, tearing through its particles until they reached the relic.

​-

​The Battlenet alerted them of the incoming coverts and the landing Cabal, the Bryn'adûl would be ready for them. To the Bryn'adûl, the glory of greater foes only made them fight harder. Hunger for the glory of combat.

| [member="Carter Pierce"] | [member="Marcus Rail"] | [member="Orex Mauda"] | [member="Jend-Ro Quill"] | [member="Naramphra"] | [member="Kartus Lok"] |​

 

[Bayaz]

Marcus' squad and accompanying AT-AS were pushing them back but it seemed more and more like they were being led somewhere, or that they were searching for something. This was despite the fact that Corellia was taking losses as well. These...reptilians were incredible capeable fighters and even when preoccupied put up a solid strike.He shuddered thinking how they'd fare in a straight up brawl. But right now, it was good enough that they were pushing them back. For now, they were "winning", and as the chrono in the corner of his visor ticked down he knew reinforcements were en route.

But then a bright light could be seen from the blackened sky above, its golden light piercing the heavens. Had he been a religious man the glow might have seemed divine, a ray of hope. But Marcus knew from experience that a glow like that meant one thing.

He called out, but the deafening sound of the energy cracking the surface of the city streets stole his voice away, even over coms. The blast threw high winds and chunks of permacrete through the air. Idle hovercraft and ground cars flipped over and into buildings. The light was blinding and tossed Rail off his feet, scattering his squad. His helmet cracked against the durasteel of a lightpole and darkness embraced him.

---- Space ----

"Captain, they're powering up their weapons!"

"Are they aimed at any of our ships?" His quesiton ansered itself as it turned to face the planet and it seemed as if all the guns along its hull were glowing. The captain's eyes widened as he looked from the viewport and realized with horror that the ship they had been fighting hadn't even been using half of its guns to fight off the three corvettes. He grew even paler when he realized that the ship was aiming at the city below. Base Delta Zero? Were they glassing the city?

The light was blinding even out in space as the cannons fired at the planet below.

Where were those damn ships?

[member="Orex Mauda"] [member="Jend-Ro Quill"] [member="Naramphra"] [member="Kartus Lok"] [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

 

[Mauda]

The Bryn'adul were pulling back, deeper into the City. Orex and 100 of the most Elite Soldiers the Cabal had invested in were now entering the City.. or what was left of it. From where they were, it was comparatively quiet. That eerie, unique silence that drifted on the tail-edge of Battle. The odd crumbling, spark or falling metal permeated the air while further on the sounds of constant firing and suffering drew louder and louder. The Vof Vorn in their rapid thoroughness managed to keep the pace while simultaneously sweeping the surrounding Buildings and alleys. Every now and then a small squad would disappear into a ruined structure, only to return after the sounds of desperate civilians were Silenced.

Deeper into the City​

​

Even if you were blind and deaf, the conflict would not have escaped you. The Vof Vorn had broken off into small squadrons, populating Alleys and whatever Empty Building they could find, Orex however, was alone.
He had extinguished his lightsaber and was now sticking to what shadows he could find. They were vastly outnumbered, every single organism in this city was currently an Enemy and so to be out as quickly as possible was essential.

Bolts flew in every direction, some finding their way near Orex, most resting in the crumbling buildings around them. Orex ducked into one of the more stable structures, whipping around the various corners until he found Stairs. Two to Three steps at a time he ran, soon kicking open a door onto the Roof. Emerging into the sunlight he found himself behind a pair of Corellian Marksmen, already facing him. He ignited his Black/Red Blade just as they both raised their blaster rifles to fire. He stood his ground for a moment, batting the incoming bolts away, but soon extended one palm while the other occupied his Lightsaber. His free hand wrenched one of the soldiers from his crouched position at the edge of the building, dragging his throat into his grip. He placed the Corellian between himself and his comrade, using him as a meat shield for the one or two bolts subsequently fired. With holes in his back, Orex dropped the Corellian and paced toward the other. In one motion he deflected the desperate discharge, brought his saber back around and swung it across the Marksman's head, separating it from the Mouth up. Orex managed a single breath when a searing pain punched into his lower back. He spun around to see the first still alive, sat up and gripping a Blaster Pistol in trembling hands. Orex reached out, tore the pistol from his hands and allowed to careen over the edge, onto the battlefield. He maintained his attention on the helpless Corellian, one who now had his Joints and Bones under the grip of the Force. In one clench of his fist, the Corellian's back snapped almost 90-degrees forward, smashing the helmeted-head into the ground between his knees.

Orex scouted from his vantage point only briefly. Looking down the street he saw the core of the Battle. A weathered AT-AS and the majority of the Corellian Force, slowly pushing back the thin line of Bryn-adul. But this wasn't why he was here. He looked down over the edge and gazed at the vast collection of Corpses. Corellian and Bryn'adul alike. THAT, was why they were here. He stepped over and landed with a cracking thud on the street below.

"Begin pull-back and pick up what primate corpses you can find. Kill anything alive, regardless of our entrance, we can't be seen"

Orex spoke on the open channel to all present. He glanced over the streets and sky briefly, then grabbed the first Bryn'adul he saw and began dragging it along as the Cabal slowly made their way out of the City.

[member="Marcus Rail"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Kartus Lok"] | [member="Naramphra"] | [member="Jend-Ro Quill"] | [member="Carter Pierce"]

OOC - Lesser quality than most my stuff. I've been out of threads for a while lol

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

[member="Marcus Rail"] would regain consciousness to find an ageing, dusty, bloody man crouched over him. Quill had removed the trooper's broken helmet so he could touch thumb and fingertip to Rail's temples - the traditional gesture for the Jedi waking technique. A small group of survivors surrounded them, people who'd come along with Quill in the ten minutes or so since the focused bombardment punched into the city. Quill didn't know what to make of that orbital strike.

"Soldier, are you fit to move? I'm a Jedi Knight and a healer. How can I help?"

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

The Drones did their jobs somewhat well, although there was clear contempt in her thoughts about the minions. They were suited for death, in truth. It was fairly disappointing that they didn’t turn out a bit stronger – surely the geneticists must have missed some part. Or perhaps she was being too hard on them. She did have high expectations.

Either way, she let her flock do what they mostly wished to do. End the lives of whomever they could catch, seemingly mostly frightened and confused civilians. Weak. Perhaps this would make them stronger – provide them with more intelligent stock, more stock fit for war, battle, and victory. Why hadn’t they prepared for attacks?

The drones went down somewhat quickly, especially as the machine tore through them with its gun.

Naramphra paused, watching as the bright lasers shot down from space into the planet. A smile formed on her face as her eyes watched the rooftops - she was pretty sure she saw grenades being tossed over it farther down the road. Perhaps a worthy opponent?

The monster broke from her minions, allowing them to continue to ransack and kill as they began a small retreat. She bashed through the doors at the ground level, in the building she assumed [member="Kartus Lok"] was in. It was hard to move her large frame, but she was able to squeeze her way through the stairwells until she reached the exit. She paused at the door, breathing, preparing herself for what awaited.

Units: 187 Drones

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Orex Mauda"] | [member="Jend-Ro Quill"] | [member="Marcus Rail"]