Dominion Bryn'adûl | Shadow over Formos

[Primal Architect]

FORMOS WILL FALL
Sector after sector, Planet after planet - the Deep Space Civil fringe worlds have fallen to a never ending silence. A shiver extends out, echoing through the Galaxy as so many lives after lost in the Galactic blink of an eye. So many voices, joy and laughter lost to the endless void. To those, whom come from the void. The Bryn'adûl have spent decades toiling, growing their strength until now they can no longer hide their presence. Their black horde stretches out in a Savage Crusade across the Stars, fear has swept away the courage of men. Yet there are some who will resist, these few who would show Strength are the true adversary of the Bryn'adûl, make an example of them and strike them down with impunity. We will bring down their towers, destroy their cities The Bryn'adûl will bring down the Hammer on the planet of Formos, bringing about their ultimate destruction. They will serve us through death, fertilizer for our soil and mulched meat for our beasts. This will be but one of many. Formos will fall. Upon our arrival, they will tremble against our might.

Formos' fastest ships were slowly gathered at the Spaceport, readying for a mass evacuation of the planet. That was when it started, as the Bryn'adûl ships arrived the people of Formos fled to their vessels only to find that the Bryn'adûl Warriors had already arrived in secret, a devious plot set in place by the Bryn'adûl Marauder known as Rahm. Their forces were waiting for them in, setting upon them in their most desperate moments. When the droves of frightened civilians attempted to flee to the Spaceport and escape on their vessels, they were incinerated in fire, thousands of Seekers laid in wait - immediately their greatest hope was engulfed in a terrible miasma of fire.

The remaining military forces of the planet retreated to their last city with Anti-Air defences, Asaren. There, what evacuation shuttles remained would be their sole key to survival and some small defence against the oncoming horde.

Objective A: Break Them
Formos' last holdout turned into a fortified military city in response to the destruction of the Formos Spaceport, the remaining skyscrapers have been turned into sniper nests and flak gun turret placements. The army forces of the planet have been rerouted from all of the remaining military bases on the planet in preparation for what is to come. We had delivered the first strike, and now we must finish them. The remaining defenders of Formos have retreated behind the safety of their remaining Artillery Cannons. Their military forces are operating from an old military prison deep in the heart of the city, cut off the head of the snake and the body dies.

Objective B: Obliterate their Defences
Throughout the defences of Asaren, its Siege Walls are protected by seven Anti-Air placements disallowing us from reinforcing the our Siege Forces, we must use our greatest strengths, our war beasts to infiltrate this City and disable or destroy their best defences. Then, we will be able to crush them with ease and finish Formos for good. None shall escape, no babe clutched in their mothers arms will be safe, no eldery human too weak to fend themselves will be granted mercy. Weakness is a cancer, and we who hold the purity of strength will purge this planet of their impurity and filth.

Objective C: None Shall Escape
What few vessels that were not moved to the now destroyed Spaceport remain in the shipping wreck yard, in a vain attempt to hide their intent from us. Take the shipping yard, destroy their vessels and crush those of meagre flesh under our boot.

Objective A: Hold the Line
Divided, outnumbered and outmatched. Their living siege towers, beasts and warriors stand at our gates. Every soldier counts- every man and woman that can fight must stay the oncoming tide for as long as they can. Asaren's Siege Walls are sturdy, strong. We have survived the wars of eons past, we survived the darkness and we will survive this. Hold the line, stop their armies from flooding into Asaren. Civilians are still making their way to the Shipping Yards to our Vessels, we have to stop these monsters here, hold for as long as we can until everyone is safe.

Objective B: Defend our Hope
If they destroy our anti-air, they will be able to muster fresh troops and flood through our city no matter what we do. We won't stand a chance. They fired hundreds of Dispersal Pods at us in the first wave, some got passed our turrets. The enemy have deployed special units known as Zealots, are small in number but they behind our defences, they can strike at where we are most vulnerable. Keep as many of our Anti-Air guns online as you can, or are Evac Ships will never make it to orbit.

Objective C: Save as many as you Can
Strange creatures, beasts from our nightmares have broken through the Shipyards damn, using our underground sewers to reach our shuttles. We need to defend our Civilians, we need to hold out as long as we can to delay their forces from killing more civilians and destroying our ships.

TAGS-
BRYN'ADUL - Rahm | Wrathak | Krael Vizkla | Primarch Drek'ma
DEFENDERS - Lanik Dawnstar | Weyland Castril | Kelsie Sylvan

DEPLOYMENTS-

Spoiler

Objective A
2x M'gaelak Siege Towers
30x Quilxyn
Drone Commanders
Drones
Brutes
Rhivaks
Brumaks
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3,000x DSC Soldiers

Objective B
x6 Zealot Sqauds
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x50 Soldiers [Per AA Gun]
Objective C
x4,000 Savage Drones
x30 Wyrms
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x500 Soldiers
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[Krael Vizkla]

Equipment: Barad Spec Ops Armour, Barad Spike Rifle, Barad Glaive
Location: Asaren Siege Walls
Forces: 6 Squads of Brutes, 4 Ravager Brutes, 3 Quilxyn
Objective: Obliterate their Defences
Post: #1​

Krael was leading the charge on Asaren's Siege Walls, flanked by the thirty Brutes, and four Ravage Brutes under his command. Three Quilxyn was floating overhead, providing it's shielding for the forces as the charged down a hill, from which the other side that had grouped up on just moments before. Little sound came from the group of Brutes save for the heavy footfalls of their armoured boots on the ground, and the battle cries that could be heard across the battlefield. A signal, of sorts, to the other Bryn'adûl forces that the Brutes had begun their assault, and that the walls would fall before the last of them fell.

The force reached a dugout trench that had no doubt been prepared for the Bryn'adûl, or perhaps had been dug out in years past, laid dormant of life. Even if it held inhabitants, they would very soon cease to live. The Brutes, beginning with their Captain, Krael Vizkla, slid down into the trenches, the active Quilxyn hovering lower to accommodate for the change in position. Krael then let out a guttural, beastly roar, that the Ravager Brutes then echoed with their savage and monstrous nature, almost shaking the very ground itself.

They then lurched forward out of the shielding, sprinting on all six of their limbs, fuelled by a lust of gore and violence and sheer brutality, only amplified by the anger and drive of their own leader. They wasted no time in reaching the Siege Walls, and began to pummel it, seizing every opportunity to rip chunks out of the wall when they could. They grabbed any leverage they could in destroying the wall, and if left uninterrupted, which they most likely would due to their extreme armouring, aswell as the support of the six Baedurin Brute Squads.

Captain Krael Vizkla raised his Barad Spike Rifle, ready to provide covering fire should the Ravager Brutes require it. He then spoke in the language of the Draelvasier, ordering the six Brute Majors to split their forces in half, and each take three brutes, two grenadiers, and four heavies further down the trench to cover the left and right sides of their forced entry and the Ravager Brutes on those sides, respectively. The Majors wasted no time in obeying their orders, taking their troops further down the trench in either direction, leaving Krael with two Heavy Brutes, two Grenadier Brutes, and six standard Brutes to cover the central position.

He then made a less guttural and more ordering roar, a signal for the Grenadiers to open fire with their Bryn Shots on the wall, aiming low by the base, targeting the areas directly inbetween the Ravagers, with two focusing on one point. The Heavy Brutes raised their Radesh Automatic Weapons, and the regular Brutes raised their weaponry, ready to lay down covering fire.

 

[Weyland Castril]

Objective: C | Theme: X
Allies: Lanik Dawnstar | Kelsie Sylvan
Equipment: Lightsaber

The sky was a unholy orange, clouds that filtered through the miasma were blackened by smoke and ash. The smell of burning flesh seemed inescapable, he didn't know if the ash clouds had carried it across the continent to them, or if the smell had been so pungent that'd been stuck in his nose for days. Yet he oh so wished that a smell was the most worrisome struggle he had to contend with. They had come, in legions beyond his imagining. Whoever they were. He couldn't see them, he'd been robbed of his eyesight as a Padawan Learner in an accident. Weyland had heard descriptions, bits and pieces.

The alien foe sounded intergalactic, nightmarish. He could merely sense them, and even then that intimacy that he considered a gift became a curse. He could feel their blackness on his skin, it almost made him wish he was entirely deaf to the world. It was painful, extremely so. Ever so much more after what had happened but days before.

He recalled very little, the soup kitchen was gone. He knew that at least. But all he remembered was feeling it, trying to get them to run but nobody listened. Nobody listened to him except for Lanik. Still he tried, and what he'd gotten in return was an elbow full of shrapnel and a concussion. All the Knight could recall was Lanik dragging him away from the fires, carrying him down the ravine until they intercepted a Convoy.

It'd been days since then and he'd healed well enough, but the physical side of things wasn't the problem. It rarely was. It was everything else that was a problem. But even then, Weyland didn't have time to mope about, he didn't have time to breathe. None of them did. He'd found himself in an awkward position, he was the only 'official' Jedi on the planet and they looked to him for advice. Soldiers for strength, the Civilians for courage. He had little amounts of either, never mind enough to spare. They'd prepared as much as they could, the Deep Space Coalition did all they could. But it was never going to be enough.

Today, they'd arrived in force. They'd brought the hammer down upon them and nothing was holding them back. All they could hope to do was save as many lives as possible.

"Lanik hurry! We've got to get to the Shipyard." Weyland shouted back at the following ex-Jedi.

 

[Hamish McNair]

ALLIES: Weyland Castril | Lanik Dawnstar | Kelsie Sylvan
ENEMIES: Krael Vizkla | Primarch Drek'ma | Wrathak | Rahm

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FORMOS
ASAREN - THE LAST CITY
Military Prison - The Last Headquarters
Objective A​

War.

It was inevitable. An impeding tsunami on the galactic shore; a bubbling volcano ready to erupt and envelop whole star systems. Feth, it was no longer impending. It was here.

"Get the FRACKING canons LOADED, you ingrate!"

Had Hamish not been bellowing at the top of his lungs, the wind would have stolen his words. He was situated on the roof of the prison, which was currently a bustling hub of impromptu defense-work. The combined militaries of what remained of Formos' armed forces were scurrying about like ants -- erecting duracrete barriers here and blaster emplacements there -- all futile efforts to save their planet.

But they could still save some of their people.

Feth, they'd save everyone if Hamish had anything to do with it.

The ex-commando was currently supervising the defense work. He hadn't been asked, or paid to - he'd simply volunteered. With his experience, they'd be stupid to say no. An honorary title of command later and he was in-amongst the canon fodder, directing the nervous men and women to erect the best impromptu defenses one could hope for. It was exactly where he needed to be. Exactly where Hamish liked to be.

"Commander," a voice crackled through his helmet's receiver, "They're approaching. More than anticipated. We need what can be spared for the walls, now."

A pair of FAF (Formos Armed Forces) fighters engaged in an aerial dogfight above, outgunned and outmatched by the enemy. They dashed and swirled and dived in a frankly amazing display of aerial skill. Bryn'adûl fighters and bombers were disintegrated by the dozens but their numbers were limitless. They just kept coming. Hamish watched one FAF fighter erupt into a fireball, closely followed by the other. The debris fell like black rain on the city.

He was pretty sure they were the last fighters they had left.

"Rodger that," he growled.

 

[Lanik Dawnstar]

Objective: C
Allies: Weyland Castril | Kelsie Sylvan | Hamish McNair
Equipment: Aspis Combat Shield, Glitter Bullets, Dissuader KD-30

Formos, this had been Lanik’s home for all of a month and it was already ruined. Everything was fine til he showed up. Till Weyland came and found him, whether by luck of the draw or a mysterious entity putting them together the two had met. While Lanik often tired of Weyland’s pestering of returning to the order or even wanting to discuss the force, he couldn’t help but find the youth endearing. Lanik saw so much of himself in the Knight that it was eerie. That confidence, that determination, the sheer willpower. It was good to know there were others out there still doing right by the galaxy. Just that the life of a Jedi was no longer for Lanik.

Content with his life as a humble server in the soup kitchen the one-time Jedi never expected what came next, though he should’ve known. Whether it be Dark Jedi raiding a ship that he worked on, revealing his identity on a Sith planet, or an invasion of a world. Some catastrophy always followed the man. Many Jedi would say that the Force works in mysterious ways, yet Lanik was starting to believe it hated him for forsaking his duty as a Jedi. Were these signs that he’d made the wrong choice and the Force trying to bring him back in line?

The first day thousands of deaths came hitting Lanik in a wave. One thing no one ever spoke of about the force was how you could feel the pain of the sentients. You could feel their fear, their pain, their sorrow and it ate at you. Like acid, it ate to your very heart and sought to break you. When the sensation hit Lanik nearly keeled over, having to steady himself and work to get an injured Weyland to safety.

What bit of defenses they had were now being worn down, doom was on the horizon for the planet and the inhuman invaders were more savage than even the Sith. The last hope being evacuation, chasing behind Weyland, the ex-Jedi caught up as they neared the shipyards. The crunch of their boots on gravel and duracrete drowned out by the reverberations of explosions. Beams of turbolaser fire stitched its way through the air, flames, and smoke billowed up from building all around.

Blasterfire was audible from within the shipyards as the two drew near. Heart hammering in his chest, fear sought to clasp at Lanik’s heart but it was shoved down. Now was no time, the only hope for getting others off the planet was to step forward and fight.

“Weyland, if things look too dangerous promise me you’ll pull back and evacuate. I don’t care what you feel your duty as a Jedi is, but you have to live to fight another day, dying here, dying now won’t help.” The closer the two drew the more thunderous the howls and shrieks of Bryn'adûl became. With a flex of his wrist, Lanik activated the shield on his left arm. Springing to life from a gauntlet he wore and coming to life the golden aegis shined as if it had never been used. In truth, it hadn’t since the one-time Jedi had been awarded it. The shield, his pistol and ammunition were all the warrior had to his name for the coming battle and it would have to be enough.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: B
Post: One
Allies: Wrathak | Krael Vizkla | Rahm |
Opposition: Lanik Dawnstar | Hamish McNair | Weyland Castril | Kelsie Sylvan |
Equipment: Staff | Cuirass
Units: 4x Zealots | 2x Shamans |

Aboard the Conquester Savage Tenacity - Before the Attack

"The plan to destroy the Space Port was well executed, Marauder. " The Primarch had been impressed by the Tenacity of the newly crested Marauder. Rahm had shown promise as a Field Commander, leading Brutes into battle. But what he'd become now was so much more than that.

"The Chieftain has constructed a great weapon against our foes. You, Rahm. He who trained you, formed you as you are now. Our Sire has delivered you to the precipice. You, like few others have been entrusted with this task. Our gaze expands to beyond our own worlds." Drek'ma paced behind the towering colossus, his Staff's thudding collision that followed every right step ushering his stalking movements. Forked tongue lax as it danced in his mouth, half-hissed and well articulated words escaping from his lungs through the gaps in his jaw.

The Primarch was the greatest of the Aeravalin, strong and powerful. His abilities were unmatched among his Shaman peers, thus far at the very least. Two obedient Shaman Beast Masters stood at attention, opposite the Honour Guards who vigilantly guarded the Marauder. Such variety, versatility under one creed. The Primarch knew that the Marauder intended on joining his forces on the planet below - Drek'ma would not counsel him on the importance of his survival, the Marauder was well aware of his responsibilities. He too was eager to return to solid ground, to leave the confines of a vessel and meet his foes.

The Chieftain had sent Drek'ma here to evaluate the Marauder, however his subsequent survival and victory would be enough testament to his skill. The Primarch could feel it, he had a matter of his own to attend to the planet surface.

The Attack on Formos - Now

The Primarch arrived via Orkale, landing outside of the City and a safe distance from the combat. The Primarch was joined by a Unit of Zealots and his Shaman underlings, he lead the small group close to the cities walls; standing amid the dirt. It felt good to have his feet firmly on the earth once more. The Shaman's Sirracus' swarm followed the Savage Drones into the Shipping Yard, however he did not need to be present to direct them if necessary. He would be assisting with the removal of the enemies defences.

With a thought, he and his company were teleported to within the confines of the City. Their feeble defences were no match for his power, and soon neither the might of the Warriors at their gates. Without a word the small group continued, lead by the Staff wielding Shaman. The sound of battle was not far-off, however he doubted anything bar scared civilians would be stalking the streets. The Primarch allowed the Zealots and accompanying Shamans to deal with any Military foes they encountered, none here on this desolate planet would be worth his time.

He was simply here to oversee. As a Primarch should.

 

[Weyland Castril]

Objective: C | Theme: X
Allies: Lanik Dawnstar | Kelsie Sylvan | Hamish McNair
Equipment: Lightsaber

When Lanik caught up to the Jedi Knight, he spoke words of concern. In that moment the Knight was glad part of his face was covered up, not because he was sad but because he just didn't care. Not in that moment. Weyland didn't say anything, not really. His mind wasn't with Lanik for a moment, he could feel something. Something incredibly dark, a Sorcerer of some kind. It stung at his stomach.

He was stewing on his next words, mind was clouded. He just breathed, breathed and believed. His jaw was moving like crazy, beads of sweat on his forward. It was the sound of the Shield that brought him back to reality. He wanted to ask him how it all looked, but the smells and the howls were enough. He could feel them. The young Jedi pulled tugged on the collar of his jacket, right hand reaching down to take his Saber in hand.

"Worry about that later." He responded shakily, raising his hand as he opened the door in front of them.

A civilian was running by, when some large bipedal creature leapt onto her back; snapping its jaw around her neck. Weyland felt the snap, it shook her violently like a wild animal. But it wasn't alone, he could fee hundreds of them. Weyland ran forward, engaging the Savage Drone as it rose in response to him.

"Let go of her!" Weyland spun his Viridian Saber outward, slashing off one of its lower limbs. The Savage thing yelped like a dog as it leapt at him; the Knight was able to parry the creature as it advanced; slashing it across the chest as it flew over him. The woman fell, blood oozing from the strange marks in her neck. Weyland could feel that life had already left her. But he could also feel just how afraid she was when it got her.

 

[Lanik Dawnstar]

Objective: C
Allies: Weyland Castril | Kelsie Sylvan | Hamish McNair
Equipment: Aspis Combat Shield, Glitter Bullets, Dissuader KD-30

As the door opened it was only now that Lanik could see the full depths of chaos. This wasn’t war, this was an attempt at genocide. Rubble lay strewn across the ground, a mixture of dried and fresh blood painting the area. The scent of copper clung to the air, that and the smell of ozone as blaster bolts were discharged. Crimson and cyan darts crossed through the air as the soldiers attempted to hold the horrendous creatures at bay. Lanik had been on battlefields, he’d seen death, felt it, caused it and yet he hadn’t felt pain in the force in such a way since Mirial. A hand clutched at his chest, his vision beginning to spin from the overwhelming darkness that clung to the planet now.

A woman running by, chased by one of the creatures, and the exile couldn’t even save them. His stomach roiling, bile rose up, trying to break free only for the one-time Jedi to fight it back down. Breathing labored Lanik could do nothing but watch as the woman’s life was taken, those lifeless eyes looking to the sky. She’d been helpless and Weyland went to engage the creature easily dispatching it.

Crimson ichor leaked from the woman as Lanik stumbled over to her, finally able to move his own body. Kneeling over her, he moved his hand down her face closing the eyes. Taking her limp hand in his own, head bowed, jaw tightening, he said a silent prayer.

Rising to his feet, aquamarine eyes training on the crowd of creatures rushing towards him and Weyland, Lanik took the first step and the first creature to meet him, met his wraith. A fist struck out, empowered by the might of the force, strengthening Lanik’s limb, the appendage hit the drones jaw with a savage, wet, sickening crack. The neck of the creature contorting to an odd angle, the spinal column completely served and the corpse falling to the ground.

The second drone came leaping at the man, where he sidestepped to the right, bringing his shield up and around. The plasmatic edges slicing the drone clean in two through its midsection, both ends of its body flopping to the ground, flailing and shrieking. Eyes narrowing, Lanik stared at the oncoming tide, and then rushed forward to meet it.

 

[Rahm]

Objective: B
Allies: Wrathak | Krael Vizkla | Primarch Drek'ma
Enemies: Weyland Castril | Lanik Dawnstar | Hamish McNair | Kelsie Sylvan
Equipment: Bladed Gauntlets | Great-axe
Complement: Bryn'adûl Honor Guard (4x Zealot Elites | 2x Brute Heavies)


The words of the Primarch echoed in Rahm's memory as he stood atop the M'gaelak lumbering toward the siege wall. His attack was well underway, and it was time now to take a more active role in the determination of the outcome. The freshly minted Marauder stood at the fore of the assault force carried by the collosal siege beast, towering over the troops assembled behind him. Flanked by his newly acquired honor guard, the mutated Baedurin licked his chops as he watched the wall get closer and closer. Appendages latched onto the ramparts, and the siege platform was secured.

The shields dropped, and Rahm leapt onto the wall with a bone rattling roar. The first defender unfortunate enough to meet with the Marauder barely got out a scream as several tons of armor and muscle landed directly on top of him, crushing him into the wall beneath his feet. Blaster fire poured into him, absorbed by his unnaturally thick hide and Baedurin resilience to high temperature. He swung his axe, a weapon so immense that a normal Baedurin would need two hands to wield it, in a furious backhand. The blade connected with a couple defenders, hiring one and completely bifurcating the other. Those unlucky enough not to duck the haft of the weapon were flung backwards off the wall, screaming as they fell.

The Brute roared again, and the rest of the assault team rushed to attack. Long spikes embedded themselves into flesh and metal alike as the Honor Guard Heavies opened fire. The remaining members of the guard swarmed with the rest, dispatching defenders in a lethal dance of blades and small arms.

"SWEEP THE WALLS! I WANT THESE GATES OPEN."

A massive hand lashed out to snag a scrambling quarren, lifting him off of his feet and squeezing the life out of him.

"Formos falls today."

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: B
Post: Two
Allies: Wrathak | Rahm | Krael Vizkla |
Opposition: Lanik Dawnstar | Kelsie Sylvan | Weyland Castril | Hamish McNair |
Equipment: Staff | Cuirass
Units: 4x Zealots | 2x Shamans |


As they marched through the streets, the Primarch was met with little resistance. The majority of the planet's forces were divided between three primary checkpoints throughout the City. This was the Marauder's conquest, not his own. The staff moved in rhythm with the pace of his feet, the small company of soldiers ahead had cleared the path.

Drek'ma stopped, a sudden alertness drawing his attention to his surroundings. Something swayed him to turn, instinct took over as the Primarch swung around on his heel. Half a second later, the Soldiers that had intended to flank around them were standing in the open with their weapons aimed at the Primarch. The massive Shaman stood clad in black armour, Staff held his right hand as eyes fell on the Soldiers. Three stood in the street, two other groups hid in adjacent apartment buildings on high vantage points. He could feel the hesitation of their trigger fingers, the sudden over-thinking of the situation. The fear. Even motionless, his understanding was felt. There was no intimacy too deeply seated to be beyond his reach. Without a motion, the Primarch activated a barrier of force energy as the first finally fired at him.

The blaster fire dissipated against his protective barrier, one of the groups in the building fired a Rocket toward him. The Primarch did not move, simply refocusing as he teleported the rocket into the adjacent building; killing the group opposite those who fired. His right hand slid down the length of his Staff, extended it with one hand as three arcing white bolts of force energy slammed into them; the Staff acted as a conduit for his own abilities - using the force to drain the three before him of life.

By this point the Zealots accompanying him had killed four of the six remaining within the right-most building with their Rifles. "Go."

 

[Primal Architect]

SHADOW OVER FORMOS
The overwhelming might of the Bryn'adûl horde encroaches on the city of Asaren, Marauder Rahm has shattered their frontline defences in one savage strike. The M'gaelak Siege Tower's massive tendrils tearing apart the fortifications of the planet, the Anti-Air Turrets too busy with the swarm of thousands of Phedrak Fighters, dancing in the sky above. The Marauder begins his attack, what were once believed to be fortified positions overrun by the Elite Warriors in toe with the Marauder himself.

Brutes, Drones and all manners of Drael ilk pour through the shattered walls of the Asaren Battlements, massive spike rounds cutting through the Soldiers sage armour and tearing into their feeble flesh. Their Officers were some of the first to fall, Sergeants huddled down in the trenches, trying their utmost to keep Soldiers so unprepared for War from dying, from running. They beg for help, beg for reinforcements but there are none. Nothing is coming, nothing can be spared. Their forces are already spread so thin, they are alone.

All across Asaren, small pockets of resistance are dwindling. No matter how hard the Commander McNair might fight, push for the survival of the troops under his command - an endless sea of black awaits all who stand their ground on Formos. The shadow shall swallow the city whole. The Brute Captain, Krael Vizkla moves against what remains of the enemy defences, leading a small strike force to disable the Anti-Air turrets and allow for the landing of heavier forces to finish Asaren once and for all. The savagery of the Ravagers is tamed by few, but those who can Command their respect can aim them with destructive result.

In the depths of the Shipyards, each Solder fights tooth and nail against the terrible Savage Drones and their Sirracus escorts; sacrificing life and limb to get as many as they can on board the shuttles. Civilians run for their lives, running from death as fast as their feet can carry them - yet even their greatest efforts appear to mean little in the face of such merciless foes. This is their only hope, and if the AA Guns fall they will be forced to retreat with whatever they have. Its a race against time, and the heroic Jedi Weyland Castril and his watchful companion Lanik Dawnstar can feel it in the pit of their stomachs, they know that no matter what happens they need to be on those shuttles when they depart, and that they will do whatever it takes to ensure each others safety.

In the shelter of decrepit ruin, the Primarch of the Shamans, Drek'ma skulks through the streets of Asaren - an overseer of great power awaiting the introduction of a worthy adversary. The Primarch knows the force has drawn him to the side of the Marauder Rahm. Yet as to why he does not know, and carries out his duty without argument.

All throughout Asaren, every second costs dozens of lives as the Bryn'adûl enact their merciless Genocide. Armoured monsters, designed from birth to kill the inhabitants of the Galaxy attack from every corner. Relishing in the killing, soon the Shadow will fully encompass Formos and the Marauders task would be complete.

TAGS-
BRYN'ADUL - Rahm | Krael Vizkla | Wrathak | Primarch Drek'ma |
DEFENDERS - Hamish McNair | Lanik Dawnstar | Weyland Castril | Kelsie Sylvan |

 

[Weyland Castril]

Objective: C | Theme: X
Allies: Hamish McNair | Lanik Dawnstar | Kelsie Sylvan
Equipment: Lightsaber

Weyland ducked as the severed body of the Savage Drone flew over Lanik, spiralling to the ground as the upper half continued to wail in pain. He couldn't listen to it, it stung at his ears. The Jedi rippled his saber into a reverse-grip, stabbing the manic beast in the chest to silence it forever. As quickly as he descended, the Jedi rose again as he deactivated his Saber, turning to see Lanik rushing toward the beasts chasing the Civilians.

"Lanik wait!" The Jedi called out in a futile effort to slow the man, rushing off after him with Saber ignited.

The more adept force user allowed the power to flow through him, elevating his agility beyond Human capacity as he leapt several feet through the air, flipping as he reached the bend of his jump; slashing through a leaping Drone as it came at Lanik's left. As the Knight landed, another Savage Drone lunged at him; in a parrying flourish he removed all four of its arms and used the force to launch its body back into its own.

Even with that great effort, there was still more of them than either could count and they were still killing many. On the opposite end of the ramp they were on, a Squad of Soldiers had been cornered in a shop it seemed. Weyland couldn't help but feel his attention divided between them. His divided attention tore away his focus, only regaining it in the nick of time as he felt something eerily close.

Weyland turned on his heel, momentarily turning his back on Lanik and the other beasts as his senses turned to the sickly pale Sirracus Wyrm, an discernible shamble of flesh and blistered skin gorged between the pipes and various mechanisms of the ceiling. He felt sick, almost mesmerised by pure disgust he felt, feeling the slithering bundle of flesh and its pained existence. Then, its malevolence, noticing the creatures large tail unwinding from its mass. Then, it unwrapped its horrifying head and the tail slashed for him.

The Knight pirouetted into a long vertical slash, removing one of the spikes of its tail as the Wyrm shrieked and dove down with its tendrils and deformed teeth. Weyland fell to the ground as he pressed against the ground, bracing his legs against its nose to stop it from biting him before slashing its right, ugly red eye.

"Lanik!"

 

[Jegy Sesara]

Objective C: Rescue Many as Possible​

There was a silent weeping behind him, the Sullustan before them would gently carry the body towards a small pile at the end of the sewer tunnels. Gently laying the male human down, it now numbered to fourteen, another life lost under his watch. Carefully closing the eyes on the individual, he would turn to see half of the people wounded before him, the other half carrying those to wounded to move, the guards around them disorganized. What kind of people do this? What kind of hell did these people deserve from these monsters up above? Those were questions to ask later, a child cried in front of his mother, very loud as the child tried to keep the child silent.

Above them, the trampling of feet as the monsters above would pass over them. They were very deep underground at the moment, far deeper than anyone wanted to admit. It would take time for any form of beat, to enter through here. Looking towards the people, he would wait for the rumbling of feet to stop before speaking up, trying to take command of the situation. In total, there was maybe fifty people here...and he feared before it ends, it would be at half.

"Alright listen up. We are going to a small palace in the city. Ginla the Hutt has a ship being prepared for our escape...he owes me a favor so he will fit us in instead of his valuables. We got twenty minutes, follow my lead and be silent. No bringing the dead...no matter how honorific it would be."

Walking forward slowly, the people would watch behind him as they slowly walked with him very slowly towards the tunnels as shrieks would be heard. Every few minutes, the Sullustan would stop and make a motion for people to duck and be quiet. Rumbling of above and sometimes the ground would shake from their siege engines. He could feel the fear of people behind him, they were terrified. The Sullustan was the only one with experience to combat these kind of things...who have learned from years of warfare of things terrifying in the Force. Motioning forward once more with his right hand, they would progress through the sewers of Asaren for the battle was lost. It only depended now...on how much longer they have.

 

[Wrathak]

Objective: C
Troops: 40 Drones | 20 Savage Drones, same number for the other drone commander with Wrathak
Other links: Dropship |
Weapons:
Tags: Weyland Castril | Lanik Dawnstar | Jegy Sesara | Primal Architect​

Another planet, another war, another slaughter. Those were the thoughts running through Wrathak's head as he came down to Formos. They'd already hit the planet hard, in fact it seemed the people only had a few truly strong hold out points left. One such holdout was the shipping yard, a place where they'd gathered remaining ships so they could flee. Wrathak had been sent there to take out all the defenses, accompanying him was at least one other drone commander, with more en-route.

Descending from space in their dropships, Wrathak stared out at their target, off in the close distance. Sneering at them, Wrathak braced for the sudden landing and then rushed out with his drones in front of him, acting as meatshields should the need be. It wasn't, but it never hurt to be sure. Turning his attention towards his target, Wrathak roared once towards the heavens, raising his spear to the sky. Around him his drones roared as well, combined they were loud enough that they'd be heard by those in the shipyard, and the cry was a promise from them to the defenders that doom was on its way. Then Wrathak set about organizing his and his counterparts drones together, forming a horde that would overwhelm the defenders.

To begin this though, Wrathak needed to test the defenses, as such he organized 10 savage brutes into a squad and ordered them forward. They roared, turned towards the enemy, and charged. They'd reach the enemy defenses in a matter of minutes and hurl themselves at the defenders, even as a pair of drones in the back watched it all, hidden carefully to only be scouts. They'd report soon enough what the defensive situation was, and then the Byrn'adûl would fight.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: B
Post: Three
Allies: Hamish McNair | Weyland Castril | Jegy Sesara | Lanik Dawnstar | Kelsie Sylvan |
Opposition: Wrathak | Krael Vizkla | Rahm |
Equipment: Staff | Cuirass
Units: 4x Zealots | 2x Shamans |

The Zealots that accompanied him made their way into the building, making quick work of the Civilians hiding within, and the soldiers hiding on the rooftops. However the Primarch's attention was tore away from the isolated groups of troopers. He felt something, a resonance. The Shaman Primarch could feel the beasts, his own creatures falling in greater number than they had anticipated. The Primarch reached into the mind of a Savage Drone, feeling its beastly and simplistic mind touch his as the Savage's head was removed. The Primarch was forced from the beast as it died, but he had unmistakably heard the hum of a Lightsaber. There had been no reports of a Force Cult on the planet, nor Jedi nor Sith were predominant on Formos. Something was happening in the Shipyard not far from where the Drone Commander Wrathak was intended to be deployed. Even if he were no Brute, the Commander had been noted as reliable in previous reports.

That was exactly why he was deployed toward the Shipyard, a menial task but an important one all the same. The Primarch stopped in the street, raising his wrist as he spoke into Com unit on his arm; relaying the information to the Commander.

"Drone Commander, something is happening in the Shipyards. Find out what is delaying our advances, and report to me."

For now, the Primarch would see to the Destruction of a nearby anti-air placement. Once his Zealots had returned, the Primarch teleported the small group to a higher area, moving to across a bridge into the tower holding the AA Gun. Ahead, was a small contingent of Soldiers. It didn't take long for them to open fire on the Primarch and his group.

The Primarch erected a force-barrier, blocking the hail of blaster fire as they slowly progressed across the bridge.

 

[Krael Vizkla]

Equipment: Barad Spec Ops Armour, Barad Spike Rifle, Barad Glaive
Location: Asaren Siege Walls
Forces: 6 Squads of Brutes, 4 Ravager Brutes, 3 Quilxyn
Objective: Obliterate their Defences
Post: #2​

Krael let out a loud roar of triumph as the walls began to crumble. He let out a savage roar, and the Ravager Brutes began doubling their efforts, the Grenadiers firing everything they had at the wall. Within a few minutes of their initial assault on the wall, it was already falling in three sections. From Krael's count, 27 of the defending force had fallen to him alone thus far. He stood up on the front edge of the trench his forces had taken root in, and beat his chest, a savage roar that inspired terror in his enemies, and strength in his Brute Forces.

He then stepped up, firing the last few rounds of his Spike Rifle into an enemy soldier, then grabbed his Glaive from his back, charging the walls. The Ravager Brutes had already began ripping the weak humanoids into pieces. The first soldier he met barely had time to fire their weapon before he had smashed his Spike Rifle into their skull, denting the skull, and his weapon, he then spun it around, breaking a jaw off another soldier. He then threw the spike rifle into the back of a third soldier that had not been strong enough to meet death with their eyes open.

The soldier fell, and Krael advanced upon him, crushing his right calf underfoot. He raised his Glaive, impaling it into the Soldier. Soon his Brute forces had caught up with him, and began laying fire into the remaining soldiers. The two squads kept to their points of entry, reinforcing their Ravagers. Each had two Anti-Aircraft guns each. Krael reached down, taking a detonator from the body of the soldier he had just impaled, and pressed the button, lobbing it into one of the squads hoping to defend the AA guns.

He then turned away, and lunged forward, impaling another soldier. He stepped up, retracting the Glaive, and spun around, decapitating another soldier. He then grabbed one by the head, crushing the skull between his fingers, then threw the limp body into another soldier, who one of his Brutes then finished off with a headshot. He made a gesture in each direction with his hand, and half of his squad went to each of the AA guns, they would disable them, and he would provide them the time.

He looked forward, and lunged forward with his Glaive, then twisted it in his hands, swinging upwards, slicing the front half of a soldier's head in half. He began stepping over bodies as he continued in his warpath, ending with the result of a heavily blaster-marked suit of armour, and two squads worth of dead humanoids at his feet. He then looked up at what he could only assume was a humanoid excuse of a Special Operations Force, that had been sent to take care of the monster that stood before them. He watched as they raised their rifles at him. He jumped up onto the platform they were on, the blade of his Glaive piercing the armour of one, pinning the body to the ground, to bleed out.

He then let go of the Glaive, grabbed one of the Spec Ops Soldiers, using the body to block the blaster fire of the other three. He let go of the body once it went limp, then threw it into the three Spec Ops Soldiers, knocking them down. He then fired three of his armour's four vibro-edged daggers into the air, stepping forward, grabbing one as it fell, and shoving it blade first into the left eye of one of the soldiers, then spun around as he grabbed another, throwing it into the furthest of the three spec ops soldiers, who dropped his rifle, grasping his chest, and falling off the platform. He stared into the eyes of the final soldier, who had hesitated.

The soldier held his weapon, quaking in his boots as he stared into the pure red eyes of the Brute Captain before. The final dagger fell, landing blade first in the soldier's head. Krael then grabbed the humanoid's rifle, and kicked him off of the platform. He fired what remained of the clip into what appeared to be a too-confident human officer, who had assumed his Spec Ops squad was invincible, and was anything of a challenge compared to the Brute Captain. The Officer's smug smirk fell from his face as he collapsed onto the walkway he stood on. Krael threw the blaster rifle away, stepping off the platform.

He then turned around as a sniper shot landed by his head. He raised his wrist, firing the final vibro-edged dagger into the unfortunate sniper. He turned back in time to see the AA guns begin exploding. His Forces came back to him, carrying the body of a Brute Major, three Brutes, and a Ravager Brute. Krael did nothing but frown, deep inside he had felt the loss of the Ravager Brute. It seemed loss was not unpreventable. The bodies were laid before him, their facial expressions preserved as when they met their end. All had met their end in battle, all had been overwhelmed by the blaster fire of the Humanoids.

Krael leaned his head back, a roar emitting from his vocal chords. A roar loud enough to be picked up by the Bryn'adul ships. The roar was echoed by the five Brute Majors, three Ravager Brutes, and squads, who remained. A roar of mournful victory. Indicating the AA guns had fallen, and the full assault could begin. Yet the Bryn'adul had sacrificed great warriors in doing so.

 

[Lanik Dawnstar]

Objective: C
Allies: Weyland Castril | Kelsie Sylvan | Hamish McNair
Equipment: Aspis Combat Shield, Glitter Bullets, Dissuader KD-30

Much like how Weyland was blind, his calls fell upon deaf ears. The howls of the creatures, the screams of terror, the sounds of blaster bolts, they all drowned everything out for Lanik. The chorus of war was a nightmare, and it took the Jedi back to a time when he had fought on numerous battlefields, it brought back memories of Mirial. The shield upon Lanik’s left arm vibrated, as he continued to walk forward. Each step calculated, each strike precise, never a movement wasted, not an unnecessary word uttered. Even as Weyland cut through one of the drones that made its way toward Lanik the Jedi continued on, the blood splattering across his form.

Catching up to one of the drones that stood above a family, a father that held onto his wife and child, their terror, their fear permeating the air Lanik’s elbow shot forward. The force strengthening his arms and bones, the appendage struck at the base of the drones spine just before it could bring its own limbs down upon the family. Much like a knife, an elbow could cut, bolstered by the force it became so much worse. It sliced cleanly through the drones skin and the base of its spine its body going limp and collapsing backward and onto the ground helpless as the Jedi’s boot came down crushing its windpipe.

“Go, I’ll hold them off! Get to the ship!” Lanik shouted to the family helping them up and giving a light shove towards a group of troopers. The sound of more drones approaching came, and the Jedi spun to meet them. Without a saber he relied on his body, Lanik’s limbs and appendages struck out in enhanced blows. Elbows, wrists, feet, fists, while relying on sheerly martial prowess would’ve been a weakness for some, it was where the one-time Jedi thrived. At least till he heard the screams of Weyland coming.

Out of the corner of his eye Lanik could see the knight battling off one of the wyrms. He’d been so blind to saving others that he’d forgotten all about watching Weyland’s back. Repaying the other Jedi’s kindness from earlier Lanik’s left arm came about, from it the shield launched off becoming a whirling disk of death. The shield flew straight through a drone unfortunate enough to have been caught in it’s path before burrowing its way into and through the Wyrm’s neck. Even from a distance, the stench assaulted Lanik’s nostrils.

Distracted by aiding his ally, Lanik caught an uppercut to his chest, the strength of the drones lifting him off the ground and sending him sailing through the air where he hit the ground. The drones swarmed him like a nest of bees seeking to finish off the Jedi. Grabbing the jaw of one that came after his neck Lanik twisted its head. More continued to fall upon him. “Weyland!” While the shield continued its circle to return it would still take some time. Time that the Jedi may not have left.

 

[Weyland Castril]

Objective: C | Theme: X
Allies: Hamish McNair | Kelsie Sylvan | Lanik Dawnstar | Jegy Sesara
Equipment: Lightsaber

Weyland did all he could against the ugly beast as it reared its head, strange probing tentacles sickly with oozing puss thrashed him as its malformed teeth were kept at bay by his heels. Weyland slashed several of the strange tendrils off of the creatures head as it slammed its forehead into his chest - winding the Knight as his Saber was knocked aside. Drenched in sweat and bruises, the Knight prepared for a lethal blow as Lanik's Shield slashed through the beasts jugular and the lower portion of its head.

In a half gargled and choking shriek, the Sirracus Wyrm swerved away as its flesh and muscle poured out from the gaping wound with an ugly pop as it slithered and writhed into a painful and unwilling demise. Weyland turned his senses to the Savage Drones as another came for him. The Knight didn't have time to reach for is fallen weapon, instead taking the additional rose gold Saber from his belt into hand - activating its aqua blade just in time to remove the upper torso of the Savage Drone.

Weyland was now able to focus for a moment, calling his Lightsaber back to his right hand - his left occupied by the secondary lightsaber. He turned, hearing and feeling the pain of Lanik before he even called out. Weyland reached out, opening his left palm as the Aqua bladed Lightsaber shot forward like a dart, slashing through the Savage directly on Lanik. The Knight spoke not with tongue but feeling, telepathically speaking to Lanik.

Catch.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: B
Post: Four
Defenders: Jegy Sesara | Weyland Castril | Lanik Dawnstar | Kelsie Sylvan | Hamish McNair
Allies: Wrathak | Rahm | Krael Vizkla |
Equipment: Staff | Cuirass
Units: 4x Zealots | 2x Shamans |

Drek'ma continued to maintain the Force Barrier, but was forced to stall his progress forward. Instead the Zealots began opening fire, taking pot shots at the defending Soldiers whilst one of the Shamans assisted in the maintenance of the force barrier. The other reflected a number of the blaster bolts back at the Defending soldiers from behind the safety of the barrier. There were few marksmen among the Soldiers, with the Barrier their chances of landing hits on the Zealots was lessened. Additionally his Warriors armour and skin allowed them to suffer several blaster shots before any real damage was taken.

Slowly but efficiently, the enemy position outside was picked it. Whether by returning blaster fire or spike rounds cracking through their small skulls ejected from the Zealots' rifles. Either way, their numbers were dwindling. This allowed Drek'ma to begin progress across the bridge once more. The Primarch's attention was divided as a strange sound assaulted his ears, the cankering explosion was not far off, he looked to his right; eyes drawn wide as a Orkale Gunship came crashing down, the beast cried out in a painful grown as it died. The Primarch instinctively leapt forward, steadying himself as the Orkale collided with the bridge.

The Primarch looked back, unable to discern who or what had survived the crash. But the gangly Shaman had no time to think as he was thrown to the ground by a barrage of blaster bolts. The remaining soldiers took what small advantage they had in numbers, capitalising on the fact he was distracted as they encircled him. Drek'ma sneered, his skin bubbling with blisters, his Aeravalin flesh was not quite as resistant to the Human weapons as his Baedurin counterparts. In that moment he envied them, but the armour had prevented any real damage.

However, his envy was not consumed. He had his own abilities, the cosmic force whirled around him - he was a focus for its power. Drek'ma teleported behind the six Soldiers, turning into a wide swing with his staff as he held the staff at the mid and bottom lengths of its shaft; striking the first soldier across the face with the massive spiked object as it exploded with kinetic energy, knocking him back; limp. He immediately relinquished his left hands grip on the Staff, with an open palm shooting out large white tendrils of life draining energy at two of the Soldiers, forcing both to the ground in painful convulsions.

His left hand moved for the upper-length of the Staff, grasping it as he brought the end of the shaft up into a spinning motion that disarmed another Soldier. Releasing the staff into his left hand as he slammed the fifth off the side of the bridge. The sixth fired a blaster bolt aimed at his exposed face, but found his weapon malfunctioning as the Primarch released an ionising tendril into his weapon before turning on his heel and slamming the staff into his chest and pushing him back into the fires of the destroyed gunship.

The Primarch snarled savagely, annoyed by the interruption to his progress. He dusted off his pauldrons, now turning to face the AA Guns building, now clear of organic obstacles. Marching with staff in hand, the Primarch made his way toward the building - ready to kill those within and destroy the Planets Defences.

 

[Wrathak]

Objective: C
Troops: 40 Drones | 20 Savage Drones, same number for the other drone commander with Wrathak
Other links: Dropship | Wendigo Spiker | Val-Shae Spear
Weapons:
Tags: @Weland Castril | Lanik Dawnstar | Jegy Sesara | Primal Architect | Primarch Drek'ma

Wrathak continued to prepare his forces for the attack when he was contacted by Drek'ma. Growling slightly in annoyance, he took in the comm message and waited a moment to look towards the shipyard. He was already doing what the primarch wanted from him. Growling again, this time with more anger, Wrathak picked up the comm unit and activated it.
"There are those who have barricaded themselves inside the shipyard. I have already sent a scouting party out, to see what is happening there. They should be reporting back soon, I will inform you what is happening once I have the necessary information."

His part said, Wrathak turned his end off again and dropped it onto the crate he'd picked it up from. Turning around then, Wrathak grabbed his weapons from a nearby crate. Hefting the rifle up, he clipped it to his waist, then he hefted the spear from his back, taking in the beauty of the killing weapon. Giving a toothy grin down at the weapon, Wrathak hefted part of it up and onto his shoulder. It was then that one of his drones returned, giving him a quick rundown of what was at the spaceport. Apparently some Jedi were near there, along with defenders and many, many civilians. They were trying to run, to escape from the Brynadûl. Wrathak would not let that happen.

Turning to walk out of the tent, Wrathak nearly forgot to tell the Primarch about what was occurring at the spaceport. However in the last moment, he did and grabbed the comlink before walking out of the ruins of some house. Lifting it up, Wrathak activated the thing, speaking into it.
"Primarch Drek'ma, there are many of the citizens there. It seems they are trying to flee in their ships. Alongside this, there are Jedi in the area. I request help for anti air defenses, otherwise they may run before I can arrive with my forces."

As he had been speaking, he had rounded up his drones, having them form up around him. Once he was finished speaking, Wrathak deactivated his end, before roaring for his drones to advance. Combined with the forces from the other drone commander, there were many drones for them to hurl at the defenders. Wrathak himself would let his forces attack, then hit somewhere else to break through. But the humans didn't need to know that, no. They only had to die. With that thought in mind, Wrathak continued his march onward, knowing that they'd reach their target soon enough.