Dominion Bryn'adûl | The Peeling of Kegan

[Hraelga Nacht]

Post: 1
Objective: stingy eyes
Tags: Galak | Tathra Khaeus | Primarch Drek'ma

Hraelga was quite uninspired for this dominion, this culling of the Bryn'adûl's opponents, this subjugation. It wasn't because she didn't want to or because she was adverse of the idea, far from it. The issue was mainly that her thoughts were elsewhere, she was contemplating a next move for her own forces, preparing the conquest of a new line of planets to try and get back into the Chieftain's good graces. She hadn't been appointed to this mission, this crusade to begin with either, but with the conquest going so slowly, the crusade seemingly being halted by the opposing force, she was left with little choice.

"Men, we were not supposed to be here, we were supposed to prepare the next step in our glorious crusade, but it seems there is still some work for us to do," Looking down from the orkale she was waiting in, the Marauder laughed while petting Rhaga, her most loyal hellhas hunting drone. "Well then, shall we show these brutes below why they need monsters like us?"

With the zealots roaring and laughing, Hraelga motioned the orkale to go down, having it land close to one of the highest buildings in the city, ready to throw down the very strength of her own conviction upon those inferior, insolent pests that dared to stand against the liberation of this world. "Kill everything, spare nothing...shed as much blood as you must."

 

[Galak]

Post: Three
Objective: Onions
Tags - Hraelga Nacht | Hrajlmak'Natok | Tathra Khaeus | Kad | Sarask Hiskt | Xenomir | Primarch Drek'ma |

With a hand gesture, Galak signalled for the Brutes of the 10th Regiment to fall back, reducing the spacing between them to essentially minimize the distance between their spreads of fire. No doubt with the Skag cavalry encircling the enemy forces, they would very soon begin to apply pressure to the infantry.

They would be prepared.

The Rhivaks and Brutes began to form a singular circular unit, delivering fire in all directions towards their enemy forces caught between them. It was a slaughter, hundreds dead within seconds. Galak roared, switching to his RAW as he unleashed a wave of explosive molten spikes, littering the ground with decimated corpses.

"For the Chieftain! Wipe them out!" Galak roared, dropping to one knee to increase his accuracy; switching to bursts of fire from his weapon into the rolling crowds of enemies.

Like cattle to the slaughter.

 

[Kad]

Post: Two
Objective: Onions
Tags - Sarask Hiskt | Xenomir | Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Hraelga Nacht | Hrajlmak'Natok

The wookie's bowcaster was knocked from its hand, Gredak thrusting with his Kukri towards its stomach. Unable to contend with Gredaks speed, the Wookie simply threw him again as he came close.

This time halfway across the room, skidding across the floor and back toward his spiker. The wookie looked on in shock for a moment as Gredak grinned wide, enjoying the stupidity of the walking carpet as both went for their weapons. Gredak rose to his feet as the Wookie rose with Bowcaster in hand, both strafed, opening fire at one and other. Gredak landed a handful of spiker shots across the Wookies body, his opponent missed twice; but landed his final shot.

The Kinetic damage was more pronounced than explosive, once more Gredak was thrown around - slamming into the sandstone pillar in the middle of the walkway, clattering down to the ground as the Wookie closed the distance; slamming the butt of his rifle into Gredak's ribcage as he tried to stand.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Post: 2
Objective: stingy eyes
Tags: Galak | Tathra Khaeus | Primarch Drek'ma

Jumping out en masse, the entire platoon under Hraelga's direction started pouring out of the Orkales, assisting the already present troops with some new blood and new resurging violence. The Marauder herself instantly noticed there were a lot of skirmishes going on from her location, a lot of creatures sentient and not were posing some sort of pointless resistance, but the waving blades of light nearby did capture Hraelga's attention.

"So...jedi again...interesting," Giving her helhas drones a pat on the head, the marauder motioned them to crawl down the building and start attacking those inferior species. Looking at the rest of her team, the marauder could only laugh, this was going to be fun after all. "Nothing more fun than hunting jedi."

Hraelga jumped down and unsheathed her kukri, ready to engage with a few of the closest jedi...

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Onions
Post: 6
Tags - Sarask Hiskt | Hrajlmak'Natok | Hraelga Nacht | Xenomir | Tathra Khaeus | Kad |

The Primarch raised a force barrier in front of him, turning instep under Tathra's guard; sensing the Jedi attacker as he thrust out his Staff, unleashing a powerful torrent of destructive force energy focused to his torso; obliterating his undefended waist.

Drek'ma turned on his heel, his mind commanding the force barrier to collapse into one thin line as he extended it between the seven men behind him and Tathra. Those four on the left side of the barrier were pushed off the ledge by the Force Barrier.

The three remaining on the right found their blasters ineffective. Their offense was absorbed by the Primarch's armour as he drew closer. Drek'ma crushed the ribcage one of the three on the right with his Staff. The second leapt toward him with a knife in hand, ditching his useless rifle. He brought the Staff between them, gripping the upper-length in his right hand as he redirected the leap into sending the man over the edge. As he came to a stop, the last of the soldiers - a sniper, pressed the barrel of his sniper into Dre'ma's face.

Drek'ma grasped the thin of the barrel, pushing it away as he fired and thrust the Staff into his chest. The spikes stabbed into his flesh as an electric current caused his body to spasm before entirely becoming limp.

 

[Kad]

Post: Three
Objective: Onions
Tags - People

Gredak fell flat, turning and thrusting a Kukri into the knee joint of the Wookie before firing a full spread from his Spiker from his crotch to his head, growling as he did it.

The Wookie staggered back, dropping his weapon, blood and skin boiling; pain overwhelming him as Gredak rose to his feet - the wookie falling to his shattered knee. Gredak thrust the bayonette of the Spiker into the Wookies face, removing both the Kukri and Spiker at once as the furry creatures body slumped to the ground.

Gredak rose, bruised but still very much so alive. The Zealot grinned as he kicked the Wookies corpse in the head repeatedly, a small pleasure before moving on to his next target. Gredak placed the spiker on his thigh, taking his Spike Rifle into hand. A bit of range and caution would do wonders no doubt. He had no intention of getting thrown around like a ragdoll again.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

OBJECTIVE - Peel back the layers!
POST - Eight
TAGS - Hraelga Nacht | Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Xenomir | Sarask Hiskt | Hrajlmak'Natok |

Before he could eliminate the Jedi, the Primarch sent out a tendril of energy; dealing with the Jedi before turning to face those in his immediate vicinity. Tathra bashed away the Jedi's corpse, its broken form throttled off the edge of the Coliseum rooftops.

Cracks cemented the empowered weight of the Titan's movement with every step causing a small gush of sand to rise into the air as Tathra burst forward as a blur of motion, cutting through the soldiers.

The blows drawing close to the ground left scraps of shattered glass as the molten vapour warped the loose grains of sand. The Snipers round threw his shoulder back, ultimately it drew attention to him - a mistake.

Tathra switched to a one handed swing, holding the upper-length of the weapon; leaping forward on the ball of his foot as he slammed his fist into the Sniper, his rifle flew past the Titan, his body combusted on impact - right arm flying to the side as his unrecognisably mulched corpse flew across the ground, exploding with blood.

The Jedi swung from left to right at his extended hand, Tathra angled his wrist to redirect the blade from the outside of his guard and down low, simultaneously swinging upward; cutting another in half as he thrust his fist into the chest of the Jedi, puncturing his body; grasping onto the mix of bone and organ, yanking him back, a broken bloody mess rolling across the edge of the rooftop.

 

[Galak]

Post: Four
Objective: Onions
Tags: Hraelga Nacht | Galak | Tathra Khaeus | Sarask Hiskt | Xenomir | Hrajlmak'Natok |

The Brute knocked down a soldier as he drew close, stomping the puny creatures head into a red splatter. Galak released his left hands grasp from the Rifle, taking the half-glaive from his back, dashing forward; using his strength to slam into the line of human enemies. With both weapons in hand, Galak lead the Brutes who had a preference for melee weaponry deeper into the enemy lines, hacking and slashing. Ripping and tearing.

Galak snarled, turning into a wide slash with his Glaive at a soldier. The body hit the floor, diced into tiny little pieces. Galak switched his guard into a low one as Jedi shot a powerful telekinetic stream his way, aimed at his upper torso. The Brute instinctively ducked, and thrust. The Glaive blade nearly cut the Jedi in half as it slashed into the right leg and upward, cutting from the inner thigh through to the right side of its ribcage.

The splatter covered his face, soaking half of his face. At the very least it was his bad side. Another Jedi leapt for his back, slashing through his armour and shoulder plating. Galak cried out in pain, falling onto his hands. He kicked out behind him, knocking back the Jedi just enough to get some distance between them.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

OBJECTIVE - Peel back the layers!
POST - Nine
TAGS - Sarask Hiskt | Xenomir | Primarch Drek'ma | Galak | Hraelga Nacht | Hrajlmak'Natok |

The bodies of those struck seemingly exploded as well, with each incredibly strike impacting them with well over a hundred ton forces; obliterating everything in sight. Tathra swung outward with his dominant hand holding the Axe, releasing another wave of energy to stagger those drawing close. His right hand knocking the gun out anothers hand before thrusting the Axe's beard into his chest, splitting his upper torso and face in two.

Tathra grasped the closest dangling arm and pulled, entirely ripping the right side of the body off; throwing it off the Coliseum rooftop. A explosive splatter of blood coating the left side of the Titan's upper torso, streaks of red glimmering against the golds and silvers. Blood boiling on the Axe's head into red vapour all around them, distinctly darker in shade than the plasmatic fire engulfing it.

Tathra snorted, staring down the fearful and hesitant soldiers as they stood, shaking.

"Shoot me. Die like warriors!" Tathra anchored his form toward them, raising a fist in emphasis of his barking command.

Nothing. It was always so disappointing to him, to see not fruit coming to bare for these purposeless souls. Even in their last moments, no strength to be shown, nothing but a surrender to fear. Tathra sighed, raising the Long-Axe into a two handed grip. In a blur of motion, he slaughtered those fearful soldiers. What remained wasn't recognisable as soldiers, but skinned meat.

 

[Sarask Hiskt]

Post: 3

Objective: Peel back the layers.

Tags: Hraelga Nacht | Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Xenomir | Tathra Khaeus | Hrajlmak'Natok |

Sarask climbed along the edges of one of the buildings that made up Kegan. It was good. Not having to command legions or forces. She just had herself. She could handle that. She didn’t have to talk or shout. Just do. Take an order, such as “kill that one” or “shut that down” and she could do it. By herself. No need to depend on others.

Take, for example, the group of warriors below her. They weren’t one of those “Jedi”, they were but regulars. Drafted, or perhaps volunteered. They were holed up in what seemed to be a safe location, perhaps as an ambush, maybe they were told to defend that specific spot while the Jedi were out on the front lines. Maybe they were just cowards.

She noticed one stood out a bit more than the rest, giving words to the others, whether that be assurances or otherwise. She watched. She loosened her grip. She fell, he died. Crushed beneath her weight, as many have before. She spans swiftly with her weapons, cleaving a bloody rain around her, before jumping back up once again.

She glanced at the remnants below her. That one was most likely responsible for his team. His weak, pathetic team. Now he feeds the dirt. Simple as. He failed, everyone around him died. It wasn’t for her, she didn’t particularly care all that much for those around her, so it was a farce to even be part of a group. Simple. She continued on.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Post: 3
Objective: stingy eyes
Tags: Galak | Tathra Khaeus | Primarch Drek'ma

Despite the fact that she was ready to start and have some fun, as her zealots started ripping through various warriors of differing species, the marauder was simply flabbergasted by the sheer diversity of people that seemed to be there to try and stop the assault, the crusade of the Bryn'adûl. It seemed that despite being so far away from the galaxy's elusive core, the Bryn'adûl had been gaining a name for its relentless conquest of brutality and genocide.

Letting out a clacking sound of her tongue most of her kin seemed to already be familiar with, followed by what most likely was some sort of sigh, Hraelga taunted the first jedi she came across; a member of a large snakelike species with four arms and a long muscular tail. Almost enthralled by the strength this beastly opponent was showing by swiping away Rhigi and Rhogo with ease, the Marauder instantly slammed one of the kukri she was carryin into the snakelike tail, pinning it forcibly and with all her might to the ground, tilting her head rather intriguingly when the jedi did not scream in pain or horror, but just grit it teeth and turned towards her, carrying not one, not two, not even three, but four of those flashy, dangerous lightsabers. "Well I'll be...oh shit!!"

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Onions
Post: 7
Tags - Tathra Khaeus

As always the prowess of the Chieftain impressed him, almost resigned to watch as he goaded those few quaking in fear. However, he had little time to enjoy the sight. From behind, three new force signatures appeared; strong ones. The Primarch turned on his heel, defensives raised as three Jedi Knights approached.

"Sire!" He called out, releasing three tendrils of lightning towards the Jedi.

The lightning collided with their lightsabers, encircling the blades in hundreds of energy-disruptive battles dancing around the exterior films of the blades. He did not attack with the intention to kill, but to delay their assassination attempt on Tathra.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Post: 4
Objective: stingy eyes
Tags: Galak | Tathra Khaeus | Primarch Drek'ma

Hraelga had not expected the jedi to actually start throwing those lightsabers at her, narrowly avoiding being cut in half by one of them as she leapt hastily to the side. Annoyed by this discovery, the marauder grabbed the wendigo spiker she had hanging on the side of her armor, aiming to piss off the jedi even more by unloading a volley into the large specimen's already pinned down tail. "Surrender and I will grant you a..." Seeing the calmlness in the jedi's eyes despite the pain, Hraelga knew any more discussion or taunting would be pointless, raising the wendigo spiker and unloading a volley at the jedi's face to force him into a defensive stance, while motioning Rhaga; the larger female of her hellhas hunting drone pack to circle around the serpentine jedi and attack it from the back. "What is this guy...a knight or a master?"

When the ruse worked and the jedi got hit by Rhaga's tight jaws around the back of his right side, distracting the serpentine specimen just long enough for Hraelga to accellerate instantly towards the Jedi's chest, she plunged her remaining kukri into the beastly jedi's belly and instantly sliced open the snakelike torso from gut to ribcage, before jumping back to the ground. "Hmm...knight I suppose..."

 

[Xenomir]

OBJECTIVE - Peel back the layers! (Food Reference!)
POST - III
Tags - Tathra Khaeus | Kad | Sarask Hiskt | Hraelga Nacht | Hrajlmak'Natok | Xenomir | Zaerac Krex

The air was growing stagnant from their raw displays of authority, the residents and remnants of the militarium had been converged. The song of war had become distance and faint for Xenomir, his own sounds within the force softening. Standing there and observing the fields before him, the rush of excursion awash over him. The other members of his caste described the sensation a thickened fog of prickling needles, the pain held him, calmed the ever rapid pumping of blood within him. Moments of stillness seemed to stretch on too long, as if to answer for this, a single rippling beat... slow but steady could be heard within Xenomirs mind.

The Force had acknowledged his drought of challenge, a sound crept up deep from within gaining force and purpose before erupting outwards. Echoing throughout both the force & rhythm of conquest, it would touch the minds of all that it could. Different for every entity that would hear this chant of battle, this thrum of power swelling up within them. The Jedi would call it Battle Meditation though it's form savage and guttural by comparison to example in their past collectives.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

OBJECTIVE - Peel back the layers!
POST - Nine
TAGS - Hraelga Nacht | Sarask Hiskt | Primarch Drek'ma | Xenomir |

Tathra's upper torso anchored right, head rearing around to face Drek'ma. Three Jedi stood, defending against the lightning strikes igniting from the hand of the Primarch. The Titan swatted the closest soldier with the butt of his Axe, knocking him down and off the edge of the Coliseum; moving to engage the three Jedi Knights. No doubt their random arrival wasn't so random. Tathra had had his fair share of assassination attempts and strike squads sent his way. This was no different. Tathra shifted into a two handed grip, standing beside the Primarch.

"Leave these insects to me." He spoke with a calm determination, reassuring the Primarch that he was required elsewhere in the Coliseum.

The Jedi seemed to strangely appreciate not being under the assault of lightning for a moment, but as the Primarch teleported away; Tathra flashed through his vision modes, not all to surprised to find two additional Jedi, cloaked by the force. He grinned, staring right at the two cloaked Jedi; their heat signatures clear as day. They looked between each other, seemingly unsure of their cloaks effectiveness.

"I see you, little Jedi." Tathra growled low in their own language, but loud enough they could hear him. All five seemed to freeze, if only for a moment. The Jedi closest to him ignited the other-end of his double blade, taking a step forward.

 

[Kad]

Post: Four
Objective: Onions
Tags - People

Turning the corner, the Elite fired off two spiker rounds into twin unsuspecting snipers, a kukri greeted the throat of their protective guard. It seemed only as if those up to had the protection of Jedi. He'd never fought one, not personally. Part of him didn't wish to, but most Elite Zealots had. Gredak consistently felt as though the others of his ranks believed his promotion to be a farce.

He would prove them all wrong. He'd find his Jedi.

Gredak kept moving, darting through the lower levels of the Coliseum. He only ever slowed down when he heard commotion. Gredaks eyes grew wide as he heard the hum of a lightsaber, the sounds of Savage Drones and a handful of panicked screams and blaster fire. When the excitement died down, Gredak turned the corner with his Rifle raised. There was blood everywhere, three dead Savage Drones cut to pieces and a Squad of soldiers torn apart. By the railing, the Jedi sat as the last remaining soldier applied a Bacta stim.

The adrenaline shot up at the sight of the Jedi, not quite yet realising that the fight was already finished for this particular force wielder. When the Soldier attempted to rise, Gredak fired off a singular shot for his face, the Spike took off his jaw. The body collapsed as Gredak lowered his Rifle, looking on at the Jedi.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

OBJECTIVE - Peel back the layers!
POST - Ten
TAGS - Primarch Drek'ma | Hraelga Nacht | Sarask Hiskt | Xenomir |

He looked to his fellow Jedi, emerald eyes staring into their own, with a nod he looked back at the red monster.

"Don't listen." He looked on with no fear. Tathra recognised him as more Warrior than peacemaker. A welcome change from the mewling cowards he had eviscerated moments before.

Tathra dashed toward them, releasing his Shield at the last moment as the double-bladed Knight struck for his arm. Tathra slammed the Shield into the Knight, pushing low and swinging his arm upward - throwing the Jedi further away, as the Compact Shield rose above his waist, Tathra swung low from left to right, holding the Long-Axe at the bottom of the mid-lengh; releasing a powerful kinetic blast just as the Knight landed upright three metres behind his comrades. Watching as the two closest motioned to defend against the physical Axe but were thrown across the Coliseum rooftop by the kinetic blast, one killed - the other dangling off the edge.

The two cloaked Jedi moved in, both seemed to be carrying Pike-Sabers, the first struck for his neck, Tathra retracted the Compact Shield; raising the Long-Axe to meet the Jedi's blade, he had strength, he had leverage. It was simple. Tathra hooked the saber under the Axe, bringing it down and into his fellow Jedi Shadow's blade, immediately pulling back on the upper-length of the Axe as he thrust the pommel into the Jedi's face, knocking him down hard, flat on his back - the horrible crack of his skull cementing his death as blood oozed from his cracked skull.

The other was disarmed as well, opaque eyes flickered to the incoming Jedi he had so recently thrown aside with his shield, the other he'd knocked over the edge with his kinetic blast were also recovering.

 

[Xenomir]

OBJECTIVE - Peel back the layers! (Like ogres)
POST - IV
Tags - Tathra Khaeus | Kad | Sarask Hiskt | Hraelga Nacht | Hrajlmak'Natok | Xenomir | Zaerac Krex

To their allies it was a song of conviction, instilling within them boosted the morale, stamina, and overall battle prowess as if they were fresh upon the fields of conflict once more. To his foes the sensation similar to a strong sudden gale of frozen winds was passing over their bare form. Enhancing their aches, pains, doubts & exhaustion began to creep up within the enemy ranks. Only those that had training in resisting such things would be able to combat the affects... and this is what Xenomir was banking on. Three could be sensed near their chief along with one or two stragglers here or there. It was the presence that had remained hidden up till just moments ago that finally caught his attention, pinged upon like a object upon radar they had been revealed.

It was surrounded by others, of whom, he felt no presence yet it was like a mask had been pulled over them covering them from detection. Regardless their position was also an oddity as it was moving seemingly below the main battle. "Well well well, that's an interesting development." Spitting to the side out of disgust of the cowardly tactic, frowning he began rushing over the complex searching for an hidden underground entrance. If the presence had the ability to hide from both the Primarch and the Chieftain, they must hold some talent indeed. They SHALL be his trophy this day and no one elses!

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

OBJECTIVE - Peel back the layers!
POST - Eleven
TAGS - Primarch Drek'ma | Xenomir | Hraelga Nacht | Sarask Hiskt |

Releasing the Axe into his dominant hand, Tathra kicked out with right leg at the disarmed Jedi, turning his back to the two incoming foes; the full brunt killed him almost immediately - his body hurdling off the edge. Immediately, Tathra activated his Compact Shield as his two fresh opponents drew close.

The double-blade carrying Jedi side-stepped out of the way of the thrust of Tathra's Shield; spinning his double-bladed lightsaber into a downward strike at Tathra's abdomen. Tathra backed up, the glancing blow carving a fresh mark in his armour. The Jedi carried through with the momentum of his successful blow, moving closer to strike again with the other blade. He was putting himself between the other Jedi and Tathra. Exactly where the Titan wanted him.

Tathra swung low with his Axe, blocking the strike. Redirecting it away as his Compact Shield retracted, Tathra smacked the double blade out of his grasp, backhanding the Jedi through the air. The Shadow slid under his brethren, thrusting the Pike saber into Tathra's waist, striking through an opening in his armour. Fear filled the eyes of the Shadow as it did little more than aggravate the Titan.

Tathra grasped the saber in his right hand, snapping it in his grasp, throwing the Shadow to the floor as he stomped on his chest - meaning to crush it.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Onions
Post: 8
Tags - Tathra Khaeus

"As you wish, Sire."

With not a second longer wasted, the Primarch eyes finally closed - teleporting to the other side of the Coliseum wall behind a duo of Snipers. Drek'ma spun the Staff between his hands, bringing his right hand below his left as he swung the pommel of the staff across into the Snipers weapon, knocking it from his hand.

The second managed to fire a shot off, but quickly the Primarch thrust forward, releasing an explosive force of energy directly into his face - throwing him to the ground with a burnt and rotted exterior. The other rose with a knife in hand, rushing the Primarch.

Drek'ma swung wide, using the range of the Staff against his opponent; releasing a concentrated blast of lightning from his hand, the Sniper screamed as Drek'ma's eyes grew wider with delight.