Dominion Bryn'adûl | The Peeling of Kegan

[Tathra Khaeus]

OBJECTIVE - Peel back the layers!
POST - Twelve
TAGS -

The last ran toward him, hand extended. Tathra was no fool, he remembered the double blade was behind him. He feigned ignorance, shifting to impale the Jedi trapped under his boot; just as both came close, Tathra slashed the double-blade mid-air, his free hand grasping the Jedi as he leapt for his weapon.

The Jedi trapped in his paw struggled against his grasp. The Shadow under his foot wheezed through a punctured lung.

"Insects." He spat with vehemence, opaque aureate eyes watching as he slowly choked the life out of the Jedi Knight in his grasp. The Shadow under his foot murmured a soft no, starting to drown in his own blood.

Tathra held the Jedi's gaze as he squirmed, hands grasping at the Titan's fingers, legs kicking to no effect. Tathra held back a smile, growling through an exhale as he watched the Knights eyes fill with blood, his cheeks purple and thin.

"You fought well. Know that in death, you serve a better purpose." With that, Tathra applied a little more pressure and the Knights neck snapped.

The body fell on top of the broken Shadow as Tathra stood adjacent to the bodies, simply looking out over the Battlefield.

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective: Onyon
Tags: Tathra Khaeus / Primarch Drek'ma / Sarask Hiskt / Galak / nottaggingyouagain,meta / Xenomir / Hraelga Nacht
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Pillage, destruction, slaughter. Hrajlmak lead at the helm of Kegan's annihilation alongside such prominent figures as the Primarch, General Galak of the 10th and the Chieftain himself. This world was another in a quickly growing line of wasted husks. And Hrajlmak relished every second of it. The invasion of Kegan went blissfully smooth. Hrajlmak had dropped nearer the living circle, where the greatest concentration of Kegan's population resided. From there, himself, a vast army of drones and heavy artillery worked their way inward toward the gathering circle, leaving nothing but wasteland in their wake.

Hrajlmak arrived at the arena's walls moments after the other leaders descended upon it. Everything was coordinated. There was no room for mistake, even on a world so plainly without thought as Kegan. Hrajlmak and his drones scaled the walls into the arena while Rhivaks and Brumaks remained outside, shelling what life came to defend it from the outside.

Hrajlmak leaped down into the arena's stands. Where once this world sat to discuss life's movements, now they fought desperately to keep that life another moment longer. But they fought a losing battle. Hrajlmak sprinted full pace into a native militant, his momentum splintering the beings bones like a wet log to a hammer. A Jedi spun to face the noise. Hrajlmak didn't slow, instead using his momentum and speed to catch the Jedi off guard and swing his staff into the Jedi's reflex defense. Every movement came together in that one swing. The Jedi, a Noghri, probably having come to the neighboring Kegan for its defense, his blade was smashed aside like a fly. Upon contact Hrajlmak spun around, spewing an arc of flame as he rotated. The Noghri was engulfed, immolated without a chance. Hrajlmak lost control, rolled across the floor and leaped back to his feet, all in one high-speed action. The final battle in the arena raged on. Hrajlmak stood for a moment to breathe the air of carnage. Drones got to work, doing as the footmen do.

 

[Galak]

Post: Five
Objective: Onions
Tags: Hraelga Nacht | Hrajlmak'Natok | Tathra Khaeus | @

Galak moved into a crouch, firing with his automatic at the Jedi; applying pressure as the pain subsided. Galak moved to his feet, almost flippantly slashing a human soldier in half as he rushed at the Jedi, exchanging blows. The smaller Jedi Knight continued to redirect the blows, trying to turn his momentum against him.

The Brute wasn't getting through his defences, hacking at the Jedis defence. The force surged through him as he slid through Galak's offence, slashing at his knee. The Brute cried out in defiance, swinging wildly back and knocking the Jedi through the sand. A small distance between them. Distance was his advantage.

He threw the half-glaive at the Jedi, though intentionally too short. Just enough to get him to flinch, then Galak fired off a grenade from the under-barrel of his rifle. The Jedis reflexes allowed him to defend himself, though he was thrown back. Galak rushed close, pulling the Glaive from the sand. He launched himself toward the Jedi riddling him with spiker bolts as he thrust the blade into his face.

The Brute roared, victorious as he ripped the Glaive through the sand in a reversed grip, crushing the skull of the Jedi as his skin was wretched over his muscle, blood gushing out deep into the sand. Galak dashed forward, cutting through a dozen more - pain and adrenaline mixing into a berserker frenzy of death.

 

[Kad]

Post: Five
Objective: Onions
Tags - People

They were supposed to be legendary Knights, how could a few Drones kill a Jedi. It made no sense, at least not to him. Maybe they'd gotten a lucky blow. Gredak got closer, examining the wound of the gazing Jedi. It was his liver. Stim or no stim, he wasn't long for this realm. Gredak put the Spike rifle on his back, taking a Kukri into hand.

"I was hoping to fight you. A shame." Gredak was fluent in basic, not waiting for a response before he thrust the massive Kukri into the Jedis chest.

Gredak watched as the Jedis eyes grew wide, shock and pain contorted the muscles of his face for a moment as his heart finally stopped beating. His head slumped, chin burying in his chest as he let out a final gasp of air. Gredak ripped the Kukri from the Jedis chest with a horrible crunch. Gredak rose, looking down at the battlefield below.

It seemed as though General Galak was mopping up the remainder of the enemy forces below. Though he wasn't sure what was going on beyond the Coliseum but he had no doubt that the Bryn'adûl forces were moping up this petty planets populace.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Onions
Post: 9
Tags - Tathra Khaeus | Kad | Xenomir | Hraelga Nacht | Sarask Hiskt |

The Primarch spun on his heel, Staff striking outward at the approaching soldiers as dozens of white tendrils of life leeching tendrils exploded from the white orb; striking into their chests. The energy rejuvenated the Shaman as he extended his free hand left, firing lightning at the approaching Jedi, almost immediately overwhelmed and flung from the Coliseum heights.

Drek'ma turned, grasping the Staff in both hands - empowering his life draining energies as the bodies turned into husks, falling to the ground as any wounds sustained by the Primarch healed almost immediately.

When their bodies fell, Drek'ma returned his attention to the City beyond the Coliseum, large sections had been sunk entirely whilst others were buried in black smoke and fire. He could sense the contemplation of the Chieftain, he had no doubt been victorious. With a flash of white energy expended, the Primarch was a step behind the Titan.

"The Crusade goes well, Sire."

 

[Galak]

Post: Six
Objective: O N I O N P A C K
Tags - Hrajlmak'Natok | Hraelga Nacht | Tathra Khaeus |

The Brute roared, victorious as he ripped the Glaive through the sand in a reversed grip, crushing the skull of the Jedi as his skin was wretched over his muscle, blood gushing out deep into the sand. Galak dashed forward, cutting through a dozen more - pain and adrenaline mixing into a berserker frenzy of death.

Their numbers were dwindling under the hail of spiker fire and the clashing of blades. Blood covered the Brutes mask as he cut through dozens, one puny fleshbag after another. Galak slammed one into a pillar, thrusting his hand into its guts and tearing out the intestine. Galak activated his compact shield and arm mounted blades, blocking a grenade from a launcher, throwing the Glaive into his attacker - seemingly impaling him.

Galak spun into a slash with his wrist blades, cutting a man in three pieces at the rib cage and throat. Another approached swinging a vibrosword for his fingers, Galak caught the strike with his wrists, easily bashing away the sword and thrust his blades through the man; using him as a meatshield momentarily as he fired off the blades from his gauntlet into two moving foes, taking off limbs and putting done bodies.

He ran to his impaled victim, ripping the halved-glaive from the corpse as he gutted another, splitting him from stomach to throat, grabbing hold of the meat and flinging him into another victim before stabbing the blade through both.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

OBJECTIVE - Peel back the layers!
POST - Thirteen
TAGS - Primarch Drek'ma

His dominant hand rose, holding the Long-Axe in a reversed grip as he thrust it into the ground - firmly planting the weapon in the Sandstone. Allowing his hands some small respite, idle on either side. Opaque eyes studied the movements of his troops below, the use of the cavalry had been successful. An easy victory. But a efficient strategy, a different General would likely have cost them more time and flesh. The 10th Regiment fought ruthlessly in the crusade against his grand foe. True Draelvasier worthy of recognition.

Tathra exhaled, stretching his shoulders as he brought both hands together raising both arms as his right cusped his left; cracking the knuckles. When the fighting was finished, in truth Tathra did not long to be among his cohorts in celebration. He had things that needed doing, and he would take what free rest was available to him in his anechoic chamber at home. Or sleep, he felt tired. Drained. An undisturbed resting place would be appreciated, though Tathra knew he had no right to want for so much when the Bryn'adûl had such great requirements of him.

When the work was done, then he would rest. Until then, he had a Galaxy to restore. Just as he had come to terms with the inevitability of an interruption, one arrived. Drek'ma had returned, seemingly unscathed. The powerful Shaman stood a few steps bac from the Titan.

"Indeed. This world will be ours, Drek'ma. All of this, these wasted resources. We can put them to good use."

Tathra raised his Gauntlet, speaking into the communication piece.

"Bring down the Orkales. We're done here."