Junction Distant Hostile | Skirmish at Firrerre | TB+Hast , EE + Firrerre

[Sethrak]

Post: 2
Objective: Into the Fray!
Tags: Osam
Enemies: The E.E.

The Warlock stumbled as a fresh wave of pain befouled his mind. It had been sparked by the intense light revealed when he exited the wrecked ship. Light from the sky, and light from battles as explosions and blaster fire in the distance erupted as bright orange dots in the Drael's blurred infrared vision. He blinked several times, pausing to regain his focus from the pain. Then with a deep breath he looked around and observed the battlefield. They were in an urban area, but combat was scattered throughout the area.

The Warlock activated his communication stone and spoke, "Drael, this is the Warlock Sethrak. Where am I needed?"

The young aerevalin still didn't know who they were fighting, or where exactly they were. While it didn't matter, he still wanted to know. At the least he could know what to expect when he reached the fighting. He wondered if this was just a chaotic battle, or if the Bryn had a plan. All in good time. He thought, walking slowly toward the fighting. Once he knew where to go he would rush there but until then he would at least get closer.

The pain had eased off everywhere except his head, which still pounded, possibly worse than it had been earlier. The pain caused him to call out to The Force, partially numbing the pain, and partially searching and repairing any damage. He wasn't a healer. It wasn't his strong point at all, however he could heal some minor wounds. The light healing was a large relief, but the pain remained. He'd need a healer after the battle. Until then he'd just have to ignore it as he could.

With his wits more about him, he waited for his orders, ready to fight and kill whoever he needed to.

 

[Keldothera]

Post: One
Allies: Galak | Tathra Khaeus |
Proximity: Sethrak |

The Kukri rammed into the soldiers chest, his arm held tight in Kelda's grasp as she threw the soldier aside. That one had gotten close, too close. They wouldn't make that mistake again but, the enemy forces were pushing hard. Kelda picked up the Kraker from the ground, firing off two shots. The two long bolts cracked into the ground beneath the approaching forces, her forces retreating momentarily as the Grenadiers on her side did the same, mimicking her actions before taking cover.

The defenders made the mistake of assuming they had the advantage, rushing forward over the trapped ground. Kelda dropped into cover, releasing the trigger of her Kraker.

"Now!" She called out.

All across the immediate battlefield, the Kraker bolts exploded underfoot of the enemy force - many lost limbs whilst others were completely vaporised.

"Heavies!" Immediately, the Juggernauts opened fire with their Triads as they made a full push forward with the Drones and Savages at their back.

That was when she saw the approach of a Warlock, he looked wounded but he would be useful all the same. There was urgency to his step, maybe he had fallen behind? She didn't care. He'd been at Kreeta and Ankhypt, she could use the Warriors skill.

"Warlock! To me!"

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Three
Objective: Defend
Location: Centre courtyard [Just beyond Bryn defence line.]
Engaging: Ingrid L'lerim |
Equipment: Armour | Shield | Axe |
Beast: Dreddikkast

The grasp was futile, ineffective against the sorceress - she used the force to project a counterforce. Tathra waited to see what came next as the Sorceress did as expected, conjured; red smoke blossomed from thin air, forming into some sort of red crowned humanoid form. Even as the chaos ensued all around them, the Dreddikkast flew overhead - its use of the force assisting the Titan with battle meditation. That coupled with his own mental resistance made the fear of the Demon ineffectual, but that did not change the deadly nature of its physical apparition.

The smoke demon came at him, launching itself toward him as the Sorceress prepared her weaponry. Tathra darted backward as the demon came from him, screaming into his face with a deafening shriek that echoed from inside his own head. The predatory effects of its nature still bound to him, even with its fear curbed. The demon slashed at him, the Axe swinging in concisely at its right arm - the blade severing the smoke limb as it fell to the ground, dissipating. In the same motion, the Titan grasped for its throat; his hand passing through the smoke as it lurched upward and struck with its remaining arm at his head.

The right gauntlet moved in a blur of speed, catching the downward strike as he thrust upward from the left - his dominant paw grasping the Axe as he impaled the smoke demon upon its seething crimson blade.

 

[Sethrak]

Post 3
Tags: Keldothera
Objective: Help Keldothera

No response came from the communication stone, however just ahead of him Sethrak saw General Keldothera engaged along with her Drael. Sure enough she called out to him as he approached. Now he had an objective. He turned his walk into a jog, his jog became a run, and finally his run became a sprint as he rushed toward the Bryn forces. He decided that he wouldn't ask many questions, it would be shameful if the General saw him confused as he was now. Beyond that, it was unnecessary knowledge. He would see the foe soon enough. Until then, he'd prepare for the worse and hope for the best.

The worse would be Sith, Jedi, or other Force users, while the best would be droids or militia troops. Either way he was confident that he could endure whatever they had for him. He had endured so much in seemingly every battle. It would be nice to fight one where he didn't get injured or have to throw everything he has at the foe. Soon that day would come. He would grow his abilities more, and then nothing would challenge him. Besides, he always seemed to be unlucky. Many battles were fine until something extreme happened...such as a falling building, or a wrecked transport. In this case, a wrecked ship and a concussion were his setbacks.

It was a shame that he would fight with such a pain in his head, but it wouldn't stop him. He had reached the general and her forces. He barked out a quick question to her, "General. How can I assist?"

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Empress Regent of the Eternal Empire, Overlord of the Eternal Empire, the Emperor's hand, Lord Commander
The Red Witch; The Night Queen, Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Firrerre Capital, Firrerre
Equipment: Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Striith vibrosword | G1 OmniLink || Shield talisman | Taozin amulet | Healing amulet | Empyrean gland | Soul
Writing with: Tathra Khaeus

The battle between the demon, the man, and the monster told the woman much more than she had hoped. The Overlord knew exactly that she was sending the creature to death again, so it was kind of a test for her to see what the other two were capable of. What to expect during the fight. The creature roared and the transformation ceased. It was all like a Force scream at first, but she was pretty much beginning to realize that the creature was encouraging the man in some way. And she saw something like that in one thing. Battle meditation?

She reached into the Force and this time began to examine the creature, not the man. The Force was firmly circulating around it as she would have touched the other's mind, greeted by the usual protection that is customary of the Force Users. That's great! This came in really handy for her, even if most of them would have been at an even greater disadvantage at the time. However, Ingrid was confident that she could turn this “unfortunate” circumstance to her advantage.

The demon's arm fell to the ground at that moment and turned to smoke, and Titan continued to fight. It was the perfect time for the woman to pay attention to the creature. Although she preferred to fight blade-to-blade during fights, or to be able to “play” a soldier normally, she could be neither an assassin nor a soldier today, she had to be a sorcerer today to win. What happened next was grateful to Scherezade deWinter .

She reached out to the Force again, focusing on the Dreddikkast while concentrating and trying to steal the creature's emotions. Quite precisely those from whom it gained its courage at the present moment and those who nurtured its fighting spirit. The red-haired woman tried to steal it all, leaving only one shy and helpless big creature left, which would produce a very interesting result in this situation.*


* Emotional Theft, Ingrid’s own Force ability, with which she can take the emotions of others and give them back if she wants to.
In Nessa’s case, the effect was indefinite, so Scherezade couldn’t feel anger until she regained that stolen emotion months later.
But the effect is PC dependent anyway, it may not have worked, it may be as long as in the case of Nessa, or even after this thread the emotions will return. So if she succeeds, it’s up to you how long it lasts.

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[Keldothera]

Post: Two
Allies: Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Tathra Khaeus
Proximity: Sethrak

The General moved closer to the Warlock as he reached them, allowing him her perspective as she pointed to a advancing force up ahead. The Bryn were holding their ground, but they needed to do more than just hold it. They'd have to fight back the Eternals as well, this wasn't going to be pretty. The priority was to keep the ship safe, and that meant pushing the Firrerre military back.

"I need you take a squad and flank their advance." Kelda pointed to a series of buildings on the other side of the street, a solid position to hold down.

"Hold down that position and we'll catch them in the crossfire when they come close." The General didn't have time for answer, it was no request it was a command. She turned to her forces, organising her forces.

The Warlock would get a team of four, two minors and a heavy and grenadier each. The General would hold them here, taking the Splitter into her hands as she opened fire with the anti-material rifle.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

POST: II
OBJECTIVE: Defend & Rescue
LOCATION: Central courtyard, heat of the battle
ALLIES: BRYN | Keldothera (in proximity) | Sethrak (in proximity)
ENEMIES: EE | Open to engaging up to 3 enemies at once
EQUIPMENT: In Signature | Five grenade-sized Refined Dramedius Prime Ore Shells | Driller Submachine Gun | Equipment on other Zealots varies
UNITS: Zealot Elite Squad (Krarolk, Abvor, the Zealot Commander)

"Forty!" yelled the Commander as she ripped out and tossed aside the stomach of another soldier.
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Krarolk was six kills behind his Commander, but two ahead of Abvor. As he searched for a new victim amidst the urban sprawl, his gaze suddenly fell upon a familiar figure. It was a Drael known as Keldothera, a distinguished General who had played a major role in the recent Byrn'adul conquest of fourteen systems. As expected of the General, she led directly from the front lines, scoring several kills of her own. Perhaps if she were to join the killing game, there would finally be competition for their Commander, and her winning streak would be brought to a halt. But more importantly, moving to the General's side would ensure that she would live to continue to lead the Bryn armies to greater victories.

"General Keldothera is nearby!" called Krarolk. "Shall we join her? Perhaps you can finally have a worthy rival in the killing game, Commander."

"I doubt that would work out well for her." replied the Commander, though the fanged grin spreading across her face betrayed her true intent.

"I'll cover us, let's move over." concluded Abvor.

He tossed three of his ten grenade-sized Refined Ore Shells twenty meters forwards, in the general direction of the enemy vanguard. Then, he launched a special bolt from his Spitter Utility Bow fitted with a sharpened end of raw Dramedius Prime Ore instead of steel. It landed between the three Shells and shattered, shards of ore releasing gas as they scattered around the Shells. Once the gases made contact with the ore within the Refined Shells, they simultaneously detonated, creating an explosion large enough to destroy the foundations of a nearby five-story building, which then collapsed. The resulting rubble and debris not only made visibility more difficult for the enemy, but also crushed numerous soldiers within the small forwards unit.

In the meantime, the trio rushed between buildings, firing erratically into the debris until they arrived at the General's main formation.

"Greetings, General." called the Zealot Commander, representing the entire Zealot Elite squad. "Would you like to join us in a killing game as we support your advance? It's a great way to pass time, and shouldn't be too much of a distraction."

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[Tranquility]

1 - Sentience
1-Vison's Might
1 squadron of SDS-1 "Scarab"
9 squadrons Taera Class Swarm Drones (x)

Targets: Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Tathra Khaeus | @Keldothera| Krarolk T'manu | Sethrak
Objective: Shock and Awe
The fighters went down for another strafe, the SDS-1 "Scarab" opened up mini lasers upon the Byrndal. The lasers peppering the battle field. Then the real threat hit, the Swarms of drones (x) let loose their Vindicator XM-15 "Brilliant" Missile's ,Their sentience aiming towards the hardened defenses and masses of enemy. The Air support was doing their job It was time to let the enemy realize their mistake. Meanwhile in space there was the ships in stealth, Monitoring the space around the planet coordinating with anyone with a working comm device and on their side coordinates and the battlefield sit rep that applied to them. This was the command center, the place that gathered and dispersed knowledge and guided the empire towards their enemy's destruction.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Two
Tags: Tathra Khaeus | Galak | Sethrak | @
Enemies: TBD
Objective: Defend the crash-site

The Primarch heard the call, and now he sent out a telepathic message to the rest of the leaders of the Bryn'adûl warriors.

The Dredge rise!

The order had been given, and with a thought the Dredge all across the battlefield had began to move toward the surface. Massive pronged arms would explode from the edges of the roads, out from under the defenders forces as multiple pronged arms would act as bridges for Drones rushing out from within. Hundreds of drones, pouring out from the underground alongside dozens of Juggernauts. Heavies, carrying Triad Guns.

The native forces were caught in the crossfire, demolished by overlapping fire as the Juggernauts would begin to move forward under the guise of the Primarch and the Generals. The Primarch turned his attention away from the battle at the moment, stepping back inside the shield dome as he moved to the Artificers.

"Artificer, how go the repairs?" The Primarch asked, turning to the Artificer shipwright.

"Primarch, we are doing the best we can. The repairs will not take much longer."

"Good. Sustain the shield, and we'll be gone from here soon enough."

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

"Monsters?.." Her brows furrowed. "What for?" Not that it mattered. Whether or not the Eternal Empire was in danger didn't matter to her. She wanted it dismantled and destroyed. Especially after everything that has happened thus far. And if monsters were going to do it for them and for her, well, all the better.

"I got this, doc. Don't worry."

Lori took Kalic Daws by the arm and started to guide him back to where she had the Jaster's Sparrow parked. "I wasn't expecting to be flying out of battle, just yet. But when you gotta go, you gotta go! I'll send a thank-you card to the monsters later." It wasn't going to be time for the Jaster's Sparrow to retire just yet. But soon...

 

[Kalic Daws]

Kalic looked at Lori, sighing a little when she asked why. How was he supposed to tell her how he knew, and that he didn’t know this. He looked around, not sure what to say at first until he finally got some words out.

“I... I don’t know. I can’t see why, only that they are....” He looked down again, feeling a hand on his arm as his fellow Rebel guided him to her ship. As he saw the ship, he smiled. A way out. Nice! He gave it a quick look over at Lori spoke up, at least until he gripped his head again, letting out a pained yell before..... He wasn’t in the hanger. He was at some base shoot at.... No. No no no. He was shoot at... his friends. No. That couldn’t be right! “No!”

He was back in the hanger, looking around startled before seeing the ship. “W-we need to get moving.”

Loreena Arenais-Valhoun

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

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Location: Central Courtyard, Southwest Side of Carrier.
Objective: Withstand the Enemy Forces | Protect the Carrier
Forces: x2 Ashaka Battlemasters (Ignore the Necromancy, Not a Thing.) |
Gear: Model A - Verikast Drone Armor | Barricas Oil | Superior Restoration Mutagen | Barad Kukri | x4 Barad Impact Grenades |
Allies: Tathra Khaeus | Galak | Sethrak | Keldothera | Primarch Drek'ma | Osam | Krarolk T'manu
Enemies: Open - N/A

Mogdam focused on the manifest, checking through before the first bolt of fire could be heard in the distance. He grunted, the frustration of a loss overtaking him. The first Sraelvun that he locked eyes with, got the brunt of his anger.

"You there!" Mogdam yelled, towering over the meaty whelp. "The manifest shows thirty-two and sixty-five were on board, why aren't they on the ship!?" Mogdam raised his voice, the infliction of his voice forcing a long exhale from his inner reptilian nose.

The Srael ripped around, the towering Aeravalin focing the answer out of him in mere seconds. If there was one thing Srael knew, it was there place among the other talented and respected Draelvasier. It was the best way to keep order. The only way to keep such a primitive seperation of primal creatures in order. It was a necessary caste system that still allowed Sraelvun to rise, some of which even holding the title of Risen. Much like that of the most impressive Srael to spark respect throughout other groups of the Drael, Osam . None of that mattered though, not when a lonely Srael could be directed and commanded by those of a higher status. Even with little resentment the Srael had, they stayed in line and this one did too.

"It...Well, the crates split out from the hull when the carrier took a hit. The last known location Ashaka Mogdam..." The bulky Srael, shifted his feet, rushing to the nearest stone pressing into the mainframe of the ship. Small lights of blinking red came to life as the Srael touched the tiny stone tech. A small tablet based screen pinpointing a few locations. The Sraelvun engineer grinned, the distance wasn't ideal, but he told Mogdam anyway. "233 Meters, Southwest from here." The Srael turned around. "Mogdam, our tech scanners picked up a few clips on the way down during the crash. We were lucky, if you send them to the crates we lost, there is an outpost-" Gunfire cut off the engineer. Some slugs slipping through the barrier by sheer luck. The streaming bullet slammed into the metal casing of the carrier, but to no avail. "You could be sending them straight at the enemy!"

Mogdam shook his head, it was a difficult decison to make. Even now they faught the Eternal Empire, cornered like rats. The supplies were too important and he made the call.

"Sylok, Frendak." Mogdam's voice was stern, the usual smoothness of his voice lost to a raspy tone. "The cargo for Chiron is two-hundred and thrity-three meters out!" Mogdam continued to tap lightly on the smooth circular pebble. A voice comm for all Drael. "Leave us, retrieve the package, be wary brothers the enemy rests at our goods as well. I will hold the line!" Mogdam said it all with hope and pride.

The Sraelvun looked up at him, a light smile reaching the whelps face. Even he knew they would make it out alive.
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[Eskk Jannik]

Post: I
Equipment: DC-15x Sniper Rifle, Purple Lightsaber, DL44 Blaster Pistol
Objective: Defend EE landing forces.
Allies: EE
Enemies: N/A

The distress call had come over the holonet. The Capitol Ship Eskk was stationed aboard had been one of the first to arrive at Firrerre. The destruction was visible even from up in space. There was a black stain on the planet where a meteor had impacted. Bug ships were everywhere up here. Eskk made his way to the hanger where his ship was stationed. The light blue Tie Reaper stood out against the uniform black of the Imperial ships.

Eskk climbed into the cockpit and powered the ship up. "Control," he said into the communicator, "this is Major Eskk Jannik requesting departure."

"Affirmative Major," a voice responded, "you are clear to proceed." Eskk eased the ship out of the hanger into the warzone outside the ship. Bug fighters were harassing the transports carrying troops from the ship to the ground.

Eskk switched his targeting computer on and went to work. He wasnt a particularly skilled pilot, but he could hold his own. Now he was behind one of the bug ships.

The image of the ship danced around his targetting computer as it tried to lock on. Lasers and whatever the bug ships fired filled the void above and below him. The targetting computer chimed signalling that it had finally locked on to the bug ship in front of him.

Eskk pulled down on the trigger and his ships cannons burst to life. Womp womp womp womp was the sound they made as Eskk fired. He could see the first few shots connect and burn away at the think substance of the bug ship.

It immediately tried to move away from the fire but Eskk stayed on its tail. Womp womp womp womp, the cannons continued. "This is Major Jannik to all Eternal Empire fighters. Our objective is to defend the landing craft until reinforcements arrive on the ground. The empress is down there. Let's send these bugs packing."

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 4
Obj: Flank The Eternal Empire
Tags: Keldothera
Foes: Anyone that wants to dance

Sethrak nodded as the General resumed her fire on the enemy forces. He had his orders. With him now were four Drael, a Grenadier, a heavily armed baedurin, and two minors. It wasn't much, but the Bryn didn't have forces to spare and the building would provide excellent cover. With a simple change of what would normally happen when the Bryn take and defend an area, these four Drael would be a real threat to the enemy rather than a thorn in their sides.

He would send the minors to the building closest to the General. They would fire and make the enemy focus on them. Meanwhile the heavy Baedurin would wait outside for any enemies that assault the building up close. If they did, or if the foes exposed their flank, he would unleash his heavy weapons on them. Finally, Sethrak and the grenadier would get as close to the foe as they could and wait for the right moment to unleash. The enemy would face a falling sky as grenades fell upon them like raindrops.

And so they would. He had the plan and the men, now it was time to execute it. They would need to be swift if they were to time it correctly. Keldothera was depending on them for her own plan to work.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Four
Objective: Defend
Location: Centre courtyard [Just beyond Bryn defence line.]
Engaging: Ingrid L'lerim |
Equipment: Armour | Shield | Axe |
Beast: Dreddikkast

The smoke demon churned into steam, scattering as Tathra slashed outward with his Axe; severing the lower body from the upper in a single swing. The smoke demon was dead, but that had only been a distraction. The Sorceress used the force to disrupt the link between him and the Dreddikkast, for whatever reason her powerful telepathic skills were nearly entirely severing the meditative link.

All the same, he didn't need the Dredd's help.

In the sky above, the Dreddikkast would fight back telepathically; halting the robbing of its emotions or courage, not allowing the force to warp its fear into some consuming force. But it did cause its other abilities to falter. The Dredd retreated mentally in upon itself, attacking enemy vessels and high-rise forces with its razor sharp appendages - indeed rather than helping Tathra it was doing everything it could to break the Sorceresses concentration.

But it wouldn't have to.

With a single one handed swing of his Axe, a powerful bright explosion of raw red energy broke out from the ruby blade of the Titan's axe in a firing arc that mimicked his swing - blasting toward the Sorceress at incredible speed.

He had tricks too.

 

[Shani]

Nameless
Private

Equipment: Hersir MK. I Military Attire | KC-77N Hybrid Pistol | Lucius-pattern Bayonet
Location: Ingrid L'lerim | Salis at Firrerre capital.
Eternal empire: Ingrid L'lerim | Salis | Tranquility | Kalic Daws | Loreena Arenais-Valhoun
Byrnadul: Tathra Khaeus | Sethrak Sethrak | Ostak Cl'mana | Krarolk T'manu | Osam | Sylok'Vanari | Argaloth | Keldothera

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Opponent: Osam | Open

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I nodded silently to the Overlord before she go away, like a ghost, and after look at the Major.
“Thank you the advise Major. I never met these creatures before so I will more careful” I say it calm and after watch the creatures.

Slowly look around, watch the smoke and other light stuffs to I can see the direction of the wind. After this I check the ground and the spots where I can cover and sneak closer to these creatures, but I check If I can find some higher ruin old other stuffs where I can climb up.
Slowly start sneak to that direction to the wind bring to me their smell and not the other way. I don’t know how good their smelling, but I don't want check this on the other way. I have only less new weapons at the moment, but far enough to start a fight, and if the range goes a lil too close then come that way what I did a tons of times. Only different, to this is a lil bigger “arena”, but the rules are the same. So only another day when I feel the breath of the Death on the back of my neck. Nothing new.

I go quick from cover to cover and try find a higher spot to I can check the movements, and pick a target. I watch one, and he ( Osam ) looks big. I try stay covered, and watch his movement, and how many other creature around here. I don’t want get a bullet from that gun, so I can try hit his weapon with my pistol and maybe it get malfunction. Or I can go closer and jump up him. Not too many chance and both of them mean to other opponent will join this lil fight.

I get a deep breath and after try sneak behind him from cover to cover so close as I can without somebody see or smell me.

If I can do this without problem, I look around again and If he is alone or others don’t see to my way. I draw my bayonet, slap back my ears and jump out from my cover to I can charge him with big leaps to I get more speed. If he see or hear me, I randomly turn my direction left or right to he can’t aim too.
If I can go enough close, my first goal is to cut his weapon holding hand. Of course without to I meet the effective side of the gun or with his fist or elbow, so I try jump away if he try attack me, use my reflexes. I dont thinking what will next or what can we do or not. I am only calm and react his movement to I can reach my first goal.

If the things go wrong I have another chance to fight, but If he know my race I will have problems.

 

[Osam]

Objective: Defense
Equipment:
Kukri
Verikast Drone Armor
Assault Carbine
Pulverizer Sidearm
Tag: Shani

Picking off targets at range had proved to be an effective enough strategy. Whatever enemies hadn't noticed the squad were easily dispatched with a single round from their firearms, and whichever ones had been made aware of their presence still needed to creep forward slowly in order to get within range to utilize their own tools. The occasional counter-sniper naturally presented themselves, wounding or slaying a member of the squad hither or thither with their own instruments of bloodshed before meeting similar fates from the remaining band.

The Major found himself moving away from the squad for the sake of avoiding such enemy marksmen. Spreading the group more would mean that fewer of them would be immediately within the sights of a foe, and the harder it was to slaughter multiple Sraelvun the better. In terms of sheer distance, none of them were particularly far from one another, but different portions of the vessel they were defending and outcroppings of rubble and debris from their sudden landing meant that they were out of one another's vision.

Perhaps one of the worst issues involved in the act of long-range warfare was the focus that it required from its user. Osam was not a trained sniper by any means, and so he took several seconds to line up each of his targets across the battlefield, and while he'd been flash-trained to understand the basics of combat, there were some nuances that could only be learned through raw experience. The gravity of different worlds pulled at rounds differently, and the atmospheres could be thicker or thinner, leading directly to a greater or lesser degree of friction and wind resistance. All of these things called for his attention as he operated his grim work, not taking notice of the increasingly close figure as it stalked ever nearer.

Of course, he had not survived a decade of nigh constant war by being ignorant of his surroundings, and incapable of adapting to situations as they unfolded. The steps were quiet, but that was evidence enough - Draelvasier were large and bulky beings by birth, and they very rarely walked with such gentle strides. He spun upon his heel a moment before the alien drew close, were it not already mid-slash, he might've attempted to blow it apart with his firearm, but the glint of the blade in its hand drew his attention. Faced with the threat of immediate damage, he swung wildly with his carbine, attempting to create distance in the process with the bulky tool, the cutting tool gashing into the firearm in the process.

He drew back a step - two, and raised his carbine. The click of the trigger was immediate... the silence deafening as the damaged device refused to send forward one of its devastating rounds. Had the loading mechanism been damaged with such a single strike? The hybrid threw the hefty carbine overhand towards the feline, attempting to catch it off guard with the broken gun. Trying to catch a weapon utilized by the giants of the Bryn'adul was something taxing for humanity, and he didn't doubt the beast before him would be knocked to the floor if it tried.

A slick movement brought his Zealot's Kukri to his hand, the blade given to him long ago as a gift to mark his proficiency over his lesser brethren. Its raspy cry for blood as it left the sheath was easily perceived, and it yearned clearly for conflict. Osam did not intend to leave it disappointed, and with a sudden movement he lashed out at the mid-section of the feline, attempting to disembowel it in a swift strike.

 

[Keldothera]

Post: Three
Allies: Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Tathra Khaeus
Proximity: Krarolk T'manu | Sethrak
Equipment: Splitter | Shredder

The Warlock took the forces she had to spare to flank, and now the advancing force was coming ever closer to their next line of planted Kraker magazines. It'd blow them all to hell and over if they were successful, all that was required was no further distractions.

In the sky above, enemy ships were opening fire on Ra'maks and the Shield Dome itself, Galak and the Primarch would have to deal with that. The General slid back into the trench they'd made, using her helmet-linked communication stone to contact both.

"Someone get a handle on our air forces, they've broken through our defence lines." She didn't have time to hear a reply as she was interrupted by the approach of Zealots. Waltzing around like they weren't in the middle of a warzone.

A second later, their Kraker traps went off - killing several dozens of approaching enemies, tanks and infantry. Their offer to play a game was.. frustrating, but as a General she'd learnt to deal with the flippant attitudes of the Elite.

"I think not, Zealot Commander. Do your duty, let me do mine."

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Empress Regent of the Eternal Empire, Overlord of the Eternal Empire, the Emperor's hand, Lord Commander
The Red Witch; The Night Queen, Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Firrerre Capital, Firrerre
Equipment: Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Striith vibrosword | G1 OmniLink || Shield talisman | Taozin amulet | Healing amulet | Empyrean gland | Soul
Writing with: Tathra Khaeus

Luckily, her plan was successful, as the Smoke Demon occupied the Chieftain pretty well, and until then, the woman managed to steal the emotions that kept the other creature here. Anyway, she found that fighting monster interesting, very interesting. While it’s also true that Drealvasier itself was, and would have loved to know a thing or two about them after someone dissected them. It was not necessarily related to alchemy, she liked to know the enemy, outside, inside. To know how to fight them as effectively as possible. This was necessary for this.

And Titan apparently turned his attention back to Ingrid and attacked again with his axe, similarly to some red light effect. The woman did not dodge the red beam, only applied telekinetics, “raising” a shield in front of and around her to protect herself. Although she accounted for its strength because the axe slammed into it with a force similar to much stronger telectinics. The telekinetic shield “shattered,” though the shield was dimmed on the slam, but it still felt as if the woman had been kicked in the chest.

She immediately felt that several of her ribs were cracked or broken, she could not even rule out internal bleeding. From the blow, she flew against the wall, which collapsed because of it. Her head ruptured, she began to bleed, but she also immediately began to heal due to regeneration. The Overlord pushed the debris off the ground as well. She was a little dizzy, but it wasn't that awful. The head wound was already bleeding less, and in its current state she was most pleased with the regeneration. Now that she had really taken her weapons in her hands, it was time to start the fight more seriously.

The woman ran, trying to approach the man, her movement, fast, graceful, elegant, and yet death was there in every movement. It was like a predator. Thanks to her new body, it is even faster and stronger than before. Although it would have been striking only to humans, it was so much weaker compared to the Titan. So she had to rely on her own speed and dexterity. When she arrives at the man, try to cut in a place where his armour is visibly weaker or the fit is thinner, such as at the joint bends.

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[Eskk Jannik]

Post 2
Location: Capitol City, Firrerre
Equipment: Tie reaper DC-15x sniper rifle, lightsaber, DL44 Blaster Pistol
Writing with: Tathra Khaeus

As Eskk continued to engage the bug ships in orbit, a transmission came over the radio. "We need help down here," the frantic voice of some pilot declared. "There is some... thing destroying our landing craft. It's big and black and slicing us to bits..." The transmission cut out before the speaker was done. Most likely meaning the transport had been destroyed.

Eskk disengaged from the bug ship he was tailing and flew towards the atmosphere. "This is Major Eskk Jannik, "I'm going planet side. Request squadron of Reapers to follow." Eskk didnt wait for a response. His ship rocked and his shields flared as he flew threw the atmosphere, the heat of reentry blinded him temporarily.

His view, when he could see, was that of a wounded city. Plumes of smoke rose from the center of the city where something had impacted it. There was fighting going on in intermittent patches throughout the city. Somewhere down there the empress herself was fighting and imperial forces were trying to reach her.

Eskk didn't really care if the empress died or not, but it was his job to do everything he could to prevent that. Right now that meant dealing with the massive black creature that was hovering over the center of the city and cutting down the troop transports. Eskk didnt know what it was, only that it needed to die and it was his job to try and kill it.

Eskk accelerated towards the creature, closing the distance between his tiny ship and the massive creature. As he got closer he noticed that the creature seemed to be made out of wings and some black dagger like projections. Eskk decided the best strategy was a hit and run strategy, keeping some distance at all times. He flew towards the creature and opened up with his laser cannons. After several shots Eskk turned his ship away from the creature and looped around preparing to come in for another run.