Campaign It Will Burn | TB Campaign of SJC held Dandoran, Nar Chunna, Nar Kreeta, Kintan & Klantooine

[Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir]

Reidun Amersis
The Little Girl, Zealot minor​

Location: Nar Kreeta, Outside the City
Equipment: 2x Barad kukri | The Bryn’adûl Pulverizer | Barad Special Operations Armour
Tag(s): Amaru Vusa

This battle was a kind of learning for her as well, the “little girl” was used to the fact that if she pushes someone against the wall with such force, that person usually dies, and this man seems to have not even felt it. She ruled out that because of the man's physiology, so it was left with the possibility that his armour was capable of all this. However, she found this very interesting, such an armour, that similar one, could be of use to them, they would be even more unstoppable.

For now, she was just watching what the other was going to do, how fighting he was after that, because Reidun couldn't see the injuries because of the armour. And that turned out to be a pretty big mistake. Because of this, it was time for the man to shoot, which she tried to dodge, but the shot still hit her. Not her knees because of the movement, but her thighs. The armour on the girl only partially protected the hit, so she felt the heat that hit her leg.

She had already started to run towards her opponent before the shot, so she stumbled upon her leg and even lost her balance for a moment due to the hit. On the one hand, her leg hurt when she stepped on it, and on the other hand, it was not so easy to regain her balance. However, she was moving at full speed in the direction of the man, who was only a few meters, that is, only a few steps away from her.

That's why, unless something happens, she'll hit the Jedi in a few moments…

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[Gianna Aegis]

Location: Outskirts [Bryn Crash Site]
Equipment: Astrea Robes | Heart of Aceso | Heaven's Wish | Heaven's Embrace | Sol & Astra
Allies: SJC
Enemy: Bryn
Tag: Tathra Khaeus
Objective: Halting the return of Tathra Khaeus to the battlefield.

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She didn’t expect the Bryn’adûl warrior to listen. Not fully. But he did stop and turn around at the sound of his native tongue pouring from an unexpected source. If looks could kill—She would have been dead ten times over. The Jedi Knight remained silent and still for a long time whilst the red-skinned creature made his evaluation. He did not gaze. He did not look. He evaluated. Assessed. Was she combat worthy? Was she a threat? A distraction? A trap?

Gianna couldn’t fault him for the suspicion, distrust, and hatred that emanated in ever-building waves. They were at war. He had invaded Nar Kreeta with an army of bloodthirsty zealots’ intent on claiming the land and eradicating the native populace. The Concord had solved half of his issue for him with the evacuations. Now? He only needed to overcome and dismantle the military effort. Rip them apart.

Piece by piece.

Just like he had torn apart his own men. Systematically, and without pause.

The longer they spent in silence the more she could see the gears turning in his head. His lengthy stare wasn’t for the better. It was an embittered standoff of will while the Draelvasier-leader seemed to be settling on a final decision. When he did—Her head tilted in soft puzzlement. He ordered her from his head, raw, with a breaking point beginning to illustrate itself in the very near future.

“I would if I could…But I am not.”

The foreign sounds that passed through her lips felt normal. She had spoken many a language that the human mouth and vocal cords should have resisted. It came naturally to her, as easy as breathing, and her experiences had only enhanced innate skill. The Force made the divide even smaller by bringing her that which she did not know. It was true. She could have spoken basic. Gianna was sure, somehow, that he was fluent. Yet—What she needed to say wouldn’t have the same context.

She had heard the desperation that his fallen brethren endured.

That couldn’t be replicated in basic.

His hatred rose with every passing second. It held the intensity of a newborn star and burned just as brightly. She had felt transient extremes of rage in the past but this was far beyond that. It was distinctive. He was a Chieftain with designs to purge these systems of life. He did not seek their belongings, their homes, or anything so unassuming, but demanded far more. Extermination. He rallied his people into a sweeping crusade against all that was not Draelvasier. Where this terror walked—Rivers of blood flowed like wine. Mothers cried for their younglings throughout the Western Reaches like a chorus of the damned. Gianna couldn’t help but hear it. So, could she also hear the response.

A mocking, choking laugh. Like nails to a chalkboard. A sneer, colored with blood-lust, while concurrently calling it weak. There was joy in the throes of a massacre. Joy—Because in that grotesque delight they had found the path to their truth. They were superior. This was their destiny.

To destroy. To kill—To annihilate with wanton abandon.

As her first wall shattered the Jedi took a step forward. Away from the crater, toward the monster, and perhaps a step toward her own demise. Within her hands, she held the kukri that she had found in the pit of the crash site. The black blood had started to dry and congeal but he would still be able to see it from afar. The weapon was much too large for her to even think about wielding properly. “I told you. I am not in your head, Titan.”

She twisted her grip and held the blade horizontally before her. As she did so and his frustration washed over her psyche, she rebuffed it with steadfast eyes that seemed unmoving. Unafraid. The flame-haired woman naturally emitted a delicate aura that had a way of bringing others the warmth, peace, and acceptance they spent an eternity trying to find. There was no judgment. No loss. It washed away sin and anxiety without thought. It wanted for nothing. It demanded nothing. Despite his suspicions, the Knight did not lie. If she was truly walking the halls of his mind? He would not suspect.

He would know.

“You left this behind.”

The kukri. There were many other weapons scattered about but this one called to her. Gianna couldn’t explain why. If he tried to continue onward, he would feel the hillside tremble once more as another wall wove itself into being to block his path. For each wall he destroyed—She brought forth another complication. Another hurdle. She would not allow him to bring the crashing venom he held down on the shell of a city that was Nar Kreeta. “For every obstacle you destroy, understand, that there will be another. You are wounded. You will tire in the wastes and the vultures will be your only company while they pick your bones. Where will your people be without you then?”

“Or. Perhaps the others were right. The ones you ripped through and left to rot and decay. Perhaps, you did bring them here to die.”

Her words were pointed, though, more than anything she seemed saddened. For the first time, jade eyes tore from the red-skinned Draelvasier and glanced down at the kukri. It sliced through flesh so easily. She shook her head slowly at the memory. Still fresh—Still brutal and indefensible. He ended the life of his own with the clap of his hands. A snap of the finger.

“They were yours. They belonged to you…Yet—You’ve forsaken them. Why?”

Spoiler: Summary

Still standing in Tathra's way. Still, sucks. He broke through the first wall she put up but she threw up another with a lot of hard truths. He hasn't attacked her yet and she won't be the aggressor.

 

[Amaru Vusa]

Location: Outskirts
Objective: Protect the City
Allies: SJO
Enemies: Brynadul, Engaging: Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir
Equipment: Jedi Battle Armour - Single Lightsaber - Light-Shield (right forearm)

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Once that lightsaber found its place in his grasp again, it burst to life brilliantly off to his side. The violet energy burning furiously as the nearly foot taller beast came charging at him.

Vusa's brown orbs saw the scarlet energy bolt that had lashed out at his opponent strike what could only assume to be their lower body. From that crouch he rose as quick as he could, twisting and spinning to the side of the wounded, stumbling beast as if he were a bullfighter, and slashed that violet beam of thrumming plasmatic energy across the back of Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir calves while tucking out of the way.

Part of him sought for the kill shot immediately, decapitation, but the part that won out was the not as lethal attempt at immobilizing their limbs. The creature had size over him, and he was certain another kick would do more than take his breath away if one found him in the same spot. So he made the proactive move to disable them altogether. Besides, surely even the Brynadul knew the age old adage of the bigger they are, the harder they fall.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 3
Objective: Get the heck away from this place (Marketplace)
Tags: Yula Perl Osam

Sethrak didn't even try to identify what was happening anymore. Droids, grenades, snipers, an all-out bombing run on the surface of the Marketplace, and artillery. What else could there possibly be? The situation of the marketplace was out of control. It seemed that the Jedi decided to make this the main battleground, while the Bryn assumed it'd be the city itself.

From his building just above the marketplace, he had been able to shoot down into the market, but now it seemed the Jedi had done everything they could possibly do to destroy the assaulting forces. The bombing-run had landed a critical hit on his building, and the constant barrage of sniper-fire, and surface forces as well as the artillery meant this building wasn't safe now. As for his squad of Bryn, their numbers didn't stop their slow disintegration. What had been a very significant amount of troops had slowly become just a handful of battered, tired, and under-supplied soldiers. It was obvious that they needed to retreat. This assault was over, the defenders were the victors. Any attempted attacks now are simply futile efforts to create the illusion that the Bryn were still capable of winning.

Sethrak wouldn't play that game. That was the game of Tathra Khaeus, launch an assault and forget about the casualties. He had pretended that the Bryn'Adûl were strong enough to launch this campaign. He was wrong, and it was a lie. The Bryn clearly couldn't win the marketplace, and if the Jedi threw this many troops at one strategic location, how many would they have at the main battle? Forget the marketplace, Sethrak would take his few remaining Drael to the city and hope that they could provide a victory to the Bryn.

"Drael! We are moving to Osam's position. This battle is over, we will regroup with his squad and together we will retreat to the City. With haste!"

He should have been more encouraging, though the serious and honest tone ensure the squad would move with determination rather than a false sense of victory that would create a lack of effort. They now knew that this was life or death, and that would fortify their resolve.

The group moved out of the building, and into the lower level of the marketplace. As they moved, sniper fire pelleted the ground around them, several Bryn were hit, and several were killed. The sniping had slowed down, but it was still significant enough to harm the retreating forces.

However, the sniping was the least of their problems. The ground around Sethrak became covered with a black mist, too thick for the Warlock to see through. He readied himself, raising his spear in a defensive position as he lost sight of the Drael...just feet away from him. He felt the Force again, warning him of some threat. He couldn't see anything. He looked up, and on queue a woman let out a shout. He didn't understand her words, but it wasn't important. She was seconds away from slicing him in half.

He jumped backwards, losing his balance due to his wounded leg. The shadows were too thick for him to see where she had landed. He knew he needed to get up before she found him. If she summoned the shadows, she could see him. Even with the natural infrared vision of the Drael, Sethrak saw nobody. He rose to a knee, then with a suppressed groan, he stood up.

Nothing.

Suddenly something grabbed his shoulder. Instinct took over as he spun to face the figure, thrusting his spear at it. All he saw was a hand, but the spear struck something. He pulled it, slowly to bring the target towards him. The target stumbled forward, and fell to its' knees, revealing it's identity to the Warlock. He had struck a drone. He had killed one of his own group. A wave of guilt covered him, but quickly left as he pulled the spear out of the corpse and continued looking for the jedi.

It was an advantage and a disadvantage. He couldn't see his friends nor his foe. That wasn't good. However, they couldn't see him, and obvious advantage. The Warlock slowly limped through the mist toward the sounds of battle, hopeful that the mist would help him more than harm him. He didn't know where his fellow warriors were, perhaps they had made it out. Then his thoughts returned to the drone he had killed. It wasn't his fault, he knew that. Still, guilt lingered in his mind.

The Jedi would pay for his death.

 

[Keldothera]

Location/Objective: Marketplace
Allies: Gordrak | Primarch Drek'ma | Galak | Osam |
Enemies: Starlin Rand | Beltran Rarr | Syd Celsius
Equipped: Kukri | Glaive | Kraker | Splitter |
Forces: Two hundred Juggernauts alongside fifty Grenadiers and sixty Heavies | Twelve Rhivaks

It seemed as though as quickly as they had gained ground it was being torn from them. Flaming undead rose, the flames didn't bother the Baedurin one bit, but all the same it was more enemies to deal with, more ammo wasted on their own dead and those they'd slaughtered moments ago. Even as Gordrak and his kin pushed forward, losing warrios for every inch, it wasn't enough.

She was starting to feel frustrated.

"Jedi reviving the undead? This was never in our tactical assessments of the Jedi!" She growled, tearing a special forces soldier in half with her Glaive, slashing him into tiny pieces.

No matter what they wound endure this accursed battlefield, they would remain loyal to the decree of the Titan and they would take the marketplace for themselves, it was the ONLY way they could win. Or so she was so convinced, she wouldn't listen to Osam. He was an inferior creature who knew NOTHING. The caste system and their juxtaposing positions in it made that clear to her.

"Give them nothing! Hold your ground!"

That was when she heard the Risen-Srael going over her head, contacting the Emissary without her permission. She fell into cover, raising her wrist and speaking into her own communication stone.

"This is my battlefield! You whelp how dare you-" She was cut off by orders from both the Emissary and the Primarch. Kelda bit down on her tongue, perhaps the Risen was right after all. If both Drek'ma and Galak agreed, she was clearly wrong. The caste system dictated that also. Kelda bit her tongue, slamming her elbow into duracrete from frustration.

"Alright, everyone - retreat! Give them the marketplace!" Across the forces located in the marketplace, the order would ring through all their heads.

They were leaving the marketplace. She turned, standing up as she moved to lead her forces out of the market. But, Gordrak and his men were too deep in. There was no way they were getting out alive, he would have to leave them.

"Gordrak, fall back! Fall back now!"

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Location: Crashsite
Objective: C | Outskirts
Equipment: Axe | Shield | Armour
Allies: Galak | Keldothera | Primarch Drek'ma | Osam | Krarolk T'manu | Ostak Cl'mana | Sethrak | Kelmor | Targant Howlain | Argaloth | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Sylok'Vanari |
Vicinity: Gianna Aegis |

Every word spoken through her frail face was an insult, like salt upon a wound. She prodded and pressed with statements of nothing, involuntary or not she had choose to come here. The consequences of that were her responsibility, not his. The gnawing sensations varied like blurs of colour, colours one couldn't describe or put words too. As she stepped closer, he saw what she held. A deep inhale was his response as his dominant hand tightened round the metal of the Axe. His blood was still fresh on the Kukri's blade, the weapon of the traitor he had dismantled.

A maggot. Unworthy of recollection, yet this vile parasite insisted on it. Again, she claimed to not be doing it. But he knew lies, he saw it in her face. No fear, it echoed from her like a wellspring of warmth. Seemingly confronting him with the act, but as to why he could only guess.

"It would take strength beyond your kind to drive that blade deep enough."

He paced, heavy thundering steps as impatient growls rose from the pit of his stomach, steam like fumes of air leaving his maw. She beamed of it, a putrid and familiar weakness. Empathy, empathy was death. Empathy was living your life as an object rather than a being of strength and purpose. When he attempted to step forward, the ground shook in a similar way as it had to when the wall had been formed. He looked to the sands, eyes scanning for anything abnormal - for all that warmth she still was an enemy, she still preyed upon his mind like the vultures she mentioned.

She was the vulture, picking at his flesh. Life was an obstacle, it didn't matter how many she would put in front of him. He'd crush each one, he would endure whatever this was. Anger rose inside, jaw tightening as he bared his teeth. He was the apex predator, the Chieftain of a mighty race. She was NOTHING. Her tricks were nothing.

Her words were that a future that was not set, she preached what those who had been slain believed. He could still change it. Forsaken. His fists clenched, white knuckles. As she spoke of it, his mind could not help but dwell on it; the Seers spoke of his death, of the fall of the Draelvasier. They had warned him and now this parasite taunted him with it. His head shook on instinct, his mind flooding with it. The second death of his kind.

"No." He had been forsaken, HE had been betrayed. For all he had done, for all he had fought for his kin, they dared to stand in his way ashe did now. But she was right he had killed those who stood in his way, even his own kind.

He would do anything for them. He turned his thoughts to his kind, to the unity and strength, to their victories and the battles ahead. The beauty of the genocide of the weak formed in his mind and fought back against the pointed venomous thoughts attacking him. He would not suffer under the heel of thoughts, of fears and weakness. His rage built, eye twitching.

"Enough of your words. Enough of your poison!" Tathra fought back, winding up with his left-arm as he swung wide with his Axe - releasing a powerful wave of deadly red energy toward the Jedi.

The Titan broke into a sprint toward her, when he crushed her skull in his hands - he would regain his mind. Yet the closer he drew, the worse it became.

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Beltran Rarr

Location: Arriving at Marketplace, deploying defenses
Objective: Repel Bryn'adul Assault, returning sniper fire sent by Sethrak , firing anti-material rifles at Osam 's position and personally advancing on Gordrak 's position with his personal squad.
Allies: SJC and Allied Personnel, Starlin Rand , AMCO , Syd Celsius , Jyoti Nooran ,
Enemies: The Bryn'adul (open to all interactions), Osam , Keldothera , Gordrak ,
Loadout:

• Armor: Katarn Mk. III Light Powered Armor
• Clothing: Katarn Undersuit, Bantha Load-bearing system
• Primary Weapons: 10mm Pulse Rifle
• Secondary Weapons: Death-Dealer Handcannon (drop holster, right hip - loaded with Sith-Killer Ammunition), Pulse Pistol (chest holster) Lightsaber (clipped to waist), Lightsaber Pike (strapped to back), Wrist Mounted Blaster (right wrist), Tactical Vibroblade (right boot), Incendiary Grenades, Cryo-Ban Grenades

Commanding: Paladin Company (115 Rangers active)

Spoiler: Loadout and Status

1st Platoon:
Status: Significant Casualties (31 Rangers) - (Melee/Front Line)
Loadout:

• Armor: Katarn Mk. III Light Powered Combat Armor
• Weapons: Bonesplitter" Heavy Variable Assault Blaster Rifle, OS-126 10mm Pulse Projectile Pistol, 2 x LPD-16 "Pioneer" Phase Machete, Assorted Grenades

2nd Platoon:
Status: Minor Casualties (42 Rangers) - (Midline)
Loadout:

• Armor: Katarn Mk. II - Paladin Variant
• Weapons: Predator" Heavy Assault Projectile Rifle , OS-126 10mm Pulse Projectile Pistol, 1 x LPD-16 "Pioneer" Phase Machete, Assorted Grenades

3rd Platoon:
Status: Minor Casualties (45 Rangers) (Support/Heavy Weapons)
Loadout:

• Armor: Katarn Mk. II - Paladin Variant
• Weapons: OS-127 10mm Pulse Projectile Rifle,M-240 General Purpose Machine Gun, M-107 Anti-Material Rifles, OS-126 10mm Pulse Projectile Pistol, 1 x LPD-16 "Pioneer" Phase Machete, Assorted Grenades

Theme - Fatal

The pitch of the battle was shifting back and forth. With the sudden revelation of Keldothera 's troops, Beltran's comlink squawked as Lieutenant Mrwar spoke. "Captain, we're being flanked. Looks like a whole other Bryn'adul division coming in from the west."

"Copy that," Beltran replied even as he fired off a volley of 10mm Super-heated Mag-Pellets at the advancing Bryn'adul force. Even with the addition of fire-teams from second platoon, Beltran's and his squad's progress had arrested. There was just too much incoming enemy fire. Over his command HUD, he saw the life signs of three more troopers from his personal squad wink out. "Can you hold?"

"Wait one." Mrawr replied briskly, the sound of fighting heavy in the background of his transmission. A moment later, the Togorian replied. "Negative, we need to fall back to third platoon's position."

Beltran hated the idea of falling back in the face of the enemy's onslaught. To him, it stunk of cowardice. But he also recognized the advantages. A fighting retreat would force the Bryn'adul to cover more ground while still taking fire. And once they reached the, now well entrenched, third platoon, they could unleash a barrage of fire on the fethers the likes of which they had yet to see.

"Roger that," Beltran responded. "Proceed." He then put out a broad com blast on the general SJC tactical net. "Paladin Actual to all stations. We are in danger of being overrun in the marketplace. Paladin first and second platoon elements are to fall back to third platoon's fortifications in sectors Galaxy, Holocron and Ithor. Recommend Lykos (Caedyn Arenais) and Raven ( Jyoti Nooran ) units do the same. Paladin Actual, out."

So it was that even in the face of Gordrak 's assault, Beltran and the remnants of his squad fell back, using their jumpjets and enhanced speed to quickly gain ground on the advancing Bryn'adul force. They would fire back at the enemy whenever they could, and make use of grenades and other explosives to cause as much havoc for the Bryn'adul as possible.

So busy was Beltran in maintaining the complicated maneuvers of the fighting retreat that he would not even notice the first few corpses as they began to animate. It would take a slightly shaken report by his squad Sergeant for him to take in this use of the Force. "Well," Beltran would reply, his tone slightly wry as he thought of the similar creatures that they'd faced on Onderon and Myrkr. "It's nice to have the zombies on our side for a change."

With the dead covering their escape, the first and second platoons of Paladin Company would make it back to the fortifications mostly in tact. There they would take up positions behind the shield walls, makeshift barricades and foxholes that Third Platoon had managed to carve out. With several machine gun nests anchoring this section of the defense, those first few Bryn'adul who made it through the corpse horde would be cut down in short order.

"Captain," Reported one of the sniper positions. "It looks like some of the Bryn'adul forces are falling back."

"Confirmed," Came another. "I'm seeing the same thing."

"Understood," Beltran replied. "Hold position and keep alert. The Bryn'adul aren't in the habit of giving up and going home. They'll have something up their sleeve, or attack from somewhere else."

It was then that a powerful rumble reverberated throughout the city.

"You know, Captain," Commed Lieutenant Mrawr a moment later. "Sometimes I hate the fact that you're right so often."

"You and me both, Mrawr." Beltran replied with a grim chuckle. "You and me both."

 

[Gianna Aegis]

Location: Outskirts [Bryn Crash Site]
Equipment: Astrea Robes | Heart of Aceso | Heaven's Wish | Heaven's Embrace | Sol & Astra
Allies: SJC
Enemy: Bryn
Tag: Tathra Khaeus
Objective: Halting the return of Tathra Khaeus to the battlefield.

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“Yes.”, Gianna returned in a delicate hiss, too soft to be one of the Bryn’adûl. Too gentle. She could emulate the sounds but she would never have the brutish edge they were known for. The flame-haired Knight could feel his agitation with her speaking, but what was frustration, what was that small, innocuous discomfort, when compared to the carnage he had left behind in the crater? Why was he more bothered by her words than by a mass grave of his brethren that he had just put there? “Yes. You’re right. It took the strength of your kind to plunge this weapon into your Draelvasier.”

Again, the words were less of an accusation and more an expression of mourning. He had left the kukri among the remains of the dead. It was stained with far more than just his own lifesblood. It held the memory of the event. It held the fear of his warriors. The anxiety they felt, having tasted loss, and believing that this rage-filled giant would lead them to ruin. They fought for their people just as hard as he did. This blade held the moment when the choice was made. The very second his monstrous troops decided they could no longer abide his leadership. She had felt that moment.

It had barely phased him until their hearts had already stopped beating.

“Is that what it means for you to be strong? To hide kinslaying beneath the guise of being betrayed?”

He was pacing. Strange. Why hadn’t he attacked thus far? He made every effort to bellow and ensure that she knew how far beneath his kind he believed her to be. And yet, they remained at a standstill. Her eyes followed his while he surveyed their surroundings. There was nothing as far as the eye could see. The battlefront itself was far closer to the riverfront, or, Kreeta City itself. From this distance? He would see only canyons and hills. Desert, cracked earth, and the rubble of the defense tower. The charred remains of those who fought for both sides. Death sang anew in this land.

Or perhaps—It sang because the Titan had made his choice. She had felt his emotions fluctuate from one season to the next, though, it always seemed to heighten. More rage. More frustration. More anger. Hate was starting to lose its efficacy in describing all that the red-skinned creature emanated. It was beyond hate, as a concept, and had become something far more lethal.

“What does a shepherd do when members of the flock fall astray? Does he kill them?”, Gianna questioned as the hair on the back of her neck started to rise. The temper that had spent so long-simmering dangerously high had finally reached a boiling point. The Bryn’adûl warrior shouted and her shoulders tensed when she saw him start to bring the massive crimson axe around. The invisible sensation of caution flared fully for her and she dropped the blade end of the kukri. The weapon turned downward in her grasp and the Jedi Knight held the oversized hilt with both hands and helped gravity drive it deep into the cracked earth.

Her sleeve fell to expose a thick silver band that was wrapped around her wrist and a barely audible command fell from her lips. An amethyst jewel was exposed to the Draelvasier and as the blood-red wave crashed a hemi-spherical molecular shield burst from it, just in time, to counteract the deadly energy. Rather than allow it to slice her in half it pushed her backward, toward the crater, despite the fact that she held on to the kukri that was partially buried in rock and stone. “No!”

What it didn’t absorb cut into the remains of the defense tower, cleanly, slicing a chunk of rock into separate pieces. The shield around her form shimmered and the purple gem flickered with life in response. Stronger than it was before. Recharged.

“No—He doesn’t kill them. He finds them!”

Gianna couldn’t finish what she was saying because the Titan was almost upon her. The very ground shook when he lumbered forward. The vibrations alone were enough to cause her teeth to chatter. The Knight pushed herself out of the way and fell into a well-practiced tumble that would place her a good distance behind him. Resting low with her fingertips touching the dirt she watched him, not standing until she was sure he wasn’t going to swing that axe again the same way and decapitate her. “He finds them and he—", she shifted, refusing to stay entirely still. His weapon was wickedly designed and she could only imagine that it slid through flesh far easier than even the kukri. She watched his form, ready, and waiting for the next blow.

“He brings them home!”

If he moved toward her again, she would move further back. There was already a fair amount of space between them. She believed in the Force—But she wasn’t daft. His reach was probably thrice her own and he had already proven that he didn’t even need to be in close proximity to lump off pieces of her. The way the wave of energy cut through the permacrete of the defense tower was telling.

Gianna found her way back to her feet, but it would only be a matter of time while she focused on avoiding his attacks. The Knight had no designs to fight him. No designs to kill him. There were two perfectly good lightsabers at her side and she had yet to draw either one. The trick, for the time being, was to focus on staying close enough that the energy attack was more difficult to execute, but far enough, that he couldn’t reach her directly. “You’re only going to worsen your wounds like this...They’ll fester out here with all the dust and ash.”

“Be smart, Titan. Not reckless.”

Spoiler: summary

Well, Gia is trying not to die. Easier said than done when someone is trying to kill you with an axe that is the same length as your body...But it's a WIP. The fight #dodgecity has begun.

 

[Cadere]

Location: Outskirts
Troops: Personal squad consisting of 15 8 Kastolar soldiers, 5 Mechanised Kastolar Platoons (dwindling), numerous soldiers carrying, LPD-39 Coldblast Cryoban Grenades, and LPD-37 Coldstream Cryoban Rifles
Equipment: 1x Lightsaber | Personal Light Armor | FF-CAR1 | 3x Stimpacks | Comlink | Holoprojector
Allied tag: Mathieu Brion
Hostile tag: Argaloth

The Heavy was dead, killed off by him and his squad but there was still so much going on - Cas heard the cries of the men and women being slaughtered by the remaining Skag, he watched as it tore through them with an angered expression. Down below, two Bryns had found the Frittatas and were trying to disrupt the thermal distorter with Mathieu and Major Dansk would be in one of them.

Right now the Jedi Knight was faced with a dilemma, kill the remaining Skag and lessen the amount of lives lost or try and distract the Bryn attacking the Frittatas. He gritted his teeth in frustration before turning back and making his way toward the Skag, he had to have faith, Mathieu and Dansk were capable and would find a way out of it.

Cas took long strides as he sprinted across the battlefield toward the final Skag. When close enough, Cas would quickly surround himself with the Force's energy and propel himself forward with a burst of Force speed, as he transitioned passed the distracted Skag's left side - Cas held his lightsaber out and sliced at its legs before passing it, eventually stopping to a halt when he reached its front.

Now that he was in its face, he anticipated it to focus on him "Hey, flat face!" he called out to it for extra measure. The beast was big, strong and erratic but he was smaller and faster, if he could just evade it while it focused on him, the others can focus fire and kill it. For good measure this time. Combining his own reflexes and the Force to enhance his capabilities, Cas would attempt to evade any attack thrown at him. In between flips and acrobatic manoeuvres, he ordered his troopers through the commlinks "Flank the damn thing! Kill it with anything and everything you got!" he commanded, prompting his squad to move around the Skag, splitting up with two on its left flank, two on its right and another two on its rear. Once positioned, they fired upon it with their CryoBan rifles

The Jedi Knight was in a hurry, he needed to kill the oversized creature and go back and help Mathieu and Dansk if it wasn't already too late.

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

​

Location: Deeper into the School Courtyard
Objective: Endure, Discover, Unleash. Win the City!
Forces: Army of Ashaka Ik'Straktors | Scattered Drones | x5 Personally Assigned Juggernauts | x3 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 | Kar'dak |
Enemies: The Monster & Company | Laertia Io

Stone soaked with blood crumbled beneath his feet. Sylok's upper lip shifted revealing a plethora of menacing teeth. They extended outward as he breathed in. The scent of burnt metal, charred bodies, blood and the fulfilling process of death lingered. The orange flare of power leaving him in a stroke of impulse created it all. The opaque surface of his eyes followed the burst of magic. Thin threads of residual traces leaving their mark on the world as it scattered the weak. Among them, hints of the force dispersed, weaving around layers upon layers of new threats that fell from the sky. Sylok could feel it, the empty void, cutting through the living force like a plague. It mattered little, they would pay with more blood; then death.

The armored anomalies surrounded the area in a frenzy of firepower. The result, piles of dead Ik'straktors clumping together as they continued to charge. One way or another, his creations would overwhelm them, it was only a matter of time. In one quick motion Sylok pivoted, a stray bullet ripping towards him before it slid in the empty spaces between his neck and shoulder. Unfortunate for the Drone behind him, a seasoned headshot splattered a streak of its blood across the ground, the heavy body going limp before falling into the stone shards below. It seemed the weapons would be just as effective, if not more; than their own. Sylok would need to be careful. This wasn't a time to become the same Aeravalin that was afraid, afraid to use his powers, afraid to speak out, afraid...to die.

He could feel the thrum of his heart, the placid tone deafening the tumultuous sounds of explosions and high pitched whistles from air support above. The beat confirmed it, he was calm. The loss of his brothers and sisters weighed on him for only a brief moment before a Jedi ( Laertia Io ) emerged from the other side. Her tactics painted picture of fury and anger, something that seemed to have been lost among her counterparts. The same weakness was there, hidden beneath her ever evolving emotions. The gleam of blue threads spaced out around her, phasing in and out. She came for him with a face of disgust, her telepathic attempts a complete failure. It was rare, but Sylok had been incapable of mental magics. The empty air between them closed and as the tapping of his heart reminded him that he was in control, the sounds of war flooded back in.

The feeling of warmth graced him, flames spreading through the School Courtyard as bodies smacked the ground. There was no hesitation, if there was...he was dead. Sylok stepped back on his left leg, the seconds counted before the female Jedi reached him with her blade. Just like they laid their own traps, she fell right into his own. He leaned backwards, the flames that danced along the dead bodies nearby swirled now, a raging degree of heat spitting forth the bowels of hell from beneath her. His fingers could feel the heat channeling through the entire process, until his hand made a fist. The flames reacted, blasting forth with a fervor of determination to scorch the Jedi the same way she decided to use the dead. In a one-two motion Sylok found solace in a minor retreat, before the lingering threats from before bore fruit.

It was clear to Sylok, things were only going to get worse. The Monster was already circling him, the signature through the force unapparent, he was dangerous. Sylok shifted his right leg, as if to turn toward both enemies accepting the challenge. Juggernauts rushed to his side, one of them the accomplished Mavtrek. They let out a roar, their rage fueling them to push further against the enemy forces. Large spike shaped rounds spewed from their needle-like firearms. The hissing noise reminded Sylok he was not fighting this war alone. Then like a gift from the weavers of fate, another surge of bright orange threads soaked him. The energy seeped into his pores, restoring his trust in the very thing that allowed him to endure against all odds, the force.

Sylok couldn't stand frozen, nor could his counterparts. The more time they allowed either of the adversaries to suffocate their area of influence, the quicker they would be put to rest. With a simple nod, Sylok dashed forward, the gleaming silver tone of Sergei's armor staring back at him. The distance between the two closing and fast. Coordinated along with it, Mavtrek and his Juggernauts split off toward the Jedi ( Laertia Io ). Drones following in tow, to keep her out of the fight. Sylok couldn't think about Mavtrek and his men, the only thing churning in his mind was one thing,

endure..​

 

[Osam]

Objective: Marketplace
Equipment:
Kukri
Verikast Drone Armor
Assault Carbine
Pulverizer Sidearm
Tags:
( Beltran Rarr - Lost several squad members to AM Rifles. No retaliation)
( Sethrak - Found the smoke, and shouted to assist in guiding a possible friendly out.)
( Yula Perl - Temporarily probably close enough to smell your raccoon-stench. Icky.)

Something akin to a smile spread across the face of the Draelvasier as his interactions with Emissary Galak proved fruitful. Of course, there had been the briefest moment where he had felt certain that General Keldothera would stamp down on his less-than-direct methods, and command his execution. He didn't necessarily believe that the Risen with him would comply with such an order, but there were certainly those among the Juggernauts who would prefer to obey such commandments than be seen siding with beings that they still considered lesser. All of the work that he'd undertaken in order to prove that their race was just as worthy as the others hadn't changed every heart and soul, but he supposed eventually those who thought so lowly of them would either all come around, or else be killed off.

The retreat was sounded throughout the Marketplace, and Osam became acutely aware of a number of friendly positions beginning to retract from the frontlines, and away from the growing bands of undead and hostile warriors. Of course, the Major intended to follow suit as quickly as possible - failure to follow through with the plan would do nothing more than isolate them, and leave them as easy pickings for enemy forces. The Risen jutted a finger out towards the edge of the roof, back towards where they had first scaled it, and began a rapid descent downwards.

Down a Marksman, the Major had no intention of getting into any long-range confrontations during the retreat, but an unfortunate reality of their abandoning the front was that their foe was now able to press forward. Osam had expected that they'd be able to escape relatively unscathed as they had for most of the conflict, but the sudden smash of slugs against the walls around them, and the spattering of hot crimson liquid on his head was indication enough that they'd been spotted. He'd always had a talent for verticality, and glancing up, the Risen became aware of the fact that he had outpaced his squad in their descent by nearly double their own rate -- barring one who was coming down exceedingly quick-

The body passed him, slamming into the ground somewhere below, missing its arm, shrieking in agony until it made an impact with the hard ground and then became acutely quiet. Not silent, nor entirely still, but quiet. As he grew nearer and nearer to it, he became aware of the subtle micro-movements associated with life, the rise and fall of its chest as it struggled to bring breath into its body, the compulsive beat of its heart -- usually hidden, but suddenly made visible by the arterial spray it launched with every pulsation.

"Faster! Faster!" He shouted, watching as another ripple of firepower cut through another member of his squadron in the descent, dropping them to a similar fate - and then another, and another after them. When finally they'd reached the ground, and the relative safety provided by the alleyways and streets they numbered only seven where once they had numbered twelve. He was thankful that his Grenadier had survived the climb, at least, because he felt certain that their upcoming push would require the heavy ordinance they'd brought along with them.

There were no apologies, and no words spared to the fallen - they had been Sraelvun before they had been Risen, and Sraelvun were surrounded by death. They knew it more personally than their cousins, knew what it was to lose companions in droves, in hordes, to watch an entire set of squadrons die one after the other in pursuit of impossible goals. Instead, the band of kindred continued onwards, moving towards the extraction point that had been laid out without regard for those who had fallen behind and been punished so wretchedly for it.

Another street-corner was passed, another stretch of bodies was marched over, another stray undead was shot as they continued further and further back into their own lines, the snap of firepower dissipating as they removed themselves further from the battle's front. The hybrid might've completely passed by the street if not for the presence of ethereal smoke spewing forth. The work of the Jedi, or else some foul contraption of mechanical insidiousness. He thought that he could make out the faded outline of a Draelvasier somewhere in the fog, but it was dense - far denser than he'd expected upon first glance.

"We're retreating, brothers!" He shouted into the mist, hoping to hear a response from within, to guide an ally from the darkness and secure their assistance with the remainder of the retreat in the process.

 

[Galak]

Objective A: Kreeta City

Allies; Primarch Drek'ma | Targant Howlain | Osam | Keldothera | Gordrak | Tathra Khaeus | Sylok'Vanari | Kelmor
Enemies: Jyoti Nooran | Caedyn Arenais | The Monster | Laertia Io |
Gear: Triad Chaingun | Verikast Armour | Cleaver Axe | Crusher Mace
Accompanying: 500-600 Drones [Using Carbines], two hundred Juggernauts, 100 Heavies | 100 Grenadiers |

He didn't like how Kelda spoke to Osam, but all the same she followed orders. She was a loyal soldier, she would do his bidding in Tathra's stead. Every second that passed he wondered what the Titan would have done differently, he wondered if they would've won already. Was Tathra dead? No - The Primarch ensured them of that with his telepathic reassurances. Now it seemed as though they, he would have to do this without him. Galak would lead the Draelvasier to victory on Nar Kreeta.

As a hand of Khaeus, it was his duty, his responsibility. The forces in Kreeta began a city wide push, they didn't care what was in their way, the warriors of Draemidus endured the fire and the death. They endured what no other species could not for their strength was truth, and they would win the battle.

"Primarch, use the Dredge to seal the enemies closest exits from the marketplace! Entrap them in their own tomb and bury them alive!" Galak steadily now moved up the steps, leaving Paviums body behind as he opened fire upon the enemy scattering from their fortifications as Kraker explosives destroyed those who peeked out from them.

They pushed to the top of the first set of steps, entering a new level in the city and killing everything in their path with a relentless fury only the hearts of the Baedurin could muster.

"Osam! Kelda! Get your forces out and regroup on my position! Reinforce my lines and we will take this blasted city!"

Up ahead, to the right of Galak's personal force was a school district with multiple exits from the marketplace, to the left was an industrial area they had almost entirely taken over. Last known location of Sylok was the school district.

"Ra'maks, give me eyes on the Ashaka."

Overhead of Sylok and his two adversaries, two Ra'mak War Beasts would arrive overhead - immediately opening fire with their combined tri-beams on the enemy units assaulting the Ashaka and his accompanying forces. Their massive combined continuous beams melting the ground and whatever was caught in their way into slag.

Spoiler: Summary:

Pushed up the stairs
Sent two Ra'maks to fire at Sergei and Latertio and their forces.

 

[Syd Celsius]

Okay, Starlin Rand could SORTA fight.

"Holy chit he used a Fastball Special..." Syd remarked, her mental instability allowing for a small OOC reference.

"You know all those weird powers I taught you? Keep using them!" She encouraged.

The ForceSpawn's orange lightsabers seperated in her hand as she sank into a Jar'Kai version of Form 007.

Her eratic blades zipped through Bryn'adul flesh with all the subtlety of Tom Jones singing at the end of Mars Attacks. Big ones and little ones got a blade to their face and set on fire, her will conjuring a few fiery constructs of archers that began lobbing arrows of burning flame at every Bryn that was vulnerable, doing piercing as well as incendiary damage.

Her flesh wriggled as she blasted flames from her throat, bathing Drones and Risen in flames, telekinesis sending shrapnel in Baedurin skulls, as her fiery undead continued to claim lives. The magical flames that burned in their bodies had more of a telekinetic basis and would keep them going until they burned out or the body was destroyed. Syd actually felt extremely guilty using this kind of magic. The Sith used the Dark Side to reanimate the dead and keep them for long term use. Syd wasn't using the Dark Side to do this, just a very specific form of forbidden flame magic. But it was so damn close to it, it almost was on the verge of being a distinction without a difference. Especially when one took into account ACTUAL Sith Undead reanimated by AMCO were in play. She had no time to figure out where he was, because at this point, the Bryn'adul liked no one so that made everyone who wasn't Bryn'adul technically on the same side.

She slowed a Juggernaut coming for her, flew above it and plunged her blades into it's Brain, sending a tornado of flames into retreating enemy forces. But the Flame Resistant ones and the big ones had to be dealt with up close. But even so, she refused to stray too far from Starlin, lest he get hit by another round.

She was still sick with worry over his injuries. His mobility was slowed but the Force kept him in the fight. For now. She made sure she knew where he was at all times, even as she cut down those trying to hit him from his blind spots, using Telekinesis to fire one of their deadly rifles, as the fires raged around them. She cast a spell on nearby Jedi to render them invisible, allowing them to score deadly surprise attacks on those retreating, then skewered a Baeduran about to gun down an SJC soldier, who returned the favor by shooting the head of a Baeduran sneaking up on her from behind.

Syd's blades whipped about, the flames she generated from burning corpses allowed certain squads to fire on retreating Forces, the fire archer construct cutting down a few dozen along with rocket, mortar and chaingun fire from her side.

Syd generated a whirl pool of fire with her Pyrokinesis, and a number of flame spears started launching out of it at the Bryn'adul retreating, soldiers covering her barrage, one spear hitting a juggernaut in the eye. Syd concentrated, SJC soldiers covering her fire and she warned everyone around her, Starlin included to get back, flesh shuddering horribly on her skeleton everywhere as she summoned something larger. Something worse.

A giant firey hand reached out of the whirlpool, the rest forming into a Rancor shape, which began taking violent swipes at the retreating Bryn'adul.

"Starlin, cover me!" She yelled as she concentrated the flaming undead, Sith undead, and SJC really began to tear into them. No quarter was to be shown. Crippling damage through sheer attrition was the only way to defeat the Bryn'adul at this point. Syd, still contrilling the Rancor made of flames, signaled Starlin to follow her as she advanced, telling certain Jedi and Soldiers to hold defensive positions, while she controlled the infernos currently racing for the ranks of the Bryn'adul.

It wasn't just the flames they had to worry about, but ammo cooking, which sent flames leaping high up to obscure the vision of the retreaters trying to provide covering fire. SJC commanders then began to advance and hammer the Bryn'adul's retreat with endless blaster, and slug fire, grenades, rockets.

The intent wasn't just to push them out, but to continue devastating their forces as much as possible, so that they would be of no use to their comrades by the time they fell back on a defensive position.

Syd cut down more of the forces under the command of Galak as she and the SJC advanced through the vicious brutal slog, blasting flames and hurling debris, or beheading any who tried to slow the advance to at least 'try'taking one or two of the exits for The SJC to advance, casting spells to render more soldiers invisible, or stronger physically to help match the Bryn'adul in melee combat. But it was like trying to fight an army of consisting of multiple clones of Dutch from Predator. Skynet had nothing on the madness taking place as they tried to push onward to reach at least one exit.

Great and terrible rumbles throughout the market sounded. Some newer crazy threat on the Horizon.

But still they were retreating, fighting with all they had. Syd might have actually admired it in another foe, but coming from the Bryn'adul it only revolted and disgusted her, as their casual butchery and slaughter reminded her too much of Darth Phyre.

It became disturbingly easy for Syd to imagine each Bryn'adul she killed as her Sith Self laughing at her as she fought on, slicing through a Juggernaut quite brutally before beheading him, her rancor of flame smashing in a Brute head...

Osam

Keldothera

Primarch Drek'ma

Caedyn Arenais

Yula Perl

Beltran Rarr

 

[Gordrak]

The first undead came at Gordrak from behind. It had been a trooper once though that was before it had been nearly eviscerated by one of the Juggernauts. Now, it was a broken, shambling mess that somehow managed to maintain its grip on a knife. The blow struck Gordraks back though it failed to get through the armor. That said, it was enough to startle Gordrak and allow for a second strike, this one sinking somewhat into Gordraks right thigh. Gordrak turned and as he did so, he brought his carbine into the side of the undeads head. Having knocked it down, Gordrak got a clearer look at it. Not only was the once-human virtually unrecognizable, it was also on fire. Looking up from the corpse, Gordrak realized that other similar abominations were closing in on him and his unit of Juggernauts. These particular abominations made Gordraks blood boil unlike the weaker human ones. They were his fellow Drael who had fallen in this hell-hole. Virtually surrounded, Gordrak shouted loud enough for his Juggernauts to hear despite the gunfire.




" Forward! If you stop, you die. "




With that, Gordrak urged his men forward. The enemy in front of them had fallen back with the advent of the undead. Furthermore, the zombified dead of both sides began to surge toward and surround Gordraks unit despite its advance. As a result, they had to butcher their way through the dead while enduring the weapons fire of the living. Despite their resistance to the fire and their natural strengths, Gordraks fellow Juggernauts began to fall one by one. Gordrak himself was the only one in the unit who had any experience with a situation like this. He parried attacks that could have done damage and let the smaller minor ones glance off of his armor. Some of those did manage to strike true but they weren't by themselves fatal nor debilitating. Still, Gordrak knew that it was only a matter of time. Once enough of his fellow Juggernauts fell, the survivors would find themselves pulled down by the sheer weight of the ever increasing dead.





It was a valiant effort but Gordrak and his unit simply couldn't keep it up. Down now to only four minus himself, the Juggernauts were simply incapable of going any further. Gordrak searched frantically for anything that might get them out but it seemed hopeless. They were out of everything save their Glaives. Their fallen brethren also made it hard to focus considering the near constant melee they propagated. It was only after Gordrak hacked apart an undead Juggernaut that he noticed a way out. They had moved forward enough to be somewhat near the entrance to an alleyway on their right. It didn't seem to be occupied by anything from what little he could see amidst all the bloodshed. " The alleyway! Get to the alleyway! "Gordrak shouted as loud as he could and began to carve his way there. As he moved, he felt one of the last survivors of his unit fall, his screams quickly drowned out afterward. Every step Gordrak took now was pain incarnate. He was lanced with wounds and fatigue that challenged his will to continue. A sudden pop rang out as the only other survivor slumped to the floor, his head taken clean off by a sniper situated somewhere above. Gordrak swore that if he got free of this, he'd continue on. He'd somehow make his way past these hordes and exact a terrible vengeance upon these humans.




He didn't see the blow but he believed it came from somewhere to his left. A knife carried by one of the undead humans had damaged his left eye, leaving it a bloody ruin. Gordrak went to retaliate but missed, his momentum and fatigue forcing him forward and onto his knees. He was right in front of the alleyway now and only needed to endure this a little bit longer. He felt someone touching his mind, saying something to him. He thought it might have been the General and if that was the case, she probably had orders. That or she wanted an update. That didn't matter. He couldn't focus nor understand what was said. This was it. As Gordrak grabbed hold of his Glaive once more, he readied himself to die fighting. He believed he could muster enough strength to kill one or two more before going down. That in itself might give another one of his fellow Drael situated elsewhere a chance. As he went to attempt standing, he heard gunfire. Soon an armored hand had grabbed ahold of Gordrak and pulled him free of the masses. Gordrak gathered himself and rose with assistance from the Juggernaut in front of him. Upon seeing that the Juggernaut wasn't alone, Gordrak laughed. It hurt to do so but he continued. He recognized the two Drael who had saved him. Gordrak, with some assistance from the other two Juggernauts, moved away from the alleys entrance. The alley connected to several others and they intended to utilize those to get the hell out of there. After putting some room between them and the immediate threat of the dead, They stopped for a moment.



" You look terrible. " Gordraks savior said somewhat amused before the other Juggernaut also spoke. " And I'm considered the stupid one. What was that? " Gordrak had finally found his brothers. The three laughed before an uneasy silence overtook them. Against all odds, they had found themselves reunited once again. " The General and the higher-ups called for a retreat. We should - " An explosion promptly cut the talk short. The three Juggernauts were tossed back and, though they survived, they were disoriented. Having been the most damaged of the three, Gordrak was both the slowest to rise and the most disoriented. The building on their left had been bombed and some of the blast had carried into the alleyway. One of his brothers helped Gordrak to his feet and shoved him backwards. As his senses returned, Gordrak noticed the other was busy barring the path of more undead. The Juggernaut who had helped him put his hand on Gordraks shoulder. " They called for you, brother. Go. " Gordrak shook his head and grabbed his brother by the shoulders. " We hold them together. Like we did on Ylesia. " The other Juggernaut simply shook his head and turned toward their comrade holding back the dead. " Orders are orders, remember? Besides, someone needs to keep him alive. " Gordrak tried to say something but his brother pushed him away. As this happened, more undead poured out from the hole in the alley, separating Gordrak from his brothers.




Gordrak watched his brothers disappear amidst the enemy and he turned away. He hated himself, he hated the humans who defended this place, and he hated the people who had called for a retreat. An inferno of hatred and anguish raged within Gordrak. It empowered and nourished him. He knelt down, took up his Glaive, and started to walk. His brothers were dead. It didn't matter how many they killed nor how gloriously they fought. They were going to die. Shaking off what was left of his stupor, Gordrak spoke into his communication stone. " This is Gordrak. Falling back....as ordered. " Loyalty was the only thing Gordrak had left now. That and his hatred. Gordrak would see this place and the people defending it burn. For the chieftain and for the brothers he lost.

 

[Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir]

Reidun Amersis
The Little Girl, Zealot minor​

Location: Nar Kreeta, Outside the City
Equipment: 2x Barad kukri | The Bryn’adûl Pulverizer | Barad Special Operations Armour
Tag(s): Amaru Vusa

Her opponent dodged the girl just before she collided, even if not intentionally. However, the fact that she failed to regain her balance probably saved Reidun life. As the man got to the side and slapped her back, Reidun fell at that moment and slid on the ground a few feet. The lightsaber still hit the back of her armour anyway, but luckily the cut didn't hurt her, though that part of the armour burned her skin and the armour itself was severely damaged in that area.

But the girl was alive and that was the most important thing. Immediately after falling to the ground, she rolled on and soon got up from the ground. Although her shot leg hurt, but she showed no sign of it. The Little Girl didn't want to show weakness in the direction of her opponent, because then the man could take advantage of it. She didn't know how much the Jedi might have felt hurt after the former, but she didn't want to risk it later.

Now that they were just further apart, she hung one of her swords back on her armour and pulled out her firearm to take advantage of the distance between the two of them. As the man approached, she backed away to stay the distance, at least until she could let those four bullets in the clip into the man's chest, at least she tried. If this happened (i.e., that she tried to shoot at the Jedi) she would only throw the firearm to the ground next to her and pull out her other weapon and with these she swung in the direction of the man.

When the girl arrives near the Jedi, she tries cutting the man and her armour into several pieces from the front with an X-shaped cut starting from below.

​

 

[Caden Evesa]

Objective: Reach the Surface
Location: The Liberty's Revenge
Tags: Sasmay Cull

​

Caden grinned.

The battle had been raging below him, raging around him. He had spent his time getting himself ready to deploy from the ship. As a consequence, he'd missed most of the opening stages of the battle. Not that it bothered him, he'd find enough Bryn to drag to hell.

He'd been pretty zoned out as he'd sat in his cabin, collecting his stuff together. He'd put his earphones in and just gotten on with it. He'd just zoned out and collected his blaster, his little memories that he wanted with him just encase everything went wrong.

It was only when the siren started blaring that he actually got himself together. He hadn't expected the ship he was serving on to be involved in any fighting so the siren didn't really make sense, unless one of the Bryn had turned fire on them.

Casually, the young man made his way back onto the bridge.

Was he prepared for the chaos he walked into? Not really. He wasn't at all prepared for the amount of people that would be crowding the bridge, the amount of things flashing red. He wasn't prepared for their to be no commanding officer on deck either.

"The heck's going on here?"

Making sure he spoke loud enough to be heard over the chaos, he pitched his question. The response he got scared him, the response that confirmed the Bryn had opened fire on them. There had been damage in the engines, the commanding officer had gone down to help out and it was believed he'd be sucked out to space in a hull breach.

Nodding, he looked around. The idea that the Bryn had fired on them explained why he had felt the ship shake while he was getting ready, even if he hadn't really bothered to check it out. He wished he had of been much more alert than he was.

The news that followed was worse, the news that they were caught in the gravity well of the planet with just enough engine power to keep them afloat. Someone needed to take command of the situation because at the minute it was nothing but Chaos.

Mandalorian solider or not, he was going to fix this situation. He was going to take command. He was going to get the ship safe and home. He was going to make sure everyone onboard returned to their families and got home safe and not in a box.

"Someone get out a distress call. Abandon everyone but essential personal, see if there's another cruiser nearby that can help"

 

[Argaloth(Dead)]

Atmospheric theme​

Location: Outskirts of Nar Kreeta City
Troops: 2 0 Ravager Brute, 3 1 Juggernaut Corps, consisting of 40 units each with various types of Juggernaut units, such as Captain, Major, Minor, Grenadier and Heavy, Drones within each company and a batch of 10 1 Drael Skags beast mounts.
Hostile tag: Cadere and Mathieu Brion

The Ravager Brute trying to break the Frittata where Mathieu was located, tore one plate after another, using its four massive arms along with piercing long claws to ripe the armour apart. It had gotten pretty damn close to breaking into the large vehicle, though a small area, still enough for it to grab each edge and force it apart thanks to the berserker state.

However, luckily, Mathieu's quick thinking, byt throwing a cryo grenade at its feet, caused the Ravager to snarl and roar is pain, stepping away. The pain was short-lived and quickly swapped out for excruciating pain to its face, followed by it throwing its four arms under the vehicle. As its brain and internal organs completely shut down, the Ravager, in its last attempt to break whatever blinded its thermal sight, tipped the Frittata.

Mathieu would find himself lose balance as the Frittata spun a few times away from the Ravager Brute, who fell with a loud crash, cracking the orange-yellow rocky ground. Hopefully, the last attempt from the Ravager Brute, was enough to break the Thermal Field in the area, giving the Bryn their sight back.

However, the other Frittata Argaloth was attacking, had it much worse than Mathieu's Frittata. Not only was he bending the metal just by his sheer size, but to showcase his strength, he started to ripe the vehicle in half. More and more of the vehicle started to give in to Argaloths pressure. The personnel inside of the vehicle couldn't even escape through to exit, as the ramp had gone stuck, because of the damage from Argaloth.

Every Bryn near the now almost split in half Frittata, received their sight back, as the thermal distorted completely broke into pieces. In a thunderous bellow of pure raw strength, Argaloth, still in his none berserker state, tore the Frittata in half. The primal roar echoed through the whole area and everyone who saw what Argaloth did, also saw nothing but muscle mass flex on his body.

The Bryn that had their sight back could now fight to their full capabilities once more, making the fight more or less unfair for the Kastolar soldiers yet again. Meanwhile, Cas' idea of flanking the Skag seem noble enough and smart. However, he would soon find himself running for his life, as the Skag, now fully focus and locked on to his scent and knew what he looked like.

He might have the force to provide him with inhuman reflexes, but in terms of speed, none of the other soldiers could match as the Skag used every type of attack it could muster at him. Even when he used the force to give himself some distance from it, he would find that it had almost immediately caught up to him. Swinging its powerful large clawed hands at Cas in a pounce, avoiding a barrage of fire from the soldiers trying to hit the large Beast, who themselves would have to avoid getting killed by Bryn soldiers.

The Skags were some tough creatures and the Jedi Knight would see that first hand now as he more than once came just a bit too close for comfort a couple of times.

 

[Amaru Vusa]

Location: Outskirts
Objective: Protect the City
Allies: SJO
Enemies: Brynadul, Engaging: Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir
Equipment: Jedi Battle Armour - Single Lightsaber - Light-Shield (right forearm)

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Too slow.

Watching the Draelvasier continue charging past him, he'd glance behind himself in that moment of respite to where the alien had come from. That must be where there's more of them The faint natural light of the outside world. Beyond it was a war torn surfaced pockmarked with crates of explosives and the burning crashes of dozens of vessels carrying the Brynadul to war.

He was certain if he took off that helmet, even down here he'd be able to smell the smoke.

Feeling the twinge of the Force warning him, his head snapped back to find his opponent.

What is that?

Once he had found the creature back in his gaze, he saw that it had replaced one of its blades with what could only be assumed to be a firearm.

The first shot was avoided, throwing himself off to the side to crash into the wall. The reaction instilled to him by his Master, if it wasn't a blaster bolt of some kind flying at you, it was better to avoid it entirely instead of using a to deflect or otherwise block it. Never knew what kind of explosives were packed in to slugs these days.

The weapon she fired however was slow, probably one of the slowest he had ever come across.

The Vishnu Military grade shield triggered to catch the second, third, and fourth shots and as soon as he deactivated it, the Draelvasier was charging right for him. Quickly, he swapped hands with his saber again, left hand clenching the silver hilt and bringing it back to life, just in time to catch both of her blades, the strength of them shoving him backwards across the cave floor. Nostrils flaring in this match up of strength, the armour he wore strengthened him too, possessing some forms of powersuit technology to further aid his body in being pushed beyond its limits, but that wasn't enough.

Frustration rolled off of him in droves, a temptation crawling out from the back of his mind, teasing, tempting him to use its strength to discard the enemy. Jaw clenched, his mouth slowly began to open as if he were a man possessed, before his focus abruptly cut through the haze that was coming over him in those moments of engagement.

"Kark off."

A foot raised, and he kicked up towards the side of his larger opponent's knee. Those places were typically not as protected so as to allow for the actual movement of joints. From that movement, the vibroblade foot plate slid out from his sole, and moved to sink into the side of its knee, again and again if it made no attempt to stop him, regardless of whether his first attempt found purchase or not.

Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Location: Crashsite
Objective: Rip out the parasites vocal chords!
Equipment: Axe | Shield | Armour
Allies: Galak | Keldothera | Primarch Drek'ma | Osam | Krarolk T'manu | Ostak Cl'mana | Sethrak | Targant Howlain | Argaloth | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Sylok'Vanari |
Vicinity: Gianna Aegis |

Whatever he said, whatever he thought was regurgitated and spat back at him. She threw the heresey of his own kin and their cowardly attempted regicide back at him. His kind, yes. But his kind were capable of mistakes, as were they. They knew the price of their betrayal, of their attack and they paid for it. That custom as wearily yet tightly held by Drael as the Axe locked in the tensing grasp of Tathra himself, bounding closer from step to step as clumps of sand exploded with the rise of each boot and the crash of another - massive legs carrying him forward in such a way that seemed almost unhindered by his wounds, darting toward the Jedi like a hound running down its prey.

Pain and raged surged out from Tathra, his desire to end the torturous whispers mirrored and amplified through the Jedi like an mirrored echo. She dared to speak their way but with the ethics and perspective of a Human. Shepherds, cattle, ethics of the weak that produced the billions of weaklings that they had butchered thus far. A weak human, she did not understand - his ruthless nature had been passed on to his kind. But even they had rules, a promise to one and other to ensure the security and the strength of the Drael. Those that broke that oath, that promise were selfish, worthy of neither pity nor mercy. They had sought greater strength through adversity and they had found it in death, their strength passed to him now. The wounds made him stronger, the culling of the weak - of his mistakes, made him stronger.

Even this - this venom she poured on his mind like boiling water on fickle flesh, even as his set his mind on fire he would overcome it. He would endure it, and in the end he would be stronger for it when her broken flesh lay to be swallowed and forgotten by the sand. Defiance was expected, a shield formed around her as the red energy raged against her, broken by her defence.

"ENOUGH. A human could never understand!"

As he drew close he reached out with a hand, he wanted to crush her with his hands. So many kills, so many opponents of impersonal battle. So much death and so many warriors, but now he would enjoy it. He would make it stop, the echo that poured out from her, he wanted nothing more than to make it stop in that moment, his eyes glowed with glee only to be halted with frustrated growls as she darted aside, his open right hand balled into a fist as he snarled.

Even as he moved forward she continued to stay at a distance, like a light at the end of a tunnel that seemingly grew further and further away as he tried to reach it. The blade in her hand, it glimmered tauntingly at him; the physical feeling of it being driven into his breastplate and the shock of being struck with his own Axe assaulted his mind. He had been a fool then, he would not be now.

"Come here cretin."

He was larger, faster, his reach beyond her own, her focus was to keep away. Behind them, the collapse of the tower had created a thin trench in the sand, lined with wreckage. He'd trap her there, dashing toward her right side - he held the Axe at the mid-length of its shaft, swinging slightly wide of her right shoulder to make her dart to her left.

If she did, he would catch her with his own hidden Shield - the compact device exploding into four feet of thick metal from his right gauntlet, swinging outward to batter her, knocking her back into the trench.

 

[Kelmor]

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Objective: A
Location: Kreeta City
Allies: Tathra Khaeus | Primarch Drek'ma | Galak | Keldothera |The Bryn’adul
Enemies: SJC
Equipment: Two Crusher War Maces
Post: 3

Kelmor had arrived just as Galak sent out his orders. The force under his command was in a sorry state, having been slammed constantly by SJC soldiers. He would change that though. Taking a position near Galak, Kelmor picked up a discarded carbine and began firing wildly at any and all enemies within range, laughing like a madman as bullets flew from the barrel of his new weapon.

"Filth!" The words leapt from his jaws as he cut down a poor soldier who'd been caught short. Kelmor was starting to like this ranged combat, until his weapon gave a pathetic click, the magazine having been bled dry. With a grunt, Kelmor threw the gun aside once again, drawing both his maces again and let out another war cry.