Rebellion Rebellion | Fires over Kesh - The Bryn'adûl v The Kesheri Imperium

[Alwine Daye]

Location: Gyn, En route to the Central Island
Objective: Turn the planetary shields on
Wearing: Armor
Wielding: WindWhisper
Enemies: Brynadul
Allies: So far, everyone else
Tags: Anse Baenshaol Dexter Zytros | +Open

Still inside the building, Alwine had no clue of what was happening outside. Did not know that the city shields were down, did not know that more of the monsters had made it into the city. This was probably for the better, considering that the situation on Kesh was likely the most dire one on a global scale she had ever been in. While it wasn't truly comparable with being captured and tortured on Stewjon, there was much less faith here that she would not end up as a scraggy rug, buried under the collateral damage that was running rampant around the city.

But now… Now she could feel the vibrations going through the building in response to the quakes that were happening outside, and everything inside of her wanted to howl and run away with her tail tucked between her back legs. She was not accustomed to such situations. To battle one of the monsters, that would have been more familiar territory. To be stuck in the middle of what might have been a natural disaster happening at the same time as an onslaught from the beasts, that was different territory all together.

"Here," she whispered after a few more hallways had been passed. Dexter had left them, gone to do something else. Alwine had been relieved at that – it meant one less person to directly worry about for her. If he got hurt now, there was nothing she could do to avoid it. Now the only person still under her responsibility was the other Lupine, Anse Baenshaol . At least for the past few minutes, he'd been relatively quiet. It was much easier to panic and be scared when the only other person around you shared your species with wasn't making lewd comments.

Walking into the relevant control room, Alwine opened her holomap again, zooming in. Her eyes went to wat the button they were looking for looked like, and quickly enough, she located it. "So I suppose pressing this means we get locked on the planet with whatever monsters are already here," she said with a sigh.

And then, since they'd been through quite enough melodrama in order to get here, Alwine just punched the button.

It was time for the planetary shield to come up.

Summary
Alwine pushes the button. Planetary shields are coming online.

 

[LeoraLiliana]

Location: Gyn
Wearing: Mandalorian heavy armor: Style here:
Equipped: Vibro-ax , Z-6 rotary blaster cannon, 12 emp grenades.
Squad: 11 men , heavy gunning artillery cannons all quipped with side arm blasters.
Enemies: The Brynadul
Allies: KESH, Agents of Chaos,:
Post:
Tags: Open

Well.... there goes Scherezade deWinter , down the hole.... the very big one.... without checking how deep it was? My lord she'd mental.
Still that didn't stop Leo from following. She'd take a run jump, and follow down, her suit protecting her from the fall, hitting the ground crouched, steam releasing from her boots as the impact buffer deactivated.
She'd stand rolling her shoulders and stretching out before glancing around the cave.
Her visor glowing and illuminating the walls.
She'd study them slowly as the others chattered and moved on... it didn't take her long to see whatever made these were more likely organic, the curves in the walls and the substances stuck to the outer rim gave her some good indication of what this thing might be.
"Hey Scherezade!" She'd call starting to jog over to her. " These aren't made by machine....something organic must have been through here, the way the walls are, i'd say something very large and very angry." She'd say glancing round pointing at what she was addressing. " Guessing we need to go hunting?"

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Gyn
Wearing: Armatura | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | The Sofitor
Wielding: 8 Nozhi Blades | 1 Whimsy Knife | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Clarion | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke | Combat Gauntlets | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader KD-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Enemies: The Brynadul
Allies: Non-Brynnies
Specific Tags: LeoraLiliana Octavius Bellator Helska Brood Soloman Priest Tarre Priest Hraelga Nacht Sor-Jan Xantha Primarch Drek'ma | +Open!

Joined now by Leona, Scherezade grinned as her new friend scanned their surroundings. Leona mentioned it being something organic, something large, and Scherezade shuddered in response. "A hunting we will go," she nodded in agreement. Looking up to take in again the fact that they would be dealing with something much, much taller than the both of them together, she shook her head to herself.

"That way," she pointed, "the air feels warmer that way. Which means that's the direction it… Force, if this is its size I hope there's only one of it there, but it went that way." Of course, neither she nor Leona had any way of knowing that they were standing in a tunnel caused by a Servitor, and not the four kilometer beast that was rampaging through other parts of the city.

And of course, everything was still shaking. While their tiny group walked, Scherezade more than once had to hold her hand u, to signal to the others to pause while they waited for bits of debris and ceiling to drop down before they walked on, constantly sensing forward with the Force. The terror could easily be felt. When they'd passed at least a kilometer or two without bumping into anything, the fear of the monster had changed and was now a healthy fear of being buried alive.

Thankfully, they weren't so deep underground that their GPS chips all still worked, at least for the time being. "Are we talking towards city center?" Scherezade asked, looking at the way they'd gone and where they were still going. At one juncture, they'd seen a tunnel that was much bigger – and decided to healthily avoid it for the time being. "I hope that whatever is tunneling under the city isn't going to hit the lake. Death by tunnel flood seems like a terrible waste of our lives."

 

[Fomoris]

Objective: A - PLANETARY FORCE
Post: 2
Nearby: Salis Salis Bazh'Thu Bazh'Thu
Enemies: The Keshiri Imperium I Agents of Chaos
The Dark Hand I The Red Dragon.
Accompanying: 4 (2) Brute Grenadiers

At the shamans command, Fomoris opened fire into the ranks of the droids, sending forth the Bryn shots deadly loads of explosives sailing through the air, meeting the salvos that the droids were sending into the other Brutes. Watching the explosives blossom amongst the red mechanical foe, they reminded him much more of humans in the way that they fell as opposed to the usual staccato movements that accompanied droids.




Why, if given the chance to augment yourself with cybernetics and to detach yourself from fear, would you choose to instead just make yourself a red-skinned version of pitiful humans?​

I’ll never understand these weaklings.

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As the other grenadiers continued their sustained rate of fire, Fomoris turned to the lightsabre wielding figure, just in time to see it turn and scream, a tidal wave of power heading their way, a bow wave of vegetation and earth hurling towards them. Leaping to the others, he tried to smash them aside from out of it’s path but was unable to get the whole squad out of the way. Pushing himself into one of the other Brutes, grabbing another as he fell, he was able to save the pair from utter obliteration.


Just the close proximity of the wave was enough to pick the three Brutes up and hurl them away, landing heavily amongst the churned up underbrush and exposed loam. Forcing himself upwards, the Baedurin looked to where his fellows had stood and saw they were eradicated, entirely torn apart and scattered across the field. With a roar, he charged passed the other Brutes, unknowing and uncaring on whether he was still in an operation state. Glaive in hand, he charged at the force-user, intent on supporting their Shaman in tearing her apart.

 

[Dexter Zytros]

Location: Gyn,
Objective: Turn the planetary shields on
Wearing: Light stealth armor: Blends into surround with auto camouflage
Wielding: Electrostaff, Two Vibroblades
Enemies: Brynadul
Allies: Agents of Chaos, the Dark Hand, Kesh
Tags: Anse Baenshaol Alwine Daye | Aeizori-Mei Kaeirosae Open
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Dex and Aeizori-Mei Kaeirosae would start their way inside the tower.
Dex was heading on, his hands in his pockets as he moved, slanted back less running now and more catching his breath because all of 5 miles was hell of a distance to run.
He'd glance at his wrist looking to the holo map again, reading what he needed to do and following it to the switch panel.
He had no idea what was coming for them, nor did he have any idea what it was.
When the fox looking thing spoke again he'd look to the kids before shaking his head... he wasn't shaking his head in a nope haven't seen them... more of a best not ask that question.

Inside he'd start fiddling with the control panels, sighing deeply as he felt the ground under them starting to rumble violently.
He'd glance up to the window in time to see the planetary shields raise around them... well thank god something is working, he didn't have to worry so much now. Now if he turned on the back up it would help protect the primary tower.
He'd start fiddling with the switches again struggling to walk as the ground trembled again as buildings outside started to fall not far from them..... something was coming.

"HEY! What weapons do you have.... we are going to need them ready... any canons? big boom things? " He'd ask looking to Aeizori-Mei Kaeirosae urgently. Something big was coming there way not that he could see what yet. They were going to need something big if it could take down the other towers.

 

[Aeizori-Mei Kaeirosae]

Location: Gyn, following Dex.
Objective C! : Saving Civilians and turning on the Planetary Shield Generator with Dex.
Weaponry: Just a Vibroblade
Allies: Keshiri Imperium and its Allies.
Enemies: Strange monstrous beings.
Tag: Dexter Zytros || Primarch Drek'ma (I think I need to tag you)

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Well, she too ran with Dex heading to where ever he was going. Perhaps the boys parents could be in the same direction. Who really know. She frowned at Dex's answer though, and once at the tower she instructed her troops to guard the building. These tremors are starting to get her rather worried and frightened. Something, something surely is around and she can't quite tell what it is. She held the boy rather close though, not wanting to let him out of her grip. "M-Me? Well. I, I only have my blade and a few tricks, but that's, that's mainly it. The soldiers also have basic gear. Not much... Ehm. Why? Does it have anything to do with the earthquakes and tremors?"

After speaking, Aeizori did sound rather scared and moved to set the boy down nearby to free her arms to use her blade properly. "W-What's going on?" The boy asked. "Shh. Don't worry. Everything will be fine. We're safe here. We have armed guards just outside the building. Nothing will get pass them." And Aeizori got down onto her knees to hug the boy. Hopefully her words are true, and she prays that whatever is causing these earthquakes isn't anything serious and is just from the battle around the city and not inside it.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective - B
Tags: Solan Charr | Vulpesen | Dexter Zytros | Scherezade deWinter | Alwine Daye | Aeizori-Mei Kaeirosae | Anse Baenshaol | Tathra Khaeus | Galak | Krael Vizkla | Hraelga Nacht | Hrajlmak'Natok | Mig Gred | R Reyn Australis
Equipment: Staff | Cuirass |
Forces: ORBIT - 14x Carriers | 12x Battlecruisers | x11 Ra'maks | PLANETARY - x1 Hadad | x4 Servitors |

The great serpent Hadad carved a path toward the first Generator, it was alone unlike the other two. The creature burrowed slightly deeper, hiding the majority of its form as the ground rumbled for miles; its black spines tearing through the city streets and earth, cracks forming as the foundations of the city across the four-thousand stretch of the colossal creature's form began to break. In its wake, sink-holes devoured entire blocks of buildings, civilians and milita alike buried and suffocated by the foundations of the very city that was intended to protect them. It was the ultimate betrayal, the lies fed to these people would be their undoing.

Hadad arrived at the first Generator, even with the City Shield deactivated; they would ensure they could not reactivate it - even with the planetary shield active, that would change nothing. Their fate, was sealed. All Drek'ma could do now, was quicken their passage. The four other Servitors were divided, two more were directed to the front-lines to assist the Chieftain. The other two heated for one of the planetary Generators, Hadad would deal with the second. But first, the Cities shield generator would be destroyed.

Even before his arrival, ever loose object inside the Generator building began to shake, the ground would tear as mere glimpses of the incomprehensibly large beast could be seen, saw by those who had but mere moments to live. The grand serpents head passed under the Generator's building, raising its lower back as the ground around the building plunged into the abyss beneath, the massive creature filtering through the ground beneath as its black spikes tore through the building, any defences it could have possibly had, demolished by the City Destroyers sheer mass as its body twisted, burrowing deeper as it moved in a circular motion, all of its bodily spikes tearing through everything around it, sinking the entire area in a great rumble.

The City Shield's generator was destroyed, and soon so would be the people of Kesh. The two Servitors headed for the Planetary Shield Generator that was first activated, its energy pulse drawing them to it. Hadad would head for the other, and then; their defences would be destroyed.

Spoiler: Summary:

Hadad destroys city generator, city shield is down already. Two servitors head for generator Alwine is at, whilst Hadad heads for one Dex is at after destroying the city generator. Other two Servitors head to the front-lines.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Location: Gyn
Objective: Figure out what the kark is going on.
Allies: Everyone who isn't Bryn'adul? That's probably a start anyway.
Enemies: Bryn'adul. Probably. Maybe.
Items of Note: Youngling Robes | Paperweight | QQ-83N Sidearm | HoloLink XJ9
Tags Out For Harambe: LeoraLiliana | Scherezade deWinter

"Kid... what are you doing here? You should be evacuating with the others."

The tow-headed boy craned his head around. Cerulean blue eyes blinked as they looked up at a vaguely humanoid assortment of armor and weapons. Mandalorian to be certain. Female-ish? It was really hard to tell with the helmet and armor.

"Well, I waaaaas delivering a caf, but not it seems like I'm doing..." the boy began, gesturing over at the knife-wielding maniac who was currently sipping Starbucks. Then he paused to look around. City under siege. Explosions. Panic. This was definitely Scherezade territory. "...whatever this is."

What had she said? Some agreement about liberating planets?

Pumping a fist in the air, the youngling half-heartedly chimed, "Free Kesh! Yeah!"

Seriously. What were they even doing?

The answer: blowing chit up. Like, hardcore.

A Force Shield evaporated in a haze of blue-ish light, the boy's hand falling away as a protection bubble popped up to buffer the trio from the backblow of that explosion, as bits of pavement and earth rained down over them.

And then Scherezade hopped down into the hole because what sane organic wouldn't?

And then Mando Pride jumped in after. With a shrug, the Anzat followed, though his descent was oddly slow. As a telekinetic, Sor-Jan could throw around several metric tons. Managing his own paltry body weight was hardly an inconvenience in comparison.

"These aren't made by machine....something organic must have been through here," the boy heard Mandovellian remarking, as the child's shoes touched down on the floor of the cavern.

The tunnels ahead were dark, but the boy was hardly bothered by that. Jedi were trained not to rely on their eyes, and Sor-Jan's Anzat heritage, in particular, gave him extrasensory perception that he more often relied upon.

"Death by tunnel flood seems like a terrible waste of our lives."

"Well, there's a cheery thought," the boy chimed from the back of the trio's group. Regarding the new chick, the boy added, "I'm SJ, by the way."

 

[Helska Brood]

Post 2
Location: En Route to Gyn
Target Objective: Collect Bounty on Scherezade deWinter
Allies: Ragnar Syndicate Guild Hunters [ Soloman Priest & Tarre Priest ]
Equipment & Weapons:
EQUIPMENT:

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BODY ARMOR -
- Modified Vonduun Skerr Kyrric & Cortosis-Weave Hybrid Armor:
Helska’s body is almost always encased in a black body tight suit. Although from afar it maybe mistaken for any combat suit, in actuality it is a high-performance and durable “second skin” suit made from Yuuzhan Vong Technology Crab Armor. The Vonduun material has been modified into a weave that covers her entire body and provides almost entirely lightsaber, blaster, and slugthrower protection. In addition, the Cortosis Weave provides a greater added layer of protection from lightsaber attacks. Slashes, cuts, and to some extend stabs are ineffective and repeated, heavier, attacks are needed to penetrate
- Photo-Optic Replicator:
Embedded into the Hybrid Armor is a Photo-Optic Replicator which can provide Helska with short periods of complete optical camouflage. The sensor would take readings of the visual spectrum surrounding the user, while the holoprojector would display the readings on the wearer itself. By doing so, the OptiRep would make the user appear as their surroundings, essentially rendering them invisible. However, if the user moved faster, it would cause the image being projected to blur, and become distorted
- SG-1001 "Vishnu" Military Shield
Mounted in the Hybrid Armor. Available for activation when Personal Energy Shield is inactive
EQUIPMENT ASSETS-
+ MV-18 "Force" Class Vambrace
+ Personal Energy Shield (Mounted on Belt)
WEAPONS-
Heavy Blaster Pistols:

• RSKF-44 Heavy Blaster (x2 in Shoulder Holster)
  [*]
  

HG-88 "Big Iron" Hand Cannon (x2 in Hip-Strap Holsters)
Rifles:
+ BR-212 "Jackal" Adaptive Combat Rifle
Melee:
+ VibroDagger (x2 In shoulder holster sub-pouches)
MISC ASSETS-
+ Voxyn Hound - Ripper

CYBERNETICS:

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BODY -
-Dura-Skin Implant Armor:
+ Achilles Model Sub-dermal armor plating beneath synthetic skin of torso, neck, and head providing an extra secondary layer of armor plating made of Durasteel and Plasteel.
- Rybcoarse & RIMPack Muscular-Nervous System:
+ RIMPack:

• Entire nervous system replaced with bio-engineered neural web
• Provides faster processing of sensory data - enhanced reaction time, awareness and reflexes

+Rybcoarse:
- Entire muscular system replaced with artificial high-performance tissue - greater stamina and strength
-Pain Damper:
+ Cybernetic nerve implant that allows Helska to tune out extreme fatigue and pain.
- Cortical Datasplint:
+ Cybernetic spinal implant which allows Helska to store large amounts of extra information within the brain in a secure secondary memory dump.
HEAD -
- Hi-Sense Enhanced Eyes
+ Helska's eyes have artificial photoreceptors, allowing her a wider range of the visual spectrum - inlcuding: Infrared, low-light, nightvision, and motion sensor vision.
-Brain Recorder:
+Her optic sensors are linked to a Brain Recorder which connects the optic nerve and brain in order to record everything she sees for later retrieval.
-Q-22 Retinal Tracker:
+ A cybernetic implant, fitted to the retina and in the brain, that assisted in tracking and targeting. Allows Helska to perform precision shots or shots on multiple targets.
ARMS -
- Cyberscanner Arm:
+ Cyberscanner arm incorporated a basic scanner for medium range detection, and displayed data via a holoprojector that appeared above the user's open palm. A typical cyberscanner arm was capable of detecting and displaying motion, life-forms, energy signatures, and other common targets as desired.
-Digital Lockpick:
+ A class of cybernetics that consisted of a cybernetic appendage, usually a finger, equipped with a number of small tools to assist in cracking both physical and electronic locks.

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Helska opened her mouth to supply a retort but, shook her head and closed her lips together. She wasn't particularly energized to start one of their well warn out snark-on-snark combat wit feuds. Those usually ended into two things: eventually regretful sex or blaster fire. And frankly, neither felt that appetizing. She looked down and petted her voyxn hound and picked up the tracking fob that was clipped to her armor's chest plating. The fob was blinking faster and faster, beeping with a greater intensity and volume. Helska cocked a brow and looked to the holographic read-out once more on her vambrance. The target was moving. It had crossed the city outer parameters and was making headway into the ghostly grids that overlaid they projected arcology of Gyn City.

"Priest," Helska barked to Soloman Priest , before standing up and calling the team's attention to her read out.

"Bounty's moving. We need to make some landfall soon and pursue."

The voxyn hound rose from its slumber and prowled towards Helska's side.

Helsha tapped a few commands to the vambrance and the appature of the miniature holo-projector's lenses widened. The tracking map ballooned to bath the innards of the gunship in a florescent blue shimmer. Helska pointed to where the bounty had first remained stationary, perhaps waiting for some opportunity to present itself to infiltrate the city further.

"This is the last location of rest before movement. I say we drop here and establish the hunt from there."

 

[Soloman Priest]

Location: En Route to Gyn
Target Objective: Collect Bounty on Scherezade deWinter
Allies: Ragnar Syndicate Guild Hunters [ Helska Brood & Tarre Priest ]
Equipment & Weapons:

• Armor
  • The Demon's Coat
  • Ysalamiri Nutrient Pack
• Weapons
  • Two (2) HG-88 'Big Iron' Hand Cannon
  • One (1) Inferos Class Disruptor Rifle
  • One (1) BR-212 "Jackal" ACR
  • Four (4) C-11 "Nastirci" Combat Knife
  • One (1) VB-113 "Tidefall" Class Vibroblade
  • Various Jaeger Ammunition

​

Unlike Helska, he enjoyed their snark-on-snark combat wit feuds. He especially liked how they ended with sex he would inevitably regret - but he wouldn’t while it lasted. Though, that did bring back memories of the time she had shot him in the stomach with a heavy bolter, and left him for dead in an alley. For a moment, he could even feel the pain of it - and sighed as a hand ran over the once wound, now healed.​

​

“Then lets set down there.”, he offered back. Helska knew the job in and out, just as he did - so there wasn’t really much room to correct her strategy. If there was a better way to do it, then he hadn’t figured it out - and he doubted Helska or anyone else had either.​

​

The ship responded in turn, and the droid piloting it drove them forward with an invigorating speed that would have thrown them to the floor were it not for the magnolock boots most of them wore; or at least Soloman did. He grunted as the ship came to a halt a few meters from the ground - and the landing pad opened slow to show the city’s horizon.​

​

“You uh -”, Soloman began as he took a step out of the ship. He landed with a thud, and his gun rose with a lightning fast pace as he looked about. The target couldn’t be far.​

​

“- Uh, busy after this Helska? Wouldn’t mind another battle of the minds - in private.”, he offered, snapping his handgun in either direction, waiting for someone with a bigger gun to come out from the cover that surrounded them.​

 

[Solan Charr]

Objective 1

Location: Outer Edge of the City

Theme Songs:

Spoiler

Forces (Usable for all Defenders):

Spoiler

City Defenses: Gyn + 300,000 Militia from the City

The Shadow Legion

Keshiri Army Groups 1, 2, 3, and 4:

1. 500,000 troops per Army Group (700,000 Dead)
2. 2 IHAW-Mk 1 Heavy Walkers (1 Damaged)
3. 2000 Usurper Class Tank Destroyers (1500 Destroyed)
4. 1000 Screecher Class Missile Droids (750 Destroyed)
5. 2000 Hyperion Class Artillery Droids (1500 Destroyed)
6. 1000 Jericho Class Tank Droids (1000 Destroyed)
7. 4000 Striker Class War Droids (2500 Destroyed)
8. 2000 Revenant Destroyer Droids (1500 Destroyed)
9. 3000 Umbra Class Dropships (1000 Destroyed)

Aurora Aid (Pending)

Allied Forces: Vitae, AoC, Others.

Equipment:

Spoiler

1. A Gardener's Heart
2. Single Blade Lightsaber
3. Blaster Pistol

Tags: Noah Corek Vulpesen Adara Raxis LeoraLiliana Salis Scherezade deWinter Tathra Khaeus Darth Adekos Raijin Arashi Arbiter Galak Rahm Krael Vizkla Primarch Drek'ma Hraelga Nacht



Solan grinned as the shields disappeared on his order and the fighting began anew. His hand casting out a line of seeds, imperceptible at first before the same hand clenched down and the jewel he carried hummed to life, bramble reaching out and grabbing at the legs and bodies of any unfortunate to come across his living minefield, caught and torn apart by blaster fire and slugthrowers, a round sailing past him and striking one of his own men as the fighting became a bloodbath as Drones got into the trenches, as his men fought back with vibroblades and with the force. The Shadow Legion, his royal guard, were not so without their own powers as he drew out his saber once more and cut through a drone, Nida Vaal, his trusty shadow coming up behind him and gunning down another being as she grinned at him.

The trusty lieutenant of his fought by his side, his shadow legion pushing out from the trench to fight with blaster, blade, saber, force and anything else in their control. Flames licking the bodies of his men and those of the Brynaduil, another spike finding its place as his left arm came forward, redirecting the shot but finding it cut through his side. He rushed forward, turning one of the Drone's own weapons on them and blasting a hole through them before grinning wide and removing the Drone's skull.

Vulpesen and Mig Gred were nearby, he could feel them, alongside Alexandra on the opposite front and all the chaos in the city, causing a moment of pause to look around as one of his walkers were attacked and their attacks did nothing to the biological creatures of the Brynaduil. No matter what they did it seemed like they were never doing damage to these absurd creatures and beings but Solan wasn't quite done himself as his men retook their position in the trenches and held there, using heavy guns to cut down anyone trying to get close as Solan sat down and concentrated.

He then heard the word about the generator being swallowed up. It was amusing to Solan, who had already had the shield shut down so the enemy merely stopped the shield from coming back online is all. They achieved no goal by attacking the generator he had ordered turned off anyways, and now the two planetary generators remained untouched as he grinned widely from where he sat on the front lines still and listened to the battle continue to rage. No matter how hard the Brynaduil would have to push, there was still over a million defenders left. They had killed many, people and droids, all likes but they failed to understand that Keshiri knew their home was under threat of genocide. The Brynaduil had attacked a planet who had suffered the rule of sith for millennia, had grown even further into a culture of strength, beauty and warfare. Solan had come and focused that culture and tradition to fight those who would bring harm to the Keshiri and those who would see their way of life alter, their progress and prosperity dashed.

These were not people who had another home to run to, not republicans who had another planet to hold, not sith who could care less about losing a world, not Confederates who used droids in the millions. This was a people who had no where else to go, who had fought for decades now across the galaxy, growing stronger. The Brynaduil would have to kill every last one of them if they ever expected to take this planet, and every last one of them would fight back, in forests, jungle, mountains, tundra. All the biomes and cities of the world that the Brynaduil found themselves on. And Solan would take his place at their front, even if he died from his actions with his skin cracking apart as if he were made of clay.

Solan's smile grew sad as he stood up and looked out, raising his hand once more, holding the gem before reaching out and letting it disappear from his hand, transported to his heir and his soul's ties to it weakening from the distance. He looked at Nida, his partner in this fight, his partner in the last decades, the woman who had been one of the first he had saved and who came to worship and stand beside him.

"Nida, see to it that our home never falls." Solan smiled as his skin tore away from his face again, his cheek now with a hole in it as he looked forward and he breathed out.

"Oh force, give me your power, give me all I require, bend life to my will and grant me it all." The darkside became a very visible reaction, his left arm splitting apart as he let the darkside grab at his body and tear it apart, raising what was now a mess of shadow and dark energy, looking past it and towards the enemy army. Yes, they were in their lines and his men protected him as he continued his prayer and targetted all that he could before him. His the earth infront of him withering, bodies being drained of their last bits of life, everything turning to ash before him as his body screamed out and blood began to pour from his left eye.

Solan smiled though, continuing to speak.

"I give you a life, mine and all those who have fallen, I give you everything to protect my home. Take from me what you require, take from me my life, my soul, take from me whatever you so wish. Tear my body apart and send me into the Netherworld where I belong finally." Solan looked forward, wincing as his right arm was cut free, his saber falling to the ground, rolling away from him and picked up by his trustful servant, who stared at him with sadness of her own. Solan continued to just smile and the darkside twisted out from his hand, shooting out like lightning, but black in color and twisting, cutting through anything that came close, draining the life from any drones or beasts as the area stretched out further. Ten feet became a hundred, a hundred became a thousand, the earth itself becoming a dead plain as he cried out and his leg fell apart now too, leaving him kneeling on one leg, Nida there to hold him up as he continued to use the force and drained the life, blasted apart everything before him as he gave himself to the darkside.

He watched, his vision fading finally for good, no sight physical or through the force. He spoke as his face continued to peel away like clay. A few tears finding his eyes as the children he had, both adopted and by blood came to his mind. He thought of Jairdain , of friends like Joza Perl and Aedan Miles , he even smiled as the thought of Darth Metus came to mind, the man a complicated relation considering their last days.

Then he thought of Aeizori-Mei Kaeirosae , the little one he had saved and could feel in the city. She would get a simple message from him, a apology and to find his children, to help them, his other leg crumbling under him as the power he used, even though he drained the life from the enemy army, was too much and his body succumbed to what he was doing.

The thoughts continued as he found his body twisting and becoming shadow. A request to Vulpesen to protect his people, a thankful word to everyone as his mind reached out, a final goodbye before he pushed Nida away with the force, sending her into the trench and then screaming out, a pained roar that sounded across the battlefield as fire, shadows and life itself twisted to Solan's will, his face fading and his body twisting apart. Drawing everything around him in and then nothing.

All that remained, was a seed dropped, one that grew into a glowing blue flower, one of Solan's Eternal Mourners, the last one.

 

[Galak]

Objective - B
Tags: Tathra Khaeus | Fomoris | Krael Vizkla | Primarch Drek'ma | Sarask Hiskt | Xrobas H'kahn | Hraelga Nacht | Hrajlmak'Natok | Solan Charr | Vulpesen | R Reyn Australis | Mig Gred | @
Equipment: Glaive | RAW | Kukri | Bryn Shot | Spiker
Forces: The 10th Regiment [6 Companies| 167] | 200x Savage Drone Vanguards [394,551] | x200 Drone Battalions [157,810] | 8720x Rhivaks | 5,000x Brumak | x0 Seeker Units | x400 Quilxyn | x40 Shamans |

The Brute ducked down as a missile flew by, sliding to a halt behind the fallen carcass of a Ra'mak; reloading his RAW. Bodies fell in every direction, the ground was littered with more of their kin than his, yet the massive lumps of discarded flesh painted the ground with blacks and red; fires of destroyed technological instruments lit up the sky, black with smoke and fire in every perceivable direction. Galak and his Brutes had made it into the trenches alongside their Drones and Savage Drones; Galak laid down supressing fire as the Savage Drones tore into the defenders, their massive four armed bodies tearing away their rifles before tearing away limb from limb.

One leapt onto a man who raised his secondary weapon at him, pinning him down. Its left arms held him and his rifle down, the upper right arm held the human's left by the wrist. The Savage dug its head into his collar, tearing off his arm before throwing him aside. Galak waited as six Brutes moved to join him, nodding to them as he switched from his rifle to the Bryn Shot. The Brute General leapt down into the trenches, firing off a salvo of grenade bolts into the enemy forces; their weak flesh set alit, bits and pieces of soldiers torn into shreds. Galak turned as fire dotted his back, slashing in an upward arc as he cleaved the man behind him in halves with bayonet of the Bryn Shot, freeing his left hand as he grabbed the gun of the second defender; yanking it away and impaling him with the Bryn Shot's bayonet. Galak roared in his dead face, moving to pull the Bayonet free when something... happened. All around him, for some three-hundred yards the sky and ever inch of vision was filled with black tendrils; in mere moments - thousands of Drones, and Savages, Rhivaks were evaporated.

The forty Shamans moved to combat it, sensing it before any of the others did as they created a force barrier; delaying impeding storm of dark as it tore through a few hundred feet of Bryn'adûl forces, and their own.

When the tendril came for him, Galak pulled to remove his rifle; and subsequently the dead human with it, it struck for his chest - partially absorbed by the dead man as Galak was thrown to the ground. The Brute gasped, loosing all feeling as he choked slowly on his tongue. Galak had lost control, again. All vision he had in his last eye began to fade, a few breathes. From the corner of his eye, all he could see was...

"Tathra..."

The Drael who had promised them victory, strength and glory. And he was to fade here, amidst the muck and blood of lesser fiends?

Spoiler: Summary -

Galak dying, not dead. Thousands of Drones/Savage Drones and roughly one-thousand Rhivaks killed. Some Brutes killed too.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

OBJECTIVE A - PLANETARY FORCE
Location: Gyn , assaulting the inside and outside of the western defenses
Equipment: [X] [X] [X] [X]
Personal Units [direct control]

Spoiler

1x Servitor
1x Zealot squad
2x Obalisc [absorbed into Tathra Khaeus invasion force]
20x Rhivak
1x Hunting Pack Alpha

Full army

Spoiler

10x Zealot Units
10x Brute companies [splitting off 2 to join Tathra Khaeus ]
100x Drone Battalions
400x Rhivak
10x Brumak

5x Phedrak Carrier

Tag: Tathra Khaeus | Scherezade deWinter | Alexandra Feanor

It seemed that her rise to the ground had been noticed, but not at such a way that she had hoped, hardly any forces seemed to focus on her, which all things considered was a nice thing, especially when she noticed she was actually closer to Hrajlmak'Natok his forces than her own. Cursing slightly under her breath, she jumped off of the massive servitor, having two companies of drones and the shaman remain behind for a moment. Due to her momentary thrill of glory, she had not seen Scherezade deWinter jump into the hole made by one of the sentinels present, thus she did not react to this audacity.

"Shaman Hrajlmak!!" The female Baedurin yelled loudly, forcing her drones to fall like a flood upon the defenses keeping the assault on the wall at bay. She really hoped the shaman could hear her, as she was certain it would allow for his spirit and resolve to bolster, to make sure he would be reinvigorated in his pursuit to break down the defenses before him and to gain the glory alongside her and the others. "Do not falter, the Bryn'adûl will conquer all today!!"

Giving the signal to the company of drones and the shaman that didn't follow the swarm of drones she had sent forward to split the enemy defender's attention and thus lessen their impact, the shaman instantly knew what to do, while the drones kept defending him. With a loud rumble, the servitor's gullet started to pulsate, letting out a deep trembling noise before it suddenly rose up and lurched forwards towards the defenders as well, aiming to gobble up entire squads worth of man, droid and pieces of the wall that would be defiant enough to remain in its way or to stay in it's path.

Allowing the shaman and one of the drone companies to follow the servitor as it burrowed itself into the ground again to feed, the Marauder contacted her forces at the eastern front to encircle the city and to aid Hrajlmak's forces, but to leave behind at least two brute companies to defend the Obaliscs.

Spoiler: situation

1. Using the resurfacing drones to overwhelm and distract the western defenses, aiming to sweep it all aside by throwing the servitor at the defenders
2. full retreat from eastern front to bolster Hrajlmak's assault on the west, but retaining two companies of brutes to defend the obaliscs that continue to assault the eastern front.

 

[Rahm]

Objective: B
Aboard a phredak carrier; hyperspace
Personal Units: Honor Guard (6x Zealots, 2x Heavy Brutes)

Reinforcements: 20 phredak carriers; 3,000 phedrak fighters; 240 Dispersal Pods; 60 Heldrak Dropships 250 Drone Batallions (200,000 units) 8 Companies of Brutes, 20 Ravagers, 20,000 Rhivaks

Total troop count: 336,000

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Marauder Rahm paced the bridge of the large carrier impatiently. They'd gotten the call for reinforcements, but the trip from Formos was taking too long for the monolithic mutant. At this rate, the battle would be won before he tasted blood.

"Gird yourself, Marauder. We are almost there. There will be plenty of blood to spill when we arrive."

Rahm grunted a vague acknowledgement at the Shaman that had been stationed with him since his overthrow of the planet. The mystic was right, of course, but his words did little to suppress the Marauder's bloodlust. He needed to feel flesh giving way under his blade, to hear bones splinter trying to stand against am unstoppable force.

He went to the his station, ready to communicate with the fleet upon arrival. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the carriers dropped out of Hyperspace and into a warzone.

"Launch all phedraks!"

Fighters were jettisoned into the black, taking up a patrol pattern around the more vulnerable carriers.

"Ground forces have been informed of our arrival, Marauder. We just have to wa-..."

The Shaman stopped cold, a claw pressed to ridged cranium.

"No..."

He turned to regard Rahm with steely eyes.

"Get to your Dropship. You must be ready."

Rahm grunted and headed down with his Honor Guard. Once he was out of earshot, the Shaman placed both hands on his head.

"We may have lost everything already."

Spoiler: Summary

Rahm shows up with reinforcements, ready to deploy when his comrades get the shield down. Also TATHRA IS IT TROUBLE.

 

[Krael Vizkla]

Equipment: Barad Spec Ops Armour, Barad Spike Rifle, Barad Glaive
Location: Gyn
Forces: 8 Squads of Brutes, 18 Ravager Brutes, 6 Quilxyn, 4 Rhivak
Objective:
Objective A - Planetary Force
Allies: | The Bryn'adûl |
Enemies: | The Agents of Chaos | The Dark Hand | The Kesh Imperium | The Red Dragon |
Tags: N/A
Post: #2

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Krael's grip on the handle of his specialised pod tightened five seconds before the pod slammed into the harsh, freshly razed ground of Kesh. Within the next thirty seconds, his complement of 12 regular pods came crashing down. His pod could have taken a whole ship by itself to transport, for that was the size needed to house the 4 Rhivak he accompanied. The six metre tall beasts were one of the very few things Krael knew of that had a chance against a Ravager in singular combat. Yet he could not truly compare the Orbalisc to the Rhivak, not as he could compare a Rhivak to a Brumak. They were similar yet too different.

Despite the customised nature of the pod, Krael still felt himself restricted in movement by the Rhivak, no doubt, they felt much the same. Krael, could at the very least, turn his head or raise an arm, which was lucky, as he doubted the Rhivak could have launched the pod themselves, or opened the hatch. Though, that last bit mattered little. As Krael pulled on a lever, the door refused to open. The Brute Captain had no patience, however, and walked up to the large door, and delivered a fatal kick to it, severely denting it to the point of creating a large hole, yet a kick alone was not enough. He delivered a second kick, creating a parallel hole to it's predecessor.

He let out a low growl, silencing the Rhivak that had been slowly becoming more impatient at being locked up longer than necessary. He did not even need to turn around to administer fear to the Rhivak, for even they knew, if that was the right description, that he had killed a Krayt Dragon, and could no doubt do the same to them with less, especially in the enclosed space. He then bent his large frame, and grabbed the door by the holes he had made, and let out a louder growl, raising the door with in-human strength, greater than that of an average Brute, even. The door was meant to contain Rhivak, and clearly situationally designed, for a single Rhivak could break free with ease, given the space it would have, and the low level of strength required to puncture the metal.

He raised it only a metre, however, enough for the two leading Rhivak to raise it up the rest of the way with him. He let go of the door, and reached to his back, freeing his rifle from it's holster. He held it in his hands, and took in the stench of the plasma weaponry the humans were so reliant upon, for it was abundant above all else here, beat only by the scent of fear and death upon the air. He took the smells in, and stepped forward, his boots leaving a heavy indentation in the dirt. He took another step forward, and bent his head back, holding his spike rifle in one hand, letting out a roar of blood lust, echoed by the ravagers that had been released from their metal drop pods, then echoed once again by the Rhivak, who had come out in force behind him. It was echoed a final time by his Brute Majors, who immediately began issuing orders to their squads, who needn't be ordered, as they had already began their assault on the city.

They had been doing just that ever since they had landed. They had taken advantage of the ride here to develop a plan, involving supply drops on their direct path towards the main force. It was well for the forces that they had indeed planned this, as by the time they had reached the first supply drop, they were all but out of ammo, carried to victory by the Rhivak and Ravagers. By the third supply drop, Krael had discarded his rifle, and had begun charging and leaping on the humans brave enough to meet death with their eyes open. He was not an elegant glaive-fighter, that usually fell to the less bulky of the Bryn'adûl, yet he was an expert, if witnessing him in action was not enough evidence, then the amputated limbs, limbless bodies with lacerations deep enough to show bone, and as long as a human's arm should work instead.

By the fifth supply drop, the Brute Strike Force had lost three grenadiers, a heavy, and five regular Brutes. The Rhivak had taken damage, yet only one had any injuries to note down, the Ravagers were still going strong, getting into enemy lines and killing before they had the opportunity to get shot. The humans had taken to using explosives, and less conventional means, yet it took all that the side forces had to do the damage they did, and they did not risk using the explosives on the melee troops for fear of wounding their own forces even more.

By the time they had linked up with the main force, a heavy trail of blood, as if there had been an entire bathtub endlessly flowing behind the Captain lead to his final position, his troops jogging up to the front lines from slightly ahead and to the side of the main force, half-flanking some enemy troops on the way, clearing a path. Yet as they approached the frontal force, Krael became aware of a path of destruction approaching. It was enough for him to slide to a stop, mostly uninjured, covered in the crimson blood of the weak enemies that had, in most cases, literally fallen under his boot. His force halted with him, now almost parallel to the main force.

On the front lines, there was a figure that towered above all else. A figure that Krael could, even from this distance, identify as the Chieftain, yet in the next second, the forces surrounding him were obliterated by a wave of destruction, emanating from the enemy's lines. Surely nothing could have survived a such sheer destruction, not even an Orbalisc. He stopped, just for a minute, staring at what had once been the front lines of the great Bryn'adûl assault, now nothing but lifeless corpses.

Where once stood the greatest of the great, there laid only bodies, ash, and dust. Their creator, perhaps some might even call him a father, a mentor, a grandfather. The one Krael had always strived to equal, whom he had looked up to since he was old enough to see, whom split his DNA to create the Draelvasier. The one Draelvasier Krael had thought to be truly invincible. Krael, unlike some Draelvasier, who found words more expressive in a time like this, Krael called upon his more primal nature.

He leaned backwards, his shoulders leaning back aswell, his head tilting back until his eyes faced the sky. He then let out a gut-wrenching, ear-piercing roar that shook the very ground around him, windows that had not been broken in the fighting shattered, the roar then wrung throughout the battlefield, echoing for kilometres in every direction. A guttural sound from deeper than his throat, deeper than his guts, as if his very soul was screaming out in the pain of loss. In some ways, it could be interpreted as if he was calling out to the dead, to warn them of the terrors that would come to them soon.

The Majors had, for once, beaten him to ordering the troops forward into the force shield. A salvation that all the Bryn'adûl on the new front lines could all but rely upon to protect them. Though a majority of the Captain's forces had already made it inside the shield, the final troop to make it inside was a Major, who was then stabbed through the knee by a dying enemy. Krael grabbed the Major as he ran.

Before the Major fell, Krael had already practically picked him up, and was sprinting towards the shield. As the destruction grew ever closer, Krael all but threw the Major into the shield, then slid in himself, barely safe, then turned back, dragging the body of a still living, but collapsed Ravager into the shield, one of the ten Ravagers given to his command that had been rerouted to provide support as his forces were to join with the main force.

Spoiler: Summary

Krael's Forces landed at the city perimeter via drop pod. Stormed the city, took a loss of five Brute Infantry, three Brute Grenadiers, and one Brute Heavy. Serious wounding to one Rhivak. Fought through enemy lines, barely got inside Force Shield protecting main force.

 

[Laziryth]

Laziryth arrived at the checkpoint his master had flown to and was shocked to see his master on the ground. Laziryth ran over to him and knelt beside him shaking him.

"Mike.. Mike! Get up. " Laziryth yelled pulling his rifle examining the area to attempt to discover who had done this.

Mike V'Trechen Salis Riamah

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig looked, hearing Natalya as Reyn was thrown towards him. The Mandalorian caught his nephew with the Force, making sure he didn't do anymore damage to himself. He then looked out to see what the woman was doing.

"Osik.... What the heck!" Mig just shook his head, still drained from his attempt at Force Lightning. He then looked, seeing the Bryn coming before sending a few blaster bolts into the fray. He knew what they had to do, and he didn't like it. "Fallback! Fallback! We need to get to the people with the firepower!" He heaved Reyn up, quickly running back, and firing as he did. He then looked at the worms, then his nephew.

"I hate those worms. Ever since Eshan I've hated those things."

Tathra Khaeus Solan Charr R Reyn Australis Bazh'Thu Anse Baenshaol Galak Fomoris Hraelga Nacht Sor-Jan Xantha

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective - B
Tags: Solan Charr | Tathra Khaeus |
Equipment: Staff | Cuirass |
Forces: ORBIT - 14x Carriers | 12x Battlecruisers | x11 Ra'maks | PLANETARY - x1 Hadad | x4 Servitors |


Drek'ma could feel the battle. Every inch of soil filled with blood oozing from lethal wounds; he felt it all. The gargantuan scale of the Servitor subsequently extended his senses passively, he could feel so much; it was impossible to decipher particular details at this scale, but he could savour the larger picture. All throughout Kesh, the planet burned. Gyn was the last standing beacon of hope, and it too was being torn apart. In every street of Gyn, fires burned as the thousands of Phedrak Fighters and Ra'maks opened fire on the city, battling the transport ships and dozens of Fighters deployed. On the ground, Tathra lead a onslaught - even fewer in number, the Bryn'adûl continued to drive hard into the ranks of their enemies.

Tathra, of all the beings in this maze of thought, he was the sole being that shun brightly enough to be found among the masses. The Primarch's mind was drawn to him, drawn to the battle as the force tried to urge him. It urged him to reach out, to speak. He did not know why until it was far too late, he felt it - first like rain, droplets of disruption then total static. The brave souls of the Bryn'adûl Warriors within the death field extinguished almost instantly. Including..

The Primarch was roused from his meditative state, falling back on his right hand as his eyes opened - gasping. Drek'ma felt something he'd never truly known previously, horror and confusion. This, wasn't possible!

"Sire..." The Primarch murmured to himself, unsure.

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Post: 4
Objective B: Assault on Gyn
Location: Eastern Marisota River
Forces: 8 Brute Companies, lead by 2 Captains, 8 Majors (320 Total) / 320 Skags / 800 Drones (Direct Control)
Armaments:
Brutes: Barad Armour, Wendigo Spiker, Glaive / Spike Rifle (Majors)
Drones: Wendigo Spiker, Daggers, Claws
Engaging: Alexandra Feanor
Tag: Hraelga Nacht
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The initial fireball dissipated into his foe's hand gracelessly yet its purpose realized. With only one hand to support the defense against his swing, a feeble arm stood no match against raw Drael strength. Both of Hrajlmak's massive arms swung with enough force to crunch through duracrete. The blade brought up to parry his swing was slapped aside like nothing. In the same motion, the hand that had blocked fire delivered what felt like a hard punch into Hrajlmak's right wrist before he had brought it up. He grunted audibly but seized the opportunity as all hands, hers and his found themselves away from their parent bodies. He quickly threw his jagged forehead into the young human's own cranium, attempting to disorientate and open up for a critical blow. At the border of earshot nestled deep in the noise of carnage a familiar voice broke through, that of Marauder Nacht. Shouts of triumph. A sentence standing stalwart with the hope it carried. Hope of victory where things seemed to be so quickly turning rotten.

Like a vague proprioception, Hrajlmak felt the static. The rapidly growing mould in his sense of the cosmic energy. Somewhere deep in the city many miles from his own position, something black lashed out. Countless voices of his own kin cried out and then were silenced. And not just muffled by the familiar stench of death but truly, irrevocably silenced under a blanket of violent nothingness. And at the center of this void, the Titan. The perpetual beacon in a sea of incoherence that all Shaman's came to accept as part of their own being overwhelmed by the void. Panic. Anger. But most of all, uncertainty. In a brief moment between combat, Hrajlmak locked eyes with another of his kin. Their face stricken with the same emotion he felt himself. A whisper, shared between them and among the Bryn'adul,

"Tathra.."

 

[Jairdain]

Of course, Jairdain had known about the battle of Kesh. However, the war was not a place for the Master. She wasn't a fighter and wouldn't have been much use to Solan or his people. There were also their children to worry about. The Force and her intuition had told her something like this was going to happen and they agreed she should have them. At least for the time being.

Jairdain was nowhere near Kesh and their kids were being kept safely hidden away. In a way, it reminded her almost of Brad and Marcus. The biggest difference was Solan knew about them and they had basically grown up with him. Her role in their lives had been very small, but they did know who she was.

As the battle progressed, her heart started aching. With the great loss of life happening, this didn't surprise her too much. When he began his ritual, it seemed as if her heart started breaking. His thoughts of her reached across the miles and touched her.

Light and Dark mixed in her mind and heart. Life and Death mingled, merged and married. Falling to her knees, tears of pain and sorrow fell from her eyes as his life faded away. Their separation had been something Jairdain had done. Now she almost regretted that choice. What might have been now would never be. Fortune did not favor Solan and it did her this day. He made his choice and left their children without a father.

This choice would affect not only his world and people but the lives of many others. Not just hers, but countless more. All she could do from this distance was mourn. A time would come when they would be reunited...feeling this deep down inside of her, she smiled through her tears.

I will see you again.

Even if he wasn't able to get the message, their connection would allow her transverse space and maybe even time to regain him. Death in her hands was not absolute. They would meet again.

Solan Charr