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Invasion STANDOFF | Bryn'adûl Invasion of SJC held Lexrul, Ruusan, Sev Tok & Shador

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STANDOFF


OBJECTIVE: Phase 2
THEME: Bloodsport
LOCATION: Exiting The Epitaph
EQUIPMENT: Verikast Juggernaut Platform 12A | Quilxyn Protectors | Assault Carbine | x3 Glaive | Shedder | Radesh
ALLIES: Tathra Khaeus Tathra Khaeus | Sethrak Sethrak | Galak Galak | Gordrak Gordrak | Bryn
ENEMIES: SJC and Allies
TAGS: Open



How fast had the adrenaline pumped through the double hearts as the charge into battle escalated. It wasn’t long and Udomek found him and his squad on the forefront of the fight they opened with heavy fire on the enemy lines. It was hard to see through the fog and the cold was something else but lessons due their armor and shields. That and the heat of the barrel of there guns warmed the air to some degree around them. His squad held there line well or so they thought. Screams echoed in Udomeks ears as his fellow squad mates’ shields began to fall from heavy damage and the bioweapons being dropped from the skies above bit into there lungs as they breath in the air around them.


Two of his squad mates fell to the ground in agony and then three and four. It was almost reminiscent of Sarka as he saw his squad slowly get depleted. However instead of honorable kills from a Jedi it was something unseen, unkillable killing his brothers. Much like Sarka the jedi hid and cowered behind machines and now invisible bacteria or viruses to fight their battles for them. It made him reaffirm the fact that Jedi were cowards except that one Caedyn Arenais who was brave enough to face them head on instead of hiding behind cowards Machinations.


The retreat was sounded and Udomek found himself pulling back as his shield began to sputter from the heavy hits he was taking in the front lines. As he did so he grabbed two of his fellow squad mates that where in agony in his powerful arms and dragged them from the lines along with him. He grunted and groaned as his shield was failing. He pulled them along the ground as his powerful legs in his heavy armor pumped as fast as he could.


He found himself near the position of Sethrak Sethrak as his shields finally sputtered out of life but by some miracle, he found himself spot behind some rubble that had not been contaminated by the invisible enemy. “How do I fight what is happening to them?” He asked angerly to anyone who seemed of authority. “These puny primates use invisible weapons to try and kill us, cowards!” Udomek screamed he was just as angry with Jedi’s trickery as he was with Bryn’adul coming to this fight. He was all accepting of death if it was at the hands of a warrior but not of some invisible virus.


Udomek looked back out to the field of battle he wanted to find who ever deployed this invisible weapon and strangle them with his bare hands. He wanted to hear their neck pop and their brain burst as he clinched a fist around their neck. Reinforcements where coming but to what end they where all going to get cut down by biological warfare the moment their shields failed from the heavy fire they were encountering. Udomek looked to what was left of his squad, noting the only ones that stood where minors like him. They looked to him just then almost as if they were looking for guidance for what they should do next. He was so angry at the Jedi, at bryn’adul for not being prepared for this, and at himself but in that moment he saw people looking to him the Albino for the first time in his short life.


Yet no answer came to his question about how the hell they were supposed to fight and invisible enemy. The next thing he knew they were all being rallied to the chieftain. He looked to what was left of his squad and they looked to him. He looked to the two of his squad mates slowly dying in agony from the invisible enemy that now attacked them from within. Udomek took a deep breath and grabbed the two glaives from his fallen comrades, a Shedder, and a Radesh. He didn’t know what to say to the others to inspire them, to make them not think about the death they were now rushing head long into. “If we die let’s take as damn many of them with us as we can!” He said and with that he rushed head long back into the fray at the chieftain’s call knowing damn well today was his day to die.
 
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STANDOFF
Phase Two
Location: Aboard the Epitaph
Allies: Galak Galak | Sethrak Sethrak | Osam Osam | Sylok'Vanari Sylok'Vanari | Hrajlmak'Natok Hrajlmak'Natok | Ostak Cl'mana | Primarch Drek'ma Primarch Drek'ma |
Enemies: Aien Mueller | Jairdain Jairdain

The battle continued below with new forces of the Concord and its allies arriving with every moment that passed. One would think all was lost, but not yet. This battle was necessary, the Seers had foreseen it. If the Titan wished to move on the stronghold of Kashyyk, he would need to draw the enemy away from the nearby systems. Sev Tok was a trap. One that could only be sprung if they lived to see the morning come. He and his subservient Ashaka had a part to play, as did the babe. The Ashaka poured the power into the urn, their life force slowly drained away as transparent orbs became to flow among them, dimmed by violet areas as the energies of their bodies flowed between these conduits and to the Urn. A total of six remained. But by the time the Barricas would be ready, only he would remain.

This was a necessary loss, their lives were forfeit for the glory of the Bryn'adûl. As were all of its subjects. A stream of light extended outward from the raised palms of the left-most knelt Ashaka, the tendril pouring into the larvae itself as it continued to grow. The acolyte groaned in exhausting as his flesh was worn away, skin aged and muscle atrophied. Only when his body could not longer support them, did frail arms fall to the ground; a husk inside of an oversized robe collapsing to the ground.

The bitter cold of Sev Tok weakened their soldiers, made their joints ache and their strength weaken as they fought the most difficult battle of their lives. Kalanthir doubted that the Chieftain's offensive line would hold much ground if the weather persisted. Jedi trickery, they had not expected the desrt planets weather to be turned against them. It escalated things, as did the bioweapon deployed across the battlefield. But even with set back after set back their warrior kin continued to fight against the overwhelming forces of the Concord. Another Ashaka fell, and another as streams of energy torn their bodies to ash. Only three remained, but a child could not grow nor foster strength from within the cold confines of metal. The urn had served its purpose, infusing the delicate creature with strength. Now a new ingredient was required, nature. The Seer rose, cradling the embryotic sack in his arms as the three Ashaka rose behind him.


They moved down from the bridge of the ship, standing by one of the trio of elevators that lead to the bridge. The middle elevator was broken somehow, the other two disabled. The Seer turned to the Ashaka at his side, carefully handing the child to the strongest looking of three. All of which, admittedly looked frail at the moment. The Seer placed his open palm on the mind stone controlling the elevator. He could feel the pain of the Epitaph, the ship had suffered significant damages and now it was being strained by orbital bombardment as it attempted to maintain its shield, working in tandem with the Quilxyn. The Seer knew they would not break, the enemy would have to destroy the ship itself is they wished to bring down the dome. Though he needed this elevator, if the Kraemonen wished to play its part it needed to give him access.

The hiveminded deliberated, deriving what focus it could so that the Seer and his company could pass.

Thank you, Epitaph.

The elevator sped down towards the deployment platforms, arriving only seconds later. All that he needed now was soil.
 
Phase Two
Location: On the battlefield w/Osam
Allies: Osam Osam | Tathra Khaeus Tathra Khaeus | Udomek Seker Udomek Seker | Sylok'Vanari Sylok'Vanari |
Enemies: Jax Thio Jax Thio | Cadere Cadere | Zephyr Krayt | Varn Barakis Varn Barakis
Armour | Shield | Ravager Marksmen Rifle | Mangler Submachine Gun | Syphon Beam Rifle |
Forces: 40
Vandals

Quoron only nodded in response to the thanks of the Warlord. He did not understand what smiling was, his mandibles tightly pulled together as he bowed his head in respect. But all the levity of the moment was drowned out as missile fire ripped through the barricades set up by the Akhenaton, and debris dropped from the sky as entire buildings clattered against the exterior of the Epitaph behind them. Indeed this battle was everything the Bryn'adûl leaders had warned them of, but if the Draelvasier believed this tactic was necessary - baiting them in to strike with a fuller force from the side when morning came, he believed it could work. His new kin were unconventional warriors but he was impressed with their skin all the same. Even now, the two Warlord's forces were pushing up in a wave against the enemy, trying to push them back after the bioweapons had put a dent in their initial wave. The iron will of the Baedurin was awe inspiring, clashing against a horde of foes no doubt five times their size with how many reinforcements were being poured into the mix. An army of white armoured men, all the exact same? It was insane, the devilry at play by the weak made it clear to Quoron now more than ever. His people had been sceptical of the Draelvasier's tales of the Galaxy but now he could see these fiendish things first hand. Quoron had to return to his own, but he would try his best to stay close to the Warlord.

The Vandals moved independent of the bulk of their army, taking pot shots with Syphon rifles at neutralisers to try and render them dysfunctional. Quoron on the other hand, he preferred the marksmen rifle. He darted between the advancing parties, using the destruction to his advantage; moving amid the deafening explosions until he found the backs of a squad turned, opening fire with his mangler and killing one. The soldier fell, grasping at his back as air failed to fill his lungs. The clones compatriots turning to face him and opening fire with their rifles as he rushed for cover. Ahead of him, something one could compare to the remains of a tower. It did not grant much of a vantage point but he would not deny that it was better than nothing. Quoron peered round the pillar he now hid behind, two clones on his left and two on his right. They knew where he was, they were just waiting to surround him. He had one choice, go up. The vandal used the strength of his legs to propel himself upward, gaining footing as he wedged himself between two adjacent walls. The group passed him, but in their place came a Jedi, cutting down their Drones. From their own side, Warlord Osam approached to face the Jedi.

But the clones were now on their way back to support them, another opportunity to show his quality. Quoron leapt from the building as the squad of clones took aim at the Warlord, dropping into a combat roll as he tore the firsts back open with the remainder of his Mangler's magazine, switching to his wrist blades as he slit the seconds throat, thrusting his second hidden blade into the chest of the third. The last of them, took a grenade from his side - sacrificing himself to throw it at Osam. The aVaydralen grappled the man, the two struggling as he activated his wrist blade through the clone's wrist, forcing him to drop the grenade before kicking it toward one of the few standing buildings that remained, bouncing into the doorway.

Before the thermal detonator exploded, a singular shriek came from the building as a young female twi'lek ran from the doorway, yet still caught in the explosion. Quoron froze, his expression one of confusion.

"I.. I did not mean to..." He blurted in Drael, mandibles struggling to articulate what just happened.

Children? He had not expected children. Naïve of him, but he'd never even hurt a child before. The body spun twice through the air, landing as charred remains between them. Quoron nearly stumbled, looking back and forth as the clone charged at him, tackling him to the ground; fists pounding at his face.
 

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STANDOFF




OBJECTIVE: Phase 2
POST: 5
LOCATION: Moving towards Galak Galak
EQUIPMENT: Warlock's Armour | Battlestaff [Sig]
ALLIES: The Bryn'adul
ENEMIES: Everything Else
ENGAGING: Pulling Back

Forces:

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As quickly as they were culled, they replenished. From Hrajlmak's perspective it seemed the shock of the Bryn'adul's arrival was wearing off, and the enemy was now gaining coherence. Hrajlmak's advance slowed to a halt and anxiety began to set in. He was now faced with masses of the Concord's more capable troops, and they put up a desperate fight. Drones fired in droves, and the enemy returned the sentiment twofold. His eyes darted across the battlefield, taking in and relaying as much information as possible. It paid to have five eyes and the brain to handle the input. But alas, the stalemate set in, and Hrajlmak would not sacrifice his forces for bloodlust. He glared at the Jedi ahead, his mind burning for a solution. And it came, but not from him.


The black Sev Tok sky, awash with the orange embers of battle and shaking against the noise of the carnage, was smothered by a familiar red hue. Hrajlmak craned his head around and traced the shield back to its source. The Epitaph had finally done its job. The Ashaka had done their job. Galak's orders bounced across the mind stones, finally deciding Hrajlmak's next move. Pull together, move back. Those without shields, grab anything. Use meat shields and fire off dead shoulders. Hrajlmak's voiceless commands penetrated the minds of his Drones. Immediately they formed up and began a hasty retreat. Bodies in the thousands were scooped from the ground and used as mobile meat shields, from behind which their Drone carriers returned covering fire. Some Concord, many Draelvasier. It mattered not. What mattered here was attrition. "We came to prove our worth!" Hrajlmak roared over the deafening noise. "We came not to seize a world, nor-" a stray disruptor bolt tore across his chest piece. The specially designed ammo made short work of the armour, searing Hrajlmak's carapace. He grunted in pain, anger flaring in his heart, "-Nor to stake a claim!" he shrieked, the adrenaline of the near-miss manifesting itself in his voice. "We came to show the virus that its cure had come!!" As he screamed, Primarch Drek'ma Primarch Drek'ma launched into the sky atop a Guardian, and brought it crashing down into the ground. "And it cannot be stopped!"

Hrajlmak and his troops rallied to the Chieftain, quickly assimilating into the semi-circle positioned around the Epitaph. The majority of frontline forces had pulled back. And now with Hrajlmak's arrival, an army had formed. They had lost many, but the field was different now. Those who had found themselves within the dome were trapped, with nothing but their grit and their flesh to help them. In a 1-to-one, the Bryn'adul were unmatched. They had created advantage where there was none, and this next push would see that advantage fully exploited. Before all forces were gathered, Hrajlmak had already pulled his Rhivaks back from the Epitaph. Just as the Chieftain began his almighty charge, with the other three commanders in toe, two lines of Rhivaks each 125 strong came at top speed along the advancing army's sides. Once they reached the front of the formation, just ahead of the Chieftain's ultras, they converged into a single mass that drove through the enemy's front line. Heavy artillery and intense blaster fire cut down the first row, but a Rhivak's momentum was a force of nature. They smashed the line and wreaked havoc before splitting back into two lines, pulling a wide u-turn and making their way back to the Epitaph in whatever numbers they were left with. Following close behind, intent on making use of the brief moment they had, the Chieftain's army.
 

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Location: Anvil
Equipment:
Lightsaber | Personal Light Armor | Mantellian Vambraces | FF-CAR1
Allies: Zephyr Krayt Jax Thio Jax Thio Aayla Shan Aayla Shan Varn Barakis Varn Barakis Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield Beltran Rarr Beltran Rarr Aien Mueller Jairdain Jairdain Kranak Vizsla Kranak Vizsla Laertia Io Laertia Io Chasianna Chasianna
Engaging: Osam Osam

Some of the Bryn forces in the area seemed to be aware of what was going on. The sight of Cas defending an injured soldier provoked some stragglers into converging on the Jedi and the downed soldier. A flicker of worry showed on the Kiffar's features but was quickly replaced with resolve. A brief fear of not being able to adequately defend this man flashed in his mind, however, as he learned to do over the course of his life Cas pushed this fear down and blurted: "Your leg hasn't magically healed yet, right?" jokes and quips always helped him keep calm under times of duress, times like this...

Hissing in pain, the soldier fired back "You're the one who can use the Force." Cas snickered before grunting as he threw his free arm forward, releasing a telekinetic push toward a few other drones headed their way. Despite his relative calm on the surface, Cas could sense the anxiety lurking within the brave face the man was putting on, who could blame him though? The man's leg was torn to shreds and broken to hell, he was in the fight of his life against a force that wanted him and everyone he ever cared about dead. It was enough pressure to make even Cas want to buckle.

An incoming transmission diverted the Jedi's attention, freeing one of his arms from the lightsaber's hilt Cas raised his comm closer. Over the blaster fire, explosions and the pained cries of those from each side, Cas just about made out what was being relayed to him:

[“This is Ruus’alor Kranak, I hear you loud and clear! Sit tight, we’re on our way to assist.”]

A Mandalorian? Relief warmed the Knight's chest and his lips curled into a smile. His arm motioned into a wave as he hastily swatted away incoming Assault Carbine rounds with his telekinesis "Someone's on their way, you're gonna be alright..." Cas slowly paused, the injured soldier picked up on what was happening "Vinis." he intercepted, continuing to shoot at any Bryn'adul forces "Thank you, Master Jedi..." "Cas. Call me Cas." the Jedi introduced himself while simultaneously hurling a piece of debris at a group of... well, he didn't really know, this must have been one of those new species.

For a moment, Cas caught a glimpse of his overall surroundings, of the battle at large. Mandalorians, Imperials, the CIS, members of the New Jedi Order and more... for this one moment they were all united, hell, a Mandalorian was coming to assist him right this moment. Cas thought that, in a sense, it was a beautiful sight... despite the bloodshed and the suffering; those he deemed enemies were now allies against a common threat. If the Bryn weren't trying to wipe humanity off the map he would actually commend them for managing to unify the galaxy against them. It was no small feat.

"Crap! Where's this damn medical support! I'll be a father of two before he gets here!" and just like that, Cas' concentration returned to the current battle as a 457mm round breached his defense and skimmed past his ear, any closer and that would have been devastating. Regardless, it was enough to knock him out of deep thought. His brown eyes then caught a glimpse of a towering Bryn, which looked to be a Risen-Sraelvun if his research was correct, accompanied by two others who's species he'd never encountered before. They were heading their way. No, he knew that look, they were there for him.

He cast a glance at Vinis, looking back and forth between him and Osam Osam - he now had to make a choice: stay here and risk Vinis being caught in the crossfire, or leave Vinis unguarded but keep the three Bryn away. Screams and blaster fire turned into white noise as his brows furrowed in contemplation. He refused to leave a man behind, he wouldn't. Releasing a deep breath he was unaware he'd been holding, Cas gripped the hilt of his lightsaber with both hands and planted his boots firmly in the ground, indicating his will to defend. "I'm not going anywhere." Cas would quietly challenge the oncoming Bryn, with intense conviction. The young Kiffar's decision had been made, for better or worse.
 
This was Maple's first encounter with the Bryn'adul.

Starlin Rand Starlin Rand didn't seem a bad sort. Certainly not the poison pill Laertia described him as. Then again, the kid had a typical naivete.

If anything, it disturbed Maple just how much he reminded her of the Old Laertia in his actions. Same "give no feths" attitude, same fearlessness. Same sense of determination. Laertia's Squeeze, who Maple disrespectfully referred to as Counter-Amalgam, had awoken something dangerous in the boy, training him.

She escorted her groups of Civilians to the evac shuttles and cruiser, then went back for more.

She hid the same as he did when the troops of The Bryn'adul showed up. But not for long. She got a good look at their armor, their faces, locating exposed joints quickly.

("John Wick Medley." By Le Castle Vania Plays)

Maple leapt from cover, opening fire with her Bio-Blaster, which felt disgusting to hold but Maple did her job and began shooting them two or three times in the face each, switching between the Bio-Blasters primary and alternate fire to rip apart their shields, then the armor. It certainly could shoot smooth enough, for a rifle. But feth was it heavy. Maple was forced to hold it partly with Telekinesis, just to mitigate some of its weight.

Maple moved quickly, her careful shots, while not allowing for a very high rate of fire, compensated for sheer power, Accuracy, and recoil. It still felt disgusting to shoot, as there was a taut tendon in place of a traditional trigger for firing the weapon, but it didn't seem to mind how often it was squeezed. But she began shooting down dozens of Drones, armed with weapons that fired molten bullets, deadly spears, or weapons that fired those spikes of Dramaedus Prime ore, all of which she dodged like a pro due to her Ooglith Armor granting her immense speed and strength, even as it whispered to her in her own voice mentally.

They're called crabs, but I'm not really seeing it her armor hissed in her skull.

"The big one looks like a crab, apparently." Maple spoke as she burst the head of a Juggernaut open with a few shots, never staying still, wading into the thick of combat, hurdling stalagmites into faces with Telekinesis, lifting up the weapons of the fallen also and creating a concentrated, devastating barrage of fire from the Bryn'adul's own Weaponry as well as her own.

Whatever the other problems with the rifle she used, such as it's low ammo and the seconds she had to stop to let it recharge enough so she would not deplete it's ammo entirely, she was quickly developing an assessment that it was one of the better rifles she had ever used. The way its secondary setting tore through their shields was a delight, knocking them back with kinetic force.

Model 2's deployed in the tunnels alleviated the weight of defense with their sudden arrival as they opened up with both Model 1 Disruptors and their mounted cryo modified arm mounted rotary cannons, bent on killing as many Drael as they could get their hands on.

But there were new faces in the mix. Insectoids and beings with split jaws. The rifles did heavy damage, but didn't bring them down as quickly. They definitely weren't Draelvasir.

The Bryn'adul in their part of the tunnels was wiped out after a few more seconds of frantic shooting. The Model 2's immediately began examining their new adversaries and the weapons they had.

"Heh. So they don't want to talk to just themselves after all..." A Model 2 remarked.

"Dense muscular structure..." Another one noted of an insectoid soldier it had blasted apart.

"Bert, get these corpses to evac for study..." Terry The Model 2 ordered as he walked up to Maple.

"We suspect most of their forces are concentrated around and in the shield they created, which is why we have not encountered the difficulty we experienced at Sarka doing civilian evac..." Terry explained to Maple, the hulking Model 2 drenched in Brute Blood.

"Take advantage of it while you can..." Maple said. "From what I heard, we'll likely be under constant attack in these tunnels once things get really out of control."

A rumble shook the whole tunnel system.

"The worms. They've deployed them."

"Get as many as you can out of here..." Maple ordered.

"Sir! We found one alive!" A model 2 in the distance called out, dragging forward a moaning Juggernaut whose arms and legs had been snapped and whose back had been broken, Bane Style, by the sadistic Model 2's.

"Take that feth straight to The Amalgam." Terry growled, walking up to the prisoner and shattering his jaw with a full speed punch.

"Enjoy your trip..." He snickered as the Juggernaut was dragged off, having been stripped of all weapons and hidden items.

"I'm heading to the city to get more civilians..." Maple muttered, sprinting off to grab panicked fleeing people armed with bio rifles.

The Model 2's meanwhile, got their prisoner, and the corpses and weapons of some of their new enemies, and headed to two separate evac shuttles, lifting off quickly and flying through friendly lines in orbit to vanish into hyperspace as soon as they cleared the other ships...
 
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Location: Anvil
Tags: Jax Thio Jax Thio Aayla Shan Aayla Shan Mig Gred Mig Gred Liedran Kathause Liedran Kathause Zephyr Krayt

The first drone to cross him died screaming. As did the second. The third was as silent in life as it was in death; unnatural, unnerving, it attacked with the rest of its kin. Varn cut it down, span to bisect the others. The emerald blade in his hand felt weightless. Like the reaper's scythe, it took life and limb in equal measure, made husks of what had once been living beings. The Zabrak felt nothing but a bone-deep sense of calm. He knew that what he was doing was -in it's way- monstrous. The things he fought were monstrous, too. Worthy of all the stories they'd earned over the years.

Spinning, Varn carried on towards the beast Primarch Drek'ma Primarch Drek'ma had unleashed, fully intent on helping it meet it's match.

Raised voices cut clear through the din from behind. Glancing around, the knight watched as a fresh horde sallied forth from the Epitaph. Big quadrupedal creatures led that charge, their hulking forms like shields to the mob that ran behind them Osam Osam . The ones in front weren't so lucky. Volleys of blasterfire cut swathes down, yet still more came to take their place. Militiamen, Rangers, the multitude of Concordian allies met them with what they had, not backing down. Not that they had the option to. What was happening here was more important than the individual. They'd couldn't retreat, not if they wished to put an end to the Bryn' and their genocidal ways.

The horde charged in the direction of Varn's- Liedran Kathause Liedran Kathause 's Rangers. Varn looked between the Primarch's beast, to the horde, back to the beast. Even a blind man could've seen he had already made his decision.

"Another time, big guy."

Running back, the knight passed close to the crater's edge, his lightsaber aglow, providing a target for all the enemy to see. He did not fear the attention nor the threat it posed. He had a job to do, and with Jairdain Jairdain 's support, he would see it done. Even if it killed him. "Pour it on, my brothers!" He yelled out as he ran. "Kill them, my sisters!" Channeling the Force, Varn leapt along the edge, his feet never failing him. Stone and ruin shifted beneath him as he came down hard in front of one of the quadrupedal Rhivaks. Tall, bulky, the beast-thing standing before Varn was more mountain than man. It roared as it jumped at him, a muscular arm extended. Varn planted his feet, stepped aside at the last second. The rush of the wind set his cloak billowing.

The ground quaked as he gave his reply.

At first, nothing happened. The lightsaber shimmered, hewing meat and bone. The Rhivak scream was something between anguish and rage as Varn's blade served it's singular purpose. He did not notice the severity of the wounds he inflicted, but he sensed the pain. The ground quaked again as the Rhivak spun, the clawed hand coming about in a sweeping arc. Varn vaulted clear, pirouetted. He did not notice the horns as they began to glow and pulse with untamed energy. The red lights he saw were those of blaster bolts arcing down from the rooftops, and up from the streets and urban surroundings. The Rhivak's hide grew scarred, torn in places, the barrage unceasing.

When the building to his right blew apart, it took a moment for the knight to realize what had done it. Even as the building crumbled, he could not quite believe what he'd seen. Until he did. "By the Force," he muttered, the cries of the wounded -his people- cutting clear through the cacophony of battle. Their cries were pitiful, pleading. The sound wrenched at his hearts. He did not find the words to describe what he felt before leaping into action, his blade spinning away to catch the Rhivak side-on. One of it's chest-limbs fell away as the blade came back to his hand. The Rhivak turned, the grinding of it's teeth like bones snapping. Varn stood his ground. "Come to me." He urged the beast, his blade dancing. "Come on."

The Rhivak roared as it charged. A blur in Varn's periphery, it smote the air where he'd once stood. Instinct took over as he tucked and rolled, came up swinging. He dealt the Rhivak's leading arm a savage blow, another. The limb nearly came away entirely as it twisted, it's chest-limbs trying to maintain balance. Reaching out with the Force, Varn brought a piece of the destroyed house down on the back of the Rhivak's skull. Stone shattered against yielding bone. The Rhivak staggered towards him. Then, past.

The mortal blow, when it fell, sent the Rhivak's corpse reeling over the edge of the crater. He could not say who killed it in the end. It was just something that happened. The approaching Bryn' forces below let out a collective roar at their champion's demise. Stepping to the edge, Varn looked down on his fallen foe. Twitching, the Rhivak was lost in the midst of it's death throes. The sight made the Jedi knight breath a sigh of relief as the adrenaline flowed and fled. He felt exhausted, mentally, if not physically. Straightening, he asked the Bryn' below, "Who's next?"

Then the world exploded.
 
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Phase Two

Post Three

Location:
Fighting alongside the Chieftain

Allies: Bryn'adul / Tathra Khaeus Tathra Khaeus / Galak Galak

Enemies: Everyone ( Open to interaction )


Equipment: Armor / Axe / Shielding / Ravager / Lancer / Mangler / Crippler / Shredder / Burner / Beam Rifle / Fort. Mutagen


Gordrak had continued his hateful slaughter of whatever enemy forces he could find. A weapons emplacement nearby belched fire upon a group of Ultras nearby. One died almost immediately whilst another was crippled most assuredly. Gordrak pointed out the emplacement and, utilizing the pinned squad as a distraction, had his own unit unload on the emplacement with Lancer grenades. The ore grenades detonated after landing and the emplacement erupted into flames. Despite the saving of the unit, Gordrak had his own move elsewhere. There were simply too many of these verminous insects that needed exterminating. Gordrak couldn't bother to waste time on assisting the other unit. They would either prove themselves worthy and rise or reveal themselves as weak and die. As his unit stalked forward in search of more conflict, they felt the Chieftains call and turned around immediately. Gordrak broke into a run, his purpose not to flee but to rally to the Chieftains side. He had been called by name and not one single thing on this world would stop him.


Galak
was in need reinforcement and the Chieftain had seen fit to answer the call. As the Ultras pushed up with their master, the other Juggernauts parted before them. Gordrak himself made sure to shove aside any that got in his way. Though he bore his lesser brothers no ill will, he had no real love for them either. The battle meditation began to take form within the gathered Bryn'adul, forcing them forward with even greater fervor. Already fueled by a hate-filled reminiscence, Gordrak surged forward zealously. His fury was such that he failed to notice the Chieftains own mount joining the fray. Taking a Concord soldier off of his feet with a charge, Gordrak bore the man to the ground violently. He slammed his wrist blades into the poor man before he finally tore them free in a bloody, sanguine spectacle. Covered in the mans viscera, Gordrak howled at his hated foes before continuing forward with the others. " Rend them! Rip and tear! Show them what you are! " Gordrak shouted as he continued his bloody, hateful work. He turned aside a shot meant for his head and turned toward the one who had fired it. Extending his left hand, Gordrak fired the gauntlets underslung harpoon, the serrated blade piercing its targets chest. A moment later, Gordrak retracted the harpoon, pulling his target toward him. As the unfortunate victim entered striking distance, Gordrak swung out with the compact shield on his right hand, knocking free his target. The blow itself had reduced the human to a gibbering wreck, one that Gordrak felt content to leave as is on the ground.


All around him his fellow Bryn'adul fought. When one died, another readily took their comrades place. They were all united under one will and one purpose. Theirs was a purpose that could not be allowed to fail. Gordrak resolved here and now to show all of his kind and their enemies that one simple truth.
 
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Location: Anvil - Inside the dome
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While he had no facial expression by which to form his judgement, he knew his ally well enough to know what he was feeling but implored him to move forward lest his inattentiveness get him killed. "Don't look back." He told him in both a literal and metaphorical sense as he pulled his younger counterpart back onto his feet. There was a time and place for mourning but it was never the battlefield.

The sound of jetpacks overhead drew his gaze upwards momentarily in time to see several Mandalorians flying in formation above. On all sides they were surrounded by people of all creeds. Jedi, Mandalorians, Imperials, Sith and their adjacent armies fought under the same banner, washing away their contentious history and uniting in a form of poetic justice to protect the galaxy's most vulnerable from the horrors of the Bryn. It was the first, and possibly last, time a Jedi might find themselves shoulder to shoulder with an Imperial Knight.

The sound of a projectile pinging against the back of his helmet sent him turning quickly in the direction of the trajectory, blaster drawn, but it quickly became apparent that it was just stray friendly-fire given that it didn't take his head off. The scenes around them were chaotic. With several armies and several factions, it was a wonder who gave the orders anymore, until a familiar voice perked up in his ear.

::Follow me. Stay sharp:: Their superior chimed in, prompting the two Mandalorians to shoot into the air to quickly identify their leader ahead who was highlighted on their HUDs.

They began to follow him but upon seeing Cas ahead again, who was about to face off three of their enemies on his own, he contemplated what to do. Disobey the superior he had recently pledged his loyalty to or assist a friend. The decision didn't take long - only because it couldn't. It may have been one he would come to regret later but he would deal with those consequences when it came to it.

Zephyr glanced ahead at his allies before dropping back to engage with the adversaries who were threatening his friend. There was nothing in the galaxy that could prepare them for fighting the Bryn. The powerful creatures were certainly worthy adversaries and so he never expected to take them on alone but rather hoped he could be of some assistance to Cas at least in the form of a distraction so the pair of them could work together to eliminate their opponents. If nothing else, they could hope to split the attention of the three adversaries, making it harder to take advantage of their lack of focus.

::Zephyr!::
The sharp voice of his superior came through the comms.

It made him uncomfortable to hear but he considered his duties to a friend to out-trump orders.

::What are you doing?! Of all the times to disobey, this is not-:: He pressed the button on his vambrace, shutting off his end of the comms.

While at a distance, he fired both blasters towards the three enemies that were approaching Cas, remaining in the air to avoid becoming as much of an easy target and to allow for greater mobility.

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Just seeing Tathra Khaeus Tathra Khaeus made Xiphos's blood run cold with the desire to destroy all Bryn'adul. Beltran Rarr Beltran Rarr was tingling with The Dark Side.

The old Laertia would have been horrified at having failed him. Xiphos was more interested in just how unorthodox someone like him could be made. If he did not care about Jedi morals...he might be approached...

Xiphos wanted every ally possible, even those who might gladly shoot her as soon as the Bryn'adul are concluded.

The worms were released, and Xiphos was thrown to the ground as everything exploded around them. Whole squads of militia and her son's alike were lost in an instant.

I DESPISE THESE WORMS! Xiphos thought to herself with the Caps Lock on. Those worms had ultimately sabotaged every counter offense attempt. The Major Factions didn't seem to be doing much at all to find countermeasures to them, because they had carried the day ultimately in the last few conflicts with The Bryn'adul.

As long as the worms had no countermeasures, any fight with the Bryn'adul was a costly, blood soaked uphill battle. Xiphos was devoting round the clock efforts to finding such but stopping or even slowing such massive creatures was an uphill battle also.

Thirty five percent of her Model 2 Son's were gone in an instant. Another five percent were lost in the Rhivak barrage. Half the Model 1's got destroyed.

But the Model 2's pressed the sudden retreat as Tathra Khaeus Tathra Khaeus signalled his forces. Reorganizing into groups of twenty-five, they pressed the side that had been decimated by falling building, as yet more militia poured into the shield, not just militia either but civilian volunteers of fighting age, hastily equipped with the Drael-Piercing Bio-Blasters, as well as Cryo Grenades.

The pressure mounted on retreating Bryn lines, even as militia and civilians were brutally cut down in the dozens, still more poured in, using the alternate fire and primary fire of the rifles.

Mortar fire, and rocket fire were directed in clusters against Rhi'vaks particularly close to enemy lines, but not before heavy, suppressive rotary cannon fire and Bio Blaster fire that was geared to penetrating Drael tissues swept areas for fifteen seconds at a time to prevent the hated crabs from targeting the rocket and mortar users. Model 1's sniped at Brumak legs with a potent combination of Concussion Rifle fire and Disruptor Fire, blowing the arms and legs off some and leaving them in agony but still capable of firing, though even these were getting hit by concentrated Bio-Blaster fire from militia and civilians right at the area capable of creating that destructive black energy ball, causing a horrendous set of detonations in Bryn'adul ranks.

The Rhivak's that were not quick enough to dodge or shoot down the incoming mortar and rocket and disruptor fire, exploded violently as well. But civilians fighting along side Militia and The Nuetralizers were still being slaughtered brutally even as the Bryn retreated. Shots from Orbaliscs ripped through some of their lines, slowing the counter assault to a brutal inch by inch slog, the Model 2's, starting to take heavy damage, advanced faster into heavily damaged lines, spear heading the reinforcement s

The Model 1's remaining outside the shield dome as intel scouts, sensing some thing amiss in their enemies tactics, began to slow the flow of reinforcements to the shield, instead surrounding the outside of the shield with as many civilian volunteers and Militia as they could spare, and began concentrating as much concentrated artillery fire on one spot of the shield as they could, directing the volunteers to find anything that could be made to explode and concentrating the gathered, makeshift explosives, be they power plants from speeders, portable generators, spare tibanna gas cannisters, Det charges, even speederbikes with pernicious, volatile fuel mixes, and made as many make shift heavy bombs as they could, detonating the hand crafted devices as close to the shield as possible, trying to overtax the Protectors generating it.

Civilians, began using the secondary fire from their distributed Bio Blasters, designed to pierce exactly this kind of shielding, and made a rainstorm of bio-generated bolts against the shield from all sides. Sure, it wasn't a turbolaser, but The Model 1's figured the energy needed just to generate this thing was pretty costly, and the little shield-pearl thingies (For they were ignorant of what the Bryn'adul called them) would be strained more if they not only had to generate the shield, but constantly fix any gaps from those that did manage to pierce it. It had to be done at relatively close range however...

The Model 2's within the shield knew only blood and fire, and were in their element.

A squad of twenty five, each row in that squad maintaining ground and suppressing fire with their weapons in alternating rows, the front firing forward, the second row firing to their Eleven and one-o-clock, the third and forth covering their sides and the last row firing into the air, leading dozens and dozens of militia, had managed to get close to an enemy barricade near the Epitaph.

They carried a deadly payload near a line decimated by the Nanophage. They had brought it through the shield.

It was a Void 007 Seismic Charge.

They had modified it to pack an extra punch, and as soon as they had set up a holding position, it was set up.

They signalled all allied Forces in the area to pull back immediately. Others had rigged high explosive charges in specific streets.

Some of the war droids, who hadn't been quite destroyed, just rendered momentarily off line by heavy damage had an emergency power plant kick in, making them get up much to the shock and horror of some warriors who had expended the ammo in their weapons almost entirely just to down only a few, and resume their deadly war against all Draelvasir. Others stayed permanently inert, smashed beyond recognition.

When Nuetralizers, Civilians, and Militia alike started to retreat, a lot of angry Bryn'adul, furious at the humiliation of the Nanophage and that so many had been cut down by what should have been simple militia, easy to slaughter, only to find the Militia packing anti Drael weapons that made even the puniest among them a threat to even a Juggernaut Ultra, felt bold, firing viciously on those who retreated, each killing dozens along with some Rhivak's and Brumak's which also slaughtered dozens as they retreated with precise shots that tore into lines, causing disorder and panic that could barely be controlled by the Model 2's heading up the momentary, if deadly retreat to a safe distance.

The Last Model 2 defending the Void Charge gave his killers, shredding him with absolutely overwhelming fire, the finger as it went off.

The sonic wave ripped into the defending lines of the Drael as they tried to rally to Tathra, blasting many apart and killing many Rhivaks and Brumak's, the deadly wave racing toward an entire defense line of The Bryn'adul near the Epitaph, threatening to heavily damage or even outright destroy parts of it. Buildings were detonated in the distance, cutting off easy shortcuts.

That was when the Model 2's ordered dozens of Civilian volunteers and Militia to storm the damaged defense line, directing further mortar, rocket, and artillery fire on that position, only relenting slightly as their combined Force reached that line and began shooting at wounded Bryn.

Heavy Artillery fire from the Militia inside the dome began to focus on the Epitaph itself.

Xiphos got out the comlink.

"Cyprian!" She called out to Cyprian Ichar . "The worms have been deployed. You've got to finish that summon of the Rozzum right now! They're gonna go for the walls!"

Xiphos saw lots of projectile fire being targeted at the beast that had interfered with her efforts at Sarka. Desiring payback, she teleported some of the directed fire on the Dreddikast even closer to it, to throw off its ability to dodge or defend.

Xiphos then activated the Sword of Cinndurr, it's blazing fiery blade a rally in of itself to hundreds of Militia, as well as her son's, all of whom began to fight the Bryn'adul three times as hard as she threw herself into combat, her blade a controlled thresher of flesh, burning through and igniting crabmeat just on touch.

"I DUNNO ABOUT YOU BOYS BUT I WANT ME SOME SEAFOOD!" She bellowed at the top of her lungs to Thirdas Heavenshield Thirdas Heavenshield and Beltran Rarr Beltran Rarr , viciously hacking into and murdering even their strongest telekinesis hurling the corpses of the Drael dead with lethal speeds into their lines, dozens of Militia following in her wake, sized by a fanatical bravery in her presence. It wasn't hope, it was the expectation that even they could make Bryn bleed. She made sure to keep an eye on Chasianna Chasianna , ordering her sons to provide cover fire for her via technopathy.

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Gordrak Gordrak

Jax Thio Jax Thio

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WE ARE THE INFECTION

Anvil -> Epitaph

Friendarinos | Dagon Kaze Dagon Kaze | Ishida Ashina Ishida Ashina | Inosuke Ashina Inosuke Ashina
Anemones | Sylok'Vanari Sylok'Vanari | Seer Kalanthir Seer Kalanthir (tagging folks on the ship)

The scene they’d landed unto was a field of death. A hundred souls joined the Force in a matter of minutes, and Yula instinctively felt bad that she chose to block out their suffering. She had to— she couldn’t move forward if the horrors of the present kept her tethered. There would be time to mourn the dead later. Still, their suffering penetrated the vestiges of her mind, unintentionally incensing her to push back against the Bryn with greater ferocity.

She and Dagon paused less than a few paces from the ominous red dome. Craning her neck upwards, Yula’s eyes fell closed as she let the tug of Jairdain Jairdain 's battle meditation call to her from somewhere inside the red sphere. Tentatively, she placed a hand into the miasma of the strange barrier and heaved a sigh of relief when her skin was not seared from the bone.


"Put your faith in the Light, Yula.."

".. and all is possible."


Yula could feel the steel in Dagon’s eyes without even looking at him. They each handled the prospect of a deadly situation with different mechanisms; Dagon with the fervor and hardened resolve of a warrior of the light, and her by suspending inhibitions with humor. Inspiring speeches had always been lost on the Zeltron, but in that moment, Dagon’s presence filled in the cracks of her resolve. Inhaling deeply, she squared her shoulders and gave him a smile that could be described as equal parts encouraging and wicked.

“Oh, why not- I’ll try anything once.”

With that, they disappeared into the crimson abyss.

One step, two steps, three steps— moving through the miasma of the barrier was like moving though water. It fought them, but at the same time, did not resist the Jedi as they steadily made their way through. Their journey was over quickly, and now Dagon and Yula found themselves locked in a cage with hundreds of other combatants. The dying wails that filled the city outside of the barrier had been replaced with din of battle, so entrenched that it seemed to echo along the barrier. The Bryn’adul monsters bared down on the Allied forces, emblems of the Silver Jedi and Galactic Alliance flying alongside those of the New Imperial Order and Elysium Empire. It seemed that the galactic powers had converged on Sev Tok, and now the planet was rapidly becoming a focal point for a decisive battle between those who wished to destroy the galaxy, and those who wished to save it by their own means.

The pillar that stood at the center of it all was The Epitaph, a beast of a ship shaped like a jagged stone embedded into the earth. The vessel that was projecting the one-way barrier, the cage that the Bryn were no doubt expecting to corral them into for slaughter.

“That’s...one ugly ship.” Yula commented as they sprinted towards the Epitaph among no small amount of allied commandos. “No turning back now!”

A blade of sunset orange snapped to life from the hilt in her hand, hissing and sizzling through the air as she swatted away the strange Drael they came across. Slicing, dodging and weaving their way to the Bryn mothership, they were just two raven haired dots in a sea of bodies.

The comm in her ear crackled with feed from the Silver Jedi and allies alike. Through that channel, she reached out to Thirdas Heavenshield Thirdas Heavenshield .

“Lieutenant Jawline, we’re gonna try and take out whatever is projecting that gross red barrier. Us and about a hundred friends, I guess. Uhh, Perl out.”


The closer they got to the ship, the more they’d feel the presence of the Force, almost like a magnet drawing them in. Almost. Something felt different about the energy emanating from this vessel, and not in a good way. A bastardization of the Light. As they skulked around the outside of the ship, skirting around the commandos, Yula muttered to Dagon.

“I’m no zealot; but I don’t like the way this feels.”

All the more reason to cut out the heart.

“There-“ They scaled the side of the ship’s angular body on the ground until they’d found a crevice that offered some cover. Allied soldiers streams past and around them, eager to throw themselves into the fight. Yula pressed a small, spherical device to the metallic surface of the ship and scooched back. “Act like an infection, right? Penetrate the skin then take it down from the inside.”

The surface of the ship beneath the heat grenade began to change color with the intense change in temperature, gradually warping the paneling until it began to pull apart. It was a small-scale device, one designed to deliver a surge of powerful heat over a diameter of 5 meters before losing energy and falling away.


 
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Squad A (8) - Osam's Personal Squad

Squad B (10) Juggernaut Support

Squad C (22) Beast Support

Squad D (0) Logistics and Reserves
-0 Akhenaton Combat Engineers
-0 Vaydralen Centurion Vandal Reservists

Enemies: Zephyr Krayt | Cadere Cadere | Humanity
Allies: Sylok'Vanari Sylok'Vanari | Quoron Ver'dum Quoron Ver'dum | Galactic Scourge


Kranak Vizsla Kranak Vizsla

The trudge forward was not exceptionally long, but it did provide Osam with the opportunity to look about his surroundings and to contemplate the nature of the battle and the results of his many actions throughout it. He observed in the middle-distance as the squad of Juggernauts he had assigned to their lethal task continued to fire out toward a selection of militia and irregular soldiers, punctuating the walls that they utilized for security with holes and breaches. Facing such vicious weapons as those employed by the Bryn'adul's mightiest warriors, it was a wonder that the enemy deigned to seek cover whatsoever. Didn't they recognize that they would be pierced regardless of what rubble they chose to die behind?

Baedurin gradually ceased their fire, one after another until only a pair was still suppressing the area, the others reaching for the additional ammunition they would need to continue the skirmish. The militia took this brief interlude in the bloodbath to retaliate, pouring their own blaster bolts towards the Draelvasier. Perhaps the humans had failed to do their research, or perhaps they acted out of mere desperation, but their returned fire seemed to do relatively little to the Baedurin whose flesh was attuned to sources of heat, and whose armor was meant to disperse energy. Dozens of shots dinged harshly against the warriors, but they stood firm, continuing in their task.

By the end of the barrage, only a pair of the Juggernauts had been felled. Both had fallen to the ground, wheezing, and groaning with their final breaths. Their bodies were less burned than they were perforated with enough small impact holes and tears as to ooze blood and entrails. Even the strongest of their race could not indefinitely sustain damage... but to die to a thousand blows as they had was a terrifyingly agonizing fate. The Baedurin near them ended their lives with a pair of shots, shattering their skulls into the same primordial ooze from whence they had come.

Brumaks retaliated where Baedurin had fallen short, the extreme blasts they utilized silencing their opposition for at least a few moments. The peace and serenity would not last, however, and while the Brumaks prepared themselves for yet another strike, the militia forces rallied behind their gargantuan leader to lash out once more. Individually, the Brumaks took even less damage than the Juggernauts had from each shot, but the concentration was far more intense between only the pair. The beasts groaned and shook, and backed away from the painful blows, sending forward another pair of explosive shots towards the foe.

When the fire against the Brumaks finally ceased, both beasts still lived, but they yelped with painful sounds, and each had been reduced to laying across the ground in agony, the Aeravalin Shamans doing all they could to console the war-beasts and work on their wounds. The creatures had survived the onslaught of paltry human firepower, but they would be out of commission for quite some time as their masters worked on reviving them to full strength and cooperation.

The Juggernauts, now fully reloaded, split into two teams: one focused primarily on firing upon the previous position of their enemy, and the other four or so now tracked the movements of a set of five humanoids as they maneuvered through the rubble and ruins, hoping to pick off at least a few of them as they made themselves briefly visible between sets of wall and duracrete.


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The Warlord cast his eyes away from that particular skirmish, suddenly catching the attention of an Ashaka he had observed on several occasions, but alongside whom he had never fought. He seemed to be busily attempting to catch up with the pair of Arevallicar Syphons and their Risen-Sraelvun commander. Perhaps he had been sent by one of the Shamans to provide him with support? His thoughts filtered back to the fateful day when they had held off a Sith Invasion... and the poison that had infiltrated his body then.

Were it not for the saving grace of the Ashaka he might have died from the pain. If the Seer wished to join him on his righteous quest for vengeance and blood, then he would not deny him the privilege. Besides - if he was capable of utilizing the Force in an offensive capacity, then perhaps they would be a match for the Jedi Knight at the end of their journey.

For now, it seemed that the Ashaka had been stricken by a projectile, or perhaps by loose shrapnel. He fixated on the wound in his shoulder, digging around with determination. Osam imagined that he would fix himself up properly, perhaps even suturing the wound through the use of his mystic arts, and then rejoin him on the front. The Warlord would be swift and catch their prey into conflict for long enough that the Ashaka could join him in the battle ahead once he was ready.

Elsewhere stood the ruined husk of a tower, and the sudden explosive detonation at its apex drew his attention, forcing him to pause completely and swerve around. He expected danger of some form to come from the tower's top, but instead he was only able to uncover the brief struggle of a pair of figures. One was clearly humanoid - and wearing a gaudy sort of armor that caught the eye like honey caught flies. The other, however, was immediately recognizable even from this immense distance: The Vaydralen who had saved him from the xenophage. ( Quoron Ver'dum Quoron Ver'dum )

Unable to reach him in time to provide support, and unwilling to abandon his quarry while they were weak, Osam instead utilized the authority of his position to provide support to a soul who had only recently rescued him.

"Risen - send a pair of your number to the tip of the Southeastern tower - the one with the explosion. Assist the Vaydralen there... and fetch his name after you have finished. Khaeus be with you."


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Elsewhere, and unbeknownst to the militant Risen-Sraelvun, his Rhivaks wreaked terrible havoc upon the forces of a Jedi and the Rangers with whom he had attached himself. They supported the broad lines of the chaff Sraelvun and their Juggernaut compatriots, rushing forward and striking with their mighty weight and immense physicality, and with the wretched weapons embedded into their very biology.

One of these fiendish creations fought with the Jedi Knight, doing its utmost to lash out against the Knight at the compulsion of its Shaman controller. Though it suffered pain and loss from the biting blade of the Knight, it continued onward, striking as a result of both its nature as a war-beast and the influence of its Force-using master.

Desire was no match for ability, however, and while the monster was packed full of muscle and strength, it was less agile than the Force-enhanced Knight who gradually hacked into it with swift blows. The Risen forces who provided covering fire for the Rhivak quadruplets shrieked in hatred at the loss of the championing vanguard. Their cries for vengeance were satisfied when the Rhivak detonated a moment later, no doubt to the chagrin of the taunting Knight who had slaughtered it.



Finally the Warlord reached his prey, halting several meters in front of them as he observed the Knight hovering over the wounded body of his Ranger ally. The walls around them were ruined, broken down by the blast of the landing Epitaph and by the subsequent warfare which had erupted both within and without the crater. Osam glanced around the place for an instant, contemplating how in a way it was not so dissimilar from an arena. The way that it opened up within the center to the night sky and the crimson dome... the way that the walls prevented some degree of interruption and escape.

The sudden firing of a series of blaster bolts from above brought Osam out of his architectural reverie and sent a twinge of pain into his shoulder as one of the bolts caught the Verikast there. It wasn't enough to pierce through the energy-resistant metal, but that didn't mean that it was a pleasant occurrence to be shot by any means. The Syphons were far less resistant and each of them shrieked in pain as they were lightly peppered with shots. One took the blow to the arm and blindly lashed out, nearly hitting Osam with its elbow in the process. The other was stricken in the leg, and dropped immediately to one leg.

A Mandalorian and a Jedi now stood - or flew in the case of the Mandalorian - before him. Just ahead of them was the Ranger, still wounded, and still armed.

They fought on one another's side, and no doubt counted one another as allies. He had seen so many different soldiers and uniforms tonight that the fact he could so simply identify both the Knight and the Mandalorian was a minor miracle in its own right. It was... fitting that he would face the same two enemies that had nearly slaughtered him, that had mutilated him. The plasmatic blade in the hand of the Jedi made him wince more than the blaster bolt's strike - he imagined the feeling of his bone being cleaved in twain, of staring down at his own amputated appendage.

They worked together - all of the galaxy worked together against them, and they thought it made them united. They thought that unity was gathering together to fight against a common enemy, but they weren't really one force... even now with one enemy, they were disparate tribes. The Jedi and the Mandalorian even came at him from different angles, not out of tactical convenience, he saw, but because the Mandalorian had dropped from the heavens from its still-flying friends.

They didn't share blood, and they didn't share creed. One battle and one war did not unity make... they would be at one another's throats by the end of the week.

No, not these particular three, Osam corrected as he raised his carbine towards the wounded Ranger on the ground and let loose a burst of rounds in an attempt at scattering the man's grey matter across the arena wall; these three would become unified in the only way they knew how - as worm food.

The Syphons reacted violently both to their wounds and to the close proximity gunfire, leaping outward and sending their energy dispersal field wide. With any luck, it would ground the flying Mandalorian and reduce some of their enemy's technological talents.



Laertia Io Laertia Io

Even as the forces of the Bryn'adul held strong to their barricades, they were beset by the weight of numbers. Irregular militia and Rangers melded together with the forces of war-droids which had been designed to do nothing other than fight the Draelvasier as effectively and fiercely as possible - and to utter peculiar quips in the process that the Draelvasier could not for the most part understand.

While many of the defenders of the barricade were Akhenaton insectoids and Vaydralen Vandals and thus not nearly as affected as the Draelvasier by the Anti-Drael weapons being utilized by the war-droids, they were nevertheless immensely outnumbered by their opponents, and while they did their best to crush and obliterate the droid forces, the ability of many of these machines to revive themselves when they had seemingly been eliminated already was extremely difficult for them to counter, and shocking in the utmost to many of these new races whose only glimpses of galactic warfare had been given in training and throughout the night.


Perhaps that was the reason that none of these fledgling races were able to identify the presence of a particularly dangerous seismic charge. While they fought hard to eliminate the defenders of that wretched weapon, they were unable to prevent its sudden detonation... to disastrous effect.

Immediately, the barricade that had begun to wrap around the Epitaph was turned to rubble and ruin. Pieces of shrapnel and metal were sent flying out by the cataclysmic force of the superweapon, spraying into the bodies of Draelvasier, Akhenaton, and Vaydralen alike, and sending them to early graves. While the Brumaks and Rhivaks which had served as organic tanks for the forces of the Bryn'adul were known for their resilience to conventional weapons, they too suffered from the sudden onslaught, their eardrums popping from the seismic charge, and their brains flooding with lethal aneurysms as their very organs shattered under the explosive force.

Dozens upon dozens of these creatures fell victim, including those Brumaks that Osam had observed mere moments ago resting under the care of a trio of Aeravalin shamans.

The defense of the Epitaph fell to its bare minimum as the few survivors of the unknown weapon of mass destruction appeared from their places of cover only to see a sea of allied corpses. Without the defense of the Epitaph's warriors, Tathra Khaeus and the frontline Warlords and vicious heroes at his side were without a rear-flank and threatened with the possibility of envelopment... especially when a new wave of seemingly endless militia-men and war-droids appeared to seize the remaining defensive positions only tentatively held by the seismic charge's survivors.

With the blood spilled out on the ground from a thousand slain warriors and beasts, allies and friends, the crimson of the ground matched that of the dome hanging overhead. As above, so below.
 
That light at the end of the tunnel leads to Hell


GAME ON YAKHEAD!
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LOCATION: Open Space
SHIP NAME: ETHEREAL
SHIP CLASS: CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: LIRAM ANGELLUS
COMMAND STAFF

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT: "VOODOO WING"
CALLSIGNS: Captain Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Voodoo 1", Commander Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Voodoo 2" Commander Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "Voodoo 3". Each Squadron leader makes up "Voodoo Wing", their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

HIGH-SPEED INTERCEPTION
  1. Voodoo 4(Retribution Squadron)Jackal Class Starfighter
  2. Voodoo 5(Jurat Squadron) Jackal Class Starfighter
  3. Voodoo 6(Retribution Squadron)Jackal Class Starfighter
LONG RANGE INTERCEPTION
  1. Voodoo 7(Gator Squadron) Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor
  2. Voodoo 8(Raguel Squadron) Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor
  3. Voodoo 9(Beak Squadron) Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor
  4. Voodoo 10(Jok Squadron) Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor

MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER
  1. Voodoo 11(Razorback Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  2. Voodoo 12(Jurist Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  3. Voodoo 13(Fi Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  4. Voodoo 14(Prac Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  5. Voodoo 15(Tic Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  6. Voodoo 16(Alcalde Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing

ATTACK/HIGH-SPEED INTERCEPTION
  1. Voodoo 17(Kers Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor
  2. Voodoo 18(Requital Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor
  3. Voodoo 19(Scimitar Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor

BOMBERS W ESCORT
  1. Voodoo 20(Que Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
  2. Voodoo 21(M'lud Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
  3. Voodoo 22(Gatto Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
  4. Voodoo 23(Vulcano Squadron) Gregale-class Heavy Fighter

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS
  1. Voodoo 24(Bulwark Squadron) Cherub Gunship
  2. Voodoo 25(Artillery Squadron) Cherub Gunship
  3. Voodoo 26(Ferret Squadron)Cherub Transport
  4. Voodoo 27(Ferret II Squadron)Cherub Transport
  5. Voodoo 28(Ferret III Squadron)Cherub Transport
ORDERS: Take down that (censored) dome!
WINGMATES: Gir Quee Gir Quee Osam Osam Kranak Vizsla Kranak Vizsla Mig Gred Mig Gred Liedran Kathause Liedran Kathause Rurik Fel Rurik Fel Heath Valhoun Heath Valhoun


” Tactical… where are those calculations?”

Angellus fully well realized that this was not necessarily their department, but this “dome”, for lack of a better term was nothing like they had ever dealt with, so the adaptation was necessary. Halpern and Tantor were working with the department as the Powell brothers were organizing the squadrons in a manner of entering said dome once a solution was made. The “shield” enveloped half the size of the recently de-activated dome that covered the city, so while there was room for some, there was not necessarily room for all.

“Sir, the exact speed is difficult to pin down. It may be a matter of angles and height. The first drone went in twice as fast as the other but at a greater height and a downward angle. Yet the first Sirocco that crashed into the dome matched the height of the drone...”

” Point…”

“At a level angle and with maneuvering thrusters only, the gunships should be able to enter.”

” ‘Should?’ We’re talking about gunships and the lives of the crews. You had better be damn sure!” He wasn’t mad at any of them, but there was too much at stake on guesses and while they had to take a chance once in a while, unnecessary ones were not the way.

“It will work, sir.” Halpern looked up with an approving nod.

” Send it!”

A few moments of arguing between Commander Halpern and Lt. Colonel Telaksta fell by the wayside as he nodded to the Captain.

“The first gunship is going in… hovering and maneuvering speed only… slowly… success! They’re in!”’

” Send’em in! Send’em all! Transports too once all of the Marines are ‘boots to ground’.”

“No, you dumb motherf*!” Scott was heard across the bridge yelling out on his comm-link and Rojuh stopped him.

“This is the bridge! Not the cockpit!”

Angellus had eyes on the fighter section. ” Flight Control-Conn...”

“Sorry Cap’n, but one… DAMMIT!”

“DAMN!” Now it was Rojuh’s turn to shout out.
“Gundark 3… one of the Siroccos’, was set on flying into the dome once she saw the gunship enter. I tried to call her off but she insisted… she cut her engines...”

Now Liram was walking over to the station… ”... aaand…”

“She didn’t make it, Cap’n...” Scott exclaimed, still angry…

“Gundark 7 did though...” Rojuh pointed out. “Now the others and one of the Demon Bomber Squadrons want to go in too.”

” Why did one make it, and the other didn’t?”

“3 cut her engines too late. Too much speed.” Scott examined the data. “Only thing I can think of.”

Rojuh half shrugged.“It seems prudent.”

” Send the data and the message out. I want every bomber and fighter in there that is willing. Send it across our compatriots here. If they want in, they need to move now.”

Finally some good news, it was time to take the ball and run with it.

” Helm… work with tactical, I want us in a position over that dome for a firing solution on that Bryn’a’dul ship.”

“You want to fire on the ship itself?” Halpern questioned openly, Angellus just looked at him as they both walked back to the central “landscape” station.

” You saw that thing land. You’ve seen them just run roughshod through everything we have. I won’t fire on civilians, but I will fire on them.”

Commo-Conn… Contact Marine command and let them know of our status.


Down on the planet, the Lieutenant Colonel was in one of the fighting vehicles inside of the dome. The comm systems were not working for them back to the carrier, but teams entering the dome passed on what was happening. She also saw the gunships and fighters buzzing in. It was odd to see, but definitely a welcome sight. What was surprising was when the Ronto pulled up next to her and Raguel, the vehicle chief popped out of the port as he was driving.

Lieutenant Colonel… sitrep for you ma’am.

This was not normal protocol, not only was he Navy, but he was Special Forces. This was not something that the chief was expecting to see, but she never looked a gift bantha in the mouth.

“Report, Chief.”

Omega Squad is inside the Epitaph…

Her eyes just turned to dinner plates in size. Again, a woman of professional behavior when on the clock, she was just taken aback. “Ho… forget it, I don’t wanna know. Do they need anything from us?”

Just letting you know, Ma’am. Though they may not know about those troops protecting the ship. They snuck in the back.

“Understood. Keep yourselves in position to pick them up… we can buy them some time.” Then one of her lieutenants spoke up.

“Ma’am, Admiral Quee is on the ground, we have his location. Should we stage?”

“No, contact him and let him know we’re going to engage those forces on the Epitaph directly from our position, if he needs otherwise, just let us know.” Her orders were simple. Hit them from their back left shoulder while they are looking to the front. “... and get those gunships into formation! If those fighters are gonna do something, tell them to cover us!”

"Orders, Ma'am?"

As if in an old holo-movie, the Colonel stood on the roof of the APC and pointed. "HOORAH!"




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Phase Two


Post: 5

The Frontlines

Before the Bomb

Sethrak did not see Tathra, but he heard his calls to rally. At first he thought he was imagining it, but The Force made it very clear that Tathra was indeed here now. Had the Force not been enough of an indicator of Tathra's presence, the frontlines were rallying quicker than before. Meanwhile the reinforcements he had called in were approaching quickly, soon to join the fight.

The Warlock didn't know if it would be enough. The enemy was prepared today, this battle was already an uphill one due simply to the numbers. With the bio weaponry and the air support that had managed to penetrate The Bryn shield, he worried that they would not have victory.

That being said, within the dome The Bryn'adul had air superiority still, and as tightly packed as everyone was, that was a major advantage. He lifted his communication stone, trying to reach multiple gunboat squadron leaders he spoke
"This is warlord Sethrak. I am assuming command of 74 Gunboats. You will see where through your mind stones."

He didn't need to say anything more, but he kept his mind stone lifted as he transmitted his position to the 74 gunboat pilots. The mind stone was perhaps the most useful tool the Bryn'adul had, capable of transmitting ideas, thoughts, and images alongside words to anyone else with a stone. That was what he was doing.

However it was extremely difficult for The Warlock because he wasn't transmitting what he saw with his eyes. Instead he was envisioning the battlefield in real time through The Force, and sending these images to the gunships. He couldn't focus enough to hold it much longer, but what he had sent should have been enough to mark several lines behind the frontline where the gunboats would swoop down and unleash streams of fire and a barrage of molten bullets at a speed of 800 rounds per minute.

He opened his eyes and severed the connection to the gunboat pilots. He hoped his instructions were enough. In theory the SJC forces would stop their charge occasionally, allowing Tathra and the Bryn forces to have very short breaks between melees. However he was unsure if it would work out that way as the airstrikes may not be significant enough to make a difference. Regardless of their effect, they would certainly cause some heavy casualties on the SJC side and there would most likely be a moral impact as soldiers saw their fellow troops burn to death.

With his orders dispatched Sethrak began to run to the frontlines.


The Bomb
Only to be stopped in his tracks by a colossal explosion. His ears ringed as the bomb detonated back near the epitaph. In The Force he felt the aftermath of the explosion instantly as thousands of souls were suddenly silenced. There was an eerie calm as much of the fighting ceased, even if only for a few seconds. The fighting that remained was quiet compared to the chaos moments before.

Perhaps this ceasefire was in his head. Maybe it was an illusion caused by the shock he was experiencing and the ringing in his temporarily deafened ears. Or maybe it had happened. He didn't know as rage and fear consumed him. He sprinted to the thickest point in the battle, which suddenly resumed...or had never stopped...and began slicing down foes.

The enemy noticed as two men armed with two-handed vibroblades teamed up to take him down. The one to Sethrak's right came in with an overhead swing. The man to his left attacked at the same time, opting to thrust the blade at The Warlord's abdomen.

In response to the pathetic attack Sethrak simply sidestepped, his long legs allowing him to get well clear of both blades. Then, using his anger to his advantage, he delivered a crushing kick to the nearest man's ribs. It was strong enough to turn any organs behind the now-shattered ribs to jelly and send the body flying into the soldiers behind him. The other man took no time to come in with another swing. One Sethrak blocked with ease. Holding his spear with one hand, Sethrak took his other hand and picked the man up by the throat, slamming him into the ground.

He had cut down several foes but this battle seemed to be neverending as wave after wave of attackers came after him.

He didn't know if anyone he knew had fallen from the explosion. His thoughts went to Osam, the underdog that had earned his respect as well as Tathra's. Was the young warlord dead now? What of Thatzaer, the Ahkenaton Sethrak had chosen to lead The Lothal Guard.

What of The Lothal Guard? Had his battle-hardened troops, trained by Sethrak himself been killed by the blast?

These questions gave him anger, fear, and sadness. From those emotions he gained energy. Rage made him hit harder, fear made him move faster, and sadness made him focus more.

This devastating attack by The Jedi would be their undoing.
 



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Location: Anvil, Sev Tok
Equipment: Imperial Mk. I "Dooku-Pattern", Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Varn Barakis Varn Barakis , Crosten Feyn Crosten Feyn , Jairdain Jairdain , Mig Gred Mig Gred , Aien Mueller, Subject 648 Slipknot Subject 648 Slipknot , Beltran Rarr Beltran Rarr , Laertia Io Laertia Io


Juggernauts and Grunts were everywhere, as the soldiers began to engage with the Bryn, Jax used his Lightsaber to deflect incoming blaster bolts redirecting them towards the oversized crabs advancing on their position. Due to the Juggernauts' large size, it was easier to aim the bolts to their bodies. The creatures roared in pain while Jax charged hurling his Lightsaber towards one of the creatures who staggered from Jax's deflecting blaster bolt. The blade sank onto the Juggernaut's chest as Jax leapt on to him and removed the blade mid-air. The fight went on for hours until Jax heard Mig's voice.

"Mig is that right?" Jax smirked as he continued to deflect incoming blaster bolts. "Good to hear a voice that doesn't sound like they're going through a damn meat grinder! What's the situation?"



 
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Location: The Lucky Seven Motel, the city of Anvil
Allies: Liram Angellus Liram Angellus } Mig Gred Mig Gred | Liedran Kathause Liedran Kathause | Silver Jedi Concord & Allies
Enemies: Krarolk T'manu ? | Ostak Cl'mana
Equipment: Carabello-series Armored Uniform, Ferrazid Distortion Shield, Furor Sonic Pistol, Silverthorn Stiletto, FastMed MedPac, SC-1 comlink
Forces: Elements of a Hellfighters Regiment

Once the motel's check-in lobby, his new command room stunk of the stench of cigarra smoke. A handful of the motel's entertainment holo-projectors had been set-up in a ring around him and haphazardly linked to several portable computers to make an ad hoc command console that was controlled by a motley collection of military issue datapads and a few civilian portable computers randomly found throughout the motel's guest rooms. Several of the Hellfighters cursed as they attempted to fix a connection between their latest addition to this bizarre command arrangement - a GNK Power Droid. He sighed. If only Tissah could see the ridiculousness of this situation now...One of the 56th's troopers called out to him from a stained couch.

"Looks like Neebray is still trying to get some craft inside. There's some issue with the approach angle."

Gir nodded. His communications with Liram Angellus Liram Angellus had been spotty at best - he wasn't exactly working with the latest of military grade communication's equipment. He'd almost rather raise the other officer via personal comlink now even if it was only by voice. But that would irresponsible...

"See if we can get some people to help measure data from inside the dome with one of our portable sensor packs and have transmit it to Neebray for actual analysis. We could really use their help right now, and I'll take anything flyable they can give us...even if it's an escape pod jammed full of explosives...Anything that can help us deal with that."

He pointed an almost otherworldly scene as picked up by one of his trooper's HUDs - A giant serpent glided through the night sky, spewing out plasma cannons and small arms fire down on the Concord defenders huddled behind rubble or dug into foxholes. Machine gun and rifle fire from the Hellfighters lashed back up at Ostak Cl'mana Ra'maks. While not strong enough to really hurt the giant flying surface, the Concordian small arms fire would be more than adequate to wound the enemy drones or at least prevent them from being able to effectively use their own personal weapons. Still, it was not a remotely fair fight, and Gir's stomach sickened at the thought of the casualties the Bryn'adul attacks must be inflicting. We better hope that they don't find their way here...Suddenly, bright flashes of light errupted from the ground followed by a sextet of concussion missiles and two proton rockets to leap up out at the Ra'mak. He blinked.

"Nobody told me we had any anti-aircraft batteries."

"We don't have dedicated batteries, but all of our squads have a TwinStar Rocket Launcher," replied Captain Tibbs, "Command thought we'd need them against Bryn'adul gunboats...but this is something a bit bigger than I bet they were planning on."

The admiral nodded in agreement. The Bryn always seems to have a trick up their sleeves. His eyes scanned the holo-projectors, watching the battlefield unfold as Silver Concord forces poured into the shield, even as the great Bryn'adul chieftain attempted to push an attack forward from the Epitaph. A deep baritone voice from a Hellfighter pouring through datapad messages caught his attention.

"I'm patching this through the motel's speakers sir, you must hear this. Everybody must hear this."

He nodded in understanding and gave his assent. A staticky voice began to pour out the motel's intercomm system and reverberate off the cheap walls.


"All commanders, regardless of allegiance, deploy your troops and engage the enemy on all fronts. Be brave. Be merciless. This is no longer a fight to defend this world, but every world. The future of the galaxy as a whole will be shaped by our actions here this day. Special Officer Red, find that weapon. We'll decide what to do with it once it's secure. Heavenshield, out."

That weapon. His eyes widened. There were few weapons on Sev Tok that merited the attention of a Special Officer to collect, or the need to press an attack against such a foe as the Bryn'adul. Death by Bryn'adul is probably preferable to death by a device like that. He silently prayed to the half dozen deities that he had others speak of that it didn't go off, at least not yet. Prayers don't really do anything do they though, do they? Otherwise I ought to just pray the Bryn away...no, action does. What can we do to help? His eyes studied the holo-projectors more. There were reports of seismic activity filtering in even as the Bryn'adul tried to make their massive push out from the Epitaph. He hesitated.

"Our front lines are going to start needing to get replacements if we're to keep the pressure on the Bryn'adul and contain them," muttered the blonde man.

"You want us to get closer to it...I mean, sir. You want us getting closer to that thing?" asked Tilos.

"Sergeant, does it matter if you're closer to it or further away from it? You're trapped here with it either way. I'm just as thrilled by its presence as you are...which is to say, not very."

Tilos's hulking shoulders drooped, "I suppose not."

"Start organizing by platoon-sized elements," said the admiral, "we're going to start dispatching by platoon to the front lines to areas where it looks like our lines might faulter, starting by plugging those gaps that the enemy airpower is trying to make. I've seen what you Hellfighters can do, you are more than their match..."

Are they really though? Theoretically they are, but does not mean that they are realistically, does it? He pushed the thought out of his mind.

"Tibbs, see if you can get Neebray on the line. I'd like to have some of his marines start filtering through us to the front, and I'd like to see if we can scrounge some vehicles from somewhere."

Tibbs nodded, "The 98th Mechanized was to our left before the impact..."

"See if you can get in contact with them, either via comlink or by runner."

"On it."
 
Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii


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Forces: 1st MIL Battalion "Netherhounds", 1st Armored Platoon "Wraith Division," 6x GF-2B Super TwinTails Squadrons, 2x "Kodashi" Viper MKII Squadrons, 2x Dinii-class Dral'tabalhar Me'sen squadrons, 14x HF-2 Jair Kyr'am, 7x DF-1 Scarab Swarm Fighter squadrons
Equipment: In bio
Tags:
Allies: Jax Thio Jax Thio Aayla Shan Aayla Shan Varn Barakis Varn Barakis Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield Beltran Rarr Beltran Rarr Aien Mueller Jairdain Jairdain Kranak Vizsla Kranak Vizsla Laertia Io Laertia Io Chasianna Chasianna
Enemies: Tathra Khaeus Tathra Khaeus Osam Osam Ostak Cl'mana Galak Galak
Mig chuckled a little, nodding to Jax. He would then speak up, keeping his helmet on for very large, obvious reasons, and would deliver a slash of his Trayc'kad into one of the Juggernauts' neck.

"Yeah. Guess I have a reputation that proceeds me." He then looked back, seeing the the small group of soldiers he had at his disposal. "This situation could be better. Squadrons are trapped under here too, and I didn't have the largest units to start with. Looks like the Wraith's Sluggers chewed through those...." Mig then felt something through the Force. Something he'd become all too familiar with. He looked at Jax, then the others there.

"Death worms.... Osik! Fall back! Fall back!" Mig quickly looked as the tanks and troops began to retreat, with the tanks swapping one of their barrels from APHE to Baradium HE, just in case the worms got too close. They still kept up fire on the Ravagers with their other barrel though. As he moves out, he can hear multiple transmissions. There was a nuke somewhere somewhere under the dome. A nuke!? Did the Force just like to try killing him for fun!? And then there was... a seismic charge!? He sighed, running as fast as he could, and watching a couple of Hounds be taken out by the living gunships. He glared, then heard a familiar deep rumble of a TwinTail's ion-jets, and the thuds of the particle cannons as they began to chase down the Ra’maks.

Elswhere in the skys, the "Death Scream" attackers would pull around and attempt to fire on the Siege Towers, and the other fighters kept trying to deal with the fighter swarms, thought the Scarabs weren't holding up well. That wasn't a surprise. They were built in swarms, with one of the few droid minds that the Mandalorian clan was comfortable with throwing into a meat grinder. Literally a level above just being drones.

Then the charge went off, and Mig would duck behind a building. Why did he keep agreeing to help fight Bryn!?

Orbit:
Fleet: Keros' Kad, 4x Shield-class Escort Cruisers, 3x HA-2 Pike Squadrons
Tags:
Allies: Liedran Kathause Liedran Kathause Gir Quee Gir Quee Liram Angellus Liram Angellus Rurik Fel Rurik Fel
Enemies: Tathra Khaeus Tathra Khaeus
Kaddie would appear in the hanger, looking at the engineers as they finally finished mounting the bomb bays to the HA-2s.

"Are they ready?"

"Yeah. And loaded." Kaddie nodded seeming to do something before speaking up again. "Launch them now." The engineer nodded, and looked at the launch controller.

"All Pikes launch!" The ships would then spool up, "quickly" launching from the hanger bay before turning planet side.
 
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He continued to run, blaster already loaded and in hand while his surroundings grew more and more chaotic with each passing moment. The sudden crash landing of the Bryn assault ships had changed the tone of the battle dramatically, and now rather than preparing, the panicked smuggler found himself reacting to the events.

The clones were there at the scene by the time of his arrival, troopers scattered through whatever structures and wreckage remained for cover. All around him was the constant sound of blaster fire ripping through the air. There amidst several troopers in cover behind the remains of a building was the clone leader. Crosten made his way there hastily, and the leader approached him with his report.

“The bombardment was biological in nature, sir. It looks specifically prepared for the Bryn’adul, its crippled plenty of them, but plenty more remain fighting.”

“Yeah, they’re real committed to that.” He reported dryly. If he weren’t caught beneath the brunt of the attack, he’d be downright impressed by it. In short order, they had gone from descending towards the city with their fleet to deploying enough troops to overrun them. Granted, it was nothing he’d ever dream of trying; but it worked, and it’s pretty hard to argue with results.

“But how are we holding up?”

“We lost quite a few in the initial assault, but that bombardment bought us some time sir.”

“Believe me, we ain’t got no time. They didn’t pull this to screw around, they’re be pushing to overrun us soon. We’ve detected a nuke and seismic charges, they’re pulling out the big guns for this.”

“What about the city?”

“Well there ain’t a karkin’ thing you can do about ordinance and -” He paused himself at the expression the clone leader gave him before responding with a new sentence.

“Objective’s changed to ‘Slaughter Bryn.’”

“Understood; we’ll break down the defensive and seek to engage.”

“In the meantime, I’m going to see if I can get a good vantage point for the battle.” Crosten concluded, giving a nod to the clone leader.

“You’re going to stay here? What about the ordinance?”

“Aw hell, what about the ordinance? I just said there wasn’t a karkin’ thing to be done about it.”

“You could withdraw to cover, sir?”

“What? Bantha crap! I-” Crosten responded before the ground shook from the explosion, knocking both men to the ground.

“Alight. That was just the charge.” he remarked, surprisingly casually.

“Now I’ve already bought into this operation; the dice have been thrown. Maybe someone can deal with the nuke; maybe it goes of. Maybe I live or maybe we all get killed here; I don’t know.

But there’s nothing I can do about it. When times get tough; just solve what problems you can.” He concluded.

“We’ll engage them with aggression, sir.” The clone leader responded. Crosten noticed the change in tone; the leader sounded notably more sincere. While it was a nice change to see, the smuggler had no idea why it was.
 
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Location: Anvil - Sev Tok
Allies: CIS ( Laertia Io Laertia Io ) │ SJC ( Beltran Rarr Beltran Rarr Thirdas Heavenshield Thirdas Heavenshield )
Enemies: The Bryn'adûl ( Quoron Ver'dum Quoron Ver'dum Tathra Khaeus Tathra Khaeus Ostak Cl'mana)

A shot of the energy-restoring cocktail, injected into her thigh, rejuvenated the Qilin as she moved after Laertia. Before long, the two women linked up with the Jedi, one a powerfully built blonde, who in short, resembled a space Viking, and the other, a heavily-armored cyborg. The Sister, clad in her crimson outfit, which distinctly marked her out as a Sith, looked briefly at the two men, but otherwise said nothing.

Strange times, indeed.

Overhead, a squadron of Ra’mak War Beasts drew her attention, just as a dozen Drones leapt down from the sky, feral, screeching creatures that drew out a sensation of disgust from the diminutive electromancer. Fortunately, just as the Drones moved for her, a hailstorm of covering fire from Laertia Io Laertia Io 's Nuetralizers met their charge, thereby keeping them away from the Sister for a time.

All the while, the Sister briefly closed her eyes, ur-Kittât flowing from her lips as she moved her body in what could be construed as a dance, were it not for the galvanic energy surrounding her hands. Beneath her helmet, her eyes glowed a luminous cyan. Although her words acted as a focus, they were not strictly necessary, only aiding the electromancer in charging up her power, drawing on the energy of negative emotions exuded by the hundreds, if not thousands of Draelvasier who were dying slow, painful deaths to the Nanovirus and the fear of civilians, in particular the terror of the young Twi’lek girl as she watched a live thermal detonator roll into the building she had taken refuge within, before being violently consumed in the fire of its explosion. ( Quoron Ver'dum Quoron Ver'dum )

Battlefields such as this were where the Sith were strongest, with so much pain, fear, and raw, primal suffering to draw on. Such emotions aided the Sister in charging up her power significantly. Before long, the electromancer drew her eyes towards the sky, taking in the Ra’mark War Beasts flying overhead (Ostak Cl'mana), each with feral Drones clinging to the ridges in their organic hulls. The Sister set her eyes on two of the massive, flying creatures in particular, the last in the squadron, both of which were still in ascent and were therefore the closest to the diminutive electromancer.

After five seconds, the Sister raised her arms towards the Ra’maks. Then, drawing upon the energy she had been charging during that period, Lightning was suddenly cast forth from both of her hands, carrying within it what she hoped would be enough energy to strike the beasts down from the sky...


  • Laertia Io’s Nuetralizers provide covering fire against the dozen Drones charging at First Sister.
  • All the while, First Sister charges up her power and focuses it, for a period of roughly five seconds.
  • Then, First Sister discharges Force Lightning at the last two Ra’mak War Beasts, attempting to destroy them.
  • TLDR: Go Big or Go Home. :D
 
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Objective: Memento Mori
Equipment: Mind Crown | Black MidNight Duster with Hood | Echani shield suit | Grav Boots | Eltro Life Gloves | x2 red lightsabers | Wrist Laser | x2 FWG-5 Flechette Smart Pistol | X4 Daggers | Pack of Death sticks | Holopad
Allies: None Technically
Enemies: Everyone because Haters gonna Hate.
Special Tags: OPEN



The walk through the tunnels neared its end, Tegan keeping herself hidden among the masses. She could here the rumblings off in the distance and even sense the hum of war, destruction, death, and chaos. She had told herself she was here to observe and not get involved but the feelings and flood of the force called to her. The destruction of the Dark wanted to feast on what a world and city being torn asunder. Yet as she neared the end of the road among the evacuees, she knew her chances of getting to see the action of above was fading quick as well.


Tegan’s group being led by some Jedi unknown to her passed by Starlin Rand Starlin Rand and Maple Harte Maple Harte , Tegan smirked to herself sensing him as she hidden with in her group of evacuess her force signature and aura being actively hidden. Still thoughts of tormenting him did cross her mind but instead she kept moving with her group as him and Maple went on their mission to collect more civilians. Though Tegan almost envied them as they would encounter Bryn before her.


Her group was soon being loaded into ships to be carried off world and this was not what Tegan wanted. She wanted to see the fight observe the Bryn’s destruction of this world. She wanted to see if their legendary brutality was a true or a myth to create a galactic boogie man. Her eyes darted around looking for a way out of being ushered off this world. She could high jack the ship and just fly it back to the city? No that would bring way too much attention to her and at this point she didn’t want that.


She looked at the mine entrance/exit at the evacuation point that was the other option. The only viable one Tegan saw though it would expose her at least for a moment to any force user within the area. Not Ideal but it was less exposure than high jacking the ship. It was a risk she knew she would have to take if she wanted to achieve the goals the Dark had led her here to achieve. Her little legs carried her quickly through the gathering evacuees back a way into the entrance of the mines.


She stood there a ways back, behind her more refugees were coming lead by another Jedi. Tegan put her right hand to the cave wall and closed her eyes. “Midwan Kots Qo!” the energies of the incantations flowed through her revealing her to anyone who could sense the force. “Midwan Kots Qo!” The energy grew stronger as the vibrations of the force were sent through the mine walls. Tegan’s eyes began to flare up and turn a violent orange. “Midwan Kots Qo!” massive amounts of energy poured through Tegan as words were said over and over in that ancient language of the sith. The words of Power to break paths which started to cause the mines to quake and rock. Tunnels began to collapse as the force flowed through Tegan into the stone. “Midwan Kots Qo!” Some tunnels would collapse, and some exits would as well it might slow the progress of the evacuations also it would help Tegan double back and avoid other Evacuation groups as they tried to find new routes or clear existing ones that had collapsed.
 

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