Dominion The Bryn'adûl | A Fleet Burns | Hex below Draemidus Prime

[Galak]

Post: Three
Objective: B
Tags: Primarch Drek'ma |

When they were all seated, the lights shone a dark crimson. It was time to get moving, Galak didn’t know about anyone else in the second wave but he for one felt a measure of guilt for the brothers lost in the former wave. Now the enemy fleet was distracted, and they would have a safer route. Should they not all have attacked at once? Perhaps not, Galak did not have the tactical mind of Ver’kad nor of the Chieftain Khaeus himself.

“Let’s show them how true Baedurin fight! Together, 10th regiment!” Galak roared, his voice relaying over the comms channel of all the second wave boarding crafts as they were shot out from the carriers.

The small crafts dodged and weaved between the chaos, heading directly for the enemy frigate. His force was heading for the leftmost frigate, Pavium was leading the force heading right. The Brute Emissary quietly wished his brethren luck before being thrown back in his seat as the boarding craft crashed through the hull of the frigate.

Pain surged up through the back of the Emissaries neck, a groan wakening him as he released the latch, slumping over himself as he looked about his devious cohorts.

“Rise, together brethren. Our fellow warriors have already begun the fight, lest us not be left behind!”

 

[Keldothera]

Objective: A
Tags: Sethrak | Tathra Khaeus | Krarolk T'manu |
Post: 3

“Follow the Chieftain! Follow!” Came a cry from the General, leaping down from the wreckage of the boarding craft a few steps behind, carrying her Bryn Shot in a two handed grip, her Mauler on her back as she got close and personal, cutting a mercenary open with the backward blade of the Bryn shot, into the stomach of the mercenary.

She turned on her heel as she as the impaled mercenary gargled blood, staggering behind her as she used him as a meat shield repeatedly turning her back on the other black sun mercenaries as they opened fire on her and her troops. Kelda turned her Bryn shot onto the enemies focusing on Tathra, blasting apart a few with her underslung shots from the weapon.

The General tore the blade from the weak little man’s body as he collapsed to her right, her Brutes crushing the enemy resistance in the immediate area. This area was theirs, for the moment.

“Immediate vicinity is clear!” Came a callout from Captain Dertag, one of her best. The General turned her attention to the Titan.

“Lead the way, Sire.”

 

[Sethrak]

Post:4
Objective:A
Tags: Tathra Khaeus Galak Keldothera

The others moved forward. Sethrak assumed Tathra's party had as well. They had landed in a more open part of the ship, off to Sethrak’s right. Sethrak’s own party was in a section of halls, thus he lost sight of the Titan. Ahead, there were two corners. He didn’t know which way the bridge would be. Left or right, it mattered not. There were enemies to be slain. He stopped spinning his spear, throwing it and hitting a mercenary human with a rather large weapon. Without hesitating he ran forward, pulling the spear from the corpse as he passed it. To his front the mercenaries retreated.

They went right.

Right was the way to the bridge. They had shot themselves in the foot in revealing the direction of the bridge. As the Warlock cut the corner, he focused on the group of men that hadn’t reached cover yet. He couldn’t reach them. It was time to show he was able to do more than simply strike with lightning from his fingertips. He concentrated, creating a ball of light, blinding the mercenaries, forcing them to collapse as he advanced forward slowly, once again deflecting blaster fire. He had grown in power since Yurb, so to avoid ever feeling that he was a factor in any defeat ever again. To create light was one ability he had learned. Another, was to create a shroud of darkness. Valuable abilities, indeed. It seemed that the Bryn had escaped one chokepoint just to find another. Their numbers were fading but the second wave should arrive very soon. While the primary goal of the second wave was to destroy the frigates, there would also be fresh men to help the first wave.

Knowing they would be reinforced, Sethrak ordered his men to continue the assault. It would have been different if they weren’t receiving reinforcements, but a fresh wave meant the party could easily advance. Sethrak increased his pace as he grew accustomed to the flow of battle. He would fight at his own pace now. The mercs already tasted Drael might on their terms, now they would experience the full power of the Drael on Bryn terms.

“Continue the assault! Do not hesitate!” he ordered as the battle raged on.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

Post: III
Objective: C
Tags: Keldothera | Sethrak | Tathra Khaeus

The trio exited the burning hangar, using the flames as a distraction.
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They now ran through an interior hallway - one that seemed to be empty. The main force had succeeded in distracting the majority of the marines onboard, which would make the lives of the Zealot Elite trio much easier. They dashed through the halls, lights flickering overhead as the flames in the hangar began to spread through the cruiser's electrical systems. The trio still outpaced the flames, but they did not expect to be in such a fortunate position for long.

From what Krarolk had seen while approaching the flagship on his Shard, the command bridge was located near the front of the vessel. The hangar they had landed on was in the middle of the vessel's front third, meaning that they were likely about a hundred meters or less away from the bridge. For the three Elites, the distance was close to nothing. Yet they knew that there could still be enemies between them and the fleet commander.

Surely enough, as the Elites arrived within fifteen meters of the bridge's main doors, they opened up, revealing four Falleen shock troopers carrying battle rifles, vibroblades, and heavy armor.

For a brief moment, the two groups stared at each other, sizing each other up and analyzing their armaments.

Then, at the same time, they both struck.

 

[Ver'kad Inuk]

POST: Four
TAGS: Badar |
OBJ: D

The battle overall seemed to be going well, but it seemed as though the enemy were not fighting at their hardest. Something, he didn't know quite yet what but something didn't feel right. Some of their ships were just sitting back, waiting for something whilst a large portion of their fighter core was being annihilated.

Ver'kad shifted to his second, Gar'kad his younger brother. His second was eager to help, and the Fleetmaster appreciated his aptitude for naval combat better than any shipmaster he knew would.

"Get me shipmaster Badar, quickly."

The fleetmaster turned in his chair, swivelling across as his hands rested against the stone armrests, looking to the various data centres on his sides. He couldn't tell what was amiss, but something was.

 

[Badar]

Tags: Ver'kad Inuk
Post:4
Objective: D

The Shipmaster was being contacted by Ver'kad. He had been in many battles alongside Ver'Kad. He knew the fleet-master was going to say exactly what Badar was thinking. Something was off, the enemy was underperforming. He quickly scanned the battle one last time before answering the call with a simple statement: "Me too. Something isn't right."

As he awaited a response from the fleet-master he waved a hand, signaling for the second-in-command to order a halt to the firing. The gun would be able to cool off and recharge in case it was needed. The Butcherer-class ship had a weak point and a blindspot. He could only hope that there wasn't a flanking force. Surely there wasn't though, between Ver'kad, the crew of each ship, the fighters, and Badar himself, surely a flanking force would have been spotted. Regardless, this battle was about to take a change, and the Bryn would have to stand strong.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Four
Objective: A/C
Tags: Sethrak | Krarolk T'manu | Keldothera |

There was plenty more of the small humans than there were of them, they were outnumbered and the mercenaries knew it.
Slowly, they'd corner him, but he was ready to face them, he would show his strength. Tathra charged into the Black Sun scum, trampling some as he kicked out with his right leg, knocking back and killing the largest of them, knocking the Black Sun mercenary back several feet, slamming into a peice of debris, his spine cracking as he cried - sliding down the slice of debris into a slump.

Tathra threw himself into the momentum as his right foot came down on the ground, quaking as he slashed with his dominant one-handed grip; turning the next Mercenary into a spray of red mist and guts. His right grasping just below his dominant hand at the end of the initial swing. He used that grasping point as an anchor, his right hand directing the Long-Axe as he slashed right, cutting another in half as his dominant arm pulled up and swung vertically inward and right, knocking down another with a strike of the shafts pommel before cutting down another as the Axe head came round.

Tathra noted the approach of more Black Sun retreating from the assault of the General. They would wish to fight him instead of the General, fools indeed. Tathra released the Long-Axe back into his dominant hand before bringing the shaft of the Axe along the back of his arm, goading them close before swinging upward with the Axe, switching to grasping the shaft between his index and thumb, using his hand as a swivel, spinning the length of the Axe around from below and inside of his wrist to the outside and a top his wrist as immediately two were cut down.

Bringing the Axe high, Tathra released the Long-Axe into the grasp of his right hand, grasping just above the handguard and cocking his wrist, bringing the upper-length of the Axe low and blocking the strike of a vibro-sword before pulling the Axe upward, hooking the sword from underneath and punching his left fist into the abdomen of the Black Sun, sending him careening back through the debris as pain lurched through Tathra's body. The Titan turned his head as a Axe was drove into his collar, between his bones.

His attacked used Tathra's lurched form to leap at him and it worked. He snarled as black blood exploded into his mouth, running from the spaces between his mouth as his left and dominant arm wrapped around the Axe, trapping it between his bicep and wrist; snapping the Axe as the wood broke from the beard, thrusting the Long-Axe into the chest of the Black Sun Mercenary, splitting him in half, his armour crunching into his flesh as his body rose, the foreign blue blood trickling down the boiling crystalline blade.

“Immediate vicinity is clear!” - “Lead the way, Sire.”

So it was. The next doorway was to the left, they needed it open to head toward the elevator.

"Charges on the door."

 

[Sethrak]

Tathra Khaeus Keldothera Krarolk T'manu
Post:5
Objective: D

They continued, Sethrak at the lead. They'd have to stop, even with the Warlock leading, even with the reinforcements, too many men had been lost. He needed to, at the least, give the men time to catch their breath, reload, and otherwise prepare. Hopefully the Titan was able to push forward further considering he had an open area. If not for the tight space he had been forced to attack, they would've been fine.

He finished the group of mercenaries he was fighting, then ordered his men to hold. He looked them over, there weren't many left. It'd be enough. The Baedurin was still alive, though he had several wounds slowing him down. "Here, baedurin." the Warlock said. He was going to heal the lesser wounds. He had very little experience with this, but he had to do it. If the biggest soldier in the squad fell, they'd have to retreat completely.

The wounds were many. Two cuts to the chest, a blaster shot to the leg that caused the brute to limp, and some skin blown off the forehead. Sethrak closed his eyes and mind, seeing the wounds in his mind. He looked deeper, the skin, the blood, the particles in the air. He then envisioned the wounds being filled by the particles, then the particles became blood, then flesh, and then, he opened his eyes.

Success. The wounds were almost completely healed.

They would continue.

 

[Keldothera]

Objective: A
Tags: Sethrak | Krarolk T'manu | Tathra Khaeus |
Post: 4

His display of combat skill distracted the General as she looked about the bodies, pride and admiration swelling within her in equal amounts. She'd never seen someone fight like that, never been able to fight like that. Perhaps working with the Chieftain would make this far too easy. The notion drew a smile across her features, hidden under the thick plates of her helmet. They moved forward through the length of the corridor before reaching a doorway, one that was sealed tight.

Her eyes flicked to Tathra, almost expecting him to just rip the door open. She'd like to see that, but instead one of her Grenadiers shuffled past her; planting a set of explosives along the joints of the doorway.

"Move back, Warriors." Keldothera spoke with confidence, ushering a command that truly wasn't needed.

Her mind gnawed at that call, they all knew you don't stand next to explosives. Why did she even say that? Was she overcompensating because HE was here, with her? Her focus was shaken by no fault but her own. The Drael woman pinched her tongue between her teeth, keeping quiet as they waited.

BOOM!

The door was open, blaster fire cut through the din of smoke, mercenary bodies clattering the ground; some killed in the explosion. These human warriors were pathetic.

 

[Galak]

Post: Four
Objective: B
Tags: Primarch Drek'ma |

The 10th Regiment Brutes charged out from the interior of the craft, leaping knee deep into the wreckage. Their Phalanx was split up into different leading segments across the advance of their attack. Galak took the turret from his back, the heavy chainguns two shield attachments sprung outward in upward and downward directions.

The Brute growled with joy, ready to spray down some slime with his chaingun. Just beyond their line, a group of mercenaries he recognised from the Emboldened Brothers. Strange, alien men holding a defensive line against their adjacent groups.

"Move left, I have them!" Galak leapt down once more, his heavy weight shuddering across the metal as some of the emboldened brothers turned to face him. His chaingun was already running hot, hundreds of spike rounds pulverised the Emboldened Brother troopers, their bodies torn apart by the blasts of his turret.

"Section cleared! Push brethren, the Primarch is with us!"

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: B
Tags: Galak |
Post: Two

The Ra'mak Alpha held an altitude far above the hangar bay floor. The personal arms and weapons used by the mercenaries below had very little actual impact on the Ra'mak, their bullets bounced off of its hide like nothing.

The large creature growled as it floated, snarling as the ticklish bullets riddled across its flesh, the Ra'mak roared powerfully in response. It was not a creature to be trifled with, nor were the Draelvasier warriors underneath him and these mercenaries would soon discover this as fact.

But, one stray bullet would be unfortunate for him. But that was a sacrifice one had to make to be present on the battlefield, he was a Shaman and the Primarch of his order. Those under his tenure should see their supposed leader acting as they did.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

Post: IV
Objective: C
Tags: Keldothera | Sethrak | Tathra Khaeus

As the Falleen troopers opened fire on the trio, Krarolk called upon his spiritual energy.
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It had only been recently that the Zealot Elite had managed to extend his inner energies outside of objects he was in physical contact with, but Krarolk was a swift learner with plenty of training time on his hands. Since then, he had learned that by manifesting his spiritual energy in a physical form, he could create a protective barrier.

The plasma bolts hit a thin, translucent wall of light green that stood meters in front of the Elite trio. With every bolt that hit the wall, Krarolk was strained further in body and spirit. Yet he knew that he could hold the barrier for just long enough for the other two Elites to do their work.

Under the cover of Krarolk's defensive barrier, the other two Elites rushed forwards, glaives raised. He lowered the barrier just as the other two lunged forwards, entering melee range before the Falleen could fire another salvo. They reached for their vibroblades, but not all of them were fast enough. Abvor decapitated one while their Commander pierced another's stomach with his imbued blade, leaving the green-skinned individuals to slowly and painfully bleed out. The other two drew their blades in time to meet the Elites, only for Abvor to switch to his Radesh Shredder shotgun and tear a trooper's chest open from half a meter away.

The last Falleen standing swung her blade horizontally at the Zealot Commander, only for him to grab the sides of the blade mid-swing. With his superior strength, the Commander easily ripped the vibroblade out of the guard's hands and tossed it meters behind the pair.

"Pathetic." muttered the Zealot Commander in Basic before gripping the trembling soldier and snapping her neck.

With Krarolk close behind, the pair of Zealot Elites continued into the command chamber.

 

[Keldothera]

Objective: A
Tags: Sethrak | Tathra Khaeus | Krarolk T'manu |
Post: 5

Without so much as a word, the General lead her troops through the gaps. Tathra was Chieftain, but this was her operation. These were her warriors and it was her opportunity to prove herself to Tathra, her opportunity to prove that she could fight as well as any male, and was worthy of her title. She did not inherit it just because her General turned heretic.

She may have been forced to take his place when she killed him, but that did not mean she hadn't earned it. Kelda rushed through the smoke, trampling over the corpses of the enemy as she attacked; blasting away with her Bryn Shot at the enemy crowd, legs and metal flung into the air as her warriors rushed to her side, firing at the enemy alongside her.

They had a turret placement up ahead, one Tathra could easily cleave through with a power strike if he deigned to do so.

"Chieftain! Turret!"

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: B
Tags: Galak |
Post: Three

That was why he was hidden behind its broad back, away from enemy sight. He had to use the creatures eyes to see properly, the massive plasmatic beams cut through row after row of them, slashing and vaporising dozens several times over.

The Primarch turned his beams to a doorway they seemed to be protecting in particular. Their forces were heavily embedded in the areas defences, the Bryn were not breaking through without losing more of their own, a costly amount. However there was a new distraction, anti-air rockets.

He refocused, making use of the Alpha's smaller beams to take them out of the sky as they came - he would need help to deal with the rocket launchers.

"Emissary, I need the rocket troopers dealt with so that I may eliminate their heaviest defences." The Primarch inferred urgency in his voice, he did believe the Emissary would deal with the rockets before they truly became a danger.

 

[Sethrak]

Objective: A
Post:6

They had waited long enough, and now, the time had come.

The mercenaries hadn't retaliated, perhaps they thought the Bryn were retreating, or perhaps they had been called elsewhere. Hoping for the latter, Sethrak ordered his group to continue on, as he took the lead. As he turned the corner he was met with minimal resistance, ahead there were only about eight mercenaries. Again he wondered if they had been called away, or if this was a trap. Either way, the assault must go on. He once more began to spin his staff, blocking blasterfire as he approached the mercenaries. By the time he reached them, two had fallen to Bryn fire.

Swiftly he sliced the nearest two down, then thrusting forward he met the next mercenary's blade. The mercenary, realizing he had successfully blocked the Warlock, quickly prepared to strike at him. Sethrak dodged the blow, returning with his own. It landed, but only the tip of the spear as the mercenary stepped back. It wasn't enough to slow the merc down as he swung down in an overhead strike. Sethrak blocked it with ease, then kicked the mercenary, knocking him to the ground. He prepared to finish the pathetic being's life, raising the spear, and thrusting. It cut through, impaling the mercenary's heart.

With that taken care of, Sethrak took a quick glance to confirm that the mercenary group had been destroyed, and continued on. The Bridge was near, and with it, victory.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

Post: V
Objective: C
Tags: Keldothera | Sethrak | Tathra Khaeus

The trio entered the vessel's command bridge.
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The bridge was a large, open space with expansive windows providing a 180 degree view of the warship and its surroundings. It was fighting a losing battle - numerous Phedrak Fighters tore through its escorts, while cannon after cannon from the nearby Butcherers tore away at the vessel's shields. Plus, there was still a fire behind the trio, one that was beginning to spread to the warship's exterior. Consequently, they had no further time to spare. They moved forwards to finish their task.

About four meters away were two Falleen, one in a position resembling meditation and the other on a large command chair. While the former remained unaware of the intrusion, the latter Falleen rose from his chair and turned to face the trio. He wore a uniform resembling that of an officer - the individual was most likely the commander of the vessel and the fleet as a whole. He reached for a handgun and aimed for the Commander, seeking not to perish without taking a foe with him. But before he could fire, one of Krarolk's throwing axes had plunged into his skull. It was the sound of the commander's corpse hitting the ground that startled the mediator. Unarmed and in a sitting position, there was little he could do before he was beheaded.

The trio grabbed the heads of each slain individual and promptly left the bridge, running back to the hangars from which they came. Their Shard may have been damaged beyond repair, but the trio knew that there were more Draelvasier on the vessel. Surely, they could catch a ride on a Gunboat.

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[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Five
Objective: A/C
Tags: Sethrak | Krarolk T'manu | Keldothera |

Tathra followed through the gap, impressed by the General's enthusiasm. He closed in on the black sun, thrusting the beard of the Axe into the head of a Black Sun operative. Tathra released his grasp of the Long-Axe as a plasma lined Axe swung down at his forearm, dropping the weapon still lodged in the split-Mercenary as another swung with some strange saw blade for his throat. He ducked under the strike.

The spinning blades grazing his left horn as he extended his right hand in a knife chop, striking the throat of the Axe wielder to momentarily delay his next strike. His left foot struck the knee of the saw blade wielder as two more approached, one with fists and the other with a short combat dagger.

These two were taller, larger than typical. Aliens. One was a wookie warrior. Black Sun were notorious for being made up of anything they could find, it wasn't surprising to see more than near-humans on their side. The dagger wielder came from the right, but the one daring to use his fists was faster, and closer.

When the wookie struck with his left fist, Tathra turned into the swing with his right arm using the outside of his gauntlet to push the swing away and putting his wrist on top of the soldiers, before immediately committing to an outward swing; slamming the base of his fist into the nose and forehead of the Wookie, knocking him flat on the ground.

 

[Galak]

Post: Five
Objective: B
Tags: Primarch Drek'ma |

"We hear you, Drek." Galak responded, dropping into cover as two of the Captains with him came to knees at either side of him. The Primarch was right, without his support there was no way they'd break through the front door without losing more soldiers than he wanted to.

"Grosck, take Garrult and the Grenadiers left and up that stairwell, to get a vantage point on the rocket trooper on the left. Hraka, you take the right with the Phalanx and rush into the trench. I'll go up the middle, take out the snipers nest." It didn't take much more, the two Captains were off to help their brethren.

Galak leapt over his cover, breaking into a full sprint with the Shield towered head of the turret breaking apart from the sheer force of their enemies retaliation. The turret blasted apart enemy after enemy, he was getting to that snipers nest. No matter what.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Six
Objective: A/C
Tags: Krarolk T'manu | Sethrak | Keldothera |

The Titan immediately swung his right arm overhead, bringing his left hand low as the dagger was thrust toward his gut. Tathra stopped the initial thrust, but the large alien mercenary immediately pulled back for another attempt. Tathra could hear the approach of the two he'd engaged moments before, turning to face them as he stepped into the Saw blade wielders strike.

He grasped his arm, twisting it around as he pulled his swinging arm to the breaking point with his left hand alone, punching him in the liver with the right as he pulled him down; shattering his shoulder and ribcage as he brought his saw blade in the way of the second strike of the plasma Axe and the second strike of the dagger wielding Super.

Tathra switched hands, grasping the arm of the Saw Blade wielder in his right hand as he kicked his right leg out into the side of the Axe wielders knee, knocking him to the ground, bringing his leg back to the ground and in the same motion slamming his left elbow into the spine of the Saw Blade user, shattering it and releasing him as the two alien mercenaries attempted to move to their feet. Tathra cut both down in quick succession, clearing the room.

Only a little further to the elevator now, moments later they received word from the Zealot Elites, they had eliminated the commander. The command ship was out of the game; Tathra activated his communication stone on his gauntlet.

"Ver'kad, they've lost the command ship. Take advantage of their disarray!"

 

[Galak]

Post: Six
Objective: B
Tags: Primarch Drek'ma |

He was drawing close, and soon enough he was surrounded by the mercenaries. Was this dangerous? Maybe, but he had to prove to himself he wasn't an idle handed leader. One made it to his flank.

The mercenary rushed past the periphery of his Shield Turret and firing into his side. Galak couldn't risk to leave his shield aside, but he could risk an arm. He dropped to a knee, releasing a singular arm as the bottom of the turrets shield slammed into the ground.

Galak pushed away the barrel of the firearm, taking the half-glaive from his belt and thrusting it into the stomach of the mercenary, throwing him back as he yanked it out again. A stray bolt, knocking it from his grasp.