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

[Krarolk T'manu]

Post: VI
Objective: C Escape
Tags: Keldothera | Sethrak | Tathra Khaeus

The flames had spread to the main hallway.
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Abvor took the lead, his Baedurin skin granting him considerable heat resistance. Krarolk and the Zealot Commander, both Aeravalin, stayed behind Abvor and relied on him to clear flaming rubble out of the way. After all, Aeravalin skin was nearly the opposite of Baedurin skin, highly vulnerable to fire but highly resistant to low-temperature environments and cyroweaponry.

Abvor let out a grunt of exertion as he kicked cleanly through a fallen roof panel twice his size and then peeled it open as if it were a fruit, allowing the trio to pass through one at a time. They emerged at the hangar bay, which was a smoldering wreck. The Shard had long since been consumed by the flames, and the few mercenary vessels still onboard were either burning or burnt. It seemed as if the trio had no immediate ride. Desperately, the Zealot Commander pulled out his communication stone from his waist belt.

[Hello, this is Zealot Commander Yul'then.] stated the Commander. [We're trapped in the enemy command vessel, which is burning from the inside. We're in the main hangar bay, please send a dropship our way!]

The Zealot Commander cut off his transmission as the flames grew ever larger, threatening to consume the entire vessel.

"In the meantime, let's make an energy barrier!" continued the Commander.

"Understood." was Krarolk's swift reply.

The pair reached out to their ponds of spiritual energy, creating a dome of energy around them whose color was a mix of Krarolk's light green and Yul'then's dark purple. It absorbed any flames or shrapnel that touched it, granting the trio temporary refuge.

But neither Zealot Elite could maintain the barrier forever.

 

[Galak]

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

He quickly brought himself behind the shield, struggling to keep it upright as the hail of blaster fire fought against his own strength, Galak pushed on; looking through the slit of the tower shield as he fired his turret at the enemy.

Line a line of kinetic ripping force, his rain of spike fire came out, slicing mercenaries in half from the sheer force of the bullets. Some were almost entirely eviscerated, others pinned to their own defences, left to bleed.

He was slowly making his way toward the tower, but his chances of making it back seemed slim. The General pushed through the thick defences at the base of the sniper nest,A rocket from the rest knocked him down.

He lost his turret as he flung hard to the ground, slamming head first into the side of the barricade surrounding the snipers nest. It had been his only real source of protection. Galak scrambled to grasp the Carbine on his back, but was reluctant to return fire - they had explosives.

Their ammo stacks sat at the bottom of the sniper tower, but he was in the blast radius now. No going back now, and the longer he stood there; the longer they'd keep firing at him and risk a chance of blowing him to hell with the fuel supply.

With no other choice, Galak threw himself over the barricade and into the bottom of the snipers nest. Up ahead, the rocket crew and a sniper.

 

[Ver'kad Inuk]

POST: Five
TAGS: Badar |
OBJ: D

Badar was right, something wasn't sitting right with him either. The Chieftain called for the flagships destruction, and as quickly as the Zealots lead by Krarolk had set upon it, his will had been done. But all the same, even as it seemed the battle was going their way - something still felt off.

An explosion rocked the Divine, sparks flew and a miniature explosion rippled across the biometric scanners, something had hit them hard.

"Shipmaster, a stealth ship on our left!"

Ver'kad's hands acted quicker than his mind, bringing up damage reports as his eyes fixed on the stealth frigate, firing off volleys of rockets against the vulnerable Divine. He had the fleet formation up seconds later, Badar was their closest.

"Badar, a stealth frigate has appeared on our left side. You're the one Butcherer in range, we need an assist." The Divine's leftside facing turrets turned, opening fire on the frigate.

They couldn't allow the stealth ship to distract them for long, the Divine needed to return its attention to the fleet.

 

[Badar]

Ver'kad Inuk

A Stealth ship. Badar had only seen a few of those in his lifetime. "Perhaps that was the idea" He thought to himself, allowing a grin to escape for a moment.

Badar's ship was on the right side of Ver'kad's, meaning he needed to back up the ship, or go in front of Ver'Kad and expose the Butcherer's weak point. It'd be quicker to go forward..but it wasn't worth exposing the flank. He quickly commanded the ship to back up. As it did so he saw several flashes around The Divine , like a sun peaking through a tree as the wind moved the branches. It was still getting hit and taking damage.

"Quickly, curse you!" The Shipmaster exclaimed, as the Butcherer continued to slowly pass The Divine .

He had made the right move just a minute earlier when he ordered the cannon to stop firing. If he hadn't, it would need to cool and charge before the Stealth Ship could be hit.

At last the Butcherer reached the required position. Lo and Behold, there it was: A ship was launching barrage after barrage of missiles at Ver'Kad's ship. It seemed to have infinite ammunition, with only small breaks between launches. Badar looked at The Divine and saw the damage...not severe, but much longer and it'd be in trouble.

"Fire!"

Quickly the gun unleashed a blast, headed straight for the exposed stealth ship.

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

Time: 15:22:32
Location: Fringe of Bryn'adûl Space - Butcher Cruiser, Hangar Bay.
Objective: C & D

The sickly gauze that he administered to his wound was new, scientifically made to ease the laceration that was earned on the battlefield days ago. While it didn't pose a real threat, advancing in terms of medicine was one of Sylok's goals. The agony he brought to most of the wounded through his procedures was a catalyst for such research. Even so, such things took time. Sylok was no stranger to the wretched tools that many other species utilized for medical purposes, but the Bryn relied on one thing...Themselves.

With a small piece of cloth, Sylok pressed it against his side. The sting made his arm tighten, the palm of his hand disappearing beneath his curled lengthy fingers. His claw-like nails dug deeper into his skin as he waited for the pain to pass. The maw of his interconnected teeth staggered outward as he sighed. There was a form of hopeful thought that the concoction would prove useful. Being able to soothe minor wounds for his people could change the landscape of tolerance. Although, a minor wound for a Draelvasier was different for the other treacherous existences. In fact, his people were naturally more capable of enduring, whereas one of their minor wounds could mean the end of a lesser humanoid. Regardless, Sylok controlled his breathing, before placing the light armor back over his head.

The ship had taken a slight beating, but the hangar bay of the butcher was fully intact. The few small ships that remained inside were two Gunboats and a few Shards leftover for the Zealots still on board, a precaution if another group of assassins needed to be dispatched against the ravenous ambush that had turned sour for both sides in mere minutes. Even under heavy fire, Sylok had managed to get from the lab to station in a hastily way. The only thing that was clear was he was there for backup or extraction. It was a common task for a Ashaka. To stay behind and tend to the wounded, or utilize his power to control a vast array of battlefields, twisted in their favor. In space though, Sylok could only do so much. The ones that made their way back into the cruiser's hangar were tended to by him and the other Ashaka Order acolytes. Except this time, Sylok found himself rushing to the closest gunboat as the communication link boomed through the hangar.

[Hello, this is Zealot Commander Yul'then. We're trapped in the enemy command vessel, which is burning from the inside. We're in the main hangar bay, please send a drop ship our way!]

With zero hesitation, Sylok ripped through the frantic Drael's running through the hangar. Each of them rushing to get their carefully constructed job, that they were trained to do in order to keep the cruiser functional and capable. In full stride, Sylok reached the ramp to the gunboat and heaved the lever downward, before rushing into the cockpit. The systems blinked and the ramp slowly lifted, with a few taps and quick calibrations, Sylok responded to the Commander.

[This is Sylok'Vanari Life Weaver of the Ashaka, leaving the butcher hangar now, I'm in route. May your strength guide you till I arrive Commander.]

Krarolk T'manu | Tathra Khaeus | Galak | Badar | Ver'kad Inuk ​

 

[Keldothera]

Objective: A
Tags: Sethrak | Tathra Khaeus | Krarolk T'manu
Post: 6

This petty skirmish didn't seem worth her time. As quickly as they had came and attacked, they had slaughtered the meagre forces aboard the ship. It was over quicker than she expected, disappointing really.

"Weapons check!" She called to her Juggernauts, they would follow her lead. They checked the weapons, then got the stretchers for their comrades bodies. Not all Generals were like her, but she didn't like leaving her kin behind. That was what made Yurb hurt so much, for a week straight all she could think about were the bodies left deep in those sands.

But, there would be time for revenge later. Now, they needed to leave.

"Chieftain Khaeus, we need to leave. Ships burning down."

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 5
Objective: Escape the ship.

Sethrak's group was late to the party. The others had cleared the bridge. Now, he was to turn back and go the way he had come from.

He looked at his party. They looked back. In their eyes he saw exhaustion, fear, in some there was pain, but every single one of them had one thing in common: They were ready. The defeat at Yurb was becoming a memory to them. They were home, killing their enemies, fighting side by side. Disloyalty was a distant memory for now. The "nightmares", if Drael truly had nightmares, and not simply memories, would come later.

This was what the Bryn'Adûl needed.

The ridiculous question found its' way into Sethrak's mind as he signalled for the men to go back..."Are they rallied because of me?"

It was absurd. Tathra led this fight. Yet, there was a shimmer of reason to the thought. Sethrak had led this group. He had healed the Brute. He had given them a moment to rest, and he was the one that delivered the victory. While the Titan was faster in accomplishing his goals, had he given the men a moment to rest? Doubtful, The Titan was relentless. Had he healed a Brute? No, he didn't have the force. Did he win due to leadership, or circumstance? He did have the better position.

Sethrak killed the heresy.

Tathra was his leader. This was a victory. It was too soon and too unclear for Sethrak to jump to conclusions. It was absurd. For now, he would celebrate with his brothers. Of course, they had to escape the burning ship first. Hopefully Badur, Ver'Kad, and the other shipmasters had been able to clear an opening for The Warlock, and his fellow Bryn'Adûl.

Tathra Khaeus Keldothera Krarolk T'manu

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: B
Tags: Galak |
Post: Four

The Alpha continued to hold its altitude, occupied with the destruction of the rockets being fired at it. But quickly the tide was turned as the Emissaries teams took out the rocket troopers, and Galak himself was distracting the third.

"Now then, let us assist our comrades.." Drek'ma spoke, placing an open palm on the Ra'maks bare skin as he held his staff under his left arm. Without words, the Ra'mak turned its weapons on the heavy defences. The cannons powered up, slowly. Ready for one powerful tri-beam to obliterate them.

He could feel it, their fear. The sudden realisation that they had no cover, they were vulnerable. Wrestling with your own mortality was always something strange, but he enjoyed it. You always found a strange intimacy in the minds of those who faced it.