Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Asteroid Destruction | Hex below Ankhypt

[Galak]

Objective: B
Post: Four
Tags: Tathra Khaeus | Keldothera | Primarch Drek'ma | Osam | Kad | Phantrx |

Punctuated by the disarray caused by the Shamans taking control over the tenabraks beasts and the victory of General Keldothera on the lower levels, the large force led by his Captains had easily cornered the remainder of the heretic forces. They arrived at their checkpoint, the area had been secured by Pavium and his other Captains.

He loaded his chaingun, standing just beyond the large doorway alongside the rest of the Phalanx. Pavium had forced them to put down their weapons, though there would be no mercy for the tenabraks, not truly. They were fools to think the 10th Regiment delivered mercy in any capacity.

Galak switched communication channels, contacting the Zealots and Risen-Srael among their ranks. "Osam, Shadows. We've taken control of the station and defeated their forces. Its down to you, secure the warheads before they can be fired."

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

Time: 12:38:21
Location: Facility, East End.
Draelvasier Nearby: Dom'nak Tee - The Sraelvun & x2 Grunts.
Objective: B

Sylok could hear the gunshots firing off around the corner and as soon as the crest of the wall vanished, ally and enemy stood. Without hesitation Dom'nak Tee and his subordinates snapped into action. Both drones lifting their Radesh weapons gave Sylok a strange sense of certainty. They were protecting him at all costs, even if it meant taking a shot to the chest or worse; the head. Still, the super heated rounds sprayed outward like a high pitched laser beam, only to leave spike after spike darting for the five adversaries left standing. Dom'nak Tee let out a confident groan before lifting his own Radesh rifle, spewing out colors of purple. Each spike carefully found its way through the corridor and before the Baedurin and Sraelvun traitors could preform another move on the assassins Phantrx and Kad the spikes tore through the false Draelvasier.

Sylok's eyes widened, watching the display of quick and painless death made him conflicted for only a moment. It was brief and understood it was either the traitors dying or them. Sylok walked in front of the group protecting him as he gave a nod to the two assassins only a few meters away. His lengthy arm lifted, to only have his more rough, but longer finger point past the two assassins.

"The server room is just down that way, we have little time. May I request your aid, brothers?" Sylok said, speaking in the complex art of the Draelvasier language. He looked over both assassins, they were capable and if the dead bodies on the ground were any indication, they could strike first allowing Dom'nak Tee and the other two grunts a chance to survive. Not to mention, Sylok himself. It was easy math, the more numbers on a battlefield the better the chance of victory.

He looked back at Dom'nak, nodding. It was was the only motion needed as the three protectors of his own crowded around him once more and slowly moved toward the others, their guns raised ready for another ambush.

Galak | Osam | Primarch Drek'ma | Phantrx | Tathra Khaeus | Keldothera ​

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Eight
Objective: A
Tags: Tathra Khaeus |

The Primarch darted forward through the shattered sphere to confront Gallan before he could recuperate. But the old Primarch was slower than the young Shaman. Gallan rose, staff in hand releasing a massive lightning blast from the orb at the centre of his Staff. The purple lightning shot outward toward the Primarch, his own Staff jutting forward and exploding with a competing sphere of absorbing energy.

Gallan always had been an excellent force wielder, if he had not been so adept at Beast Mastery he would of no doubt had made for a excellent Warlock. Such a shame that he turned tenabrak - the Primarch struck with his stub, using the force to stun the Beast Masters heart. It didn't do more than interrupt his concentration, but it allowed the Primarch to redirect his attack - thrusting his own Staff upward, white lightning curled out from the shape of the Staff, slashing across Gallan's body and throwing him to the ground.

As Dre'ma approached, Gallan rolled onto his side; releasing a powerful blast of force destruction toward him. Drek'ma eyes grew wide as he panic kingly generated a force barrier, blocking the blast enough to save himself but powerful enough to knock him down.

Gallan rose, staff in hand.

"Such a disappointment, Gallan." Drek'ma struggled to return to his feet. But, he had a trick up his sleeve.

Behind Drek'ma, another portal appeared as his personal Rhivak leapt from the white pool of energy, mauling Gallan.

"Anti-climatic, unfortunate. This is the Primarch, the heretic leader is dead."

 

[Osam]

Objective B

They were met with less resistance than he'd originally expected. Perhaps his fellow Risen had been under the impression that they would be able to collectively present their ideas to Osam, and that they'd turn he and his fellows to their side of the conflict. If that had been their intention, then they'd sorely miscalculated. Of course, Osam cared a great deal for his kindred -- all Draelvasier lived by tenants that made it clear that they were alone in the universe, and they needed to rely not only on themselves but on their brothers and sisters in blood. Regardless of such sentimental ideas, however, the Major was well-aware of the oblivion that awaited him at the end of any attempted insurrection.

Survival outweighed kinship. It always did.

The loyalists tore through the rebellious Risen in record-time, splattering and spraying Draelvasier blood and viscera across each and every hallway they cleared, every room they crumbled to its foundations with a mixture of heavy-arms fire and bone-breaking melee. To their credit, the Risen on both sides did not flee. Once the conflict had been joined in earnest, and any chance of diplomacy had been lost, they threw themselves at one another like wild beasts, rending and clawing and biting and shaking and dying side by side.

Scattered among the ranks were Aeravalin, those "wise few" who had always been the best scientists and strategists among their kind. How could it be that they possessed such supposed knowledge, and yet they had made such an irrefutably poor decision in their rebellion. Had they thought that the Titan and his children would merely roll over and die when their threats manifested? They took no greater number of rounds to put down, though Osam felt a little more light-hearted with each that was exterminated -- it was far easier to kill them than those he had lifted from the dregs. He owed the Aeravalin nothing, and that made turning them into mulch all the simpler.

A voice buzzed, the auditory remnant of his brain was still burning for more battle, but it translated the sounds into words nonetheless. "Only a couple of rooms left, Emissary. The resistance here was -- it's been taken care of. The warheads will be captured or annihilated in... three minutes."

 

[Phantrx]

Post: Five
Tags: Sylok'Vanari Kad
Objective: B

Phantrx watched as the last two grunts in front of him were gunned down from further back behind him in the corridor, help had arrived. He waited as Sylok ran down the corridor towards him. Sylok explained how the control room was further down the corridor, as he shoved out a finger across Phantrx's chest indicating where to go.

Phantrx had never been one to make friends, but Sylok had asked for Phantrx to join him, and so he did. If there was any way that Phantrx would be able to continue and learn more about his force powers, it would be through winning this battle, so he would give and get all the help he needed for that to be achieved. He followed Sylok as they wandered towards the control room. He assumed that Sylok would know what he was doing, because Phantrx certainly didn't. Phantrx didn't even know why he'd been assigned this objective, he was good at infiltration sure, but other than that, he was just a professional killer. "I hope you know what you're doing, because I certainly do not" Phantrx said to Sylok.

They wandered in to a room that was dimly lit by blue light, hailing from the ceiling. He pushed open the door into the room, with one dagger in his other hand. He scanned the room carefully as each step he took was slow and steady. No one was here, the only thing he could hope was that this wasn't a trap..