Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Battle for Clantaano III

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Twenty-Two
Objective: End This
Tag: Tarad Morko

This was it, the last moment. Calculated, precise. Victory.

When the Besalisk swung at Tathra's right side, he sprung into action. Tathra held the Long-Axe at waist level still, he did not move to defend against the strike. He didn't need to, the large Besalisk Jedi was tired, slow. The Axe was aimed to not maim nor defend, but to kill. Tathra grasped the Long-Axe's lower middle with his right, taking a single step left as he dove out of the way of the high guard swing of the Jedi.

Tathra turned around half-way, bringing his back to face the Jedi momentarily as he quickly switched to a reverse grip with his dominant hand, left leg going left and backward as he turned on his heel, bringing himself around to face the Jedi. He would look upon the face of his foe in these last, intimate moments. He had failed, but to try was more than what most could muster. Tathra cut with precision, thrusting left as the crystalline beard of the Axe cut from the middle of the Besalisk through to his right side, a large spurt of blood sprinkling out, bubbling and boiling on the molten surface of the Axe.

As the blade left the Jedi Besalisk's body, Tathra ended his swing with a thrust of the shaft into his chest, the force of the blow was punctuated by the strike of his fist, when he was struck his body was still in movement; it didn't know it was dead yet. But his eyes did. The Jedi was flung back, his Lightsaber lost to the grand emptiness below as he slammed onto the cold glimmering metal bridge.

 

[Tarad Morko]

Post: Twenty-Three
Objective: Kill Tathra
Tags: Tathra Khaeus |

When Tarad saw the movement of his opponent, he knew their bout had come to an end, a conclusion that did not favour him. The air felt like it was torn from his lungs as the seething hot blade of the Axe cut through his body, he winced in pain as his body became almost numb from the pain; his Staff falling from his grasp into the abyss below.

His eyes momentarily following the weapon as the Chieftain of the Bryn'adûl thrust his fist and hilt into his chest, and as quickly as he nearly fell, Tarad was flung to the cold metal. His body crashed onto the bridge, his left arms hanging limp off the edge of the bridge. His eyes drifted low, feeling the wind between his fingers as a warm liquid filled his lungs.

His mind didn't have the strength left to figure out it was blood until it was oozing from his mouth. Light was fleeting, his eyes too heavy to open. Was there nothing? Only this darkness? Consciousness slipped away, the last drop of warm blood leaping his gravely wounded body.

One final breath.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Twenty-Three
Objective: End This
Tags: Tarad Morko |

When the Jedi fell, Tathra's guard relaxed. Held aloft, the blade's vapour rescinded. His eyes lingered on the fallen combatant, he had been a worthy foe. But, he had achieved a greater purpose through death than his deranged life could have ever granted him. He was just another corpse in a long line of challengers, but all fell the same. Tathra steadied his breath, looking on to the battlefield below. The combat lead by the Bryn'adûl warriors of the Brute 10th Regiment had made what could have been a pitted battle, a slaughter. Forever, the most impressive singular detachment of warriors they had.

The Titan's very steps now echoed, quaking the metal as he slowly made his way over to the fallen Jedi Master. Tathra leaned down, leering over him as he inspecting the body. Blood still pooling under his wounds. Tathra grasped around the right outer piece of the fallen Jedi's outer tunic. With a easy pull, he tore away a large section of the tunic, tucking it into his belt.

"Something to remember you by." The Titan remarked, grinning as he amused himself; standing up from the body.

The battle of Clantaano III ended with the death of the Jedi.

 

[Galak]

Post: Nine
Tags: Sethrak
Objective: B

The only response the Brute got were murmurs, removing another piece of rubble revealed the head of the Jedi, bleeding profusely and lying on his other arm. All that followed were grumbled words and broken speech. The Brute shrugged, indifferent to the nonsense, but he didn't like watching things suffer. Had no interest in it, Galak took his rifle and aimed for the now exposed head of the Jedi.

But his attention shifted to the Lightsaber underneath, apparently it wasn't nearly as destroyed as he thought. The weapon levitated up into the air, activating and flying at him. Galak darted to the ground, his rifle being cut in half by the weapon as it spun off toward the remains of the next floor. Two more blue blades ignited, two Jedi. It seemed this unfortunate soul was not alone.

Galak took his Glaive to hand, activating his wrist-mounted blades as well. Neither was he.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: One
Tags: Galak
Objective: B

Sethrak had fought alongside his brothers valiantly, and together they had slayed many. Now the battle was all but over. The time had come to finish any stragglers, and he had done just that. Assigned to Galak, he saw what he aspired to be: One of the strongest of the Brynadul Empire. One day, he would prove himself. But that's the future. This was the time for killing the weak, not dreaming.

Suddenly, he heard several lightsabers ignite, followed by the sounds of battle. He ran toward the sounds, where he discovered Galak engaged in a battle with two jedi, one with two blades, one with a single.

With no hesitation, he pulled his Kukri out of its sheath and sprinted toward the fight. Sure, Galak would handle the fight, but why would Sethrak allow him all the fun?

 

[Galak]

Post: Ten
Tags: Sethrak
Objective: B

Galak was keeping the two Jedi at bay, using the reach of his Glaive to keep them separated as much as he could. But dealing with three lightsabers moving at once was difficult. Galak dropped to a knee, catching the swing of the two-bladed saber duellist with the hilt of the Glaive as he batted away the swing of the single bladed Jedi with his gauntlet bound blades.

Galak immediately rose as the second Jedi was staggered, trying his best to apply pressure to the dual-wielder but to no avail. Jedi were almost such snakes in combat, lithe and fast. Good at retreating. But he'd got tunnel vision in his desperation, a rookie mistake as the second Jedi was able to disarm him, knocking the Glaive from his single handled grasp as he over extended with a lunge toward the dual-wielder.

The Brute Emissary retreated a few steps, internally cursing at himself as he was now cornered with only his gauntlet bound weaponry to aid him. The Brute activated the compact shield on his left gauntlet, and readied for bloody battle. Though his agitation was mitigated when he noticed the arrival of an ally. Galak recognised the armour as that of a Warlock.

"Let's kill these Jedi, Warlock!" The Brute charged at the single bladed Jedi with Shield in front.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: Two
Tags: Galak
Objective: B

Sethrak saw as Galak was disarmed, and cornered. Realizing the situation had just become a lot more dangerous, he rushed in, aiming his fury at the jedi wielding two blades. As expected, both jedi knew of his arrival. That wouldn't save them.

The jedi realized Sethrak was focused on him, as he directed his attention away from Galak and boldly -or foolishly- rushed toward Sethrak in a counter-charge. Sethrak suddenly dropped, losing no momentum as he slid dodging the Jedi's first swing and kicking his right leg out from under him. Perhaps he would fall, perhaps not, but an eight hundred pound piece of muscle and bone ramming into a leg was sure to cause pain and damage.

Sethrak then jumped back to his feet, and prepared to slice the momentarily exposed back of the Jedi.....

 

[Galak]

Post: Eleven
Tags: Sethrak
Objective: B

Galak's opponent backed up two steps before striking high, the Brute swiped with his right gauntlet, catching the blue blade between the blades and spinning them low with a powerful thrust. The Jedi was easily overpowered, but that wasn't all that was at play. The Jedi pulled back with his saber and stabbed at Galak's leg, the Brute responded by bringing his shield low.

The shimmering blue blade of plasma collided with the Compact Shield, even through an inch of Verikast, Galak could still feel the heat of the lightsaber against his skin. It made him cringe in pain, but it fuelled his strength equally so. Galak thrust forward with the Shield, knocking the Jedi back onto the ground. But his opponent quickly recovered, launching himself to his feet with a fancy twirl.

The two exchanged a series of blows, Galak would strike left and right and the Jedi would use his momentum against him; propelling himself into another strike. He switched to a reverse grip, slashing Galak's thigh.

 

[Kyrim Tenebris]

Objective B

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Kyrim jumped from the shadows to impale one of his blades into the forearm of the closest jedi too him, the droplets of blood gushing out freezing and thawing as the knife lanced through skin and muscle and cleaved through bone. The man howled in pain as his left arm became useless, then steeled himself for another attack.

One which never came.

Kyrim had already lunged for the second Jedi, running at a speed above that of what Draelvasiers could as he augmented his speed with the Force. Having not shown up at all to the Jedi upon their sensing all life, he could spring from one to another before they would normally notice. But Kyrim was more interested in enjoying this little squabble, for it was almost not worth his time.

So instead of outright slaughtering the first jedi from behind he only incapacitated him to create a more enjoyable viewing as Galak's Brutes finish him off. And with it he spun the shadows back around him, melding into them, impervious of scrutiny from the brutes.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 3
Tags: Kyrim Tenebris Galak
Objective: B

Kyrim had joined the fight at an unnatural speed, immediately destroying the arm of Galak's foe, and then running toward Sethrak's. The sliding kick had indeed inverted the jedi's knee as it bent backwards, but somehow the Jedi hopped, keeping his balance. Still, between Sethrak and now Kyrim, the jedi was doomed.

Sethrak brought the blade down, slicing deep into the Jedi's shoulder, as Kyrim rammed into him from the other side. The end of this Jedi had come. Still, he struggled to resist his defeat, falling, but slicing at Sethrak as he did, forcing the Warlock to take a step back. Then, with an inch of breathing room, the Jedi took two swipes at Kyrim...

 

[Galak]

Post: Twelve
Tags: Sethrak \ Kyrim Tenebris
Objective: B

It seemed as though the tide had turned in their favour as the Zealot Kyrim zipped between them, attacking the two Jedi and providing the two Warriors with a great advantage. When the Jedi Knight lost the use of his arm, his motion slowed as he pirouetted to retreat and strike again. Galak darted forward and caught the one armed blade with his Shield, pushing it to the side as he stabbed the abdomen of the Jedi, ripping upward and tearing him open with a swift strike.

But it seemed as the body fell, more had came. Two other Jedi accompanied by a small group of Sakiyan troops, he didn't quite know why they weren't just running. Were they really that committed to trying to kill him? Their master had failed to kill Tathra, their was nothing for them here now.

Galak spat on the ground, readying his weapons once more.

"Kyrim! Warlock! We have company!"

 

[Kyrim Tenebris]

A brute threw the jedi that they had killed into Kyrim, with Kyrim shoving the body forwards, it slamming around midair before coming to rest at the feet of group of troops and duo of new jedi. It sure seemed like a bad time that the two groups met, and not for the group on whose side Kyrim was.

Kyrim pushed his way through the brutes and threw up a wall of pure shadow. As he moved forwards, brandishing his knives as the wall moved with him, the Jedi's blades were the only light source within the wall of shadow. Behind Kyrim was still light and visibility, but ahead of him—Darkness.

The Jedi were using the Force to sense the bladed attacks through the constriction of air flow as the blades flew past and when one of the jedi managed to block the attack against her Kyrims concentration on the shadow massed crumbled, and with it dissipated the shadowy darkness. The Sakiyans having visible levels of light once more began to fire their blasters in an arc at Kyrim, forcing the Zealot to back off from the Jedi and focus momentarily upon the energy bolts streaking past his face.

He caught one with his mouth, enveloping the blaster bolt through a peculiar safeguard-like tutaminus expression, and gave a chuckle which resonated throughout their surroundings, creating a sense of dread and predicament in the sakiyans whilst the Jedi remain steadfast and in Kyrim's eyes, stupid.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 4
Tags: Kyrim Tenebris Galak
Objective: B


Sethrak saw the new battle begin, and jumped into it. The wall of shadow retreated just before he arrived, but it didn't matter. As soon as the darkness was gone, Sethrak stopped and focused on the group of foes. Extending his arm, he pointed his weapon at them, commanding the force to channel through it and shoot a short burst of lightning toward the jedi and the troops behind them. He wasn't the most experienced Warlock, but this would at the very least stun the opponents from attacking...

 

[Galak]

Post: Thirteen
Tags: Sethrak / Kyrim Tenebris
Objective: B

The Brute darted in front of the Zealot when he retreated, bringing his Compact-shield in the way of the fire of the Sakiyan soldiers. The plasma bolts scattered into small debris of plasma as they bounced off of the shield. Galak raised his right arm, aiming over the Shield and firing off one of his two gauntlet mounted blades at one of the soldiers.

He always grinned when they were surprised that they were projectile. The blade took the leg of the soldier, causing him to fall. His thigh still hurt, but the quicker they killed these Jedi the quicker their mission would be over. Galak darted forward, taking the Spiker from his hip as he fired into the crowd. He'd focus on the gunners, that was his area of expertise.

Galak blocked the strike of one of the Jedi's with his Shield, pushing the Jedi toward Kryim as he turned, opening fire and putting four spikes into the chest of the nearest Sakiyan.

 

[Kyrim Tenebris]

One of the brutes wasn't a brute but a warlock, surprising Kyrim completely. He hadn't thought at all to check to see if the then-brute had been Force Sensitive, and the arcs of lightning that did not protrude from Kyrim's own hands provided the evidence he needed to surmise that thought.

Either way the lightning struck two of the sakiyans, badly mutilalting one of them to the point where their head just spontaneously burst, the goo which used to be brains only helping to spread the electrical attack further to cause a spasmic reaction by a second sakiyan. It was good, their heads blowing up from too much electricity coursing through their puny, weak veins. It was righteous, what the Bryn'adül did to the worlds it conquered. It truly saved them.

 

[Sethrak]

Post:5
Tags: Kyrim Tenebris Galak
Objective: B

Satisfied as the lightning hit its mark, Sethrak decided to jump into the fray, where Galak had already begun to fight. He immediately sliced down the few remaining troops, stabbing one through the gut, and using his body as a shield. He threw it off his blade, and flipped the blade, utilizing it as a throwing weapon. Focusing, and using the force to help his precision, he threw the blade at a sakiyan. It was a hit directly in the chest. Finally he dodged a few blasts and clubbed the remaining two together. With their deaths, he turned to the jedi.

Both were engaged already, one had been pushed toward Kryim, the other moved toward Galak. Both were more than capable of beating their prey...perhaps he'd just watch the fight. Yes...he'd just watch, learn from, and enjoy the battle.

 

[Galak]

Post: Fourteen
Tags: Sethrak | Kyrim Tenebris
Objective: B

It seemed his compatriots made quick work of the surrounding enemies. It wasn't often you saw a Warlock fresh from the cloning facilities popping heads with lightning. Galak darted forward, meeting the Jedi that pushed forward him in the middle of the bridge. Galak blocked three repeating slashes with his Shield. The Jedi brought his saber into a hanging guard, side-stepping as Galak struck from behind his shield with his remaining gauntlet mounted blade.

The Jedi's guard position allowed her to bypass the strike with almost no effort, darting to the right and slashing at Galak's side. The Brute Emissary used the momentum of his swing to turn into a half-spin bringing his Shield round to block her strike. Galak immediately pushed to the left, opening up her left side for a strike. But the Jedi was quicker than him, or more agile at least. She side-stepped inside Galak's guard as he swung, ducking under his arm and slicing up his back.

He grunted, snarling in pain as he felt the streak of hot plasma run through the right side of his back, cutting into his shoulder. Enough was enough, he was made an Emissary for a reason. Galak slid his right gauntlet down his thigh, attaching a second blade onto his gauntlet as he leapt forward to attack her. Their blades clashed and the Brute pushed hers low and under his own, immediately firing the upper blade and severing her arm before grasping her by the throat with his left hand.

Galak watched with satisfaction as he crushed her neck. When the body dropped, that was the last of the damned Jedi Assassins.