Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Battle of Danuta

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Four
Objective: No Escape

All that was required was a matter of timing, both Servitors moved with such ferocity that they simply couldn’t wait for the other. It was only the power of the Beast Masters that kept them on a leash.

“None shall escape. All shall be children of Khaeus.” His word was final.

The first Servitor struck through the centre of the hangar, bursting out under a civilian transport as it raised the vessel on the cusp of its mouth, crashing it into the ceiling as a fiery explosion rippled out through the hangar.

The second attacked from outside, knocking an evacuation shuttle from the sky as it began to destroy the foundations of the hangar, erect from the cliff-face as it used its own physical mass to try and crush the hangar’s exit.

 

[Thak Bri'Sot]

Objective One: Kill Them All
Post One

The demand was barked behind them in the crowded gunboat, "Stop waving that gun everywhere-" the barrel of her compatriot's lofted slug thrower was shoved aside, "-and aim it downward." A muted whack sounded as a gloved hand smacked Thak's helmet in mistake for the other's. The cadet glared from beneath the then crooked helmet, recognizing her "assailant" as a fellow Vaydralen who had graduated with them a week ago. Their training took them across the same worlds in the same campaign of the Bryn'adul, so why the hell was he bossing them around? She had not the chance to ask before the gunboat door flew open. Before them was a sea of parasites, most which were called humans, squirming to flee from the presence of the Bryn forces. It was time to rid this planet of the pests.

The platoon leapt forward in lines of five then broke into a sprint once landed, quickly overcoming the smaller bipeds on the ground. Thak's gun bloomed with each shot, bullets tearing through the smaller beings with relative ease until slamming onto the plates of heavier armed forces. Fire was returned, blue bolts crashing onto Thak's armor. Taking the shots she stepped back then dove to the right, rolling back onto a knee to fire from the side as three fellow warriors charged ahead. While smaller in stature she was no less quick as any other Vaydralen, pushing off from the knelt position to brutally slam her shoulder into the body of a ranger.

Rinse and repeat, until there were none.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Five
Objective: No Escape

The writhing Servitor roared, attacking the exterior of the hangar as its walls began to crumble a top itself. As the other Servitor used its maw to grasp another ship as it attempted to activate its engines, pulling it back and striking it against the hangar interior.

A ball of fire exploded out, searing the Servitors exterior. The Primarch wished to shun the cowards in the dark, leaving them trapped before finally crushing them entirely. Their warriors would conquer what remained of the enemy forces, and he would ensure none they desired to protect would survive.

He could hear their screams, the pained gushes of blood filled lungs as the weak human flesh was crushed underneath the falling debris. Scaffolding, pipes and metric tons of duracrete fell all around them.

 

[Osam]

Post 4 – Objective B

The massive height advantage that was afforded to the Risen-Sraelvun and the Sraelvun Drones under their command was enough to turn the tide of the defense. Whatever defenses the Rangers had prepared had been roughly at ground-level, with assorted barricades and structures filled to the brim with their accursed technology and fortifications. They had not accounted for the presence of so many Drones firing down on them from above, and bypassing their constructions.

Of course, the steady stream of fire raining down on the enemy meant that Osam and the remainder of his forces could move about the battlefield with an added degree of mobility. It was far simpler to maneuver and to coordinate pincers when one didn’t need to worry about the enemy firing upon them. Bypassing the heavily flamed street where they had first encountered the Rangers, the Warlord and his forces instead began to filter through a commercial building, knocking out its walls as they advanced to make it easier.

The Rangers opened fire upon them as soon as they came around the commercial building, but again their weapons fire landed primarily against Verikast. A couple of Sraelvun fell to the blows, nevertheless, and a single Juggernaut caught a particularly hefty-looking rocket to the chest, but the majority of the Bryn’adul forces continued their advance seemingly unhindered.​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Cannons
Post: Five
Tags: Osam | Ostak Cl'mana

The ranger drew his sidearm, weak blaster shots rippling harmlessly against Tathra’s armour as he approached. He felt sorry for him, almost sorry. That did not extend further up the chain of command, it was rare enough as it was, but he felt some small sympathy for the common fodder every now and then.

The ranger had spent his entire life, yes with purpose - but one built on lies and deceit. He and his comrades had not been defending the innocent. They were perpetuating a Galaxy wide cancer, a virus spread throughout their sickeningly feeble society.

“A worthless gesture.” He commented, driving the human’s resilience to the brink.

The ranger screamed infernally as Tathra drew within range, firing as fast as his finger could pull the trigger until the recoil sent his arm and fire over Tathra's head, one stray shot striking his chin. Enough to annoy him. With the flick of his wrist, the Axe removed the man’s entire upper arm.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Kill Them All
Post: Five

“Tear them apart! Die! For the Bryn’adul!” Galak cried, explosions of crystal rippling through the enemy as the grenades exploded among them.

He continued to lead the charge, pressing against the enemy defence. They were dug in deep, and not an inch of ground was given up without a fight even as they caught between the Drones and his own Juggernauts.

Every little bit of progress was complimented by a new scar on his armour, and a couple Drone corpses. Against the set up barricades ahead, there were maybe thirty of them and handful of turrets set up against sandbags.

The Warlord pushed toward the barricades, taking cover behind the closest as he gestured for his Juggernauts to follow. Gathering low, crouched. Galak heard a call next, a snarling battle-cry that reverberated in his gut as the Drones pushed forward.

 

[Ostak Cl'mana]

POST: III
OBJECTIVE: CANNON
LOCATION: Danuta, military station interior
EQUIPMENT: Fireproof leather Shaman robes
ALLIES IN OBJECTIVE: Osam / Tathra Khaeus

The task force had been detected.​

The defenders raised their rifles first, opening fire on Ostak and the Officer. The former quickly erected a purple-hued barrier separating the two groups and absorbing the bolts. With his free hand, Ostak projected six purple spears, each aimed at a soldier. They all fired at once, piercing their centers of mass and leaving them with varying degrees of severe injury. Confident that the threat was temporarily neutralized, the task force rushed forwards once more, stomping and slicing at the felled soldiers as they rushed in the direction from which they had come.

Barely one hundred meters in front of them, an elevator’s doors opened up, revealing another half dozen defenders. This time, it was the Officer’s Driller submachine gun that tore through them, its flurry of bullets leaving no room for evasion. The twenty-four Draelvasier all packed into the elevator door, one Zealot opening up a hole on the top so that those unable to fit could climb on the roof. They descended down to floor 65, the elevator groaning under their weight.

Suddenly, a blaring alarm went off in the elevator.

 

[Quoron Ver'dum]

Objective: Kill em all
Post: Four

The staredown lasted for only a moment longer as both Vaydralen stood tall. Keshat knew he acted out of pride and prejudice rather than logic. Finally the cadet yielded, sighing as he walked past Quoron and handed a spare cartridge to the Ungulloi.

The small gremlin like soldier yipped with appreciation, placing the cartridge into his pack. The Gunboat slowed, settling to the ground as the gunboat deployment doors opened. Dropping them on top of one of the outposts already under fire.

The duty was simple, eliminate enemy mortar party and heavy blaster turrets. Two nests to their right and left, but the remnant soldiers were already returning fire as they attempted to disembark.

 

[Osam]

Post 5 – Objective B

The bloodlust that so many of the Bryn’adul forces felt over the losses that they had incurred at Sev Tok now came to light as the distance between the two sides became mere meters. The Baedurin Juggernauts were released from their steady advance and sent charging into barricades, toppling them to the ground and crushing the few Rangers in their path. Meanwhile, Vaydralen Vandals sprinted between the frontline warriors, striking at the most strategically important portions of the defense.

Osam smiled victoriously as a pair of fleet-footed Ungulloi Artificers threw a Ranger off of a stationary gun, and promptly turned the weapon toward the enemy fortifications. Adept enough at their understanding of technology to pull the trigger, they quickly lit up the building, tearing through its walls with sadistic glee as they leveled both it and whatever defenders remained inside.

Finally, the mass-driver had been completely cleared of its defenders.​

 

[Ostak Cl'mana]

POST: IV
OBJECTIVE: CANNON
LOCATION: Danuta, military station interior
EQUIPMENT: Fireproof leather Shaman robes
ALLIES IN OBJECTIVE: Osam / Tathra Khaeus

Any remaining semblance of secrecy was abandoned.​

The Zealots and Shamen rushed out of the elevator, guns blazing. They sliced and hacked with abandon, eliminating over a dozen more soldiers before arriving at a trident-shaped intersection, a label of MASS DRIVER hung over each path. The task force took the center path, their jog accelerating into a mad dash for the door.

They opened the rear doors to the cannon operating room to find forty defenders waiting for them.

The task force instantly retreated behind Ostak’s barrier, which was pelted with an immense flurry of bullets.

“NOW! Release the Sirracus!” ordered Ostak urgently, his breathing becoming labored.

The steel-plated roof above the defenders suddenly caved in as a dozen Wyrms descended upon them. Already disoriented and wounded by the falling steel, the squad could do little as the Sirracus pack tore through their flesh, smashing their armor apart as if they were eggshells. When the carnage finally settled, the Wyrms were sated and the cannon was undefended.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Six
Objective: No Escape

The Servitor on the exterior of the hangar began to wrap its body round the hangar exterior, applying pressure as the sound of bending and breaking metal reverberated through the collapsing hangar bay.

Drek'ma could feel it, the death. The strength of the Servitors was forever a delight to behold. He felt their exhilaration every time they ravaged the battlefield. He had never been a fight like Sethrak or Galak.

He waged war differently, but he held true that his own methods were just as vital as theirs. The destruction of the hangar would have been pointlessly arduous without the inclusion of the Servitors.

 

[Ostak Cl'mana]

POST: V
OBJECTIVE: CANNON
LOCATION: Danuta, military station interior
EQUIPMENT: Fireproof leather Shaman robes
ALLIES IN OBJECTIVE: Osam / Tathra Khaeus

The task force did not bother entering the next set of doors and killing the operators. Not as they stepped back and let Ostak advance, until he stood three meters away from the cannon doors. Then, he unleashed himself upon the cannon.

The area of the cliff face around the centermost mass driver began to crack, purple light shining through the new holes. The cracks slowly but surely began to form into a rough circle around the base of the cannon, isolating it and the surrounding rock from the rest of the cliff. With a single, strenuous push, the cannon detached itself from the cliff.

The vast barrel tumbled downwards, leaving a gaping hole in the side of the cliff. As it slammed into the ground, the mass driver exploded, a vast cloud of flame and dust engulfing the nearby plains. A dozen Urasik flew into the newly created hole and collected their riders, as well as the feasting Wyrms.

With a thrust of their powerful wings, the Urasik and their riders were airborne once again.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Cannons
Post: Six
Tags: Ostak Cl'mana | Osam

He was hunched over him now, aureate eyes forgave any lack of empathy or hatred. They expelled nothing, said nothing but quiet observation. Yes indeed, this was what was happening. His children and their adoptive brethren were destroying this mans worlds. Tears ran from the brave soldiers face, staring with gritted teeth back at the crimson monster. Tathra understood.

"They're not for you. Are they?" Tathra spoke in fluent basic, a softer voice than the Ranger had perhaps expected but yet still stringent, commanding - certain. The question was rhetoric to soothe his passing, after Nar Kreeta. He could not help but feel his heart yelp. He struggled for half of a moment as the man only grew enraged.

The beast understood, but still did what it did. A thing simple minds would never understand. Tathra rose, purposefully taking the Axe into a two-handed grip as he swung down on the pinned soldier. There were no screams, only tears as the body exploded into a fountain of red.

 

[Thak Bri'Sot]

Objective One: Kill them all
Post Two

"Extend the left flank, don't let them regroup!" Thak issued the reminder to the rest in her pocket of the company as they rushed a line of rangers. The hum of lightsabers and whines of blasters died the moment their wielders were snuffed by overwhelming gunfire and oppressive booms of tossed grenades. Nothing here would survive, Thak knew that. All that fought against them did so in vain or to prolong the inevitable. Unfortunate as it were, it was evolution that lead to this moment. A galaxy of beings clashing together to prove who were the most suited to survive, and as the rounds poured from her rifle Thak knew it were the Bryn'adul who would stand triumphant. She was here to ensure the Vaydralen would be still worthy to stand by their side.

The company engulfed another cadre of rangers with high-powered artillery, another node in a failing chain of defense. As the soldier's focused fighting became a flailing last effort they fell swiftly. Thak could sympathize with their desperation, the Vaydralen people having fought their wars of survival long before the Drael brought them into the fold. This was just another war in that long campaign, only now reformed to cleanse the galaxy for the strong. No personal hate was felt as her foot crushed the chest of the human beneath, only relief that they were a step closer to claiming this planet.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Kill Them All
Post: Six

The Warlord moved out from cover, sprinting toward the enemy as blaster fire crackled against his armour.

"Now!" He barked.

His own physical momentum crushing the first remnant trooper into his own barricade; firing two bolts into the chest from his Lancer. The large Baedurin rose to his full height, a Jedi approached with saber in hand.

He was cutting down one of his Juggernauts as they moved from the building. Galak dropped his Lancer, taking the Glaive from his back as the Jedi Knight charged forward with his double blade active and burning with heat.

 

[Quoron Ver'dum]

Objective: Kill em all
Post: Five

Immediately their forces dispersed, Quoron leaping down onto the highest rail-guarded balcony of the outpost. His right hidden-blade pierced the nape of the neck of the man he landed on, shifting into a crouched position as the troops defending the snipers nest took notice of him.

He dodged the first blaster bolt aimed for his head as he fired with his Mangler directly into the chest of the soldier. The man shook violently as the kinetic shock caused him to tremble before keeling over, dead.

The next, fired a shotgun - blasting his shield to pieces as Quoron grappled with the barrel, pushing it against the wall as he fired into the soldiers stomach with his Mangler. The shotgun blast caught the extensive shoulder plating.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Six
Objective: No Escape

In one grand fell swoop, the sheer pressure applied by the twin Servitors forced the entire forward half of the hangar to collapse entirely. Their civilians were trapped, with no way out. His objective had been completed.

There would be NO ESCAPE. Not for them, and soon enough not for the rest of the Concord. The hangar was destroyed and indeed he had not lifted a finger. Drek'ma watched as a gush of dirt formed a cloud of ash, exploding out from the crumbling cliff upholding the hangar.

The twin Servitors dived back into the earth, encircling the dropship they had arrived in as Drek'ma waited for the order to return to the Divine Brutality.

 

[Osam]

Post 6 – Objective B

It was a simple enough measure for the Warlord to direct his forces around the stationary mass-driver. This close to the tremendous weapon, any kind of firing that it performed was nearly deafening, but it was only allowed a pair of rapid shots before the crew operating it and the subsequent controls for their station were annihilated in a hail of carbine spikes.

Of course, there was always the chance that the gun would be capable of remote-control from another location, and so it was imperative that the mass-driver be completely annihilated instead of solely relying on the destruction of the crew and the controls attached to it. Another flurry of incendiary grenades into the command area guaranteed that anyone they had missed would be flushed out quickly and that the controls would be irreparable.

Finally, the Warlord turned to face the Juggernauts under his command, the Vaydralen, the Ungulloi, and the Sraelvun. A raised hand signaled all of them to prepare themselves and he heard the tell-tale sound of reloading weapons and the click of range-finders as they were adjusted. With the drop of his hand, a flurry of heavy weapons fire erupted outward, all manner of grenades, explosives, spikes, and other projectiles slamming into the base of the mass-driver.

With a shriek of durasteel, the mighty gun fell into the dirt below, silenced forever.​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Cannons
Post: Seven
Tags: Ostak Cl'mana | Osam

Interactions like that only drove him further to hate, the churlish beings like Beltran and Laertia - he despised them. Didn't they understand that this was all their fault? Of course not. Regardless of their personal strengths or admirable qualities, there was always one defining trait for all the werecthed things in this Galaxy.

They were human.

Or humanised, in the case of many of the other species in the Galaxy that rolled on their bellies for human dominance. Pathetic, weak. Tathra turned his eyes to the mas-driver cannon firing at their ships in orbit. Even as he fixated on the Concord he still had a purpose here amongst the bloodshed.

The Titan made his way to the extended platform, marching through the chaos as the cannon continued to fire into the sky. Unlike some of the others, this one wasn't automated unlike the mass-driver on the adjacent tower. Tathra knew exactly what he needed to. The pilot had continued to fire at their enemies in the air.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Kill Them All
Post: Seven

Immediately, Galak was put on the defensive as the Jedi used the force to dash forward; closing the distance and begun hacking and slashing at the Warlord. His size and superior defence from the Glaive kept the blades at bay.

He darted from side to side as molten bullets and blaster bolts flew around them. Catching a strike from the left, Galak pushed with the mid-length of his Glaive; forcing the staff saber down.

Then, quickly he jabbed with the pommel of his Glaive. The Jedi Knight grunted, nearly falling as he retreated a few steps, bloody mouth and nose making his ugly human face even uglier as he spun his saber defensively bother Galak approached again.