Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Crumbling Walls of Wobani

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Four
Objective: Tarrabani

He hoped they knew, their purpose was made greater in their fall than in their life. Those who fell, were now children of Khaeus. All creatures, no matter their injustices were redeemed in death.

For each served the purpose of strengthening the Bryn'adûl by falling, and one couldn't not ask more of such inferior creatures. The Primarch watched as the forces of the Burrowers swarmed against the enemy below.

Their efforts were admirable, but ultimately futile. In the meantime, the Draeyde focused on the civilians and retreating forces. A black tendrils miasma engulfed them and once the Draeyde moved on, there was nothing left.

 

[Osam]

Post 4 – Objective A

Sentries were a worthless addition to any kind of encampment when they were more focused on the screams of their companions than on the area around them. Such was the case with the scattered Concord remnant who had been given the work of keeping the medical station secured. They were irregulars, little more than militia who might’ve received only a single course the etiquette of war before they had been thrust into its maw. They could hardly be blamed for their failure.

Osam felt no pity for them. The bark of his carbine drew their attention, even as it scattered one of them to pieces, and the subsequent crack of his squad’s rifles was enough to silence the others before they could even let loose a cry of alarm or any form of retaliation. A stillness spread over the field hospital as the doctors and nurses scattered from their patients, one or two attempting to wheel away the casualties before they could be exterminated.

Droids – incapable of fear or more focused on the preservation of their organic companions than on their own quasi-lives remained behind. Osam watched for a few moments as one of the machines went about the work of suturing through a patch of skin upon an unconscious militiaman’s leg. There was a certain curiosity to be associated with observing the machines when they weren’t busy shooting at him.​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Jedi Generals
Post: Four

The Jedi seemed surprised by his strength, hesitant to raise his arms in defence as Tathra attacked once more, a single handed downward strike of his Axe, coming down on the General's head. The Jedi raised both weapons, blocking the swing of the Axe as Tathra stepped inward, turning to the left as he thrust his left leg out to his side.

Kicking the Jedi in the stomach in the exact same spot he'd struck before. The feeorin Jedi growled in pain, using his leverage to push away Tathra's Axe as he drove forward - the force fuelling him as he swung with his lightsaber first, a twirling blow trying to take his head.

Tathra darted back, right into the trajectory of the blunt Mace as the circular metal weapon crashed against the side of his head, a black dent in his flesh on the side of his temple apparent as he staggered. He grunted, spitting blood as his eyes refocused on the Feeorin jedi.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Tarrbani
Post: Five

Galak and a small squad of Grenadiers moved across the open field, crossing through dense blaster fire into their side of the trench.

“Switch to shotguns.” Galak gave the order, the team of five switching to Cripperl automatic shotguns.

The Warlord and his squad moved through the trench, coming to a fork in the road - ahead of them, the remnant line holding their own forces back. There was no questioning what they had to do next, it was simply up to Galak to make the first move.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

POST: III
OBJECTIVE: Jedi Generals
LOCATION: Wobani, Tarrabani
EQUIPMENT: In Signature
UNITS: Zealot Elite Squad
ALLIES IN OBJECTIVE: TBD

The Zealot Elite trio turned to engage the general.​

They quickly came to the realization that they were vastly outnumbered, and would have to secure a perimeter before striking at the powerful Jedi. A stroke of good fortune came as a dozen Juggernauts descended from a nearby Gunboat, engaging the soldiers surrounding the Jedi general. Knowing that their opportunity would not be infinite, the trio rushed forwards.

As the Zealot Elite Squad wove through the wild brawl, the trio split up, each aiming for a different side of the Wookie general currently moving to engage the Juggernauts. Abvor rushed to the right, Quekka to the left, and Krarolk moved straight forwards, catching the attention of the general.

With a flick of his hand, the Wookie attempted to telepathically toss Krarolk off the wall, only for him to bury his glaive into the ground with enough force to anchor him to his current location. As the Wookie strained to dislodge Krarolk, Abvor struck. His dual kukris were barely deflected by his lightsaber, the general stepping back and adopting a defensive stance just as Quekka arrived. The second strike, launched swiftly after her comrade’s, was deflected more cleanly, and the Wookie general was given a brief reprieve as the Zealot Elite trio circled in for the kill.

 

[Quoron Ver'dum]

Objective: Tarrabani
Post: Four

Quoron raised his gauntlet, blocking the splatter of blood from covering his eyes. The momentary lapse in vision made him vulnerable but the various forces at his side made it irrelevant, the Bryn had the hostility well in hand.

The Concord remnant on this planet was getting slaughtered as every second passed. He was a Captain however, he had to lead his own. Turning with Syphon in hand, he fired a single beam blast at the unarmoured head of a Ranger struggling with an Ungulloi.

In a second, nothing but golden embers lining the edges of the beams thickness remained as the headless body toppled. The effect of the disruptor weaponry still shocked him, a horrifyingly effective weapon.

 

[Osam]

Post 5 – Objective A

The grumble of one of his fellow Risen-Sraelvun was enough to snap the Warlord out of his curiosity. A carbine was raised to the droid, and a single shot sent half of it tumbling away into pieces of scattered wreckage and debris. There would be plenty of time in the future to consider the nature of such devices and how they could be defeated on the field... but now was neither the time nor the place. Besides, delving too deeply into the nature of droids was surely heretical, and he was accountable for much more now that he was a Warlord instead of a mere drone.

There was little question about what would be done to the injured warriors scattered throughout the place. Already one or two of the conscious ones had tried to throw themselves out of their beds, or else to slow their breathing in order to appear as if though they had already died. Perhaps on Baedurin such a trick might’ve worked – brutish and reckless in their application of force, it was easy to imagine them passing over a false corpse.

But each of the Risen had once been merely Sraelvun, and the prospect of an easy meal and of some of the thickest fighting meant learning what was truly dead, and what was merely faking it. The Warlord paused, a clever thought coming to his mind as he recognized an excellent solution to the issue at hand, and one that would save them from needless waste.​

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

POST: IV
OBJECTIVE: Jedi Generals
LOCATION: Wobani, Tarrabani
EQUIPMENT: In Signature
UNITS: Zealot Elite Squad
ALLIES IN OBJECTIVE: Tathra Khaeus

Within seconds, the tag-team operation had begun.​

While Juggernauts and Rangers brawled around them, the Zealot Elite trio and the Jedi general engaged in a far more methodical form of combat. The Wookie general was given no reprieve, deflecting the strike of one Force-imbued blade only to be met with a second a hair’s length away. While his stamina was high and his parries strong, he was being gradually chipped down, the Zealots awaiting any sign of weakness.

Shortly after blocking a thrust of Abvor’s kukris, the general lifted up and hurled several Juggernauts in his general direction. A projected barrier by Krarolk gently blocked the hulking Baedurin warriors, and Abvor used them as a stepping stone before leaping up into the air, blade angled directly downwards at the general now several meters below.

Suddenly, Krarolk sensed something in the air. An energy signature that was eerily familiar.

“Elite Abvor, RETREAT!!!”

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Five
Objective: Tarrabani

With the Draeyde's more illusive objective complete, the Primarch shifted his focus on to a singular Servitor deliving under Tarrabani's populated urban centres. Feeling as the creature cut through the surface of the walled capital.

A critical moment approached, the creature crushing the foundations of the urban centre in its path as it readied to bury the hundreds of thousands within. Only four pillars remained underneath the urban centre.

The Primarch took hold of the Servitor with his mind, unravelling it from between the Pillars and striking the first as it bull-rushed through the next. The Servitor twisted its body around the lower tunnels.

 

[Sethrak]

Post 1
Objective A

Sethrak watched from a distance as the Bryn'adul troops assaulted the city. Smoke rose into the sky as explosions rocked the battleground. Above, the Bryn dominated the skies, using their superiority to rain fire and fury the likes of which most have never seen down on the Concord defenders.

Sethrak had kept his forces in reserves this far. The Lothal Guard was too valuable to waste on minor sieges like this one. Besides that they were still licking their wounds from the previous battle.

But now they could advance without taking the blunt of the defenders' fire....and they would. "FORWARD!" The warlord shouted, lifting his spear to signal the charge....

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Jedi Generals
Post: Five

The jedi aimed in a stabbing motion, thrusting down with the blade aimed for Tathra's throat. The Chieftain pulled the Axe back into a two handed grasp, holding the Axe in a reverse grip and pushed aside the saber - pushing forward on his right foot and side-stepping into a pivoted strike at the Jedi's liver.

The Jedi General pirouetted, narrowly avoiding the Axe's blade. He landed facing Tathra, swinging again with both Mace and saber for Tathra's chest. He backed up on his left, leaning on the heel of his foot as he raised the shaft in the way of both.

"WHY? WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS?" The Feeorin Jedi asked, voice shaking as he struggled to contend with the Drael strength.

He pulled back, overpowering the Jedi as he struck the jaw with the pommel of the Axe. Blood skirted out from the General's face, lips split up the side of his face and a loosely hanging jaw sagging on the skin over his cheekbones. A bludgeoned bruised face to equal his own.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Tarrbani
Post: Six

The Warlord moved first, firing as the trooper a mere inch from him exploded into a mess of blood and guts His own warriors followed suit. The Cripplers tore the troopers apart. It was a satisfyingly brutal weapon, an automatic shotgun blasting apart everything that got in their way.

When fired up close, the spreaded blasts of the Crippler struck nearly every part of the upper torso with extreme force. As Galak turned the corner, he hip fired into the back of an unsuspecting soldier trying to hold an angle on one of the other squads.

When he fired, his upper torso; rib-cage up came flying off like a door kicked from its hinges. One of the Heavies snorted in response as the second sniper turned to face Galak, firing his sniper rifle point blank at Galak’s face.He activated his compact shield, blocking the sniper blast. He didn’t exactly feel like losing his second eye.

 

[Quoron Ver'dum]

Objective: Tarrabani
Post: Five

The other Vandals moved to his side as more remnant forces came from the elevator, using their agility to close the distance as the Manglers tore apart the fleshy forms of their enemy. Easily done, it seemed they already had their quarry on the edge of defeat.

By the behest of the tactical brilliance of the Titan and the Warlord Galak's employment of it. The collaborative efforts of the Draelvasier surprised him to this day. Even as he watched Ungulloi, Vaydralen and Draelvasier fight together here and now.

He could see the difference, the Draelvasier moved in synchronisation with one and other easily. Their military prowess was legendary. Quoron took the arm of a sniper, watching it dissolve as the weapon landed on the ground.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Six
Objective: Tarrabani

It slithered through to bring the length of its body outside of the foundations. Its tail whipped round and crushed the last foundation as the ground trembled and cave way, concrete tearing apart as heart of the ubran centre sunk into the earth.

The immense death was catastrophic but necessary. The Primarch exhaled with satisfaction as the earth buried so many alive. They would all die as children of Khaeus, serving the Bryn as they sought to take Wobani.

The Concord remnant remained stubborn, even after the beating they received at Charros. They had managed to escape there, but ever since their forces had ensured none escaped. The Concord would die.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Jedi Generals
Post: Six

He turned the Axe into a two handed grasp, sliding his left down the length of the Axe as he swung full tilt bluntly at the Jedi. The Jedi moved to defend himself, the blunt of the Axe taking him from his feet to his knees skidding across the battlefield. Blood oozed from flesh torn knees, Mace rolling across the slanted earth.

Numb fingers dangled from a twisted right arm, horribly dislocated from his strike. The feeorin rose, saber held in his left as he stared back at Tathra. The Jedi General pointed the golden blade at Tathra again, eyes closing for a moment as his mind drifted to the force - focus or rather courage renewed as he broke into a jog toward Khaeus.

Blows came left to right, striking against the Kraelmundr metal shaft of the Axe; Tathra counter with a riposte, pushing the saber inward, the Axe underweath the blade as he pushed it left, yanking back with the Axe and knocking the saber from the General's hand.

 

[Osam]

Post 6 – Objective A

The Risen-Sraelvun all stood in rapt attention as the single remaining medical droid twisted about on its wheels, approaching one of the bodies upon their cot, and promptly passing it over as soon as its scan had completed. They sat and observed as it stopped at the next militiaman, only to out-stretch one of its many surgical tools and begin its operation.

One of the Risen glanced at the Warlord for permission, and a brief nod was all that was needed. An instant later, the carbine rang out, and the medical droid went to seek a new patient. It was peculiar to think that the doctors and nurses had opted to utilize such a machine when it would so blatantly ignore its surroundings, caring for nothing other than the treatment of the living and the disposal of the dead.

The Risen did not have scanners within their heads, and though they were attuned to life in the way vultures were attuned to carrion, the medical droid possessed far more accurate tools. And so, they deemed to simply watch as it told them one-by-one which of the soldiers still lived, and which had already passed beyond the veil.

Finally, their work complete, and with the fall of the city occurring around them, Osam sent out a final round for the droid itself.​

 

[Quoron Ver'dum]

Objective: Tarrabani
Post: Six

Firing another beam to finish off the sniper. He hoped the other species within the Bryn would one day work together how the Draelvasier instead. Including, they themselves with the other species too.

Quoron knew the civil elements of their empire were shaky, that was why every moment was important. It was why every choice made, could change the mind of a Drael. That was what made it so important. He fired at another trooper, blasting his leg apart as a rocket veered over the shoulder of a Juggernaut.

The massive baedurin nodded to him, tearing the arm off of a troop and tackling the rocket trooper. Quoron leapt over, ready to cover the Juggernauts back. He threw the rocket away, crushing the rangers face with the palm of his hand.

"Got your back."

 

[Galak]

Objective: Tarrbani
Post: Seven

Galak drew back his shield, grasping the barrel of the sniper and pushing it aside as he jammed the reverse curved blade of the Crippler into the head and neck of the sniper, ripping upward and tearing his head nearly in two as the body slumped to the side.

With their front line crippled, the Juggernauts of the tenth lead their Drones and Savages directly into the heart of the Concord formation, trampling everything in their path as the other Burrowers forces converged, a pincer strike annihilating the remnant forces.

When an hour passed, nothing was left but smoke and ruin, the warriors of the tenth regiment caked in blood. Galak used a cloth to wipe the blood from his helm, spitting out some of the putrid red blood. Disgusting. But ultimately, the task was complete.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Jedi Generals
Post: Seven

With a snarl, he kicked out at the Feeorin's right knee - crushing enough bone to take the Jedi General off of his feet. He fell on his back as Tathra thrust down for his chest. The Jedi used what little strength he had left to call the Mace back to his left hand, catching the Mace and swinging for the blade of the Axe. The blade skirted over the edge of the Jedi's right shoulder.

Tathra released the Axe singularly into his right hand as the Jedi swung his Mace wildly in his direction as he simply pushed it away and down with the shaft of the Axe. He looked down, almost annoyed at the Feeorin as he raised his right boot, kicking the Jedi in the face.

Not hard enough to crush his skull into a splatter, just enough to disorientate him. His mind flashed with thoughts of Keldothera and Hrajlmak as Tathra flung the Mace from the massive Jedi's grasp, putting his own Axe on the magnetic holster on his back. He reached down with his left, pulling the Jedi to his feet.

 

[Quoron Ver'dum]

Objective: Tarrabani
Post: Seven

The Ungulloi, Vaydralen and Draelvasier. They worked together as cogs in the greater machine that was the Bryn'adûl as the fighting continued throughout Tarrabani. Unity was the most important tenant and it was unity that granted them strength as they rolled over the Concord remnant. Tarrabani would be torn down and something new would be built in its place.

Quoron placed the Syphon beam rifle on his back, looking across to the Juggernaut Major he'd saved before. He couldn't see the Major's face but he felt a mutual understanding in that moment. Something just felt right about it. Even the dim light of night, shaded by the fire of the city - it felt right.

These worlds wouldn't remain under the tyranny of the Concord for much longer. They would be purged.