Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Decimation of Jablim

[Primal Architect]

​

The Bryn'adûl | Decimation of Jablim

The Silver Jedi had taken this world from the Sith, supplanting their previous overlords with new ones. The Jedi order of the Concord promised to protect Jablim. But with a savage strike, the Bryn'adûl swept across Silver Jedi space; cutting off the Jedi's ability to send reinforcements as they began to descend on the Auril sector. The Chieftain of the Bryn'adûl, Tathra arrived with a segment of the Divine Brutality, fresh from the fighting over Roche, calling upon the Warlords of the Tion Cluster and the Tingel Arm to help wipe the Jedi resistance off the face of the new worlds he intended to supplant.

On the planet below, a force of fifty thousand Concord troopers lead by Jedi fight in the urban city of Choal, battling tooth and nail against the battle hardened warriors of the Bryn'adûl.

OBJECTIVE: WARFARE
The Concordian forces lead by Jedi are dug in hard at the centre of the city, holding several city blocks. Taking ten of our Drones for every one of them. Strike forces lead by Knights have began to attack our forces from all sides, fighting valiantly with every fibre of their being to stop our progress. These strike teams must be blunted, and the Jedi's segment of the city overrun.

OBJECTIVE: ELITE FORCES
Elite units of Silver Commandos and Rangers have been sporadically deployed throughout the city, protecting valuable military assets such as Gunships, anti-air placements and Jedi. Find them, and kill them.

Spoiler

Tags: Hrajlmak'Natok | Osam | Tathra Khaeus | Sethrak | Sarask Hiskt | Sylok'Vanari | Ursa Antar | Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Ostak Cl'mana

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Elite Forces
Post: One
Tags: N/A

A white tendril of light extended from the open pearl-headed helm of the Primarch's stave. The tendril looped round the leg of the Concordian soldier, thrusting into his back like a spearheaded tail.

The man gasped, blood clotting in his eyes and red oozing from his lips as the tendril cut threw him like a blade; systemic veins of white and black force spreading through his stomach as the tendril drew on the energy from within.

Veins bulged and buckled under the sheer force of the life draining from the man, a sullen husk slowly replacing every molecular element of the trooper as the armour around him became too large to be considered well fitting.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Elite Forces
Post: One
Tags: Primarch Drek'ma

The individual spike spun out from the Triad's circling barrel, darting across the distance into the reflective bronze visor of the concord trooper. The glass of his visor shattered into dozens of shards, blooding oozing through the flying cracks like a dazzling puzzle filled with an ocean of blood.

It was followed by dozens more, pilfering the troopers full of gushing wounds and holes as their bodies toppled to the ground. They were looking for elite forces, but it seemed they had a tip on where Galak and his man force were at all times.

They kept manoeuvring around them and picking off the edge of his forces, using their own as bait. Smart, he hadn't expected that from the Jedi troops, it was usually their naval side that liked to kill their own with impunity.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Warfare
Post: One
Tag: N/A

The green blade slashed at his mid-section, a thin scratch leaving its mark against the Verikast armour as the Axe pushed the green blade aside, sword plunging into the Jedi's chest. With his right hand Tathra pulled back, tearing the blade from the Jedi's torso. Corpse falling to the ground, sliding beneath the cracks of the crumbling street as the Guardian Servitor beneath pulled the entire city apart beneath them.

"Keep moving!" Tathra shouted over the numbing battlefield noise.

Darting between beams of enemy fire and artillery, a force of Juggernauts at his back as the Jedi moved to answer his challenge. A large force came out from over the siege walls, lead by Jedi. They fought valiantly, unlike other planets where the Concord had focused their efforts in defence, here it was to take as many of the Bryn with them as they could.

Tathra welcomed the sport of it, the glory shared among all as they died to enrich the strength of the Bryn'adûl. Right hand rising, Tathra placed the sword onto his back as the charging horde approached, taking the Axe into a two handed grasp as he moved forward to greet them.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Elite Forces
Post: Two
Tags: Primarch Drek'ma |

"Captain, take half of our unit through this corridor street, we will disperse through the pathways, see if we can't catch these Commando's trying to flank us. I will protect the rear." The captain simply nodded in reply.

Galak would have to travel light to outpace the Commando's. Taking a Carbine in place of the Triad he was using before. He waited for their forces to continue forward, sliding into the alleyways as he waited for the commandos to come along.

He settled into the rubble, Carbine placed against the duracrete bricks. He felt the itch at his fingers. Galak might've been taken out his vengeance on the Jedi but even now, all he could think about was Kedla. Drowning. He wondered what she had thought in those last moments, he'd promised they'd win it together. But she died, and alone.

The Warlord spotted the Commandos. They would die alone too.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Elite Forces
Post: Two
Tags: N/A

Body curling in on itself as the spine gave in, frayed hairs falling from the barren grey-yellowed corpse as the Primarch released it from his grasp. The rejuvenated energy sated him as a cannon blast exploded against his shoulder. F

ire singed in small circling outbursts across his back and shoulder, the armour and his own force barrier absorbing the explosion, the kinetic shockwave throwing him off balance momentarily as he struck back.

With an outstretched hand, violet lightning outstretched from his fingertips into the rocket trooper, encircling his limbs as it threw him back against the wall - rocket launcher exploding in his grasp. The troopers beside him, thrown from their cover.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Elite Forces
Post: Three
Tags: Primarch Drek'ma

Galak moved with the Carbine hugged to his chest, barrel grasped underhand as he moved closer to the squad of Commandos. There were four of them in total, the closest of which was adorned with green markings, covered in scratches and dents.

All of them were covered in battle scars, they had been fighting a long time just like he had been. Ten years of fighting never ending, it had left its mark. He remembered things he wished he didn't, no doubt they did as well.

He would do them a favour, removing those worries from the equation by removing them from the battle. Beside the marked one, was another carrying a launcher. He was settling into a knelt position, ready to fire at the enemy as the other two watched from ahead.

 

[Quoron Ver'dum]

Objective: Warfare
Post: One
Tag: Tathra Khaeus

A blaster bolt flew over his shoulder, taking down one of his own. The bolt carved a hole in the Vaydralen's throat, the carbonised wound allowing for a few moments more of consciousness before his brethren's body gave out. They weren't quite as sturdy as the Drael or even the Akhenatons. However, what they did lack in protection they made up for in mobility.

Quoron used his legs to leap out of the way of the flurry of plasma bolts headed for him. Instead, landing on a low-rise rooftop. He broke into a sprint, moving further up and across rooftops.

Flanking the enemy would be the samrt call, with his agility he could use the Crippler to perform a lethal strike against them. He would cripple their position so that his own forces and that of the Titan's could begin to apply the real pressure.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Warfare
Post: Two
Tag: N/A

As they crossed paths, he opened with a downward swing; fire rising on either side of him as the enemy mortar fire tore through the city all around him. Drones and Savages flung, torn apart as they drove black columns of Brumaks and Rhivaks forward, armoured units of Juggernauts at their side.

Tathra struck the ground with the blunt of the Axe's head, a shockwave rippling out from the helm; shimmers of red energy striking the charging assault of Jedi and concord troops. The Juggernauts rushed in at his side, Drones pushing to fight the troopers as the Chieftain focused on the Jedi, Juggernauts targeting their commanders.

The Titan darted into the fray, with a two handed strike swinging in an arc across the surrounding approach of troops and Jedi, an arcing lethal stream of red energy exploding out in the same arc as his swing; killing dozens before dissipating into nothing as he turned on the lone Jedi capable of surviving it. He had protected his troops as well, grey, bearded. It reminded him of the first time he'd seen Quill.

A leader. Without leadership, they were doomed.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 1
Objective: Elite Units
Tags: None
Troops:

• The Lothal Guard (450/450)
• 2x Rhivak Chargers

Warlord Sethrak landed in the thick of it along with his elite garrison troops, ready to dominate the foe as always. This time it would be a game, a hunt, against the enemies top tier units. The Warlock had commissioned two of the Bryn'adul's beasts...Rhivak Chargers...to help destroy any opposition. The only thing keeping this from a slaughter was that the enemies' elites were hidden amongst the normal ranks with superior weapons and cover. Sethrak and his forces would need to seek them out and act as a vanguard, or a counter-elite group. In short they were at a disadvantage, and would be the first to die.

The fighting began instantly, with the Drael running to cover and returning fire at the entrenched enemy. Sethrak joined the fight, using a Val Shae spear to deflect the barrage of blaster fire. Every few seconds explosions rocked the ground around him, sometimes killing Drael, other times missing, but causing chaos. The enemy was very accurate, almost every blaster shot hitting within inches of Sethrak, or his troops. There was no doubt that these were some of the elite troops they were hunting.

It made sense that there would be some to meet the Bryn instantly. There would be more later in the fight, integrated into the ranks of the foe. That way the Bryn would be fighting, and suddenly they would be attacked by heavily equipped, accurate forces. They would need to treat every engagement as if they were fighting the elites, otherwise they wouldn't be prepared.

This was going to be a long day.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Elite Forces
Post: Four
Tags: Sethrak | Primarch Drek'ma |

Galak burst from cover in a jog, moving from a diagonal to the back of the closest two and firing at the furthest away. He was firing from the chest, brashly wasting most of his magazine as he closed the distance to the first to.

Galak whipped out the butt of the Carbine into the chin of the green Commando, shattering the face plating that covered the jaw. The commando groaned as his feet left the ground, sent onto his back.

He crashed hard against the duracrete ground beneath them. The Warlord released his right handed grasp of the gun, slashing down at the rocket launcher with his wrist-blades - cutting the weapon in half.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Elite Forces
Post: Three
Tags: N/A

One of the fallen soldiers was missing a leg, another at his side hurriedly tearing the fabric of his body-suit to tighten round the stump, slow the bleeding. The screams of pain and shock rung through the air; ringing like the deaf ears of the other Concord soldiers as they tried to find their feet amidst the Chaotic battlefield.

With an extended hand the Primarch blasted apart the, first to rise with a blast of force energy. The man's flesh and armour were torn away like wrapping, the bones and organs revealed like presents before being almost obliterated themselves.

All that remained was a pantomimed representation of the man's silhouette before crashing against the rubble behind them. With a thought, rhivaks leapt in from either side, tearing the others apart.

 

[Quoron Ver'dum]

Objective: Warfare
Post: Two
Tag: Tathra Khaeus |

Moving to an advantageous position, Quoron pushed the barrel of the Crippler through the gap in the building, used his chest to adjust for recoil as he opened full auto into the crowded formations.

Legs came flying off of the closest, those further away had chunks of armour and flesh torn from them as he fired over the fallen. The momentary lapse in their defence was joined by pressure from the other side, Juggernauts raining down compounding fire into the trenches using their Bryn Shots.

The trenches encased the explosions, turning the defences of the Silver Jedi remnant into a fire bowl. The howls of anguish made him unconsciously release the trigger of his weapon, sitting in silence

 

[Carask Uduun]

Objective: Elite Forces
Post #1
Tags: N/A

Carask Uduun was now at full sprint through the city outskirts. He was forced to jump early when his dropship was compromised. The Juggernaut was far from the frontline where he was supposed to be and needed to make up time. Carask could tell he was on the right path by the thickening carnage. Bodies, torn and scorched, rushed passed as he hurdled over growing piles of rubble. Drones still lingered, feasting on freshly charred flesh before scurrying off to find another victim. The cacophony of screams, snarls, and blaster fire grew louder, the theater of war getting ever closer.

A few blocks deeper into the burning city of Choal, Carask received his first taste of combat. At a small intersection he caught a squad of Commandos trying to navigate through the wreckage. The four soldiers, their armor decorated in blue markings, took a slight pause before turning their weapons towards him. The hesitation in their action revealed they were surprised to see a single Juggernaut so far from the main force and that moment was all he needed to gain advantage. He burst forth, Carask's massive legs propelling the Beadurin forward with a speed unexpected from someone of his size.

The Commandos only had time to release a short volley of blaster fire before Carask thundered through their formation. Only one of the soldiers had the reaction speed to dodge while two of the others were thrown from the glancing blow. One unlucky Commando took the full force of the monstrous tackle. Carask instinctively wrapped his arms around the human and drove him back another few meters. He tightened his grip around the fragile being and squeezed, shrinking the space between his arms. "Lone assailant in sector f-," the Commando began to shout, before breaking into a blood curdling scream. Carask felt warm sticky fluid weep from the Commando's cracking armor, another second passed as the Juggernaut relished in the bloodshed. The scream ended with a sharp snap as the behemoth crushed the Commando's spine.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 2
Objective: Elite Units
Tags: None
Troops:

• The Lothal Guard (430/450)
• 2x Rhivak Chargers

They had advanced quite a bit, keeping their slow pace and moving from cover to cover. Yet there had been no elites since they first landed. It seemed odd, but perhaps the enemy had sent everything they had at the Bryn when they landed in an attempt to make an early stop among the chaos and lack of cohesion.

Sethrak was wrong as a blast rocked the advancing troops, forcing Sethrak and several others off their feet. He landed hard on his back, hitting his head on a concrete ground. Dazed, he rolled over onto his chest, then rose to his feet. Shooting had already begun and Sethrak was shot in the lower back by something. It burned but it must have been something weak as the Warlock continued to make for cover. The Rhivaks were still alive, and maybe they were the reason The Drael were not completely decimated as they charged forward, ramming foes and blasting them with their charged beams.

The Lothal Garrison returned fire as the Rhivaks continued to tank through the foe's defenses. The wound on Sethrak's back was beginning to burn now but he was sure that he was ok at this point. If it had been adrenaline keeping him from feeling any serious injuries, it would have faded enough by now for him to tell.

He decided to charge up next to the Rhivaks and use them as cover. He could protect them from foes they couldn't see or reach once he got there. With his mind set, he sprinted toward the beasts.....

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Warfare
Post: Three
Tag: N/A

The two crossed the distance between them, Tathra held the Axe in a two-handed grip close together as the Jedi swung from left to right to strike at his hands and disarm him. Tathra blocked, catching the blade just beneath the hook of the Axe's blade before pushing to the right and down in an attempt to make the old man's chest vulnerable.

The Master moved with the momentum of the Titan, pirouetting out of the close bind of the blade and Axe and swung for Tathra's hand in an overhead grip, narrowly avoiding his fingers as the silver vambrace protected his forearm. His two arms swung from left to right as he darted to the Titan's side in the same motion, swinging for his throat.

The Titan brought his left foot forward, hunching low and ducking under the swing of the blade as he spun on his heel, left hand slicing with the Axe through the Jedi as they passed each other. Tathra turned around fully as he raised the Axe, settling it into the grasp of his gauntleted right hand.

 

[Carask Uduun]

Jablim
Objective: Elite Forces
Post #2
Tags: N/A


All three of the other Commandos were now on their feet, rotating blaster fire, spreading out as they could within the small intersection. Overlapping their fire lines to try and pin down Carask. His skin was a thick calloused armor in itself, able to withstand the plasma based blaster fire, but not for long. In his mind Carask commended them, these men were no fodder, they were skilled warriors, undeterred by the gruesome death of one of their own. He would grant them the honor of a glorious death in combat. Carask brandished the twin Spiked Clubs that hung at his sides and bellowed a roar that shook whatever buildings were still standing. Then he charged again. This time not directly towards his target opponent, the Commando furthest to his left, but to the nearby chunk of durasteel wreckage just big enough to cover his enormous body. His maneuver caused the Commandos to pause their fire and move.

Now was his chance to press his adversaries. With a great burst of speed Carask was within striking distance of his intended target, a vicious right overhand plunged the spikes of his club into the man's helmet. The limp body still clinging to his weapon Carask turned his attention to the last two Commandos. He took a few menacing steps towards them. Now fully aware of the Juggernaut's speed and strength his opponents changed their approach. They focused on evasion, keeping just out of reach while still peppering him with blaster bolts.

Carask continued his assault through the street, but his opponents were flawless in the execution of their tactics. The Commandos stayed mobile on opposite sides of him, constantly distancing themselves but never out of eyesight of the other. A striking opportunity on one meant taking a hail of fire from the other.

The fight was starting to take its toll on Carask, each blast burned more than the last, every swing sapping more of his stamina. He was starting to rethink his own strategy when he heard the hiss of a blaster overheating behind him. Carask didn't even think he just reacted, twisting and hurling one of his spiked clubs in that direction. The club buried itself into the soldier's chest before he could even check his blaster and was flung into the wall behind him.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Warfare
Post: Four
Tag: N/A

The Jedi stopped in his tracks, panting hard, cloak shaking in the wind. The saber in his grasp, still upright as Tathra watched the man's physique crumple. The first to give out were his legs, sliding in parallel directions as his knees slammed into the ground. Shoulders sloped, giving in as his head fell against his chest. The last thing to fall was the blade, slowly lowering as it began to tear into the ground before being deactivated.

The Titan turned his attention away as an explosion from deeper in the city alerted him to the thickest of the fighting, the Jedi's body falling to the side as he took off toward the fighting. No doubt, his warriors had continued on without him. Moving through the broken city, Tathra found himself over viewing the lower city, embroiled in combat as Concord sniper teams opened fire from the upper city buildings, where he was.

Made for easy targets. Tathra found a clearing, swinging with the Axe to release a concentrated slab of red energy - swiping across the distance above them and blasting through the building a squad of them were hiding in. Now they knew he was here, and so did his own.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Elite Forces
Post: Five
Tags: Sethrak | Primarch Drek'ma

The commando rose, a sidearm in hand as the other two began to fire, trying to hit Galak as he side-stepped behind the Commando, using the barrel of his Carbine to push the Commando's arm into a semi-circular arc.

It put his sidearm outside of the barrel as the Warlord pressed it against his stomach, firing multiple times as the Soldier cried out in pain. With a free arm, he grappled the Commando on the ground.

He groaned, suffering from a concussion as Galak used him as a meat shield, firing at the other two with his now underslung Carbine. The two commandos were reluctant to fire, instead ducking for cover as Galak started moving forward to cover the distance between them.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Elite Forces
Post: Four
Tags: N/A

It was this act of heinous violence that drew out the elite forces, their Commandos. But when they arrived their was nothing but the corpses being mangled by Rhivaks, to the untrained eye simple beasts. But they were his eyes and ears, allowing him to feel and see everything they did.

Through the leader of the pack, he could smell the burnt plasma discharge from their rifles. They'd likely hunted plenty of Drones throughout the day. But this would be their last. Drek'ma used the shadows to his advantage.

He moved through the force as it bound one platform to another as he teleported from lookout to lookout. He was behind them, watching as they surveyed the scene before them. Whenever they struck, so would he.