Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Dominion of Er'stacia

[Sarask Hiskt]

Post: 4

Objective A: Shatter the Statue

Tag: Hraelga Nacht

Before she could actually make her way further along the beach, Hraelga spoke up, causing Sarask to hiss. Her muscles, taut from preparing to pounce forward, relaxed as she stood back up, however, she kept herself shrouded with the Force. She listened to the Marauder. “They will be angry. They will be outraged.” she said simply.

She gave another “Tch.” as the woman said she was fast. Perhaps she was, perhaps she wasn’t Time could only tell. She sauntered off toward the edge of the sea, gathering momentum before breaking off into a run, then moving onto all fours as she zipped across the beachline, grabbing on to her weapon at the last moment before digging it into the sand far enough to allow her to change course and splash into the sea, swimming along the back of the walker.

She didn’t like the Marauder running into view. Showing people they were around. Might make them suspicious. She looked up at the walker. Yes. Perhaps that. They could use that. She veered off behind and around the walker. She glanced at it as it turned, perhaps instinctually. Perhaps not. She shrugged to herself, swimming through the water as she approached two religious guards. Emerging silently from the beach, she looked around. No one could see them that she couldn’t see. They were also the closest to the walker that Hraelga was assaulting. Time to kill.

 

[Kad]

Post: Thirteen
Objective: C

Their mission here was complete, this merchant camp was destroyed.

"Distribute the clan weaponry throughout the bodies, set the stage!" Gredak barked his orders. The enemy weapons would help frame the attack as an act of aggression from the native rivals. Perhaps war would consume them and make the Bryn'adûl's job easier, perhaps not. It didn't matter to him. But he wouldn't entertain the notion of being equal to lesser fodder.

Gredak raised his gauntlet; "Call in the Orkales, we're done here."

 

[Xrobas H'kahn]

Objective C - Stir the masses

As the Aeravalin continued to conjure up a vile mixture, his agents were working diligently in order to bring his plan to fruition elsewhere. Several mercenaries hired by Xrobas began to assimilate themselves into the merchants that were on their way to Er'stacia. They were perfectly blended in with them. Paid well for their services, the mercenaries would follow the merchants until the package was delivered.

After that, Xrobas' plan would be put into action.

The sounds of distant heavy footsteps approached the door to Xrobas' lab. Once the door opened, it revealed several Brutes, armed with standard Drael weaponry. Xrobas turned to them and gave them a stern nod. "It is ready. Prepare the transports as I commence the finishing touches."

The Brutes turned away fromt he lab and moved to the hangar where they were meeting with the hired mercenaries. Xrobas then began filling up several kegs with his chemical along with the stimulant that would prime the explosion. All it would take was a button press and the already turbulant peace on Er'stacia would be shattered.

 

[Galak]

Post: Nine
Tags: N/A
Objective: N/A

Galak moved away from the site of the destruction. Wincing slightly at his wounds, more of a nuisance than true wounds. The Brute found a comfortable rock to sit on as he raised his gauntlet;

"The lone merchant vessel has been dealt with. Bring me down an Orkale and get me off this piece of trash planet."

The Marauder reclined as he sat still, looking up to the sky as the dawn came - the sun rolling over the hills. The view was beautiful, at least he could enjoy that. But he didn't like the sand, it was coarse and irritating. The irritant reminded him of the itch at the back of his neck, Galak removed his helmet, letting sand fall out from it.

Not just irritating. It got everywhere too.

 

[Van Bri'tsyd]

OBJECTIVE: B - (checkout the attack - Recruit clan K’tikaun)
LOCATION: Valley Warehouse Installation
NPC: "The Survivors"
TAGS: Osam

Van and the Irregulars arrived just in time to watch what he had feared most come to pass. The K'tikaun clan were not fighting a rebel clan or other such groups, no he watched as a great grey bone faced creature ordered Byrn Sraelvun drones forward into the complex. Just as his steadfast node controlled his emotions and cleared his thoughts. He watched as his clever foe ordered his troops to the rockcrete walls and climbed up then as a spider would. He took only a moment to marvel at the physical mastery of them, crude and mindless looking as they were one had to appreciate the though that was put into their design.

"Heavy weapon teams fire on those Bryn, remember your homes, the screams of your loved ones. Offer them the same mercy they did your kin!" Van ordered.

As he pointed to the walls a platoon of Brubbs, all armed with gattling weapons opened up with a better degree of skill than the Er'stacian's before. Their weapons were also slightly different instead of mere kinetic rounds one out of every three would be a Cryo-ban round. Looking for an advantage the Brubb had been working as heavy weapon teams, their heavy-grav world upbringing offered them the strength to wield the weapons with better accuracy than most. They were about to engage the enemy their enemy, the destroyers of their worlds, this would be the litmess test he needed to see how far his team had progressed.