Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Night of Culling | Sakiya

[Tarad Morko]

Post: Four
Objective: Escape
Tags - Krarolk T'manu | Tathra Khaeus |

"I intend to." Was the Jedi's only response.

Waiting. In truth, that was all the Jedi had to do. He knew the Zealot would try to break through his guard again, but seeing as his opponent was coming to him perhaps he could afford to gain leverage. Yes, the Zealot might think he was in control of the fight but Tarad would indeed attempt to counter and take control of the combat.

When the Glaive was thrust forward, Tarad used the force to improve his reflexes - allowing the energy of his greatest ally to seep through his veins as he side-stepped, pushing his left arms forward and spinning his Staff around from the left of the spear to the right, meaning to strike just behind the blade of the spear and push it away from him and opening room for his right Staff saber, immediately striking for the Zealots throat.

 

[Sarask Hiskt]

Objective: C

Post: Six

Their blades met. He wasn't too bad, all things considered. It seemed as though she had broken his jaw with her grabbing his head, so he couldn't cry out, only murmur in agony as he moved around with it flapping somewhat. She had to respect his tenacity, even if he had to die. Well, he didn't have to die, she could just run off, she'd successfully inhibited his ability to lead. But leaving someone alive was always a bad idea, especially if it was on the other side, he may come back later.

She swung for his head, and he evaded, crouching to the floor and sending his vibroknife toward her knee. She reeled back. Knee joints were annoying to heal, she didn't want to be hobbling for the rest of the mission. She swung her other blade downward, and he rolled to the side. She was more toying with him than anything else while she thought of her next target. Maybe the generators? She glanced around as they circled eachother, a measure of bravado coming to his eyes, or at least, that's what she assumed it was. She glanced around to check. No one around.


Perhaps she could try sabotaging a bridge. She looked at his belt, to see if he had any grenades. Nope. She should probably get some for herself. Maybe she could go ahead and search for more officers, or enter the harbour herself to mess around in there. Maybe. It was a prime target, and she didn't want to be in a building rife with artillery fire if she couldn't help it. Generators it was.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Five
Objective: B
Tags - Krarolk T'manu | Tarad Morko |

The dagger wielding Super was the closest, Tathra would use the small distance to his advantage. Tathra engaged the smaller warrior in hand to hand, simply blocking the blows until the unarmed Super Soldier got closer, grasping the inside of the dagger wielders wrist as he punched him in the throat with his right hand; using his dominant hand's grasp on the dagger wielding arm to block the first punch of the other Super Soldier, the dagger wielding Soldier didn't let the throat punch stop him; dropping the dagger into his left hand and slashing at Tathra's mid-section. Instead of being struck unnecessarily, Tathra instead struck the Supers chest with his palm; knocking him back as the unarmed kicking him in the side of the knee. Tathra winced as his right leg forcibly turned inward and bent to avoid any real damage to the bone. But it also jeopardised his footing as the one he'd kicked before crawled to grab his plasma Axe. Tathra retreated, standing on his hand as he grabbed the Plasma Axe; the three tons of weight slamming down on his hand crushed it. The Sakiyan cried out in pain as he recoiled, grasping his fleshy bag of a hand and wrist.

The two Super Soldiers were accompanied by more opportunistic Sakiyans joining the fray, a battle the other Zealots ignored in favour of their own. Another ran at him, leaping over the crying man to try and land on him and stab him in the throat. Tathra grasped him mid air and threw him to the ground, stomping down on one of his arms before punching him in the face repeatedly as ripples of blood darted across his gauntlet and fist.

From his hunched position, Tathra blocked the unarmed fighters next kick; just barely grasping his foot in his hand. Tathra immediately struck the joint with his free fist, snapping the bone before pushing forward and palm slamming his dominant hand into the abdomen of the Super Soldier. Though he could not delay them all, his left arm already extended and unable to defend himself as the Dagger found purchase stabbing into his right shoulder; the physical force of the Super Soldier able to slice through carapace, muscle and cartilage. Tathra growled through gritted teeth, groaning as the Dagger was ripped from the wound as the Super moved to stab his throat.

Tathra brought up his right gauntlet in protest, blocking the second strike as extended his left hand, fingers fully opened as Tathra called the Long-Axe back to him. The bonded weapon zipped through the air, cutting down a few on the way until it reached his grasp. His arm was weak and was pushed aside as the Super thrust again for his throat. Tathra fell back, raising the Axe as he kicked the Supers leg out from under him, causing him to fall directly onto the ruby beard of the Axe. His clothing lighting on fire as the molten vapour spread across his body.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

OBJECTIVE: B (DESTROY THE HARBOR & SETTLE AN OLD SCORE)
EQUIPMENT: IN SIGNATURE, AND 30x 16x Barad Impact Grenades
IN THE VICINITY: Krarolk's Zealot Elite Squad | THE Tathra Khaeus
ENGAGING: Tarad Morko
THEME: Gladiator

His foe was as formidable as he had been in their last duel.
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As Krarolk had suspected, the Jedi had redirected his first strike and launched a counterattack. In response, Krarolk ducked underneath the arc of the Master's right lightsaber, its energy flowing overhead. He took a step back before bolting to the Jedi's right, intending to strike before his staff had returned to a neutral position. Sprinting to a nearby box and leaping off the side, Krarolk unleashed one of his strongest attacks.

It was a horizontal leaping strike that would strike an enemy while Krarolk was midair, his momentum boosted by gravity and aerial velocity making the blow nearly unblockable. Even if the glaive was redirected with a speed matching its own, Krarolk himself would slam into his enemy unless they were to attempt to dodge. While being in such close quarters greatly reduced the effectiveness of his glaive, Krarolk was an accomplished melee fighter who could tear off limbs with his bare hands. No matter how an opponent reacted, the Zealot had only seen two methods in which his horizontal leaping strike had been countered.

In most cases, the strike had failed to land due to an enemy with extreme reflexes or great physical talent evading the glaive and the Zealot. However, an enemy with enough physical or phsycic strength could also turn Krarolk's momentum against him, throwing him off course and into an unsuitable situation.

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[Kad]

Objective: A
Post: Four
Tags - Osam

What transpired below gave the Zealot a sense of fiendish satisfaction, pulling himself up to the next platform as to move under his fellow Zealots, opening fire on the shooters above to supply a positional advantage to his team. They would apply pressure and then finish them off.

"Damn drones!" Gredak snapped toward his Zealot kin, pointing the blame of the ambush toward the falsely praised Risen-Drones.

Gredak head shot the last two ambushers above, switching to a different position as he started firing on the attackers opening fire on the Drone position. He couldn't quite look like he wanted them to fail.

 

[Tarad Morko]

Post: Five
Objective: Escape
Tags - Krarolk T'manu | THE Tathra Khaeus |

When the Zealot disengaged; he had ample time to return his sabers to a neutral position, watching as his opponent sprinted and darted to the right close to the wall, moving on to a box. Tarad could've shot out a short telekinetic blast at the first leg to touch the box, but it was all transpiring too quickly and his opponent much too fast, instead Tarad threw one of his double blades at the Zealots unprotected legs.

Whilst the right double blade spun towards the flying Zealots unprotected legs, Tarad brought the left saber up defensively to reposte the Glaive if it got close.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Six
Objective: B
Tags - Krarolk T'manu | Tarad Morko |

His foot shot out, knocking the Super Soldiers corpse into the crowd of enemies. He knew the other Super would be coming, and by the close proximity of footsteps he could hear; he wasn't alone. Tathra rolled away from them, rising into a crouched position with Long-Axe in hand, ready to defend as the Super took up the Plasma Axe, accompanied by two carrying shotguns. Immediately they opened fire, their rounds clattering off his armour into sparks, but quickly enough they started aiming for his flesh. Tathra activated the Shield bound to his right gauntlet, blocking more shots as they came, bringing his right arm in front of himself to cover his sword arm.

The following blasts of the shotgun ricocheted off of the Shield as Tathra darted from left to right, approaching them quickly as he dropped the Compact-Shield after the third set of shots; slashing quickly at the two Shotgun wielders with a red wave of kinetic energy, forcing both of them to drop as he engaged the Plasma Axe wielding super soldier. He brought the Long-Axe into both hands as the Super Soldier swung for his left side, Tathra brought the left side of the Axe low, stepping between the legs of the Super as he brought his left arm overhead and around the Super, pulling back and slamming the shaft of the Axe into his throat; swinging him around like a rag-doll to have the two Shotgunners, Tathra let go of the Axe with his right hand, letting go of the Super, pulling his right arm back before striking the Super in the centre mass of his back, launching him toward the two Gunners whilst also yanking back the Axe, cutting off the Supers head whilst also throwing the limp body at the right gunner.

The Titan darted forward, leaping the small distance between them as he cut through the shotgun of the left gunner; grasping the barrel of the second with his right hand. Tathra thrust the Axe into the left gunners chest, splitting his torso in two as he thrust his right elbow into the face of the second gunner, crushing his skull and throttling him to the ground, the crushed shotgun still clenched in his hand.

Tathra looked to the weapon, hearing the last cry of a Sakiyan as a Zealot cut open the back of a Sakiyan child, its body falling to the ground among the dead. The Titan's face softened a little, looking to the mix of bodies. The hate grew in him, all this death for the weak of the Galaxy to live in their ivory towers. They would pay for what they had forced to be wrought upon these weakling worlds.

 

[Sarask Hiskt]

Objective: C

Post: Seven

Sarask made up her mind, she was going to go find some generators to put into meltdown or overall destroy. Maybe with a grenade, she found them rather fun right now. Sadly, the officer didn't have any. Speaking of which, it seemed as though he was getting tired now, it didn't help that his jaw was broken.

He over-extended on a strike toward her heart, she shifted her weight backwards, placing her right hand on the floor as she brought her left leg spinning around to strike him in the side, sending the man flying, most likely with a broken arm judging by the crunch, off the railing and down, and down, and down. She peeked over the edge, he was still falling, unable to scream, but his flailing arms didn't bode well for his confidence.

She turned around, and took off again.

 

[Galak]

Post: 6
Objective: C
Tags - TBD

The Brutes pushed, setting fire to the enemy defences and flushing them out of cover. Those that weren't killed as they tried to retreat were pushed away. Enough time for them to cross. Galak was the first, leaping across the distance of the destroyed bridge and running to the edge of the enemy fortifications, firing off into the enemy retreat.

Spiker rounds were massive, at least in terms of human physiology, when dozens of foot long super heated spikes struck their bodies, they seemingly just exploded. Their bodies couldn't handle them massive kinetic force, almost immediately obliterated. Galak wasn't along, quickly joined by the other Heavies who had discarded their shields to open fire on the enemy as they retreated. This was the third base they'd taken out today.

As the enemy reached the buildings on the other side of the adjacent bridge, a swarm of Draeyde came down; cutting through what was left of them. Pavium couldn't help but laugh. Even when these disgusting Sakiyans tried to hide - they failed.

"Squads, report in!" Galak was met with relief as dozens of his squads responded almost immediately, successful raids all round. They had crippled the military defences of the Sakiyans. Their forces were non-existent, in shambles.

 

[Osam]

Objective A
Post 5

If there was one thing that the Sraelvun had been known for throughout their existence, it had to be their savagery and cunning. Developed not out of raw intelligence, but out of an innate out-of-the-box mindset, they had managed to circumvent expectations on a fairly regular basis. Perhaps one of the few other things that was universally accepted about the drones and their Risen cousins were their abilities to climb. Equipped with fearsome claws, they were able to grip onto nearly sheer surfaces and haul themselves up them as if though they were wild beasts, and the instruments could be utilized as fierce weapons in close-quarters combat as well.

Now, as the ambush flourished around them, Osam took heed of the ability of his kindred, and shrieked to draw their attention to him. "Climb. Gain the high ground!" He hissed in command, and soon, the Srael began to haul themselves atop the walls, busting through windows and crevices, and crawling atop railings and walkways wherever necessary. The ambushers below began to shrink away somewhat, the range between them and the drones intensified by the sudden maneuvering. It was well-known that possessing the high ground often signified the victor of a conflict. Incidentally, the maneuver had brought the Sraelvun somewhat closer to their Zealot allies.

Firing from above, they rained a hellish onslaught on the Sakiyan ambushers, with superhot rounds of metal slamming into their vital organs from above, and spraying viscera with every blow. The vantage afforded by the higher position meant that there were fewer places for the enemy to take cover, and even when they attempted to find some, it wasn't difficult to circumvent it entirely by firing from directly above.

Howls and screams of pain and anguish filled the night as the ambushers were put to death by the mixed fire of the Zealots and the Srael.

Kad