Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Outbreak at Ylesia

[Kad]

Objective B
Post: Five
Tags: Shaylith | Vertask | Krarolk T'manu |
Equipment: Dual Shredders | Kukri |

The Shadow didn't argue, his own survival was his priority. The Shadow shot the door console behind them, shutting the main command suite off and locking the tendrils in, away from them. He hoped that would stop them, but in his gut he felt it would simply slow whatever was hunting them down.

Gredak struggled to keep pace with the strange slithering creature, running as fast as he could to keep the strange figure in sight. It seemed to know these machinations and structures better than he did, even though almost every instillation was similar, they all had slight variations. Research facilities even more so, apparently.

"What did you scientists create!?"

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 5

Tags: Tathra Khaeus Osam Primarch Drek'ma Galak Kad

Objective: Save the Titan before giving in to his own injuries.

Location: Just rooms away from the source.

Equipment: A spear, broken in half to use as a crutch.

Status: Tired, broken left leg, broken ribs, using the force and adrenaline to continue on.


He had minutes, if that. The battle, if it was even still happening, was nearly over. He had lost blood, and if he wasn't cold-blooded he'd probably be shivering right now. His vision was blurring, he couldn't look straight without his sight going fuzzy, and if he looked around, everything blurred. His leg hurt too much to put any pressure on it now, and his ribs made breathing excruciating.

He had misjudged the situation, and it may cost him his life. He wasn't suicidal like a drone, but given the situation, he knew there was no turning back. That knowledge, knowing death was likely the only option, gave him resolve. If he was going to die here, alone, for his brothers...he would die the right way: Serving the Bryn'Adûl with his life.

A thud made the Warlock jump. It had come from the next room in the facility. It could've been an infected but he hadn't heard it till know. It was heavy, or big, probably both. Perhaps a brute. Perhaps more? Maybe it was the lack of blood and focus, or maybe it was the unatural urge that had pulled him to this place, but something inclined the Warlock to enter the room. When he did, he immediately fell, a barrage on his senses causing agonizing pain, or was that the pain from his injuries? He couldn't tell, his entire body was numb yet pain erupted from every limb, every organ, and every bone. His vision went bright red. He saw the Titan, breathing, but motionless on the ground just feet away from him. Near the Titan, there was blood and a mangled body.

The body rose. It was an honor guard of the Titan, missing an arm, with exposed ribs and one eye. It inhaled, then roared as blood bubbled from its' ripped throat. Sethrak couldn't see the other infected in the facility, but he was surrounded. The pain became so great he almost felt nothing. It was like being boiled, and burned by frostbite at the same time.

It was more than he could take.

In one desperate effort he shouted so strongly he felt the inside of his throat rip and tear: "THE TITAN IS HERE!!!"

The world went black. He didn't know the shout was so strong the binding that held the titan vibrated, and became loose. The very brain waves commanding the infected were disrupted, only for a second...but it was enough for the Titan.....

 

[Vertask]

OBJECTIVE: B
POST: II
LOCATION: DESCENT
Kad Krarolk T'manu

'Oh shit' The door burst open in a hail of splinters and screaming... what the fuck were those things. Vertask had her glaive out and leveled bracing for the charge as the stormed into the group with an unnatural screaming. The elites took point and the young shadow fell into line with them, her own weapon spinning and smashing into the corrupted, clicking with excitement as blood started to coat her and the walls.
However the bigger and harder targets just pushed straight through them, a surprised howl as a blade pirced her left hip before another grabbed her glave and the metal shaft splintered under its grip. Pulling back slightly with her blades drawn and slicing through the weaker corrupted.
"I hate to agree with you but uhhh... tuck and roll" She was going to throw herself over the edge but felt one of the others grab her and pull her down.
"I'm perfectly capable of throwing myself to my death thank you very much!"

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

OBJECTIVE: B
POST: III
EQUIPMENT: IN SIGNATURE
LOCATION: DESCENT
TAGS: Kad | Vertask

The four Drael landed roughly on their chests on a lower-level landing, the steel of the platform bending under their combined weight.

Then, the landing snapped.
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The group fell once again, though this one was much shorter. Before they could land on top of the jagged rubble of the previous landing, Krarolk reached out to his inner reserves of spiritual energy. He desperately flung it outwards to his Zealot kin, their skin and armor glowing pale green as their descent was cushioned by a physical manifestation Krarolk's spiritual energy. The group landed safely on a step beneath the landing, past the rubble strewn across the area. The Zealot Elite trio briefly staggered over, regaining their breath after having it knocked out of them from the fall. Then, they remembered their predicament. The grunts and cries of the corrupted beings above were slowly becoming louder.

"I just thought of a great idea." called out the Zealot Commander, a metaphorical lightbulb emerging within his head. "Abvor, I'll need your bombs."

Abvor handed his commander two full handfuls of Barad Impact Grenades. Wordlessly, he opened up the door to the floor adjacent to the landing and stepped inside. Entranced by their commander's sudden excitement, the other two Elites followed. The Commander started spreading grenades evenly throughout the hallway until they lined about ten meters of hall space. The group stepped back further into the hall, stepping away from the blast range.

"Once those things enter the hall, I'll blow them all up." explained the Zealot Commander, pulling out his Wendigo Spiker.

For now, the group waited.

With the rapidly rising tension in the air, Krarolk couldn't tell whether it was seconds or minutes before the infected Drael arrived. But soon enough, the cries and groans of the inhuman creatures had become deafening. A twisted limb appeared on the stairwell above, followed by a dozen more. Upon entering visual range, the infected were rapidly invigorated. Their stride turned into a haphazard sprint, the deformed bulk of the Drael exiting the stairwell and entering the hallways as planned. Just as the last corrupted Drael exited the stairwell, the Commander fired his Spiker.

Countless explosions rocked the hallways, the heat of the blasts soaking into the Elites even as they stood in their armor twenty meters away from the detonated grenades. The corrupted Drael cried out in agony, before being abruptly silenced. When the smoke cleared, all that remained was burnt steel and charred flesh.

"With that out of the way, let's continue our descent." continued the Zealot Commander, seemingly unfazed by the destruction he had just committed.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: A
Post: Four
Tags: Gordrak | Osam | Galak | Kereiokh Vraer | Sylok'Vanari |

Their forces had pulled back but not nearly quick enough for it to be a clean cut. Yet sacrifices had to be made and he was indeed capable of making them. From beneath the ground another large serpent tore through rock and metal, sprouting out from the ground as its massive barbed mouth lurched forward at the exposed flesh of the infected Servitor, the earth would rumble and quake as the two massive serpents would battle, twisting and turning around each other as they fought.

The infected Servitor's infected flesh spewed acidic puss, soaking through the hide of the normal Servitor; wounding it as the Primarch's Servitor tore the infected apart with its strong pronged maw. The two collosal creatures moved with surprising speed, strikking at one and other as their heads locked; the Servitor under the Pimarch's control was stronger, but not as agile as the twisted abomination. His Servitor tore apart the jaw of the first, only to be caught in dozens of tendrils, strangulating the Servitor.

"Target those tendrils!" The Primarch called to the command crew, their Ballista's quickly turning as they fired at the tendrils, the massive arrows cutting through the biomass-formed tendrils and freeing their Servitor as it came round and struck the abomination in its mid-section, knocking the Servitor down and crushing hundreds of infected.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Two
Objective: Havoc
Tags: Sethrak |

The hivemind that held him in place did not take kindly to his outburst, a surge of pain cutting through him like a knife. He growled, tensing all over as his body locked himself into place. Weak and tensed, he could barely move. Something else moved on the edge of his periphery, a warlock. He recognised the armour configuration matched, but he was severely wounded. Tathra wrestled weakly against his restraints, trying to free himself to assist the Warlock. But as his mind recognised his potential rescuer, so did the hive. The body of a half-rotted Honour Guard rose, spewing acidic bile in the direction of the Warlock.

He could not simply stand by and watch.

If the Warlock died, it would have been his fault. Everything ached, but that did not matter. The life of one of his own was at stake, and if he could not free himself from this imprisonment, he would be of no use to any of his children. Old flesh found new strength as the Warlock released a powerful force imbued bellow, casting a shockwave across the room that flung the approaching effected off in every direction - a disconnect becoming apparent as the hive-mind that held him recoiled.

Push.

The tendrils loosened, their hold weakened as Tathra took control once more; his body full his again. The Titan tore free from the flesh that held him, landing with a thud that shook the ground beneath it. Tathra looked to the infected ahead, rows of his own kind turned against him - mutilated creatures that had forgotten the path, their purpose stripped from them. He leaned down, with one hand taking the unconscious Warlock over his shoulder; the other stretching outward with an open palm. From somewhere within the flesh mounds, a massive golden Axe tore free and flung into the grasp of its masters dominant hand.

Blood fell from his crimson maw, black oozing. He was not long for this world without attention, nor was this Warlock. He momentarily looked to the unconscious form against his shoulder, held firmly there with one hand. Eyes turning to the horde ahead, steam pouring from his nostrils as his grip tightened around the grip of the Axe, its ruby blade glimmering with energy.

 

[Galak]

Post: Four
Objective: A - Contain
Location: The Thick of It - North section of the entrenched forces
Tags: Kereiokh Vraer | Primarch Drek'ma | Osam | Tathra Khaeus | Gordrak | Sylok'Vanari |

He was glad he called for retreat. The ground was torn apart as almost all of the immediate infected force was crushed as the two serpents duked it out, cracks formed in the ground as the entire surface quaked, the earth cracking in the nearby area.

"This is Emissary Galak, I'm calling for a full retreat! All forces! This is the Emissary! We are going to orbitally bombard the station! The situation is unattenable! All forces, you have ten minutes to make clear of the glassing zone!"

He could either choose the chance, Tathra was alive or he could risk losing the entire planet. He knew what Tathra would do, and that was exactly what he was doing.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Three
Objective: Havoc
Tags: Sethrak |

Tathra fought hard, hacking and slashing at the infected as they came all the whilst carrying the body of the unconscious Warlock out from the depths. Pinning a infected Baedurin under a munition crate, cutting off another's leg before crushing its weak fleshling head under his foot. Cutting dozens of infected down on his way through the bowels of the infected Conquester, Tathra would ensure that this creature - whatever it was would know that its machinations were inferior.

He fought his way through the ships interior to its generator, placing his hand on the communication stone that controlled the power source - he fought the Hivemind for control, overloading its systems and tricking it into sending the power source into a critical meltdown. He as Chieftain, had authorisation codes, he'd fed the hivemind the wrong information through the neural link shared. For all its mental fortitude, the hivemind was fooled, outplayed and beaten.

It was only seconds before the ground tore open, an earthquake caused by the fighting of the two Servitors that an quick and easy exit was provided, even as the hiveminds malphormed conquester body of tendrils followed. As they reached the surface, Tathra immediately called for vehicular assistance, a Gunboat arrived with seconds to spare; delivering both Sethrak and Tathra out of the range of the immediate blast.

He would ensure that the Warlock survived.

 

[Shaylith]

Kad

What did we create the shadow asked. What did they create? "We didn't MEAN to make any of this! Just a cure!" she tries to defend herself as she books it towards the nearest exit, slipping past debris and trying not to get caught in one of the many hazards running amock in the halls. "This was entirely unintended." she reiterates as she turns a corner just to duck under the swinging claws of one of the mutants, going to sweep its legs out from under it with a powerful sweep of her tail before continuing her rapid journey alongside the shadow.

Were they sabotaged? Or was it just a mistake? Maybe she'd never know with how much damage the structure was going to endure after all this, it probably wasn't even going to be standing. Could it really be that some of the brightest minds of her species really messed up this badly?

 

[Vertask]

OBJECTIVE: B
POST: III
LOCATION: DESCENT
Kad Krarolk T'manu

A soft thud as she hit the ground for the second time, tucking into a roll unaware of the energy slowing her fall. Clicking softly as she looked up and around, another floor not far down from where they landed. Keeping her swords up ready to engage any creature that jumped down to peruse them. Hearing one of the others asking for bombs she unhooked her satchel and kicked it back towards them.
"You wanted explosives. That bag has plenty." Covering their tail as the three elites pushed into the next room. Slow and steady using her senses and her kin to keep her safe as they moved forward. With the grenades and charges slowly being laid as they moved back and away from the perusing beast.

One fell more by chance than trying, springing up and charging fast. Vertask sunk into pose effortlessly, the beast moved quickly and jumped. Her block was strong and correct but it just went straight through. A gasp as it pinned her down briefly, claw sinking into her with a scream. It continued to charge, she moved quickly biting back the pain and spearing it with one of her blades. Clicking softly as she moved back to the rest of the elites, away from the charges she began tending to her wound. A basic covering for now, it would have to do. Then came the pop and the heat of the blast, even with the three elite behind her she could feel some of the force.
"At your lead." Bowing her head and following behind