Dominion The Bryn'adûl | The Bendu | Atollon

[Primal Architect]

The Bryn'adûl | The Bendu

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Atollon. A silent world dotted by plated tree corals and endless arid rocky desert and tundra. Atollon sits between Bryn'adûl and Sith Empire space, a world destined to stand between conflicting parties, again and again. The Bryn'adûl saw no purpose in taking Atollon, with the exception of the weaponising of the native Krykna. However, the Seers sought Atollon with a feverous greed, the cosmic energies of the force called them to this world; a warped synergy felt with the very air.

The force was buried deep beneath the plated surface of Atollon, but all the same it called to the Seers in their endless meditation. This planet had a purpose none could foretell, but save for whispers of ancient beings and entities - any military reasoning for taking the planet was left behind as the Bryn'adûl Fleet orbited the planet.

Everything the Bryn'adûl had, from technology to creature was connected through the force and SOMETHING was reaching out. A hidden and dull nexus of force energy stretched out like awakening limbs as every beast, and Drael-stone felt the alien presence touch its mind. Yet the Draelvasier themselves felt nothing, nothing but confusion as the foreign entity came and went.

It was a strange feeling, to feel watched. Judged.

For the first time in nearly a decade, the Seers ventured together out from the depths of Draemidus Prime, disregarding the cautions of the Chieftain himself as they sought out what they believed to be a powerful entity.

OBJECTIVE A - Protect: It seems the arrival of the Bryn'adûl has upset the local hives of krykna, set up a perimeter and defend our vessels and beasts from these creatures.

OBJECTIVE B - Protect II: The Seers travel as part of a convoy, the Krykna have not attacked yet. But remain wary, Zealots!

OBJECTIVE C - Tame: The Krykna could become useful for us, we have located one of the larger hives on the planet. Find their breeding grounds and subdue their most powerful warriors.

- Sarask Hiskt | Kyrim Tenebris | Hrajlmak'Natok | Hraelga Nacht | Primarch Drek'ma | Reosyvern | Tathra Khaeus | Galak | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Osam | Bazh'Thu | Fomoris | Naramphra | Krarolk T'manu | Malgorr |

 

[Seer Kalanthir]

Objective B
Post One
Tags - Convoy Participants
Theme: Listen

The blood, the flesh. The flesh of the ground, roots and black voids. The Tenants, we will show you. We are more. Perhaps.

The Seer sat inside his enclosed chariot, encased inside a meditation sphere. Hands clasped over his clothed knees, fluid stemming from his jaw as trance like state almost made him catatonic. What did it wish to see, what was there beyond the offering of knowledge and subsequent strength, power? The entity, alluded him and his kin. Kalanthir was a renowned mentalist, he was as much a seeker as he was a Seer.

You know not what you have wrought. Do not, seek the frail. Entity. Why do you hide?

Thus far they had only been able to determine a general location, feeling. His head twitched to a different angle, his auditory senses tingled as if trying to listen for something - anything. Yet there was nothing, the search was not one that a tracker of any physical kind could assist in. Not yet, anyhow. The lack of contact from his six kin seemed indicative of a lack of success all round. Though he would persist in attempting to contact whatever resided here.

Push these headstones aside, no corpse will shift and bring life back as you idle. Nothing will change. The blood, the flesh of the ground, roots and black voids. I FEEL YOU.

His head twitched again, fingers pressing into his ankles, visualising to himself the tightening of a grasp.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

OBJECTIVE: B (PROTECT SEERS)
LOCATION: ATOLLON, SURFACE
EQUIPMENT: IN SIGNATURE
MOUNT: DRAEL SKAG
COMRADES: Seer Kalanthir | OPEN

The Zealot Elite and his skag mount rode close to the chariot carrying the seer.
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The other two Elites rode skags of their own, the trio forming a V around and behind the chariot. Currently, Kra'rolk held a position to the immediate right of the chariot. The trio rode in silence, the barren planet revealing no signs of life. However, the Elites could tell that something was off.

Usually, the pool of spiritual energy within Kra'rolk that was pristine and undisturbed unless he called upon it to power his weapons or his body. But within the past few minutes, the pool had begun to ripple in response to something on the planet. The energy was flowing erratically, beginning to resemble a whirlpool more than a pond.

"Are you also feeling this disturbance?" asked Kra'rolk to his commanding officer, who rode a skag behind the chariot.

"Yes, I am." replied the Elite Commander. "My spiritual power is as unsteady as yours."

"Perhaps the Seer can provide an explanation for this imbalance." continued Kra'rolk before turning his attention to the chariot on his left.

He lowered the reins of his skag and began to stand up on top of the moving creature. While it was no easy feat, it was one he had perfected over his years of intensive combat training. After taking a single step to the left, he leaped off the skag and onto the side of the chariot. Kra'rolk's mount continued to maintain its position despite the absence of its rider: his personal skag was used to Kra'rolk making such temporary departures from its back. He gripped onto the side bar of the chariot, his feet firmly attached to the ledge of the vehicle. He decided against opening the Seer's meditation sphere, as he respected the privacy of his pious kin. Instead, he inquired from his position on the side of the chariot.

"Wise Seer, do you know what is causing this disturbance in the energy of the spirit?"

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: B
Post: One
Tags: Krarolk T'manu | Seer Kalanthir |

If one could call this anything? It was a phenomenon. Whether it was this planet or the grouping of Seers in toe; everything was strange. It wasn't often Tathra felt out of his element, but now things were changing. Whispers were abound within their Enforcers and now the Seers ventured beyond the safety of Draemidus. If some great force being was here, why did they insist on putting themselves all in jeopardy?

It was then that the Zealot Krarolk moved to speak with one of the Seers, and Tathra caught himself like a proverbial lump in his throat, fear had clouded his judgement. Fear. The fear put knots in his stomach, everything about this planet seemed like it didn't want them here. But, it wasn't afraid. It was an unusual feeling, walking into a fight knowing it might be lost already. It was strange, he thought he KNEW that. But he didn't, for once he knew nothing. For so many years he'd never felt out of depth, he'd always known more or contended with the wisdom of the Seers.

Now it felt as if he was at odds with the Seers. But perhaps that was the fear, fear effected everything. Efficiency most of all, and a detriment to unity was distrust. He'd known to trust them before, what was different about now? Nothing. He had to tell himself, nothing at all was different. They would face this together.

He wished to speak, but decided to wait for the Seer and Krarolk to converse first. What he had to say could wait, hopefully the Seers had figured out why they were here by now. He hoped - ah, that was it. His grip was loosened, when he lead operations they knew everything they needed to. But now he had to rely on others for information, that made sense to him.

Tathra forced his attention to return to the surroundings around them, he was leading them and a misstep due to too much introspection would be pathetic. Too much introspection could be dangerous in more ways than one.

 

[Seer Kalanthir]

Objective B
Post Two
Tags - Convoy Participants | Krarolk T'manu |

The blood, the flesh. The flesh of the ground, roots and black voids. The force entity would elude until it could no longer hide, and the harder that would become as they continued. Patience was required.

Kalanthir was taken from his concentration, idle hands sought reconciliation. Idle hands troubled more than those who made it apparent. The orbalisk within the chariot came apart, the force concentration that held it in place unfolded into many plates dull black plates as the strange and twisted head of the Seer slowly shifted to look to the Zealot beside him.

Before he could quite 'see' the Zealot, his own mind seemed to have a dull oppression upon the Zealot. Not on purpose, but the air grew thick as if his mere focus would cause another being to tremble. Dead air, uncontested.

We are not welcome. We are trespassers, the flesh of this world counts us as not only foreign but also a threat. The many legged creatures follow us beneath the surface.

He explained as well as he could to the little minded Zealot. He did not count that perception as insult, but as fact. His attention shifted to their Chieftain slightly as he walked to the front of the Chariot. The fresh air was not even soothing, everything about this world felt accursed.

The 'calm' before the storm.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: C
Tags: TBD
Post: 1

He would have perhaps felt fear heading into the depths of these caves were it not for the small army that came with. Two-hundred Brutes of the 10th Regiment and nearly a thousand Drones moved into the maze of tunnels that were the outer entrance to one of the larger hives on the planet.

They had sent sixty Sirracus ahead to map out the tunnels for them, but it seemed like an endless maze. The Primarch's senses were stunted by the hold the force entity seemed to have on the planet. But he could still feel the creatures, they were hiding. Watching.

"Maintain constant communication, let's not lose anyone prematurely." His mind thought needlessly, but he knew the truth was that it would be premature. The Shamans understood that these creatures would be difficult to tame, and a hostile force presence made that all the more difficult.

 

[Galak]

Objective: C
Post: One
Tags: Primarch Drek'ma

"If I get spider guts all over my armour, its on you Primarch,"

Galak half-whispered the false threat as he checked to make sure he'd loaded explosive rounds into his RAW. This was the third time he'd checked, but his eyes were exhausted; looking from corner to corner every few seconds just waiting for some creature to come out and die. He'd killed plenty of unspeakable, nameless things. But that didn't mean he liked having to deal with them.

"You heard the Primarch, stay sharp Brutes!"

With that in mind, Galak raised his weapon, pressing the butt into his shoulder as he paced his movements. He was fine with the Primarch being a few steps ahead of him. Either way, his bullets'd be faster than any puny little fleshy arachnid.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: C
Tags: Galak
Post: 2

The Primarch had almost entirely forgotten about the entity that was the Emissary Galak, not so much that he had forgotten the existence of the Draelvasier opposite him. But, he'd forgetting about the individual. Often times he was so used to the mental company of creatures and beasts that he forgot that others were more than that.

"As you say, Emissary." Was all he had to offer in ways of conversation.

He wasn't interested in socialising, all these gnawing distractions were simply that. Gnawing, biting vermin that pulled at him. The Primarch generated a grander light from the catalyst in his staff; raising it slightly as he felt some of the Krykna retreat from where they spied upon their forces.

"We're being watched, Emissary."

 

[Galak]

Objective: C
Post: Two
Tags: Primarch Drek'ma |

The strange Shaman Leader's response was dry and flippant. It didn't exactly sit well with Galak but he'd grown used to it by now. Ever since he had became an Emissary of the Bryn, he'd come to know the other Emissaries and even some of the Seers like Kalanthir. But also equally he'd been in contact with so many others from various branches of the Bryn'adul.

Like Warlock Hrajlmak, and the Shaman beside him. Primarch Drek'ma. A Shaman that had his talons firmly wrapped around some of their most powerful beasts. Was that role all too dissimilar from the Chieftains? His mind immediately wondered, what would happen if these pivotal people died in one grand battle.

If Tathra, Seers and individuals like the Primarch disappeared tomorrow, would their civilisation survive? Galak knew he would take up any burden he could to help their species thrive, but he wasn't entirely sure he was up to the task. It was never a matter of would he try but if he could even be successful. Galak knew he wasn't Tathra Khaeus. He could never be, Tathra Khaeus.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: C
Tags: Galak
Post: 3

The deeper they delved, the more the Primarch felt that aura of unwelcome grow. It was an unsettling feeling, to already feel outmatched in some capacity by the great sense of unknown. But the Primarch did not feel dread nor fear, simply something.. Else he could not quite place as to what.

As they moved through the tunnels, it wasn’t long until they were entirely surrounded. From within the walls, the Primarch drew to a halt. These creatures were guided by a presence, intelligent. This would be their death if they did not begin now. The Primarch raised his stubb in the way of the Emissary, wordlessly commanding them to halt as he searched for one of the closest of the Krykna.

He could feel it, the creature. Its mind was strange, intolerant to strong emotions. Luckily for him, he was nearly devoid of any entirely. There was some pride in that notion.

 

[Galak]

Objective: C
Post: Three
Tags: Primarch Drek'ma

They continued on further, but it was hard to ignore the clacking of strange little legs and the chittering all around them. Galak was about ready to open fire with incendiary rounds. He wasn’t risking the lives of his Brutes or even the Drones over some damn beasties.

“I think its time we star-”

The Emissary was cut off as the Primarch simply stopped, seemingly silently in agreement with the Brute as he entered something of a trance. Galak had seen Shamans do it before, when they took control of beasts. He watched as the chittering stopped, it seemed they all reacted. But he couldn’t tell exactly what the Primarch was trying to do. But they had to be ready. He wasn’t having a repeat of Hurikkane. Galak raised his gauntlet, speaking into the communications slot.

“Weapons at the ready.” The Brute’s order went out to all their forces.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: C
Tags: Galak
Post: 4

His mind could feel it, the distance between them both physically and mentally shortened as his mind’s eye was directed toward the creature. The Primarch knew it was close, and unlike the greater presence it still retained animal curiosity.

The Primarch reached into its primitive mind, goading it to reveal itself with a warmth balm of curiosity of his own. The creature reached out, the entity's hold was not so great it’s hold of one of many could compete with the Primarch entirely, and quickly he snatched up the little vermin.

Though, the immediate distress of the Krykna alerted its kin. No doubt, a violent intervention was imminent. The Primarch closed his eyes, turning his head to the Emissary.

“They’re coming.” He spoke, plainly.

 

[Galak]

Objective: C
Post: Four
Tags: Primarch Drek'ma |

Coming? That's great. All he did was nod, raising his automatic and aiming directly above himself as he opened fire. The ceiling came apart as a dead Kyrkna fell from the tunnel wall. Galak stepped on its corpse and opened fire as another began to dig throug the wall.

“Weapons free!” Galak grinned as more came from the hole in the sealing like insects. One leapt for him, Galak roared, striking it down as it came for him with a swing of his RAW and blasting it to pieces as it hit the ground.

Another’s clawed leg grasped his shoulder, Galak grasped it with his free hand and yanked the creature to him as he turned on his right foot, elbowing it to the ground before stepping on its abdomen and ripping the leg from its socket.

“I think we woke the nest, my brothers! Tear these bugs apart!”

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: C
Tags: Galak
Post: 5

The Primarch was handley protected by the Emissary. The dogged warrior’s fortitude on the battlefield was impressive, he could hear the tear of flesh and bone. He knew carnage was ensuing even with his eyes closed. The Primarch would not allow himself to be distracted.

Even the momentary thought given to the Emissary had allowed the krykna to inch further away. The physical space between them was an issue, but would not be for long. He had to tighten his grip before he could physically act.

Even with all the Krykna beginning to attack, it seemed the entity's attention was divided, split and weakened. He did not know why, but he capitalised on it.

 

[Galak]

Objective: C
Post: Five
Tags Primarch Drek'ma

There were more of them, animals were always more dangerous when cornered. But right now, he was the one feeling like he was cornered. Two came at his flanks, Galak shoved the barrel into the one on his right as the other leapt at him, snapping at his left arm with its pronged teeth. Galak blew apart the creature’s face, destroying it with spiker rounds and rocking its body backward.

The second Krykna stabbed its teeth into his wrist, Galak roared in pain; feeling its piercing teeth gnawing into his flesh. Galak turned, dropping his rifle and pushing the creature downward and started pummeling it with his fist. Grabbing half of its face with his hand and tearing it away as he kicked the creature backward.

Another went for his legs, stabbing its teeth into his knee. A nuisance, Galak activated his wrist-mounted blades and thrust the two serrated blades into the creature’s strange bulbous head, cutting it in half. The Emissary looked around, seeing that even his fellow Brutes were struggling. There were seemingly hundreds of this brood.

“Work with haste, Primarch!”

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: C
Tags: Galak
Post: 6

The Primarch thrust the base of the Staff against the wall between himself and the vulnerable Kyrkna, empowering the strike with the force and causing the tunnel wall to shatter. The Primarch pulled the creature from the wall as it attempted to retreat.

Drek’ma threw the beast to the ground, using the force to weaken it enough to remain on the ground. His fingers loosened around the shaft as he outstretched, his senses forced on to the Krykna.

He delved into its mind, attempting to vanquish the creature’s fear and force it into a submissive state. Pushing past the instinct, its mind was to be rendered dormant as he would take control. Even though the creature seemed more resistant than most wild beasts, every push brought him one step closer.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: B
Post: Two
Tags: Krarolk T'manu | Seer Kalanthir | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Kyrim Tenebris | Naramphra |

The group trudged on as the Seers continued their search. Though Tathra could not feel the force the way they did, he did indeed feel the shifts in the air and the rumblings of hundreds of creatures underground. Tathra's elite hearing sometimes proved to be a distraction, his face frowned at that notion. He was thinking it, but he didn't believe it. Everything about this world seemed to wish to convince him he was a poor leader.

His focus narrowed, looking around them. The force entity was no doubt sentient, or at least an intelligent creature. It was toying with their minds, perhaps not all of them. But indeed it was interacting with his thoughts, forcing more self-doubt than he'd like.

"Be wary kin, this entity seems inclined to try and twist thought."

Tathra raised his gauntlet as a small mental notion indicated he was being hailed. Tathra listened as a Brute Officer reported an underground engagement, no doubt the efforts of the Primarch to tame the native fauna. The Titan snorted; "Ready reinforcements if they call for them. Be ready for ambush."

Tathra stopped turning to the convoy, pointing his Long-Axe in the general direction of them all.

"That includes you all. The Krykna follow us in the hundreds."

 

[Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir]

Reidun Amersis
The Little Girl, Zealot minor​

Location: Atollon
Objective: OBJECTIVE B - Protect II
Equipment: 2x Barad kukri | Barad Spike Rifle | Barad Special Operations Armour
Tags: Tathra Khaeus | Krarolk T'manu | Seer Kalanthir | Kyrim Tenebris | Naramphra

It seems that this was beginning to characterize her, which she was not very happy about. Her command arrived late again, almost delaying joining the group. Luckily she arrived just in time, but she tried to pull herself together and may not be very conspicuous. She did not want to be noted that she was almost belated again. Especially on a team where there were such high-ranking individuals, among other things, the Chieftain was here again. They were moving slowly, and she was watching the environment and the surroundings according to the command she had received earlier.

She also stopped when the Chieftain stopped the convoy. She was not nervous about what the Chieftain had said. Reidun just nodded after this she just secured her weapon and looked around to see if she could see the enemy. She hadn't seen their traces yet, though she wasn't even Force Sensitive, so it was harder for her, even if she didn't know it. But she did not doubt for a moment the word of the Chieftain. In thought she was already prepared for the impending battle where the enemy will be slaughtered.

<”When will they arrive, Chieftain?”> she asked.

Meanwhile she was already positioned like that to protect those who need it, when the attack starts against them…

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[Krarolk T'manu]

OBJECTIVE: B (PROTECT SEERS)
LOCATION: ATOLLON, SURFACE
EQUIPMENT: IN SIGNATURE
MOUNT: DRAEL SKAG
COMRADES: Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Seer Kalanthir | Tathra Khaeus | OPEN

The seer's ominous words made Krarolk feel a sudden sense of unease.
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After receiving the seer's reply, Krarolk leapt off the chariot and back onto his Skag. As he adjusted his position on his mount and took control of its reins, the Zealot realized something. There was a foreign presence nearby. While the jagged rock formations around the chariot and its escorts had previously been as still as the ground beneath them, Krarolk now caught glimpses of long white objects resembling limbs extending out from the shadows. After a few seconds, they would vanish, only to reappear behind another rock, keeping pace with the convoy. The mysterious appendages appeared and dissappeared all around them, followed by the cries of animals of the Zealot Elites had ever seen before.

"I think there's a second group of the beasts at our-" called out Krarolk before he was cut off by a sudden series of movements.

In an instant, nearly fifty large, pale spiderlike creatures emerged from the rocks and crevices of the planet, all rushing towards the convoy. From his angle, it was hard for the Zealot to determine if there were any more of the creatures, but it seemed as if it would be likely that there would be at least some extra creatures who could not be seen through the horde.

"Defend the Seers!" yelled Krarolk in earnest.

At the same time, the three Zealot Elites altered their paths. They turned their Skags towards the creatures rushing all around them, and sped forwards as a well-coordinated trio. The Skags smashed into the spider-creatures at full speed, the thick hides and sharp horns of the Zealot mounts combined with their momentum making short work of about a dozen of them. However, even the Skags eventually lost their momentum, and began to bite and slash at the spider-creatures instead of charge them. The trio continued to ride their Skags, rider and mount working together to push back the horde. Aiming for what they believed were the creature's weak points (its eyes and its legs), the unit continued to bring down more monsters. Yet for every spider-creature that they eliminated, another took its place.

Worse yet, Krarolk still had a limited degree of control over his spiritual power, which had been unstable ever since he arrived on the planet. Consequently, he could only use a small portion of his spiritual energy to enhance his combat attributes, leading to a less efficient battle performance. Even now, the Zealot could feel exhaustion start to creep into his body as he skewered the right eye of another creature.

Regardless, all three warriors engaging the enemy held the title of Zealot Elite. As among the finest warriors in the Byrnadul armies, they would not be brought down by savage rabble.

 

[Seer Kalanthir]

Objective B
Post Three
Tags - Convoy Participants | Tathra Khaeus | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Krarolk T'manu |

You cannot hide within the Storm. This world will burn and you WILL be forced to show yourself!

The violent domination enacted by the Primarch was forcing the entity to show itself, it was trying to combat the sway of the Shamans as well as hide. Kalanthir could feel the stress, the anger and the rage slowly beginning to take hold as aggression became like a swath of air across the planet.

The current changed like a ripple in the water, suddenly they were surrounded as more Krykna came from the crags and rocky trees. The Seer felt the pressure, the force entity continued to fight them indirectly. The Seer ignored the plight of his companions, instead turning his mental direction to the other Seers, including their Hierarch.

Let us join our might. The blood and the roots. The void will be shown. The gate has been unlatched, and we will see what you hide. BENDU.