Dominion The Bryn'adûl | The Savage Blur that Took Sriluur

[Kad]

Objective B - Planetside
Tags: Galak | Hrajlmak'Natok
Post: Five

Poignant thought was scattered as the Zealot snarled, returning to comforting thoughts as he raised his weapon; breaking into a jog as he followed the blood trail of the Savage Drones. What wounded soldiers had occupied the corridors had been torn apart, slashed and hacked by the many arms of the Savages and their massive jagged tooth jaws. He followed the sounds of combat, leading him to an open courtyard where the Brutes had pushed through.

Gredak moved to the upper levels, pushing through a staircase as he took the Kukri from his thigh, cutting through the stomach of a distracted soldier as he passed by, firing off four spiker shots, dropping two holding the corner of the staircase. A shot to the chest and stomach for each, both were thrown back by each blast. The Zealot turned the corner of the stairs, throwing his Kukri into the chest of the soldier at the top of the stairs, taking the Shredder from his back as he dodged the falling corpse.

The Spiker magnetised to his back, switching to a secondary Shredder as a ripple of explosions cut across the upper courtyards. The ruby crystals tracked in on their opponents, the crystalline spikes sunk into their flesh; splashing into hundreds of lacerating smaller crystals. The sheer force tore limbs apart and seemingly eviscerated their tiny leathery brown heads upon impact. The Zealot snarled with delight, opening fire in multiple directions at their marksmen.

 

[Sarask Hiskt]

Objective A – Space Station

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Post: Five

The humans were putting on the heat, literally in the case of her makeshift shield. She wasn’t specialised to deal with a direct confrontation, but if she ran, they’d shoot her down, if she charged forward, they’d shoot her down. If she tried climbing along the walls or ceiling, they’d shoot her down, or maybe she’d get lucky. She didn’t really like relying on luck, though, that made it all the more fun if she pulled it off.

But for now, she was slowly marching on the fortification. She glanced down, it looked as though the table legs had some kind of clamp on them. She shuffled to the left. She didn’t want to get so close as to be able to protect from the front but not the sides. She flipped over the clamp, and the first leg came free. She moved around to do the same, and the blaster fire stopped. She peeked her head over the shield and swiftly moved it back again as they resumed fire for a little bit. Seems they were preserving ammo.

Once all of the clamps were gone, she did the same to the one on her other side. She soon kicked the table with her right foot, sending it spiralling toward the fortifications on each of their sides, sending them back and smacking into the soldiers behind them. Only the opening directly in front of her was safe, and not for long. Sarask charged.

 

[Osam]

Objective A
Post 5

The Sraelvun were caught in a difficult position now with the steaming mist continuing to pour out of the pipe. They were still able and disciplined enough to force themselves through it if they needed, but they couldn't stand within the direct blast of the steam without serious harm coming to themselves. That meant that their ability to maneuver had been hindered even more, and since they were the aggressors, the padawan could very easily halt their progress simply by waiting and continuing to make them waste munitions.

Osam could approach and withdraw as he pleased, but he didn't enjoy his chances against a trained melee combatant. He'd seen a number of the Knights in action with their plasma blades and their strange psionic abilities. Even though he had risen to a place of greater worth than he had been, he was still uncertain he could defeat such an opponent by himself... he had gone so long relying upon the presence and cooperation of his peers that he'd nearly forgotten what it meant to fight solo.

Yet... if he could take the learner, then that meant he could eventually grow strong enough even to fight the masters of their craft. If he could display his prowess in battle now by eliminating this roadblock to the assault, then he could demonstrate that his elevation among the throng of common Sraelvun had been well-earned and deserved and not merely a fluke of circumstance. With a raised hand, he halted his drones, and a moment later passed his spiker rifle to the sturdy Grenadier.

The padawan was perplexed to see him abandoning his weapon, but the Jedi presumed correctly that he was preparing to face him alone in single combat. His hand dropped to the kukri at his side, a weapon given to him by Hraelga Nacht as a symbol of his worth. It was the gift of this tool that had granted him his favorable appraisal, and when it had tasted the blood of the Jedi, it would validate it once again. Adopting a fighting stance somewhat akin to those he had seen utilized by fiercer warriors in the past, Osam jutted the blade out in challenge, and with a flick of a lightsaber, it was accepted.

Hrajlmak'Natok | Sarask Hiskt | Kyrim Tenebris Leknion

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective: B
Post: 5
Tags: Leknion / Osam / Sarask Hiskt / Kyrim Tenebris / Kad

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An evacuation vessel on final approach became Hrajlmak's new target. After the last breathing thing had been silenced, the large group moved hastily onward to where the vessel was beginning to land. This was more what Hrajlmak yearned for. the euphoria of culling and destruction.

Trekking across the desert, Sriluur's harsh sun began to weigh heavy on Hrajlmak. His footsteps were cumbersome and his breathing hard. Almost half way Hrajlmak slowed to a halt and leaned under a large rock, waving his hand and ordering the rest to carry on. In the shade he took a deep breath and exhaled hard. His body felt old and thick. He came to thoroughly hate taking hot worlds.

Hrajlmak's group gathered outside the town where the vessel had docked. Being an evacuation point this location was far more heavily defended. The walls were reinforced and those manning them had begun heavy fire on the invaders already. By the time Hrajlmak had caught up, the first flames had begun to lick the town's edges. He felt like an old man having to keep pace with a younger crowd. It infuriated him. Weakness bared its ugly teeth deep within his bones.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: One
Objective: B
Tags: @Ihopenooneisinthiscity

The Primarch stood, watching from a distance mountain as Al-Hadad broke through the surface. The massive four-thousand metre long serpent tore through the earth, its massive black spikes causing thundering earth quakes as the great creature rippled through the ground.

Before it even reached the city, buildings began to fall - crumbling under their own weight as the foundations began to stretch and wain as the Serpents mandible set head tore through the earth. The ground stretched upward like a shell as it cracked, entire blocks of buildings became scattered shards as the great Al-Hadad tore through the earth with ease. s

Seemingly hundreds of thousands of lives torn away with almost no effort as the great creature bellowed a roar that could be heard for many hundreds of miles. Its cries were nigh so great that the earth shook as the beast feasted on everyone and everything. Mountains shifted, crashing into the city as great bounds of its flesh rose up in semi-circles every few hundred metres as its massive form worked in independent segments to terrorise everything in its periphery.

 

[Sarask Hiskt]

Objective A – Space Station

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Post: Six

The sides were blocked, the way was clear. Almost, at least, the front was still showering blaster fire now, but she had her heated up shield. She hadn’t checked around it, but it was sure to start melting soon. That was going to be unfortunate, had it taken longer for her, since it didn’t, for them. With her flanks safe, she marched forward, gathering up speed, faster and faster down the mess hall. She could hear frantic scuffling and shouts before she slammed into the barricade of tables. The smell of sizzling meat wafted through the air. Seemed some of them weren’t able to run out of the way in time.

Sarask looked at the barricade. Could she afford a diversion at the moment? She pulled the door out of the bunch of tables, peering inside for a moment. One of the soldiers was stuck to the door, seemed he was unfortunate enough to not wear any armour. She did notice something though, stuck to his belt, because he wore trousers. A round thing. One of their grenades? She unhooked it from his belt and put the door back.

She was sure you had to press something with these. She clicked a button. It started beeping. Was that the go sound? She was pretty sure it was unsafe to use a grenade in a space station. Or, one of their grenades. She shrugged, threw it over the barricade and into their side, then ran along the hallway, closing the door behind her, listening idly to the screams, the sudden explosion, and then the silence. With that out of the way, she continued on.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Two
Objective: B
Tags: @Ihopenooneisinthiscity

The Primarch felt it all, Hadad acted as a catalyst as a surge of energy ran through the Primarch. Everything, he felt it. The fears of those under the great magnitudes of flesh that made up the scaled caparace of the Serpent.

The majestic grandeur of the creature was equally terrifying and awe inspiring as it slithered through the earth. Indiscriminately. "They cannot comprehend your grandeur, my child. They fear you out of ignorance. They do not know your duty, your mission. You will destroy so we can begin anew!"

As the Primarch spoke Hadad violently surged forward, the curves in his form that broke through the surface now turned, twisting as the black spines cut through the earth as Hadad spiralled downward into the mountians, seemingly collapsing everything in sight as the city crumbled in upon itself.

 

[Galak]

Objective: B
Tags: Kad | Primarch Drek'ma | Hrajlmak'Natok |
Post: Two

With the Zealots attacking from above and the pressure put in place by the Savage Drones, the Brutes were easily able to push into the Weequay's compound; the Emissary Galak lead the charge into the bottom floor courtyard. The Brutes pushed the Heavies to the front, using their riot shields to block the in coming fire as the Grenadiers fired overhead; flushing their enemy out of cover so that their Brute warriors could eliminate them and push forward.

Galak darted through a maze of blaster fire, explosions and screams of pain seemed to engulf every sense. The courtyard was crowed, the Weequay didn't even seem to have enough room for their own. Soon those they killed became mounds, new cover for both sides. It was slow, tedious. They were as numerous as a swarm of Savage Drones.

"This is taking too long. Raugh!" Galak snarled, impatiently pushing forward as he grasped the fallen shield of one of their Phalanx. Galak rushed the enemy fortifications, breaking through the stone wall as he crashed into their number. Some were taken from their feet whilst others began opening fire at the Emissary.

 

[Osam]

Objective: A
Post 6

Osam had been alive for an exceptionally long time in drone standards. Many of his comrades had faced their inevitable ends many years before he would face his own, their bodies having already rotted away into mere husks of bone and detritus on a dozen conquered worlds. In his lifetime, he had been involved in countless conflicts and skirmishes and battles, and while his nature had kept him from excelling beyond a modicum of talent -- he was an excellent proponent of satisficing -- that didn't mean that he hadn't been in similar situations at some point in the dark and blood-spilled past.

A decade of personal combats flashed through his mind as he thought of his best opening moves, which attacks had landed him sudden and fight-ending wounds on their first presentation. He thought too of the myriad of blows he had sustained throughout his life, of the sharp stab of a kukri piercing his palm, and the touch of a knifing blade at his back. He even thought of the burning intensity that had flooded his nervous system when his fingers had been fused to his palm by a well-placed blaster bolt and the agonizing surgery that had followed to separate the fleshy appendages from one another.

The plasmatic blade wielded by the Padawan wouldn't cause an injury quite like that of the blaster, but the searing feeling would be all the same if it landed. Though instinctually he knew that if he felt the burning touch of the saber, then the fight would have already ended.

For his part, the Jedi padawan seemed none the more intent on rushing forward and having the harsh kukri dug into his stomach as recompense for his expeditious charge. A hundred fights like this one would be carried out throughout the galaxy before the Crusade had come to its end, and the victory of each duel would signal the fate of every duel after it. Each fallen Jedi was a death knell to every Jedi who had yet been encountered, and each Bryn'adul warrior who fell to their blades signaled a renewed defense of the weakling worlds under their watch.

Osam began to circle his opponent as best as he was able, moving to and fro between the two extremes of the hallway in an attempt at locating an opening, but there wasn't any that he could see. The learner was young, but he wasn't foolish enough for such an easy mistake. In the past, acceptance of a wound had allowed the Risen-Srael to gain an advantage over his enemy by drawing in close, but he could accept no injury from the lightsaber and still hope to survive the battle.

He drew closer, nearer, and thought that if he were some wild animal, he might be able to smell the fear on the Padawan. A sudden feint shot out from the Major as he aimed a shot roughly at center mass of his foe before drawing back swiftly from the superior range of the Jedi. As expected, there was a slight twist of motion from the learner as he anticipated a blow that didn't come only to return shortly after to his defensive stance.

Sarask Hiskt | Kyrim Tenebris

 

[Sarask Hiskt]

Objective A – Space Station

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Post: Seven

Once more she braved the continuous hallways, breaking out into deserted areas. At some point, she returned to the hallway by accident. Why did they have to make these so maze-like? She did, however, get to see the results of her little escapade. Each and every table that hadn’t been bolted down had some manner of gore and blood to it. It really was quite impressive, they had exploded all over the place. Really good grenade, but probably still inferior to the Bryn’adul ones. She should get one, perhaps. She checked their bodies. They had a few of their grenades, so she stuffed them between her chains and her crystalline skin.

She continued onward, looking about. This time she tried a different hallway. Pulling the door apart, she looked inside. Looked like an escape pod room, had a bunch of humanoids and their progeny inside. They looked at her, wide-eyed. She moved on, they were going to die anyway, waste of time. She had a bigger thing to kill. Namely, the space station itself.

She came across a very small room indeed, it had a bunch of buttons within it. She squinted, before realising. It must be what they called “an elevator”. She squeezed herself in and looked upon the buttons with eldritch symbols. She pressed a random one, and she felt the elevator groan under her weight, but continue on upward.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Three
Objective: B
Tags: @Ihopenooneisinthiscity

"We shall not stop - we, will never stop!" The Primarch brought his hand ahead of him, directing the massive Al-Hadad to the next settlement. In the field beyond it, thousands ran for their lives as Hadad approached. Drek'ma commanded the great serpent to bend to his will, its entire mass shifting as it thrust its tail in the way of their passage.

Its great form rose from the earth as it turned and twisted into itself, creating a mote with the depths of a black abyss around the largest portion of the stragglers running from their home. Those around them were dropped into the mote, crushed by churning rock or killed from the fall as Hadad darted head first into the largest area of the settlement.

The great Hadad rose up from the earth as it thrust its great maw into the earth. Everything for hundreds of kilometres shook as its great mass slammed through the earth, causing everything nearby to plummet. The force of its crash caused its tai to whip through the island surrounded by the mote, crushing it and forcing a terrible death upon those isolated upon it like it was merely an afterthought.

 

[Kad]

Objective B - Planetside
Tags: Galak | Hrajlmak'Natok
Post: Six

Whilst the Brutes flooded the bottom levels, their Savage Drones cut off any retreat as they flooded the exits and corridors. Every soldier left in this base was in this multi-level courtyard. Boxed in, trapped by the Bryn'adûl. They knew it and it made them fight harder, but it was ultimately to no avail. Gredak's dual shredders made little work of anyone in front of him.

It was a hopeless endeavour, the upper-levels rippled with crimson-pink explosions as Gredak fired off with reckless abandon, letting the crystals track his enemies as he made his way around the circular floor. Savage Drones began to pour out from their hiding spots, attacking the Weequay soldiers as they attempted to retreat. Gredak leapt down from the top of the stairwell down to lower floor.

The Weequay soldiers were on either side of him, most of them didn't even notice him. He couldn't blame them, what with dealing with the push of the Emissary below and the Savage Drones routing them out from cover; it was a losing battle and all coherent thought was lost when you were fighting for your life and knew it was futile. The Zealot raised his Shredder, firing off a single bolt into the head of a soldier firing from a crouched position.

 

[Osam]

Objective: A
Post 7

Another feint, this one higher than the first, and a similar reaction from the Jedi, though this time he swung back with the lightsaber, intent on catching the Risen-Srael before he had withdrawn fully. There was little in the way of momentum behind the swing, though, and it was judged altogether exiguous for the purpose of catching the Major.

The Padawan was jumpy when it came to the feints, quick to respond even to the slightest indication of an attack, and Osam began to wonder whether the young fellow couldn't sense when his blows would ring true like so many of his companions. Could it be that the danger-sense that they all supposedly felt hadn't manifested itself fully in the learner? Did that mean that he couldn't tell anything more than what his eyes and ears saw and heard? A devious plan filled the heart of the Risen-Srael, his oft-hand drawing back somewhat as though preparing to unleash something fierce with full-force.

And then, as he had seen in the past, his hand shot forward like a missile, palm opened towards the Padawan in a mock imitation of the telekinetic pushes they had manifested. Whether through a lack of sensing ability or because of the presence of the Shamans elsewhere on the station disrupting his abilities, the Learner saw the movement and immediately threw his own Force powers into a defensive shield meant to disrupt a perceived threat that wouldn't come. Seeing his opening, Osam flew forward like a deranged beast, kukri in hand as it slashed and lashed to and fro in rapid succession. Blood fell to the ground as a gash was cut across the man's stomach and again across his hip.

Realizing his mistake, he pulled the saber downwards to cut off the assault of the Sraelvun, but the distance gap had been closed between the two and the ferocity of the Srael was something to be witnessed from behind protective glass. The oft-hand which had feinted the possession of unnatural powers now caught onto the wrist of the Padawan, holding the plasmatic blade at bay as the kukri continued its vile work of hacking and cutting. There was panic in the motion of the Jedi now as he was carved into with reckless abandon, and it manifested in a supernatural thrust of Force, forcing Osam back behind the steam curtain.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Four
Objective: B
Tags: @Ihopenooneisinthiscity

The serpent lurched deep into the ground as it moved for the centre of the settlement, its black spines like a whirlwind as it cut through the city like butter. Skyscrapers fell and the entire settlement trembled as its centre collapsed in upon itself.

The chilling grip of death tightening around those who remained as the only thing sustaining the land was the mass of Hadad itself, as the great serpent slithered away; large segments collapsed in upon themselves as buildings collided into one and other as streets stretched in impossible directions as layers of apartments shook and tore, falling into the depths and scattering bodies in all directions.

The screams of the damned flooded the senses of the Primarch, his power drawn from the fear they held. Some were brave till the last, but they fell all the same. So much death, it gave him some great sustenance as Al-Hadad acted as a catalyst for his will, the deaths it caused warped into force energy for the Primarch.

 

[Galak]

Objective: B
Tags: Kad | Hrajlmak'Natok | Primarch Drek'ma
Post: Three

The Brutes at his side followed him into the carnage, melee weapons drawn as the battle slowly became a bloody gore fest. Galak thrust his Glaive through a man, splitting him from hip to scalp. Blood shot out in a projectile, covering his one good eye. The Brute Emissary had to stop, rubbing away the liquid as he activated the wrist-mounted blades of his gauntlet.

Galak hacked and slashed through them, loosing seemingly any finesse as he cut down a dozen Weequay in his path. One thrust a vibrospear into a gap in his armour. He felt the spinning blade tear into his carapace, muscle churning like it was in a blender as he roared; dropping his Glaive and pulling the spear tip out from his gut as he slashed with his wrist-blades.

The Weequay darted under his swing and moved to thrust again, but Galak still had the spear's upper length firmly grasped in his hand. But before Galak could retaliate, the brave Weequay was cut down by a shower of spiker rounds as the Brutes pushed further into the base, up the stairs, spreading through the courtyard.

 

[Sarask Hiskt]

Objective A – Space Station

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Post: Eight

The area was a little cramped. Sarask had to tuck her legs against the wall, sitting on the floor with her tail wrapped around her. Her head, just a bit too long to rest comfortably back, was pressed forward. At least she knew for certain that no one could see her in such a position. She glanced up. There was a little box with a red light on it. She reached over with her hands and pulled it from its socket, then crushed it in her hands. Was it some kind of gun? She was lucky it didn’t notice her yet. She threw aside the pieces.

She heard a thump on the elevator, causing it to groan. She thought it might start dropping further down, but it seemed to hold steady. She saw the hatch up above open, and a humanoid dropped in between her legs. She stared at it. It stared at her. It ignited a lightsaber and she drew her weapons, sparks flying in the small room. It didn’t seem to be too proficient with it, but at the moment she had the disadvantage.

She crossed her weapons into an X, entrapping the saber. She didn’t want to spend too much time with the deadlock, she hated testing her weapons against heat.

 

[Kyrim Tenebris]

His Laevateinn Blades dropping into his palms and securely gripped, Kyrim charged forwards, swinging a dagger in an arc and holding the second dagger back in preparation of attack.

For a Draelvasier, Kyrim sported small weapons, such as a spike rifle or his daggers, but to the average human, his weapons were gigantic with the daggers being proportionate to shortswords and the spike rifle to a small cannon. And this jedi was of average human size. Small.

The Jedi blocked the first slash with his bright green lightsaber, expecting for the blade to be cut in two and in doing so decrease the potency of his opponent. But today was going to be filled with surprises for the jedi, first Kyrim, second the blade not being sliced in two by the lightsaber and instead driving the saber to the side due to the power behind the swing, and according to Kyrim, the eventual death of this jedi. For it was not Drael, and so it was inherently weak, even if it managed to kill a zealot by surprise.

Sensing that his guard was failing, the Jedi threw a barrier up, stopping the blade form finishing its arc and chopping off an arm or a hand. IT was slightly visible, such was its intensity. But it would not be enough...

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Five
Objective: B
Tags: @Ihopenooneisinthiscity

The earth quaked as Hadad flinched, seemingly whipping its tail upward, prying itself free from the earth as it crashed through everything in its vicinity. Trees, landfills, habitats of all kind destroyed as Hadad consumed all in its path.

The Primarch's gaze slowly shifted to the already collapsing city that stretched along the length of the mountain range. The ground had already been torn so much, the mountains were barely standing as is. All that was required was a little push. In one sleeping motion, the great Al-Hadad dove into the base of the mountain. It felt like the entire planet shook as a massive mountain at the centre of the city began to break apart.

The mountain tore in both directions as Al-Hadad tore through the ground on either side, forcing both mountians to dip into the newly made chasm.

 

[Galak]

Objective: B
Tags: Kad | Hrajlmak'Natok | Primarch Drek'ma | Ehud
Post: Four

When Galak pushed up the staircase, his heavy feet crushed the individual steps underneath; turning it into rubble as he slowly made his way up. He didn't like this feeling of being boxed in, these foreign civilisations always had such in-closed spaces. He much preferred Drael architecture, so much grand wide spaces where anyone and everyone could move freely.

Well, with the exception of the Draeyde caves. No one but the beast masters of the Shaman order ventured into those. Not that he wanted to, he'd seen what those creatures could do. As he came to the top of the staircase, a blade swung for his throat; Galak dipped low and slashed at the knees, taking both as the soldier fell screaming onto his back. Perhaps what he did wasn't much different. Galak pulled himself upward, stomping on the head and torso of the sobbing corpse. The next soldier on his right was tackled to the ground by a Savage Drone leaping from the shadows, the one on his left cut down by his kin.

Above them, it seemed the Zealot had everything in hand. He wasn't fond of the wretch, but he got things done. Galak knew not all Zealots were like Gredak, but it was something about him in particular that rubbed the Brute wrong.

"Keep pushing! Crush them!" The lull in the combat was over.

 

[Sarask Hiskt]

Objective A – Space Station

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Post: Nine

Sarask was at a disadvantage and the Jedi knew it. Every now and then he swung for one of her legs that made up his surroundings, but she managed to hook her kasurigamas around the blade before it could touch, though they came uncomfortably close at times, it was getting a bit hot. She wasn’t sure when the elevator would stop, she just had to hold out until then.

Every time she tried to attack him, he blocked and reposted, and she did the same, an endless struggle only stopped when the smaller creature got a lucky hit, or when the terrain changed. They soon found their rhythm, and Sarask was given a little time to plan.

It was when the room stopped that she put it into action. The moment the doors began to open, she screamed at him, sending small tremors of the Force against him. He countered with a Force shield, and that gave her time to draw her legs back and kick him out of the elevator. The lightsaber singed her leg, but she worked through it. So long as it was hurting, it wasn’t severed. She exited into some kind of control room. Some of the denizens were still reeling from her scream, while the Jedi was clutching his stomach with one hand, and his lightsaber in the other. Perhaps she broke a bone or two?