Skirmish The First Stand

[Watcher Lord]

There is a shadow extending over the Galaxy - a ravenous horde poised to consume all in its path has already turned much of the Eastern Systems into nothing more than barren wastes as countless trillions have perished, and many species have been pushed to the brink of extinction or have been wiped out completely. This horde of ravenous beasts, the shadowy aberrations that slowly ungulate towards the Core Worlds are known as the Bryn'adul. A threat to the Galaxy as a whole - however - hope has shown through, and in recent months they've tasted defeat as in the darkness a candle of hope still burns brightly, refusing to be diminished by their hand. First, it was the Jedi that lead an incursion into Bryn'adul held Territory that struck at the very heart of the Empire of Consumption - Draemidus Prime. Then, the second cut came from the newly established Commonwealth of Worlds that lead the charge on Dubrava, a once peaceful world of farms and marshes. However, it was only a matter of time until the Bryn'adul sought to recuperate from these embarrassments and their ire and focus turned in short order to the next potential threat, a fortress world that had been gathering forces for the sole purpose of holding the line against the Bryn'adul and reclaiming those systems that had already consumed. With hungry eyes, they have lashed out against their newest foe...

The first crash had come unexpectedly, and it wasn't until the following vessels that tore through the skies and slammed into the outskirts did anyone realize that it had begun, the ravenous horde had sought out Lastwall first and on their homeworld no less. The outskirts of the Capital had become a ruined wasteland as thousands of civilians became casualties in an instance, yet thousands more remained trapped in their homes or hiding from the horrors that the cosmos had issued forth. The Militia barely had time to man the walls - only barely holding back the initial tide as the Siege of Sentinel begun - pitting the Lastwall Militia and Crusaders against the horrors of the Bryn'adul.

In space, the situation was no better - as the initial landings of the Bryn'adul first wave had caught the Lastwall Fleet off guard - only just holding back the Bryn'adul vessels from strengthening their already established foothold on the planet below. The lynchpin in the Lastwall Orbital Defense however has become the focus of the next phase, and much of the Lastwall Fleet has gathered near the Golan Defense Platform to protect it - thus ensuring that the second wave of Bryn'adul forces is incapable of making planetfall.

Now is the moment that all eyes of the Galaxy are upon the planet Lastwall and its defenders as they face down the consuming mass of carapaced horrors that have clawed their way through space in a bid to strike out against those that would pose a threat to their campaign of consumption. The Lastwall Militia and their Crusaders stand ever vigilant, manning the walls of Sentinel as they seek to push back the Bryn'adul horde - while in Orbit, the Lastwall Fleet has rallied together to make a defiant stand in a bid to break the Bryn'adul Fleet.

They are the Bastion of Light in the Darkness, and their Vigil is only just Begun.

They are the Lastwall!

Spoiler: Objectives

Ground Objective: Siege is Begin
The First Wave of Bryn'adul forces has managed to penetrate the Orbital Defenses and slip past the Lastwall Fleet. Colossal vessels have slammed into the Outskirts of the Capital City Sentinel, rendering thousands of Civilians as casualties, and trapping thousands more behind enemy lines. The Siege of Sentinel is Begun!

Space Objective: Burning Skies
With elements of the First Wave having managed to make Planetfall, the Bryn'adul Fleet is poised to attempt to land reinforcements - though in order to do so - they must first remove the Golan Defense Platform in Orbit to open up a Corridor. The Lastwall Fleet has gathered what vessels it can to make their stand and stop any more of the ravenous horde from landing on the planet.

Spoiler: Tags

The Bryn'adul

• Tathra Khaeus
• Keldothera
• Osam
• Galak
• Sylok'Vanari
• Primarch Drek'ma
• Hrajlmak'Natok
• Sethrak
• Krarolk T'manu
• Badar
• Ver'kad Inuk

Lastwall

• Acavna Asta
• Srina Talon
• Var Talon
• Kimiko Taiyou
• Gerwald Lechner
• Crix Alden
• Dimitri Voltura
• Aito Vautah
• Jyoti Nooran
• Caltin Vanagor
• Lunara Azure
• Alakor
• Ruus Kote
• Natsu Verren

 

[Srina Talon]

S E N T I N E L - C I TY
Enemy: Tathra Khaeus + Bryn-Boi
Allies: CIS + Last Wall+ Allies
Objective: Ground-Based Warfare - Repel the Enemy
Location: Using the Main Streets in Sentinel City to get to the Outskirts/Wall that will allow support defensive efforts.
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Space was often the perfect place to collect her thoughts.

The Ferocity had cruised ponderously along the border of the Confederacy until it struck the Exarch that she had yet to visit Last Wall. A frown mottled pale pink lips and she had found herself entering navigation coordinates so that she could correct the error without question. Its inception had been a long time coming, mostly, because the threat of the Bryn’adûl was ever-encroaching. Having settled things with the Monarchy of Naboo and with delegates of the First Order it felt as if a new era was finally being reached. Finally.

After all this time, especially, since Confederacy First—It felt like they were making progress once more.

The ship that Darth Metus had bestowed upon her hid its colors with the reflective stealth tech that let the young woman travel the verse without fear of easy detection. Here, parsecs away from the Capital of the Confederacy and the surrounding civilized systems she could often remain unnoticed in plain sight. No one would be looking for a high-ranking member of the Droid Nation in the vast endless abyss between the disk and one of many spiraled arms.

Her time on Last Wall had begun in earnest.

One tour after the next led her to initially regret choosing her attire, though, the orders from her Master had been very specific. Evaluate the Wall. Be prepared. It was too close to enemy territory without the full might of the Confederacy standing behind it, regardless, how many assets were reassigned. Gone were the flowing robes and mantles that an Exarch was often regulated to. Instead, she wore light armor each day.

Prepared for the worse, each day.

It became clear very quickly that the Last Wall was the final frontier.

The paladins of the common man, the Jedi, were too distracted by their battles with the Sith Empire and varying off-shoots to focus fully on the monstrous beasts that lay in wait. Long had the Confederacy watched. Waited, patiently, to see if galactic powers would be willing to place their ire aside long enough to crush a rising plague. That moment had come and gone in a cloud that never was. A disappointment, but, not altogether unexpected.

When the sky began to fall the flaxen-haired Echani had been preparing to visit the fabled Nexus that few denizens of the planet could stop talking about. The morning had been quiet, serene until it wasn’t. Plumes of dust and smoke rose from the Outskirts of the Capital City Sentinel and it wasn’t long before the ground shook and klaxons began to blare in alarms. No, it wasn’t a drill.

Srina found herself quickly swept up in the fray offering aid, though, she did try and reach out to several contacts that may or may not have currently been on world. Amelia von Sorenn , Acavna Asta , Ettiene Kharne . Followed by another communication that would fly to the Minister of War, her fellow Exarch, and the Vicelord. Kiff Brayde was new to his position but he needed to be intimately aware of the situation. John Locke and Darth Metus would know what to do. How to prepare and coordinate with their departments.

Last Wall was just outside of their borders. This, was too close to home.

“This is Exarch Talon from Last Wall, planetside, and Sentinel is under siege. It is believed that the Bryn’adûl are here. I repeat—The Bryn’adûl are here.”

She had yet to see them with her own eyes, but she recognized the shape of the ships. Word from the front line, what little there was, confirmed it. Srina had spread the few Magnaguard that traveled with her throughout the city to help aid civilians that were caught beneath debris and rubble. Even just to aid in finding a secure location while defensive measures were assembled.

Srina was not amused nor impressed.

How had the creatures passed through orbital defenses so easily? Why wasn’t there more warning? Why wasn’t Sentinel ready? She could feel fear rising in the streets of the Capital and the cloying sensation of lives being extinguished, rapidly. The death toll was already mounting.

She had no choice.

Dressed in a lightweight utility armor and a cerulean blue over cloak, she raised the hood and hid the lower half of her face, to protect herself from dust and smoke the welled in the air. She made her way through main streets that were slowly being abandoned, essentially, moving against the tide. Beneath the cloak lay a myriad of small arms, though, a sword on her hip was within easy reach should she need it. A saber hilt lay at her spine while a set of daggers took residence nearby. The grid of permacrete streets was easy enough to navigate but it had devolved into chaos.

Still, she pressed onward toward the wall. Srina knew her strengths, in truth, and remaining “safe” had never been an option. She would be better off helping Sentinel defend against the siege.

For as long as possible.

Spoiler: Equipment

Magnaguard x6 [Currently, Spread throughout Sentinel City.]
Heart of Cold [Armor]
Icefang [Sword]
Mothers Wraith [Saber]
Throwing Knives
Hand Canon
Mudarra, The Lover's Rings
Ring of Aspiration

Spoiler: OOC

I wrote this very sleepy I hope its okay. Pls DM if not, thank you kindly.

 

[Abel Denko]

LAST WALL

The Knight's thoughts were of Home.

In recent history, things had been going well for the lord of House Denko. With each passing day, he had learned more about navigating the dizzying circles of Naboo. Yet, his successes as a noble paled in comparison to those of being a mentor. Despite the political fethfest, Abel had managed to stay in good touch with his student Fauvel Astier . Though her days were just as packed as his own, they made time. He made time. And as often as he could, he maintained her tutelage in the Force. The days of her being his constant companion during whatever Obsidian missions he took were all but diminished - but his future did appear to still be tied to her own.

Moreover, a page from Abel's past was settling in quite nicely at Skywind Estate. Luna Evanstance had accepted his offer to tarry on Naboo for awhile. With that offer had also come the promise of tapping into those unseen talents of hers, just as he did with Fauvel. Though progress was slow, the sessions were something that Abel looked forward to. In fact, they made the more mundane hours of his occupation fly by - as he had something at home to look forward to. Yet, very recently, his occupation had been anything but mundane. With the powers of the Galaxy embroiled in battle against one another, there was no one willing to take up the fight against the scourge in earnest.

Thus, Last Wall had become the final bastion. A barrier between the southern systems and the rampage that had claimed millions of lives. Though their numbers were few, the Knights Obsidian were dispatched - primarily to assist in training up the militia to be in peak condition. From what stories Abel heard, their enemies were much akin to the monstrosities of the Catalcysm. Literal beasts that bled fire and hungered for decimation. This day, the Knight had spent many hours attempting to prepare a small detachment on how to be ready to face them.

He never expected a live fire exercise.

Sirens blared. Explosions rumbled, laying many buildings - and lives - low. Amidst the dust and debris, Abel managed to pick himself up off the ground. "What the feth?" he swore. Pausing to help a nearby militiaman onto his feet. The comm channels were suddenly alive with chatter. The fleets above were on high alert. The Exarch was calling out over the main channel. All signs pointed to one reality: They were here. And where the civilians rested their heads...that had become ground zero.

"This is what we trained for men. At attention!" he barked. Those unscathed pulled themselves together at the bellow of his voice. "Half of you, rendezvous with the main forces. Get the evacuation effort underway. The rest of you, with me!"

The Knight ignitied his saber - an azure blade erupted into being. He pointed at the direction of the largest plumes of smoke. Where death surely awaited. They were diving into hell - feet first.​

Spoiler: TLDR

Abel + Handful of Militia are heading towards the primary landing zone.

 

[Natsu Verren]

Meditating, Natsu was at peace with himself in the small apartment he was staying in. His mind was at ease, and thought flowed unbothered. It was a state of mind that Natsu had not achieved in a long time. Nastu would've preferred to stay in the apartment, staying at peace. Unfortunately, fate had other ideas in mind. Through the meditation, Natsu's mind filled with pain, and torment. Gasping, his eyes flung open, and he put his palm to his head, in shock of the pure devastation running through his mind. The comm link across the room was buzzing with cries and pleas for help. Summoning the commlink to his arm, Natsu rushed outside of his apartment, and hurried to the top of the walls. And that's when he saw them, for the first time.

Thousands of monsters, tearing people apart, soldiers being crushed by their might. It was even worse than what Natsu imagined, and Natsu had already had an idea of what they were like. The shock passed however, and Natsu's eyes became filled with anger. To commit mass murder? Even Natsu wouldn't go that far. His battle marks appeared under his eyes, filling his body with the Force. Activating his comm link, Natsu cried out, "Koran. They are here, much sooner than expected. Get to the walls. I'm heading to the battle."

Leaping off the battlements, Natsu slowed his descent with the Force, and hit the ground in a roll. Springing to his feet, the lightsaber that had been summoned to his hand flashed a white blade, and Natsu began sprinting towards the crash site. His mind was now at anything but ease. He was worried. His lightsaber form was not for fighting multiple opponents, although it can be done by exceptional swordsman. The battle would be difficult, but Natsu was determined to prevail.

Koran Bardok

 

[Dimitri Voltura]

ALLIES: Abel Denko | Srina Talon | Natsu Verren | @Lastwall
ENEMIES: Bryn'adul
GEAR:

Spoiler

Lightsaber
Force Imbued Sith Blade
Force Imbued Cortosis-weave Sith Armour
Pack of ~20x Tuk'ata

Left. Again.

He and Eenia Vahn had barely regained their footing after the brief rift between them because of Bastion when he was called up once more. It seemed he could never properly hang up his armour. At least this time, they parted ways more or less amicably. At least this time, he could still reach her through their connection.

He was not shut out by her.

And yet, another tried to shut her out.

Standing among the sentries on the outer walls, the pack of Sith Hounds wandering between them, the Dragon's thoughts were pulled back and forth and weren't entirely his own anymore. The still strong connection to his Apprentice kept him semi anchored while Darth Anguis hissed in his head, trying to pry him free from her warm grip.

Weak. Since when does a Dragon stop devouring souls?

As Dimitri was wrestling with the soul of his dead Master in his mind, alarms blared. The Obsidian Lord wrenched his mind free from both grips and moved into action.

The sky bled.

It rained fire and the ground shook as explosions wracked across the city. The Dragon could taste the pain and devastation. And it fed the Sith's power with every wail.

Yeeeees! Devour!

Darth Hydrus stepped forward, the crimson blade igniting as Tuk'ata converged on him from all around. The red embers that his eyes had become, turned to the very lost looking sentries.
"Defend. Defend those still alive. Defend these stones if you're so inclined. Defend with your lives. That's why we are all here." he said, his voice augmented by the Dark Side. He then launched himself from the walls in unnatural speed, the pack of Sith Hounds fanning out around him.

Moving in the direction of the brunt of the attack in his inhuman speed, he ran through his memory of what it was that was falling from the sky right now. What it was he was training men for. Young abominations in his eyes. But abominations nonetheless. Not unlike him and his kin. Devourers. Monsters that wreaked havoc and fed on the despair. Destroyers.

Darth Anguis let out a triumphant laughter in his head.

Monster would face monster today.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

SENTINEL - EXTERIOR​

Intent to Engage: Srina Talon |
Allies: Primarch Drek'ma | Galak | Keldothera | Osam | Sylok'Vanari | Hrajlmak'Natok | Sethrak | Krarolk T'manu |
Location: Aboard the Siege Fortress
Axe | Gauntlet | Armour |

Like the molten storms of Draemidus' volcanoes, the Bryn'adûl would descend onto the planet of LastWall. Their invasion force splintered the orbital defences in its path, making landfall within minutes of arrival. Invasion vessels half the size of Destroyers, Heldrak dropships would drop across the outskirts - crushing smaller defended cities under their incredibly weight as cataclysmic shockwaves would cut across the Emperor's Steppe and the inner heartlands.

From these vessels, black columns of Juggernauts and Drones moved onto the open fields near the city walls. Their armour thick, weapons in hand as all manners of beasts, Rhivaks and Servitors, Dredge beneath the surface moved alongside them. The amassing horde, protected by Quilxyn Shielding. In the sky mutated, grey flying War Beasts would take to the sky, slithering outward from the Dropships as continuous beams of energy shot out from their abdomen bound guns, setting fire to the stretches of green encircling Sentinel and its accompanying lands.

Among the maze the dropships, unimaginable things descended from the skies, born from the depths of Draemidus - crashing down into the surface, dozens of massive cocooned Siege Towers protected by many Reavers, massive kaiju-like creatures, cobalt blue skin fortified by rock-like skin and bronze gold metal adorning their heads landed beyond the city of Sentinel. Giving a wide birth for the Titan's arrival aboard the Fortress, Tyr'kaditus.

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At last, it was their turn.

The rats had gnawed at them, nuisances such as the Jedi or the Commonwealth thrown back into irrelevancy as they tried to find a weakness. Tried to fight against inevitability. The Sith and Jedi had failed simultaneously, but even so grand victories faded quickly from memory whilst even the thought of weakness lingered. That would be corrected today.

Tathra rose from the rabble of Artificers overseeing the descent, right hand masked by an obsidian gauntlet as his dominant carried Axe in hand. The Titan stood adorned in his famous silver plate, crimson brawn exposed as white tribal markings adorned his biceps and face. Burning aureate eyes stared at the harsh red glyphs that displayed the geography below. On his right, stood the Primarch and his left, Warlord Galak. Two of their greatest warriors of their time, two of his only friends in this universe.

The Siege Fortress had been the last to make it through the orbital defence grid. And for good reason, the massive M'gaelak was aimed right for the walls of the city. If any of their forces had landed as close by, they would've been killed by the shockwaves that followed. No - he intended for the upstarts to take the brunt.

The control room was silent as Tyr'kaditus cut through the sky like an overturned obelisk from the void, the earth quaked and shattered for kilometres in every direction as she cut into the ground some few hundred metres distance from Sentinel's walls. The shockwave crashing against it as the mother of all M'gaelak unravelled her cocoon, forming into the obsidian crown that crested her. Her shrieks, signalling her children to follow her command.

Tathra spoke and his words carried across the entirety of their army, shared by the Mind Stones. His feelings of intense, focused hate accompany his words.

"The people of Lastwall are a proud, repugnant cancer. Wipe them off of the face of this planet. Do not fail me, nor yourselves." He and his Drael would break their walls soon enough.

The first strike had been made.

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[Galak]

Location: Aboard the Fortress
Enemy: N/A [Come at me smexy feds]
Allies: Primarch Drek'ma | Tathra Khaeus |
Equipment: Armor | Triad Chaingun |

Today, the Chieftain was more frightening than ever. Their was a fire in his eyes he hadn't seen since the incursions in Sith space. He knew when he saw that, he'd do damn well to stay out of his way. But, being this close was exhilarating. It wasn't often they fought side by side.

Tathra would be the one-Drael army he usually is. No doubt about that. But it wasn't truly the notion of the fight that gave him pause, it was the drop. He always hated the drop.

The ground shook and blistered, cracking open like an egg shell as the Siege Fortress made landfall after the others. No doubt Tyr would soon be joined by the Towers in tearing the wall apart. The Warlord was still amazed by the sheer scale of Tyr, she was one of their greatest instruments to date the only thing that compared was Al-hadad.

Galak needed no order, already overseeing the mass departure of Gunboats, nearly two hundred pouring out from under the rising crown followed by Ra'maks. Behind them a haze of Gunboats rising from the other Siege Towers spread across the battlefield. They were heading right for the city walls. On the ground, from the legs of Tyr came a black horde of Savage Drones eight thousand strong moved toward the outer walls, ready to scale it.

Galak checked the drum of his Chaingun, looking to Drek'ma and the Titan.

"Gunboats deployed, ready when you are Sire."

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 1
Tags: TBD
Equipment: 1x Barad Kukri [X], 1x Val-Shae Spear [X] , 1x Raddesh Crippler [X]

Last Wall

The name meant they were the last wall the Bryn'Adul had to shatter before the galaxy submitted. This had to be the weaklings' last ditch effort at stopping the Bryn war machine. The Jedi, The Commonwealth, The Sith....each had failed utterly to defeat the Bryn. These foes seemed to think they could do better against the Bryn.

They were wrong.​

Sethrak stood below the Siege Platform, the giant structure dwarfing him to an indescribable extent. It was only challenged by the other towers brought by The Bryn'Adul Empire to unleash hell on the walls. Sethrak was down below to protect the legs of the structure from any attempted attacks, though he didn't foresee an attack considering the entrenched position of the enemy. If the platforms stood at the wall for a few minutes, Sethrak would jump the wall and join the fray. If an attack was attempted, The Warlock was well-equipped with a Val-Shae spear for moderate length engagements, a Khukri for short range combat, and a Crippler for distanced engagements.

Sethrak wasn't the only one from his domain fighting in this battle. All of his garrison from Lothal was deployed today, they would participate in the first wave. They were among the finest men in The Bryn Adul due to extensive training, both in and out-of-combat. They were well versed in tactics, unorthodox tactics typically unused by The Bryn. Beyond this training they knew how to survive, and how to fight better than most Drael. The Force-using few were trained in the rare ability to harness fire using their powers. Indeed, they were a force to fear.

These men stood above Sethrak, on the tower he was guarding. He had full confidence that they would crush the foes on the wall. They would make him proud and cause terror among the enemy. If they did well Sethrak would ask for more recruits to guard Lothal, as well as an offical recognition of his men. Perhaps their own name...Sethrak fancied the name "Warlock's wrath", but he wouldn't ask for specififcs. It'd be a great honor to simply receive a title from The Chieftan.

And so with the siege beginning, Sethrak released a shout to his men...and to the foe... "Fulfil the Titan's Will! Give them no quarter! For The Bryn'Adul!"

Tldr;

Spoiler

Sethrak is guarding the legs of a tower, his elite garrison from Lothal is among the Bryn forces, Sethrak gave a mighty shout to the battlefield.

 

[Ostak Cl'mana]

FLEET OF CRUSADER'S FIRE - JOINT FLEET COMMAND
SHAMAN/TACHAEL-VEMNAK OVERSEER OSTAK CL'MANA | SHIPMASTER PELKOS​

LOCATION: ~10 km SW of Golan Defensive Platform
ALLIES: Byrn | TBD
HOSTILES: CIS/Lastwall | Open to giant meat stick fights
FLEET COMPOSITION: 3x Conquestors, 2x Butchers (see advanced details in Fleet Status & Summary of Actions below)

Five of the finest Bryn'adul-manufactured warships slipped out of hyperspace, instantly immersing themselves in an active battlefield.
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Capital ships filled the front line mere kilometers away, elements of the Byrn'adul first wave and planetary defense fleet unrelenting in their bombardment of each other. Phedraks engaged starfighters of steel and glass, filling the already crowded planetary perimeter with laser bolts and explosions. The Fleet of Crusader's Fire took in this spectacle for several full seconds, and then swiftly enacted its battle plans.

The Fleet of Crusader's Fire was a fresh unit with a full fighter and dropship complement, sent in to reinforce the first wave of Draelvasier warships seeking space superiority before they glassed the planet. They were arranged in a rough V formation, with the two Butchers in the rearmost positions about two kilometers behind and one kilometer above the smaller V of Conquestors leading the fleet. At the very front lay the flagship of the fleet, the Conquestor Will of the Primal. Within its central command bridge stood two unique leaders.

Shaman Ostak Cl'mana was an extremely proficient user of the spiritual arts, with advanced psychic manipulation added to his already formidable beast-taming skills as a Shaman thanks to his training as a member of the Tachael-Vemnak secret police organization. He had seen many years of war and oversaw Tachael-Vemnak operations in one of the earliest Draelvasier conquests, and took great pride in the annihilation of rebellion and heresy alike. Due to the significance of the operation to inflict a mortal wound upon the Lastwall faction, Ostak had been assigned as a co-commander so that the fleet's crew could be kept in line and both his power and wisdom could be accessible in battle.

Shipmaster Pelkos stood in sharp contrast to the Shaman-Overseer in his complete lack of ability in the spiritual arts, instead fighting with a Baedurin body whose raw physical strength considerably surpassed that of the relatively lean Shaman Ostak. As the only other individual in the fleet who knew of the Shaman's Tachael-Vemnnak identity, the responsibility would fall solely on him to convey information of crew conditions to Ostak. Additionally, unlike Ostak, Shipmaster Pelkos was a dedicated naval commander who had been chosen for this operation due to his own years of naval experience and success in several campaigns.

Combined, Ostak's wisdom and Pelkos's intelligence made for a formidable pair, as long as they managed to cooperate respectfully.

"Move the fleet forwards and prepare to charge Butcher main batteries." ordered Shipmaster Pelkos. "For now, leave the Phedraks, dropships, and War Beasts in reserve, but prepare for emergency deployment."

Two meters to the Shipmaster's left on the command bridge, Ostak observed the fleet's movements in silent approval. Soon, the pair expected that the Fleet of Crusader's Fire would break the stalemate in space and lead to yet another great victory.

Spoiler: Summary of Actions

Entire fleet assumes V formation with Butchers in rear position, above the Conquestors
Entire fleet moves forwards to enter effective range of primary armaments

Spoiler: Fleet Status

Conquestor Will of the Primal (flagship) - Synthetic Shielding: 100% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Engines: Full Thrust | Firing At: TBD
Conquestor Zealot - Synthetic Shielding: 100% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Engines: Full Thrust | Firing At: TBD
Conquestor Brute's Fist - Synthetic Shielding: 100% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Engines: Full Thrust | Firing At: TBD
Butcher Splitter - Synthetic Shielding: 100% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Engines: Full Thrust | Main Gun Charge: 0% | Firing At: TBD
Butcher Primordial - Synthetic Shielding: 100% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Engines: Full Thrust | Main Gun Charge: 0% | Firing At: TBD

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[Acavna Asta]

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Location: The Observance
Objective: Defend the Golan Space Defense Platform
Allies: Srina Talon | Abel Denko | Natsu Verren | Dimitri Voltura |
Enemies: Tathra Khaeus | Galak | Sethrak | Ostak Cl'mana |



The eyes of the Galaxy were turned upon Lastwall and it would be here that they would either weather and break the tide of the ravenous horde, or be consumed in its ever-encroaching maw of hunger. However, there was a simple truth that lay behind the terror that many felt - if the Bryn'adul wanted the planet, they would pay dearly for it - for the Militia of Lastwall would not go silently into the night. Every block, every inch of ground gained would be paid in the blood of countless Bryn'adul horrors - and even if in the end, Lastwall fell into oblivion, their stand would merely serve to fan the fires of hope and ignite an inferno that would ultimately consume the Bryn'adul. They would set the example, and they would set it with their lives.

No one knew that or held truer to that belief that the Watcher-Lord Asta, a woman that had stepped forth when Watcher-Lord Dawnhall had gone missing during the Netherworld Event - taking upon herself the mantle of Watcher-Lord and seeing the greatest threat that the Galaxy had to face was one that was too close to home. The first wave had been a surprise - an unthinkable strike - though one that should have been more expected than it had, it was a momentary lapse and one that would not be repeated in the future. Thunderous beats sounded as the woman marched onto the bridge of the massive Battlecruiser Observance, the vessel taking up its position along with its fleet to protect the Golan Space Defense Platform that hung in orbit of the planet Lastwall. It was now the lynchpin of the Planet's defenses, and if it were to fall, it would open a corridor that would lead to more death and destruction on the planet below than was already being felt. At this moment the entirety of what remained of the Lastwall Fleet had gathered to ensure that a second wave would not make Planetfall.

"Ma'am, five vessels approaching our current position."

The woman stood silently, golden-yellow hues peering out into the void of space before her, watching as vessels clashed at the fringes of the system and closer to the planet. What remained of the first wave had been halted, however, now they had to contend with the second wave of hostile forces that were making their push forward. Now was not the time to take a measured or gradual response to this threat - no - now was the time for a decisive first strike in retaliation for those lives already lost. A heavy sigh slipped from the woman's lips as she nodded before turning her attention away for a moment.

"Prepare to deploy the first device at the heart of their fleet - it is time we give them a welcome present and show these unwanted guests some proper hospitality."

As Task Force Observance pulled together into a chevron formation, the Observance itself sat forward, flanked by four Kiatri-class Star Destroyers on each side, each in turn covered by a multitude of Kes Harpa-class Frigates, Coru-class Corvettes, and a handful of Rugrus-class Gunships arrayed with the full intent of making the Bryn'adul work to gain any kind of victory that they could claim. It would be today that the defining moment of Lastwall would be made, and it would show if they were worthy of the monicker or not - yet - they would not merely lay down and permit the Bryn'adul to simply walk over them, no, their victory - if any - would be one that cost them dearly.

"All vessels, prepare yourselves to give no quarter, for you shall not receive any in kind. Today we stand against the Bryn'adul, and if our First Stand today is to be our Last, then we shall ensure that the Galaxy remembers that we stood when all others buckled. We are the bastion that stands between the Bryn'adul and the Confederacy - and we will not be swept aside like so many others."

While there was a hope that the Confederacy would come forward to assist, it was clear that for the moment, Lastwall would, no, it must stand on its own and it would. With five larger vessels barreling down on their position, they would unleash their first salvo, a blistering welcome of slugs. The Observance and Kiatri-class Star Destroyer unleashed a hail of Railgun Fire - massive cannons unleashing their payloads into the flight path of the oncoming enemy formation. Even if, by the end of all things, the Fleet was shattered, all that mattered was the Golan remained standing.

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

• Task Force Observance has taken up position in front of the Golan Space Defense Platform​
• The Observance has fired its Heavy Railguns and Plasma Railguns into the flight path of the Crusader's Fire Fleet​
• The Observance is preparing to launch a Phlegethon Thermonuclear Device​
• All Kiatri-class Star Destroyers have fired their Dual Heavy Railguns and Plasma Railguns into the flight path of the Crusader's Fire Fleet​

Spoiler: Task Force Observance

• The Observance
  • (44) Squadrons
    • (4) Coru-class Corvettes
    • (2) Kes Harpa-class Frigates
      • (2) A-11 Interceptor Squadrons
    • (10) A-11 Inerceptor Squadrons
    • (4) Rugrus-class Gunship Squadrons
    • (6) Nupperibo II-class Space Superiority Starfighter Squadrons
    • (5) Nupperibo II-class Surface Assault Bomber Squadrons
    • (5) Gidim II-class Bomber Squadrons
• (8) Kiatari-class Star Destroyers
  • (48) Squadrons
    • (6) Rugrus-class Gunship Squadrons
    • (26) A-11 Interceptor Squadrons
    • (9) Nupperibo II-class Space Superiority Starfighter Squadrons
    • (7) Nupperibo II-class Surface Assault Bomber Squadrons
• (14) Kes Harpa-class Frigates
  • (14) Squadrons
    • (8) A-11 Interceptor Squadrons
    • (4) Nupperibo II-class Space Superiority Starfighter Squadrons
    • (2) Gidim II-class Bomber Squadrons
• (30) Coru-class Corvettes
• (8) Rugrus-class Gunships

Spoiler: Reserve Fleet

• (8) Kiatri-class Star Destroyers
  • (48) Squadrons
    • (8) Rugrus-class Gunship Squadrons
    • (20) A-11 Interceptor Squadrons
    • (10) Nupperibo II-class Space Superiority Starfighter Squadrons
    • (6) Nupperibo II-class Surface Assault Bomber Squadrons
    • (4) Gidim II-class Bomber Squadrons
• (8) Kes Harpa-class Frigates
  • (8) Squadrons
    • (4) A-11 Interceptor Squadrons
    • (2) Nupperibo II-class Space Superiority Starfighter Squadrons
    • (2) Rugrus-class Gunship Squadrons
• (10) Coru-class Corvettes
• (8) Rugrus-class Gunships

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[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: xxx
DIRECT TAG: Ruus Kote | Open
ALLIES: CIS Srina Talon | Abel Denko | @Demitri Voltura | Natsu Verren | Acavna Asta
ENEMIES: Brynadul

Kayri III had proved successful. The void stone had been secured, one of the scientists which had accompanied them was already fast at work looking over the stone. Gerwald had sent his helmet on the open seat next to him as his hands held up his head. He was tired. The force was not there for him to tap into and much of the fight had been in proximity to the stone. It had been a long time since Gerwald had fought without using the force to keep his energy from draining. The workout had been good, but the Lord Commander could feel his body ache in ways it had not in a long time.​

For the moment, Gerwald was alone. The others who had been with him on Kayri III were somewhere on the transport, but for the moment the lupine took solace in solitude. The quiet would be short lived as Gerwald overhead an incoming transmission coming from the other side of Confederate space. Lastwall was under attack.​

“This is Exarch Talon from Last Wall, planetside, and Sentinel is under siege. It is believed that the Bryn’adûl are here. I repeat—The Bryn’adûl are here.”​

He sighed as he stood to rush into the cockpit. Gerwald knew that voice. Exarch Srina Talon had been on the planet. This was the first stand, they had to hold them here.​

It had been an eventuality the Confederacy had been preparing for. Reports of the Brynadul threat moving closer had kept everyone on alert. The lupine would be the first to admit the events of the Cataclysm had taken much of his focus. Rebuilding the Knights Obsidian had been his primary focus as he settled in as Lord Commander. He was distracted by many things, but he had always kept the safety of those under his charge close.​

“Redirect us to the conflict.”​

The pilot turned to look at him and gave the wolf a nod.​

An announcement came over the comms a moment later.​

“Prepare for redirect. Lastwall is under attack. I repeat Lastwall is under attack. The Lord Commander has given the order to engage. Our drop will be hostile.”​

The drop was abrupt so the transport could change course. Gerwald was further reminded why he hated space travel, but there were other things which were more important than his hatred of flying. From one battle to the next it seemed. The wolf was itching for more of the fight while the man was concerned he was sending more people to their deaths. The Brynadul were not known for taking prisoners.​

Another sigh as the ship jumped into lightspeed once more.​

His mind went to Naalol, Taanab, Eshan, all the places where the Confederacy had prevailed but with the heavy price of lives lost. Would this be another one of those situations? The lupine reached for the ring once more. As it had always been, it was a reminder of the duty which this position required. It also served as a reminder that another Lord Commander had failed in his duty. Had he not wanted to keep the woman from the battle, she would not have been on the ship. Neither of them should have remained on the ship that day, but Naedira had done what needed to be done, and paid with her life.​

As the ship dropped out of hyperspace, everything shook. The turbulence pulled Gerwald from his thoughts. They were close. Standing onto his feet, the lupine began to walk toward the weapons locker. His lightsabers would likely not be useful, but the wolf would carry them into battle anyway. There was on particular weapon he was after the icebreaker. The axe had been imbued to freeze the enemy, something which would come in useful against the enemies they would face today.​

Once the ship cleared the atmosphere Gerwald unstrapped himself and walked back to the pilot.​

“Get us as close to the conflict as possible.”​

Once again the pilot nodded. Reaching for his helmet, the lupine clipped it to his waist. He sighed as he walked to where the Mandalorian that had pulled them out of Kayri III had been getting ready. It seemed they were about ready to jump into another fight.​

“Your kind doesn’t ever tire of this do they? War is coming, we’ve seen our share of internal threats. You Strill are about to get your fill of it all.”​

Spoiler: Equipment

Wolfsbane
Ferrum Solis
Icebreaker
Lord Commander Armor

Spoiler: Summary

Redirecting from Kayri III to Lastwall.
Approaching the conflict.

 

[Osam]

Allies: The Bryn'adul
Enemies: The Uncontrite Lastwall (If anyone wants to fight, I'm down.)
Equipment:

Spoiler

Kukri
Verikast Drone Armor
Assault Carbine
Pulverizer Sidearm

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The stinging scent of smoke was what first caught the attention of the Risen-Sraelvun as he made his way off of one of the many Heldrak Dropships. Wherever it was that the Titan and the Ish'makra decided to leave their mark, there was always the stench of smoke and a flurry of ash in the air. He supposed it was a byproduct of having landed so heavily upon the surface, of demolishing entire townships in mere moments by means of sudden and inexplicable force.

Osam, the First of the Risen-Sraelvun - mutant Drones who had earned greater status as a result of their finer performance - turned to observe the disembarkment of his forces from the Heldrak. The usual mixture of Risen and Drone kindred made their way from the organism, their weapons loaded and prepared, their eyes sharp and their teeth sharper. Little speeches on the way to their LZ had stoked the hunger in his ruthless brethren, the way that their tongues eagerly maneuvered within their maws was evidence enough of that. He'd promised them that whichever of them performed best could have first pick of the corpses: An honor not typically extended by the Baedurin and Aeravalin commanders.

Heavier footsteps sounded out from the rear of the Heldrak as a pair of mighty Rhivaks made their way from the vessel. Alongside them was an Aeravalin Shaman - one of the lesser ranking of their order - who was technically in charge of the Rhivaks. A nod from the mystic was enough to inform the Risen that both creatures were prepared for their service and capable of providing support at this time.

"We are to stop any excursions from the city. Keep the vermin inside so that they may be exterminated. We may be called on to assist the primary push at a later point, but for now, our objective is control." Osam briefed the band of thirty-odd Draelvasier. A hand-signal was provided to the Heldrak, and it began to lift off from the ground. It was important that it dispersed a wide net around the city, and thus it was to be expected that the forces within this containment unit would be smaller than the attack forces.

It would not stop them from success. Only death could do that, and Osam had no intention of dying to a paltry band of renegade knights and faith-holders who could not even prevent their landing.

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

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Allies: Bryn'adul
Foes: TBD
Equipment: Staff (in sig), Er'gerak-enhanced Warlock's Robes
Forces:

Spoiler

Brumaks
Rhivaks
Drones
Warlocks

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Nature could not produce the thunder that rocked the skies of Lastwall as the Bryn'adul's initial invasion force came screaming from the heavens. Those under the foot of the march of the great conquest would be lost to the annals of infinite time. Tens of thousands, swept into oblivion under the force of myriad beasts of war. Siege towers, heavy armour and artillery turned the outskirts of the capital into a wasteland in the blink of an eye. And now , the air carried the cherished song of war. A terrible choir of screams, drums, fire and death. All a symphony greeting Hrajlmak's ears with the sweetest embrace. And he smiled. For there was only euphoria.
The First Warlock craned his neck up to the sky, his eyes trailing and absorbing everything ahead of him. Two other Warlock Field Masters stood beside him. The rest of his caste were already dotted throughout the quickly massing siege army. He breathed in, savoring the stench of smoke and taste of ash. Eight thousand drones came pouring from the belly of the great Tyr. So many new machines of war he was hardly familiar with, and today these great innovations would play their part before his eyes.
His eyes came to rest on the wall. And his smile was unchanged. It stood strong, the emotions surrounding it were fierce. Conquest in the Outer Rim is a boring game, only stimulating when Draelvasier mettle is truly tested. And this was an important world. So close to the lines drawn by the great civilizations of this galaxy. Too close for their repugnant hairs not to stand on end. A stream of commands poured from the collective heads of the Warlocks located on-field and the Shamans hidden away behind the front-line, moulding the siege army into the single, emergent entity it needed to be. Most worlds were like a stain, only needing a firm rub. But some needed concerted effort. And they were the gems in the dirt.
As Drones fell into formation and Brumaks lined up, beginning their relentless shelling of the wall, Hrajlmak probed his left hand. Many years ago a Jedi reduced it to nothing more than bones held together by strings of muscle and sinew. He passed his talons over its new chassis. A shining Er'gerak and Verikast prosthetic designed to replace a relic of a limb. The thoughts of it coming to use soon overrode the euphoria of a beginning battle. Euphoria faded, and gave rise to a violent arousal soon manifesting itself into burgeoning mania. Hrajlmak was a violent thing, and where he stood now was half of all that he knew. His mind closed an iron grip around the will of many thousands of beasts. He would play his part, he would direct this sea of warriors and beasts to their victory, same as all Aeravalins present today. But himself and his Warlocks would be in the heart of it all. They were bred for intelligent violence. An unintended direct competitor to the likes of the Jedi and Sith.

With the mania of brutality quickly building, and the siege army in formation, with artillery having already begun its surgical whittling-down of defences, Hrajlmak spun to face whatever head would listen to him and threw his voice up from the depths of his being. "They call this world Lastwall.." his roaring voice echoed across the army, "...For that is what it represents! You all stand here, united in cause, united in the blood of the Chieftain, to exact the will of nature. To cleanse!" His shouts bordered on broken screams. "To wipe clean the filthy abhorrence that is weakness!." He spat the word, saliva acidic with hate and passion burst from his teeth. "WE, are nature manifest!! WE are the fever that burns the illness from the host!! WE are the Chieftain, WE are the Bryn'adul!!!" He stopped momentarily, his chin drenched, vocal cords in agony and heart pushing through his ribs. "..AND WE WILL NOT LEAVE HERE UNTIL THEIR GODS COWER FROM OUR FIRE!!!"
The horizon burst into primal screams. Every ounce of emotion Hrajlmak felt, he conveyed to the fibre of their being. The army was ready, its soldiers unthinkably high on the passion for war. He spun to face the wall, the head of his staff exploding into a misty red blade.

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TL;DR:

Spoiler

Siege army organises, awaiting final command

Hrajlmak gets the team psyched

 

[Keldothera]

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Ally(s): Bryn'adûl
Enemy(s): Open to Engagements
Location: Departing Siege Tower aboard Gunboat
Equipment: Kraker, Carbine, 2x Shredder
Forces: Juggernauts; Minors, Heavies, Grenadiers, Majors, Captains

Two fingers dipped into a bowl, wet dabs of purple on her fingers as she ran them along her cheeks. War paint, a General adorned with the colours of her legion. She took a cloth, cleaning her hands as the paint dried on her skin. She stepped into the Gunboat, her Juggernauts looking to her as the deployment hatch shut around them - lifting off as the hangar bay opened. There were hundreds of them, all heading for the walls of Sentinel. Their landing approach would give the Siege Fortress a wide birth, whatever was in front of it wouldn't be soon enough.

"We are his will! We are his legacy, we are the Bryn'adûl!" Keldothera barked, her own voice carried throughout the Gunboats departing from the Siege Towers.

The Gunboats, crimson and silver; cut through the air toward the exterior walls - those that arrived in her company pouring out molten plasma down onto the defenders below before delivering the Juggernauts to the battlefield. The people of Sentinel's defences cried out but a murmur in the face of such overwhelming strength. Heat was welcoming, scorched earth and blackened corpses decorated the landing zone as Keldothera and her company of thirty deployed.

She almost froze for a moment, looking at the towering figure of the Siege Fortress. The Primarch had undone himself for certain.

"We've made landfall at the wall." Kelda called in to the battlenet, no doubt Galak's forces would be enroute to support her own soon.

They would leave Sentinel and the Lastwall a pitiful ruin.

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

Planet: Lastwall
Location: Lastwall's Surface, Outskirts of the Sentinel City
Objective: Break, Bend & Bleed Out the Enemy
Forces: x2 Ashaka Battlemasters (Hybrid Warlocks) | Small Army of Ik'straktors |
Gear: Model A - Verikast Drone Armor | Barricas Oil | Superior Restoration Mutagen | x1 Barad Kukri | x3 Barad Impact Grenades
Allies: Sethrak | Hrajlmak'Natok | Galak | Osam | Tathra Khaeus
Enemies: TBD

Monsters...

That's what the galaxy had thought of them. They saw everything in raw form, whether they were Sith, Jedi, Mandalorian, or Politicians. It had become a stigmatic diseased approach to things they knew nothing of. The more they didn't understand something, the less they were inclined to find commonality. In truth, the Bryn would never be able to find a common ground with the weak. Like oil and water, they wouldn't be able to mix and coexist in a peaceful way. It was law, one that had even forced the Sith and Jedi to be locked in an endless war. This time, they had a common enemy. A race that refused to ease up on their violent and rapid expansion. Creatures that had done what many others could not. It made a rift in the cosmos, one that after centuries made mortal enemies allies. Perhaps they weren't as closed-minded, maybe, just maybe they lied to themselves out of necessity that this could garner a new age. Ironically, they already knew how it would end. With more death and more betrayal. It posed a question, who were the real "monsters?"

An endless cycle perpetuated by the same ideologies were to blame. They were frail and ancient, obsolete to new powers that infested their weak foundations. Still, somehow these groups remained, endured, stood to live another day. Yet, they didn't learn. They continued to shun those who were undesired by the masses. They took little weight in terms of danger that could be posed by these so called, "undesirables" Now, they hid behind their walls. A concept just as weak as their very own flawed credence. It was their refusal that brought them here. Refusal to kneel before the Bryn, refusal to seek a better cycle, refusal to understand that which they feared. The only thing that seemed to be the real truth was simply one thing. It seemed all of their fake and brittle ways of life had coalesced into one unified fact.

The Draelvasier...The Bryn'adûl, they were Monsters!

Thump...

Thump...

CLASH!!!

The sudden rattle of impact came in a visceral succession. Each drumming slam taking countless lives. Pods, Gunboats and other organic ships sizzled a bright red from entry. They each sliced through the thick cascade of smoke and more tremors flooded the dry earth. It was clear now, the Bryn had arrived in swathes of unimaginable wrath. The distant sirens wailed, but the hurtling screams of the innocent was the loudest of all alarms. The drones had been let loose and the blood spilled was only a reminder to those watching from inside the large construct. A reminder that only as long as their precious wall stood, would it prevent them from the same death. Still, it was a raw sight, a true image of war as smoke, blood and fire painted a new canvas of chaos and disarray.

In such a fleeting moment, Sylok took it all in. The gunboat hovered, but felt every impact that hit the surface of Lastwall. The landing zone had finally been cleared and a few dozen ships quickly lowered into their designated areas. It was a surprise to the Weaver, that he wasn't cascading toward the surface in a tumultuous way. This was a first for Sylok, a pleasant first. He stepped onto the cracked ground, his scarlet robe lifting from another onslaught of shock waves. Two others followed in suit, each both a Warlock and part Ashaka. Their robes differed, each showcasing a color of both red and white. The meaning behind it was far more in depth, but each represented connections to the force.

They were capable warriors in the force, each just as gifted as the other. The only real difference between them and Sylok, was their towering height. It was a physical feature that had impaired Sylok's own ability to be taken seriously, but those days were far behind him. Sylok'Vanari was a highly regarded Weaver of the force, one that was capable of much more than just healing. Still, war was war. It didn't matter how esteemed you were, how powerful you were considered, it only mattered if you survived. It mattered, but it didn't.

"You know what to do, Yek Trell." Vedkar spoke, his pale skinned hands slipping out of his robe. He motioned to the left and flipped up his hood, another violent blast of smoke and debris filling the area.
"Protect me brethren, I need time." Yek Trell responded, lifting his arms high to the sky as he began.

Sylok watched carefully, threads of the raw force beginning to stir. The smoke and dust broke apart and a vast clear image spread before him. The towering wall peered back at him and before he could catch his breath at the phenomenon that began, pools of woven strings softly lifted to the sky. Each one, a life-force drifting off into the emblazoned sky. Their deaths would mean everything. They would be the next pillar that the Bryn built off of. A message to everyone else that considered the Draelvasier to be vulnerable monsters. They would be a poetic beginning and end. To Sylok, they would be one thing and one thing only...

A Lastwall.​

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Tear it all down
Locale: Siege Fortress Tyr'kaditus
Allies: Galak | Tathra Khaeus
Engaging: N/A
Forces: Four Servitor Guardians | Tyr'kaditus​

To describe what godhood felt like, one would have to understand the principals of power. Power was something only nature had true command of, and it was his privilege to grasp the reigns of such beasts. Al-Hadad, Tyr'kaditus. To feel as they did, humans below like insects. A fixation, admittedly. But beast mastery was one of the few true beauties of the force.

Tyr's massive crown released into tendrils, massive black armoured arms burning with energy as they prepared to assault the fortifications and defences. Its arms, hundreds of metres long unravelled from the mouth of the beast. The Bryn'adûl had made landfall quickly, and now the Siege Fortress was ready to tear apart the pitiful fortress of those who dared to face them. His eyes burned gold as he delved into the force, summoning the Servitors to his will as a telepathic burst put his Shamans to work; two apprentices at his side assisting him in silent obedience. The power of the creatures, washing over him like a rush of endorphins and adrenaline. It drew out his darker instincts, intertwined with the base primal natures of the beasts at his command.

Destroy it all, tear it apart.

Drek'ma grasped at his Staff in both hands, almost trembling as he fought against the sensory overload of so many minds within his own. He commanded the Guardian Servitors as they crawled out from the confines spaces of the Dropships, the massive beasts digging deep into the ground, burrowing into the heart of Lastwall. The Guardians moved underneath the hordes of Drael; slowly making their way toward Sentinel.

He looked between the Warlord and the Chieftain. Galak was ready to get to the action, and Keldothera's forces had just made landfall. He stepped forward, Staff firmly in hand as he knelt down before the Titan.

"My Shamans are at your command, Sire. As is the Fortress." He spoke, yearning for the approval of the Titan.

 

[Ostak Cl'mana]

FLEET OF CRUSADER'S FIRE - JOINT FLEET COMMAND
SHAMAN/TACHAEL-VEMNAK OVERSEER OSTAK CL'MANA | SHIPMASTER PELKOS​

POST: II
LOCATION: ~10 km SW of Golan Defensive Platform
ALLIES: Byrn | TBD
HOSTILES: CIS/Lastwall | Engaging Task Force Observance under Acavna Asta | Open to fleeting/boarding engagements against big meat slabs
FLEET COMPOSITION: 3x Conquestors, 2x Butchers (see advanced details in Fleet Status & Summary of Actions below)

"We're detecting movement from hostiles about ten kilometers directly in front of us."
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The navigation engineer's statement caught the attention of both Ostak and Pelkos, who peered through the thick windows of the bulbous bridge with renewed intensity. A Lastwall fleet in visibly good condition had turned to face the fleet, placing itself directly in its path.

"Incoming projectiles from the hostile fleet!" exclaimed the engineer, a note of urgency in her voice.

"Strengthen the forward shields and prepare to fire." ordered Shipmaster Pelkos. "I will assign targets soon."

Will of the Primal absorbed the first few bolts from the heaviest weapons of the hostile fleet, its shields rippling in alarm. Still, they held strong, and the two co-commanders did not flinch against the meager assault. Soon, the rest of the fleet was also being bombarded, making retaliatory action ever more urgent.

"Engineer, what is your analysis of the hostile fleet?" asked Pelkos.

"Roughly fifty capital ships of various sizes with another thirty behind them, most likely a reserve unit. The Lastwall force likely has double triple, or even quadruple the firepower of our fleet. However, each ship individually appears to be smaller and likely lighter armed than any of ours, with the exception of their flagship, which appears to be about twice the length of any vessel in our fleet and likely superior in strength to any two of our vessels."

"Thank you, Engineer." replied the Shipmaster. "Shaman Ostak, listen to me for a moment."

Intrigued, the Shaman-Overseer turned to face the Shipmaster, giving him his full attention.

"I would propose splitting our fleet into two smaller task forces, while maintaining our joint command status. Consequently, we can mitigate our numerical inferiority, so we're using two fleets to engage two Lastwall fleets, each with up to twice our firepower, rather than one Lastwall fleet with two to four times our firepower. Plus, it'll be harder for one Lastwall fleet command to keep track of the maneuvers of two separate units with different buildups than for them to track one uniform unit."

"Very well, I support your proposition." replied Ostak. "How would you suppose we split the fleet?"

"I'll take Will of the Primal, Brute's Fist, and Splitter. I'd recommend that you take Zealot and Primordial, feel free to choose which one will be your flagship. In two minutes, we should split the separate fleets until they are about twenty kilometers away from each other. As for strategy, focus on chipping away at their left flank. I'll deal with their right."

"A bold proposition, but one that may be helpful in offsetting our difference in firepower. Let's begin with haste."

The two co-commanders moved with newfound purpose. If they wanted to successfully enact their new scheme, then they would have to use the utmost efficiency to multitask, escaping the current hostile barrage while maneuvering and returning fire. With a nod to the Shipmaster, Ostak bolted out of the Will's bridge, aiming for a Gunboat in the distant hangar. Shipmaster Pelkos stood now alone in the bridge, the sole commander of the fleet's flagship.

"Order the Shipmasters of Brute's Fist and Splitter to turn thirty degrees to the right, and do the same with the Will. Fire all turbolaser batteries on the large ships of the right flank and have Splitter fire its short-burst setting on its main cannon before turning. Energy transfer is to be prioritized to shields, heavy armaments, and engines. Once we are within six kilometers of the hostile force, launch boarding craft."

A unified cry of "Yes, sir!" passed through the command staff, which quickly rushed to work. Nearly two thousand of the four thousand combined Ballistas on Brute's Fist and Will of the Primal itself opened fire in rapid sequence, spikes of superheated metal soaring through space in massive quantities. Zealot did the same, though under Ostak's orders and on the opposite flank. Under the cover of their fire, Spitter began to charge its massive main cannon, its barrel glowing an orange-yellow color. Seconds later, it fired three large spheres of similarly colored plasma at the same section of the right flank targeted by the Conquestors, each sphere spaced about eight degrees apart.

As Pelkos's section of the fleet began to lurch to the right and Ostak's Gunboat departed the Will's hangar in pursuit of Zealot, the strategic gamble of the two experienced co-commanders began.

Spoiler: Summary of Actions

Entire fleet assumes V formation with Butchers in rear position, above the Conquestors
Entire fleet moves forwards to enter effective range of primary armaments
Entire fleet is split into two task forces (Task Force Pelkos and Task Force Cl'mana)
Conquestors in TF Pelkos open fire on Kiatari-class vessels in TF Observance's right flank
Splitter fires its main cannon on short-burst setting at Kiatari-class vessels in TF Observance's right flank
All of TF Pelkos turns 30 degrees to the right
Zealot opens fire on Kiatari-class vessels in TF Observance's left flank
All of TF Cl'mana turns 30 degrees to the left

Spoiler: Fleet Status

Conquestor Will of the Primal (Overall flagship / flagship TF Pelkos) - Synthetic Shielding: 92% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Engines: Full Thrust | Firing At: Kiatari-class vessels in TF Observance's right flank
Conquestor Zealot (Flagship TF Cl'mana) - Synthetic Shielding: 95% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Engines: Full Thrust | Firing At: Kiatari-class vessels in TF Observance's left flank
Conquestor Brute's Fist - Synthetic Shielding: 95% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Engines: Full Thrust | Firing At: Kiatari-class vessels in TF Observance's right flank
Butcher Splitter - Synthetic Shielding: 98% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Engines: Full Thrust | Main Gun Charge: 100% | Firing At: Kiatari-class vessels in TF Observance's right flank
Butcher Primordial - Synthetic Shielding: 100% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Engines: Full Thrust | Main Gun Charge: 0% | Firing At: TBD

 

[Jyoti Nooran]

Originally on a supply run to help equip and train Lastwall militias against the Bryn'adul, Jyoti's expedition find itself caught in the midst of a sudden planetary assault by the very same xenocidal hordes!

While reorienting her expeditionary fleet to intercept the planet bound invaders, Silver-Directorate troop pods and ships scream towards Sentinel and the surrounding area with their Confederate allies to help save the burgeoning resistance from being snuffed out.

Those who already perished during the first wave cannot be saved, but they will be avenged...

Location: Outside walls of Sentinel
Objective: Intercept Siege Engines
Allies: Lastwall and friends
Opposition: Bryn'adul
With: Alakor (Apprentice)
Engaging: Sethrak
Equipment: Silver Shadow Armor, Sitara (Lightsaber), Avalanche (Greatsword), Chakram Forearm Shield, Individual Field Disruptor, Slider Grenades, Voritor-class Speeder Bike

Breaking through the clouds, Jyoti found a valley ablaze.

Pods of Bryn'adul had crashed to the the ground, leaving fiery trails, while angry bioships rained molten slugs and bolts from the sky. The Bryn'adul had landed only a relatively short time before her, but already the verdant plains started to resemble a hellscape.

The Echani had long dulled to such horrific images, though.

The valley was likely doomed the moment the Bryn first reached the ground, but if they could be stopped here, then at least the rest of the world could be salvaged.

Let not your deaths be in vain.

Due to inertial dampeners, Jyoti's ride was smooth. The only bump came when her pod finally impacted the ground. Rather than land near Sentinel, she had chosen an outpost farther into the valley. In fact, almost all the surviving Silver-Directorate pods landed around outlying villages and fortresses. While most of the Bryn's focus appeared to center on Sentinel, this gave relief forces some breathing space to organize themselves. On the ground, Skytroopers, Berserkers, and handfuls of Jedi Knights filtered out of the pods and shuttles.

Behind the soldiers and Jedi, Cottonmouth battle droids slithered out, quickly burrowing into the ground with oscillating incisors.

They hunted for wyrms.

Skytroopers, took to the air with their flight enabled powersuits, quickly moving to secure the secondary population centers to secure the area in advance of artillery sections being established by the Berserkers. Meanwhile, the 29th worked on powering up their fighting vehicles. Not an easy task with Bryn bioships buzzing around, but friendly drones and blastboats screened for the troops as they worked.

From her own pod, Jyoti emerged pushing out a speeder bike. She paused, once outside, holding up a pair of electro-binoculars to survey the expanse of the valley. A series of siege engines immediately caught her eye, towering above all other Bryn'adul forces like obelisks. That wasn't good - a single tower could spell doom for the city. Creating kill boxes outside then wouldn't matter.

She took to her commlink to alert her allies. "Be advised, the Bryn appear to possess siege engines, I recommend you prioritize their destruction. In the meantime, I'll target one myself." She switched to addressing her own forces. "Noble company on me. The rest of you, get these tanks and guns online ASAP. Let's go."

Mounting her speeder, she finally donned her helmet and sped off. Noble company began to split off, the armored Valkyri flying like the Skytroopers, while a half a dozen Gnat Runners skimmed the ground on repulsors.

Noble Company was fast, but her landing zone was quite a distance away from the siege engines. Not to mention scattered units of Bryn in their way. The window to intercept was slim.

It was no matter. With Avalanche in hand, she would rip and tear into all opposition until she broke through.

Summary of Actions:

-Lands in valley near an outpost outside Sentinel and the main thrust of the ground attack.
-Following orbital drop, Silver-Directorate Forces begin to spread out to secure secondary population centers. (Background stuff)
-Jyoti orders a company of elite Berserker shock troopers and some Jedi Knights of Noble Company to help her topple one of the siege towers, guarded by Sethrak and his forces. (Direct engagement)
-Probably won't get to the tower until after Sethrak manages to reach Sentinel's walls, unless he's stopped by someone closer.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 2
Allies: Bryn'Adul
Engaging: Jyoti Nooran
Equipment: 1x Barad Kukri [X], 1x Val-Shae Spear [X] , 1x Raddesh Crippler [X]

Sethrak's troops had reached the walls and already they had begun their slaughter. However the Last Wall forces were not to be underestimated. They fought valiantly, and the threat of a flanking attack was still real. He had seen the effects of being attacked from behind before, from both ends of the fight. It was never good for the victim, ending often in devastating defeat. The Warlock would stay below for just a bit longer.

But he would not be idle. He was gifted with The Force, he was one of the select few within The Bryn'Adul that could harness its' power. He couldn't join the fray just yet, but he could aid his allies. Closing his eyes he focused on the fight above, imagining the movements of his Drael as they collided with the enemy. Then he called out to The Force, directing its' mysterious powers to his troops.

It would make them hit harder, hurt less, move faster, and strike with more precision. If Sethrak was interrupted, he would have to stop aiding his troops in order to focus on his foe, but for now The Force would make the ruthless Bryn forces even more ruthless. The enemy above stood little chance in a prolonged fight. The only thing that could make the fight more one-sided would be Sethrak's presence. He was worth twenty of any foes the enemy could throw at the Bryn.

Or so he thought.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Intent to Engage: Srina Talon |
Allies: Primarch Drek'ma | Galak | Keldothera | Osam | Sylok'Vanari | Hrajlmak'Natok | Sethrak | Krarolk T'manu
Location: Aboard the Siege Fortress
Axe | Gauntlet | Armour |

The battle by all accounts was going well, the residents of Sentinel seemed to scramble in panic to defend their home as the threat of the Bryn'adûl drummed at the gates. Tyr was ready, and so were they. Tathra looked to the materialised image of Sentinel's walls one more time. Savouring it. He turned to the knelt Primarch and the battle ready Warlord. Brothers in arms, warm notions in his mind as he looked to them. To fight, was best beside your brethren. For your children, for your kin. Battles such as these were the ones that mattered, memories to be made for the hard days of distance to come.

"Your fidelity warms the heart, brothers." Tathra's words were soft, a nod given to the Warlord as Drek'ma would rise from the ground.

The Titan's eyes shifted to the artificer captain working alongside the Shaman beast masters to coordinate the Siege Fortress. She was a mighty creature, and they were about to demonstrate their strength through her. No doubt the defenders knew this was coming, all of their deployed Gunboats had given Tyr a wide birth, the Drael did not intend for the ground beneath their feet to remain for long. With no perceived resistance against the massive creature, this would be the primary entry point for their forces on foot. Although it would be a temporary chokehold, he was confident they would take the walls and new entry points would be opponent by the other Siege Towers.

"Bring down the wall! Primarch, deliver us to our deployed warriors."

They had spent too much time out of the fight already, the Titan was ready to shed Confederate blood again. It had been a long time since Eshan, too long. Ahead of the trio, a white portal appeared; cast by the Primarch. The Siege Fortress reached across the distance between it and the Wall, snarling as it bellowed - the ground quaking beneath it. Its many arms, latching on like piercing blades as the wall would begin to shake and tremble. The Siege Fortress buckled, stretching out its legs as Tyr'kaditus slowly began to pull. The massive tendrils on its back looked over the walls, emitting massive beams of light; obliterating buildings and defences within Sentinel.

Where the fighting was thickest, a white ball of energy would materialise, cutting into the fabric of space around it before expanding outward like a tear. Unveiling the trio stepping through. The portal closed behind them, eyes scanned over the battlements. Juggernaut warriors baring his markings fought here, making way for the rest of their kind.

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