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HOTH SNOWBALL FIGHT! [Christmas Event!]

Suhr

Guest
Hoth. An ice planet, as desolate and bleak a wasteland as physically possible. A near constand blizzard made eight feet high snowdrifts a nearly hourly occurence...

Which made the planet the perfect place for a snowball fight. Invitations had been sent out to practically the entire galaxy, summoning everyone to a war like no other... A war with snow. Weapons were banned from the event, as was placing ice or rocks in the middle of snowballs. Everything else (aside from lethal force use) was perfectly acceptable.

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Nala was as bundled as she'd ever been. She wore decent white heavy isolated jacket and pants to cover herself, given how she really always hated the cold, and had a decent snow helmet with visors attached. While she wasn't a fan of the cold and snow she could never pass up a decent snowball fight. After landing her personal shuttle away from where the actual spot on Hoth the battle was supposed to take place she cautiously made her way around. She tried to be stealthy as could be; well as a kminoan could be in this situation. Her force senses were keen for any signs of anything. She ducked by the nearest snowbank and peered from the side to watch for anyone coming. This was going to be so fun!

@Suhr
 
"So... C-c-cold...." Gherron waded through the snowdrift, wrapped in two layers of clothing, and absolutely freezing. He had begged his master to take him to the planet unceasingly, but only now wondered why. The conditions were horrible, but the promise of a galaxy-wide snowball fest? He couldn't resist. So far, he had'nt seen anyone else, but he kept his guard up. Using the force, he summoned a snowball three times the size of his fist, and looked around for any movement.
 
Lucien had decided to embrace the childlike bit inside of him that he had left locked away even when he was only young.He was used to the cold he didn't like it but he was used to it.He was dressed much as he normally would be his invitation clutched in a leather clad hand.He was excited but made no show of it.Having left his saber at home he felt just a little naked.
As he stepped from his ship into the wasteland of Hoth he tugged the lapel of his over coat closer and trudged out into the snow. He spotted a second person and walked over to them offering a nod in greeting but saying nothing.He only had to wait, Perhaps he should use this time to formulate a battle plan.
 

Lord Ghoul

Guest
Mikhail strode down the Pariah's ramp wearing sensible cold weather gear. Booted feet sank deep into the snow and he grimaced as the icy wind bit annoyingly at his face. Could Shorn, the Thronebreaker, really be present for a snowball fight? The galaxy would soon find out. But of course, those who knew him at all knew him well enough to know that Mikhail never showed up to a planned event without something of his own planned to, which would probably piss in the face of the rules and authority, as Mikhail Shorn was apt to do.

He wore a the Soulsaber at his hip in blatant disregard for the invitation's regulations. And oh, how he hoped someone would just try to stop him. The urge to fight, the will to power, flowed in a deep undercurrent through his psyche, courtesy of Derriphan.

Just as he finished closing the ramp to his ship, a snowball hit him in the face. Shorn's entire body stiffened and he turned around, murder in his eyes, somehow dangerously offset by that all-too-charming smile which played across his lips. He couldn't tell who in this mess had thrown the offending snowball, but someone would pay the price.

Raising a hand, Mikhail gathered snow telekinetically and then crushed it together. The packed snow was... dangerously hard. This probably would not have become a huge factor, except that Shorn's next action was to telekinetically launch that packed snowball with enough force to crush someone's trachea... straight at @[member="Gherron Vael"]'s trachea.
 

Matreya

Well-Known Member
Zaiden sat amongst the snow, he hadn't even received an invitation as the others had. No, Zaiden simply loved the cold, and loved Hoth. It was a home for a great portion of his life. Clad in a simple silk suit, black as always, with a thin cloak draped over his shoulders to stop the worst of the bite. As he sat still, hidden by being out of sight, Zaiden watched the others arrive...Shorn was here. Zaiden slowly let a sadistic grin spread across his face, there before him was the man he had made his primary goals. Stop anything and everythingthe man pplanned, even if it meant death.

Oh yes, death. No longer did Zaiden believe himself equipped for outright combat with the Master. He had attacked on the day of @[member="Dranok Lussk"]'s coronation, wounding Shorn. But even with the best of his skills and having wounded the Thronebreaker, he still cohldnt best him. It was a simple thing to understand. Zaiden was not as powerful as he would have others believe.

But that didn't change his mindset, nor his plans in the least. Remaining hidden, Zaiden packed down a moderate sized ball of snow, and with a Balistakenesis powered throw launched it straight for Shorn's nose.

@[member="Mikhail Shorn"]
 

Suhr

Guest
Having never experienced the snow before, Suhr had arrived on world a day early, to ensure she wouldn't be caught out by anything unfamilliar. It was wonderful, and she had quickly gotten to work building a small wall to hide behind that morning... A wall that had soon turned into a snow drift, the very same one that a certain @[member="Nala Tu"] had crept around. Seeing Nala's figure finally pop into view, Suhr instantly lept at the Kaminoan, in an effort to drag her down to the floor, and thus out of view from any potential hostiles...


"Shhh! If we're quiet we can ambush those two over there!" Apparently her intention was to team up with the Kaminoan, in order to ambush the first two arrivals, but it remained to be seen how Nala would take this...
 

Lord Ghoul

Guest
Precognition sent a tingle of danger down Shorn's spine and he raised a hand, stopping the snowball screeching toward his nose with sheer power in the Force. One did not simply throw things at a Sith Lord who specialized in throwing things. The snowball fell, anticlimactically. Stretching out his senses in the Force, Mikhail felt the offender's presence.

"Zaiden," Mikhail hissed. Then something flashed in those pale, devious eyes. Using telekinesis, Shorn attempted to pin the man to the ground. "Hang on a sec, I don't want to fight you," Shorn sent telepathically to the man as he walked over to the ex-god's location. "I just want to talk."

@[member="Shado"]
 
Everything was completely still. The only sound Gherron could hear was the sound of his own breath. Then, he felt something hurling straight at him with massive force behind it. Turning just in time, he moved his own snowball in front of the other, effectively blocking it and adding to his massive projectile. Turning to see the thrower, he spotted a man who had just left his ship. "Perfect." A grin spread on his fade, and he put as much force as he could behind the snowball, sending it straight for center mass.

@[member="Mikhail Shorn"]
 

Matreya

Well-Known Member
As the man approached, Zaiden would appear to be flailing in attempts at freedom. This was true, but Zaiden was found out and just as normal he would not run. He simply wished to be able to sit up, as his hair couldn't get wet cause it would get poofy and slightly afro like. When he finally managed to knock away the man's hold he simply sat up with his legs bent and both arms resting between.

Eyeing Shorn threw the thin curtain of hair that hung along his forehead as he approached, Zaiden wouldn't show fear. He knew it swelled deep within himself, but he would not even admit it to himself. No, he was the Legate of the 120th Legion, he was one of the best known fighters amongst his friends. And just as much, he was stubborn.

"Sup Shorn? How's the shoulder? And the chest..how did you get that hole filled so well?" He said, laughing at his own joke.

@[member="Mikhail Shorn"]
 
At first Nala was afraid that she'd been attacked by a wompa, being that they were inhabitants of this planet, but settled when she saw it was @[member="Suhr"]. She calmed, taking a few deep breaths, before hearing her plan. She was relieved, both on the count that she now had an ally in the fight and that she still wasn't a wompa. She peeked over to see who Shur was talking about, seeing the two she'd targeted for them, and looked back to her nodding in agreement. She took a handful of snow, which was a lot given how large her fingers were, and rolled it up into one large ball, waiting on her word to strike. She had to stop herself twice from giggling with anticipation.
 

Lord Ghoul

Guest
Shorn let out a frosty breath as he felt another tingle down his spine. Precognition. Someone else was trying to get in a jab while his back was turned. Coward. Not that Mikhail could blame the man, or woman.

Casually, he gestured behind him, shattering the snowball flying toward his back with a telekinetic shove, continuing to walk toward Zaiden. Reaching out with his senses once more, he found the offender. The guy he'd thrown the snowball at. Some weak lightside nobody. Mentally shrugging, Shorn decided to deal with the lesser of two problems later.

He smiled tightly at Zaiden's joke, standing over the man who'd challenged him on numerous occasions and somehow always fallen short. Looking at him now, Shorn didn't feel anger, but then he didn't feel pity either.

"Bluntly: your little bloodfeud with me is getting annoying and will probably get you killed. So let's end it, right here." Shorn extended a hand, offering to help the man to his feet. "It's all in the past."

@[member="Shado"]
@[member="Gherron Vael"]
 

Matreya

Well-Known Member
Zaiden thought about it. He had started off thinking Mikhail a good man, a little eccentric, but a good man. As time passed though, his views had shifted. Shorn became ever more potent, all the more evil as the days ticked away. At one point he fought with more honor than most, Zaiden had to realize this. The man could have easily killed Zaiden that day their own duel ensued, but he left him alive.

Taking the man's hand and rising Zaiden looked into his eyes, "Very well. It's done." Instead of releasing his hand, Zaiden squeezed, not tightly, as he shook the hand, "Admit it. Your growing tired of fixing yourself huh?" Zaiden said and laughed as he finally let his hand fall back to his side. Shorn may pretend to be unaffected by Zaiden, but the Legate had planted 2 holes and poured every ounce of energy he had, TWICE, into the man. Just because he hadn't won, didn't mean his mark wasn't left...hopefully. Surprisingly Zaiden felt this the most intriguing thing, did he even scar the Thronebreaker?

@[member="Mikhail Shorn"]
 

Nyxie

【夢狐】
High above the clouds, shielded by the great storm, a lone frigate soared above the skies in Hoths exoatmosphere. It grew lower and lower until it was skimming the blizzard at relatively high speeds. "Thirty seconds to drop!" One voice firmly yelled. The ship came lower still, as the storm began battering around its hull and shaking up its frame. "Twenty seconds." Alachei prepared herself, checking that her straps were all secured on her plasteel rucksack and her heavy, white trench coat. She double checked to make sure her headdress was locked tightly to her plated horns. "Ten seconds." Finally the ship started to slow down, and at this point it was rattling about as it forced itself against the hail and heavy winds. A side cargo door suddenly opened, wind and snow quickly rushing in, blowing her snow white hair all about her face. A heavy light near the cargo door shutter turned yellow. "DZ in Five... Four... Three... Two..." The heavily-suited figure yelled. Through the heavy storm Alachei could finally see the ground in broken up patches of visibility. "Go, go, go!" One figure leapt out of the cargo bay, then another. And the next. Then finally, it was her turn. The operator yelling the countdown simply nodded at her, then she leapt forward.

Almost instantly, everything grew quiet and calm as she initially fell from the frigate. Then, almost like being slammed back into reality, the sound of rushing wind from Alachei accelerating descent picked up into a harsh whistling uproar. A few seconds continued with nothing but blinding heavy clouds and whiteout gusts of wind. Finally, she broke through the cloud cieling and could see the members who jumped before her descending on their suits. The sun, occasionally breaking through patches of thinning clouds off in the horizon broke through, glistening brightly against the cold, snowy surface. She exited a nose dive by opening her arms and legs up, causing resistance against the air. Then she reached for a small device straped to her person and lifted it to her line of sight, checking for an altimeter reading. After three thousand feet, she broke open wind sails and glided gently to the surface where she saw the remainder of others' landing suits scattered across the ground. Two more landed behind her, some time after she touched down.

They all began packing their gear back into their plasteel rucksacks before finally regrouping around Alachei. A man lifted his goggles over his helmet. "Ready for action, ma'am." he said, saluting with his fist to his chest, followed by the others doing the same in tandem. Another pulled out a large datapad with a holomap. "According to our initial scanning, there are mountains here, here and here. Between the first two is a fairly large tundra. It's about five kilometers out, it has a large hill that overlooks the whole thing." He pointed to the locations on the map and traced the destination back to their current location with his finger, the long claw protruding through his glove gently cutting through the holographic surface.
"Alright. Take us there please, Captain."

(((Holy sh*t, I started working on this on and off after post #3, now look where it is, lmfao!...)))
 
The snowball would have hit it's mark, except that the man had literally exploded it in mid air. That was no fun. Looking around, Gherron decided to find some others to mess with. As he looked, he saw two women, a Kaminoan and a twi'liek. This might be interesting. Smirking, he made his way to them.

@[member="Suhr"] @[member="Nala Tu"]
 

Lord Ghoul

Guest
Oh yes, there were scars aplenty. Shorn could feel their aches now. There were so many of them, beneath these clothes he wore. Slowly, piece by piece, they were turning his body into a monster to fit the man inside. Smiling disarmingly, Shorn threw an arm over Zaiden's shoulders and dragged the man into a bro-hug.

"Tired? Oh yes... I'm tired."

Shorn's grip around the man tightened, pressing Zaiden close to him.

SNAP-HISS

The activation of the lightsaber came without warning. Purple light splayed across both Zaiden and Mikhail.

Too late, Zaiden would glance down to find the bronze dragon head emitter of the Soulsaber pointed at his side and angling upward, toward the ribcage. The blade would go through the man's side, burning through flesh, bone, and lungs. Mikhail felt oddly nostalgic. He remembered doing this to Anaya Fen. Even she had been unable to stop his strike from landing.

Mikhail's smile shifted then, mirroring the murder in his eyes.


"....Tired of you."


@[member="Shado"]
 

Suhr

Guest
Suhr grinned at Nala, and couldnt help but laugh a little herself - albeit quietly. She dug into the snow with her synthleather gloved hands, and proceeded to make a few balls of snow for her and her impromptu battle-buddy to use. Her head peeked over the top of the snow drift, just enough for her eyes to scan the combat. There. She signalled to Nala with her right hand that @[member="Lucien Cordel"] and @[member="Gherron Vael"] were the targets.
"Whenever you're ready!"

Suhr half peeked her head back down, just enough so she would be able to see which of the two @[member="Nala Tu"] would choose as her first snow covered victim.
 
Nala nodded to @[member="Suhr"] before poking herself out from the bank and saying "Incoming!"

She gave a hard toss to @Gherron Vael, aiming for the back of his head. When he would turn she'd have already ducked back behind the snowbank and began making more snowballs in her hands. She signaled to Suhr that she had hers, now it was time to take her target.
 

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