Operation Icebreaker (SO vs. SJO)

Darth Prazutis · Feb 13, 2017

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Beornskald System, Midvinter
Aboard the Harbinger...

Deep within the farthest reaches of the north a darkness long thought broken by the known galaxy gathered. A darkness swept away following the shattering of an empire and its fall from grace, its banners torn down. In the wake of the One Sith Empire's destruction it was thought the great Sith Order would never recover, not for many years. In the aftermath of the destructive battle of Atrisia that saw the ultimate destruction of countless Sith Lords it was believed the once terrible scourge in the galaxy had finally, at long last been swept away into the obscure pages of history.

They were wrong.

It had taken months of preparation and communication among the Sith Order to plan the assault, months spent gathering resources and rounding the great pack of wolves together. Word spread from the citadels of Oricon, to the towering citadel of Panatha, from the ruined plains of Maena to the sprawling lands of Mindabaal, and the mysterious lands of Lorrd word spread across the galaxy gathering these great wolves together once more. The Sith Order were swept into the shadows gone from public eye with few incursions following the death throes of a fallen Empire, now these great monsters were gathered together for one target. One threat that glowed like a torch in a sea of darkness.

Midvinter.

A crucial world to the Silver Jedi Order and home of [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] & [member="Coci Heavenshield"], as well as the home of the Valkyri. The snow capped world was their target, its people their enemy. Far too long have the Heavenshields sat in their high mountaintop homes looking down at the rest of the galaxy, leading their petty crusades against the darkness. For far too long they've known safety from the reaches of the Sith. A reckoning would come to Midvinter and all would suffer.

In orbit dozens of signatures would read across scanners across the world in alarm, dozens of hyperspace signatures making their entry into the system a myriad of sized ships. These signatures were led however by a pair of ships that ultimately manifested first in the system. The Immortal-Class Dreadnaught "Harbinger" manifested alongside the Tactical Primeval-Class Star Destroyer "Ruination" , flagship of the God-King [member="Darth Carnifex"].

Deep within the Harbinger within an meditation chamber stood Braxus Zambrano; King of Thule and Rattatak, Despot of Maena, and Arch-Prince of the Panathan Empire. The King stood bare chested his arms spread out to his sides as a pair of priests moved about the chamber spreading a thick, sickening incense of putrefaction billowing about like a fog as scented oils were applied to his paling, muscular form by trio of gaudily dressed servants. One by one layers of clothing were placed on the God-Prince by these servants who then began the process of applying a set of dark armor. Meanwhile a high priest stood before the divine monarch reciting prayers in the name of the God-Prince:

"Prince, your enemies are abundant.
Many are those who rise up against you.
But my faith sustains me; I shall not fear the legion,
Should they set themselves against you."

The high priest continued as the great spiked helm was slid over the God-Prince's head, its eyes glowing a piercing red. The trio of servants then opened a series of chests as a series of artifacts were then carefully applied to the Kings person: A pair of lightsabers(x,x), a dark amulet, a ring slid on his finger before gauntlets were applied. A series of pistols were slid into holsters at his sides, and a rifle on his back, the priest continued:

"Those who oppose thee
Shall know the wrath of Man.
Field and forest shall burn,
The seas shall rise and devour them,
The wind shall tear their nations
From the face of the earth,
Lightning shall rain down from the sky,
They shall cry out to their false gods,
And find silence."

A single servant approached the King then as all others bowed before him, this one man knelt and presented the infamous runeblade Daesumnor, tucked away in its dark sheath. The entire chamber suffocated under the crushing weight of undulating waves of darkness that emanated from his form. The runeblade floated through the air through the subtle motions of his fingers, the Dark Lord grabbed the runeblade and strapped in on descending from the chamber.

As the God-Prince moved through the ship the halls were lined with men, loyal crew of the ship as well as soldiers all who knelt before him as he passed. A droid dressed in the traditional garb and kimono of an Atrisian warrior moved to his side, its soulless eyes constantly tracking each humanoid in or near his master. "Allocer status report, is the legion ready?" The King asked as they wound around a corner, moving through the ships halls. "All ships carrying designated members of the Sith Order have safely arrived. The legion brought by his imperial and royal apostolic majesty the God-King as well as elements from your world of Thule have brought together a full legion of the Blackblade Guard. They await your word." Allocer said his voice respectful.

"Excellent send the signal to all Sith forces, it is time to begin." He replied, as they descended into the hangar where he would meet ally and friend [member="Asharad Graush"] alongside his lover [member="Braith Achlys"]. All across Sith forces each would be hailed by the cerulean phoenix of House Zambrano.

All throughout space swarms of ships and drop pods emerged amidst the dog fighting of fighters like an angry hornets nest its wrath unleashed.

Objectives:

Loot, pillage, and destroy Tháinbroek, only known city on Midvinter.
Kill the King and his entire family.
Draw the Silver Jedi Order out from hiding and destroy them.
Bring ruination to Midvinter.
BYOO

Tersen Merrick · Feb 13, 2017

While sitting in his meditation chamber in the Academy on Oricon, gets a message sent out on a old Sith channel. The message requested all Sith to form up for an assault on the Silver Jedi. This sent a grin to Tersen's face, the Silver Jedi as they called themselves, were a thorn in his side. Though never meeting them in the field of battle yet, They held Dromund Kaas. This was not acceptable to Tersen, hopefully he could gain control of it away from the SJO, but this would require some tact.

For now his academy on Oricon, would due. A time would come for him to return to Dromund Kaas as a liberator from the Jedi. For now they will see the revenge of an old enemy. One of the last of the Sith from the Vitiate Empire.

Darth Abyss · Feb 13, 2017

War had called again, and as always Abyss happily accepted the invitation. He wasn't a designated warrior and neither did he shared the same hate for the jedi that most sith inherited, but to pass up on a day of glory, a day were the sith would rise from the shadows to rip out the heart of the jedi and their light, wasn't going to happen. Yet he had no intentions to go into this battle like a soldier, he wouldn't march with his forces rallied behind him, and with ships clouding the sky of the silvers homeworld. No, there was a reason why he had been titled not only the Black Assassin, but also aspect of famine by the rest of the sith assassins. His brand of death creeped up on his enemies, slowly reached for their limps, pumped through their veins until it reached their heart.

Instead of dropping in with the rest of the sith fleet, Abyss and his mean rested on board of several civilian shuttles and freightes, all outfitted with forged transponder codes, which waited on the edge of the plants reach, just outside of the approximate sensor reach of midvinter. His men, and Abyss himself were all shrouded in a wide variety of white robes, civilian clothes and some even in medical attire, and the ships were filled with "medical" supplies, which were in fact drugs, their potency ramped up to the max, killing or at least severely over clocking the body of anyone consuming them.

When the sith began to hail down on the planet, Abyss gave a quick command to his leading officer. A second later the small collection of ships began to move, while Abyss stepped to a comm terminal, and opened a connection to the city down below. His face covered in make up, that transformed his skin from corrupted in to a interesting looking near-human, he activated the holographic transmission.

"This is Kyle Miles of the Order of the Sacred Lotus. We've been getting a lot of strange signals, so we decided to come by and see if you need help. We have both medical supplies and trained medical personal. If you allow we would like to assist with evacuation and humanitarian aid. Transmitting our codes now."

The image faded, and Abyss returned to his crew. This was the main plan, but should they be caught before they could even touch the surface, he would simply improvise a new one.

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Tersen Merrick"] @AnyoneElse

Matsu Xiangu · Feb 13, 2017

LOCATION: Above Midvinter - Approaching
ENEMIES: All ya’ll Jedi.
ALLIES: [member="Korog Zordaal"] | Any Sith

The last time she had faced off against the Silver Jedi, she had been completely alone.

Her Children had been there of course, a roiling army of the Undead that had laid waste to a swath of Dromund Kaas in their hunger, had taken the lives of Silver Padawan and Master alike.

But still, so very alone. No faction to represent. No ally at her side.

This time she had none of her undead with her, but her Acolyte was at her side. Her son was somewhere in the fleet descending on Midvinter, her son. And the entirety of the Sith Order fleet roared in to atmosphere above the home of the Heavenshields.

Her history with the Silver Jedi was long and storied. Almost every scar on her body had been from one of their people. Valiens Nantaris. Siobhan Kerrigan when she had belonged to their number. (So righteous, maiming her and claiming themselves the good ones. The protectors. Just. As. Cruel. As. Me.) She would not miss the chance to once more prowl over their soil.

“This will be your first real test, Korog,” she said quietly, turning to walk towards the back of the ship where they would exit as her vessel tilted downwards with the rest of the fleet to head in for a landing. “Do not disappoint me.”

Leora · Feb 13, 2017

LOCATION: Descending to the Planet
OBJECTIVE: Find Coci Heavenshield

https://youtu.be/RZVyHH-voR8

One of the ships that breached the naval skirmish line was an Assassin-class Corvette called Eidolon. It was old, and those who had paid attention in the weeks prior to, and after, the Sith uprising against the Silver Jedi in the Stygian Caldera may have seen it or caught wind of its presence. It descended like fire through the sky of Midvinter, falling down towards the planet, bearing its precious cargo of soldiers for the fight against the Silver Jedi, these false purveyors of "good" on a quest to eradicate the galaxy of all darkness, thereby breaking the Jedi creedo of desiring balance. They could never be allowed to survive in this galaxy as a result of this fact alone, let alone the fact they were hypocrites known to harbor mass murderers.

They'd already lost one of their staunchest warriors.

Leos looked down at his hand where he held Connor's saber. Old as it was, it was a wonder the girl had wanted it back so much. It wasn't even the one Connor had been using when he came to Mirial to seek his vengeance. Vengeance that had left him a broken, battered, husk of what he had once been. The same husk that had apparently been deprived of his connection to the Force not long after. Humorous.

"Sir our descent is as planned but we're taking incoming fire from the surface."

"Continue. We fall upon Tháinbroek. She will be there."

At least, as far as he knew she would be. [member="Coci Heavenshield"]. He intended to seek her out in this fray. Words must be shared, notions bandied. Ultimately, they would face each other as foes. The last time they'd been face to face, Connor had called Leos a child. Connor was now one with the dark. One down. The fire had burned in Thurion that day as well. Leos had sensed it, but the Grandmaster would not be an easy one to take on. No, Leos first had to go through his wife. He tugged his helmet onto his head, concealing his features as they dropped down towards the planets surface, intent on landing near the outskirts of the city, as undoubtedly others would do.

"This isn't about bloodshed. Our targets are the Jedi and only the Jedi. I don't want to hear of civilians being killed by our guns. Is that understood, Captain?"

"Of course, sir."

"Very good. Now I must take my leave. I have someone I need to see."

Darth Carnifex · Feb 13, 2017

Les Litanies de Satan

Aboard the Ruination
In orbit above Midvinter

In the darkest recesses of the Ruination a monster stirred from his trance, his naked flesh stained with streaks of sweat from the oppressive heat generated by several wing-like apparatuses encircling a throne of jagged metal and stone, an edifice to countless battlefields and shattered Jedi fortresses. For many days and many nights he had sat on that throne to fast, stoic as stone as he let the Dark Side course through him like water from an open pipe, his subconscious focusing on the battle that they, his brethren in darkness, rushed towards with voracious hunger.

They had waited for this day for a long time, plotted and planned, slowly gathering resources until they could muster up a force strong enough to threaten the delusion sanctity the Heavenshields enjoyed on this snow-wreathed world.

He swore he'd see it burn, and he was not one to fail on his promises.

His eyes burst open, luminous pupils piercing the haze of smoke and incense. With gentle movement he rose from his throne and all at once a swarm of lilac-robed servants rushed forward from the darkness, clay pots filled with fetid smelling liquid clutched tightly in their emancipating hands. They wasted no time in dipping their fingers into the oil and smearing it upon the sculpted muscle of Carnifex, his slick skin shining in the gloom as the servants finished their task.

Fragments of armor descended from the rafters, levitated by the Force they encircled the Sith Lord before assembling themselves on his body one segment at a time until he was completely covered. A Sith sword, raised upon a pillow of fine silk, was brought before him by one of the hooded serfs and with the gentleness of a lover he hefted up the blade to study the blade before sheathing it in a scabbard tied at his hip. A staff too was brought before him, one wrought of black steel and capped by a skull carved with intricate hieroglyphs that pulsed with latent magic, the faintest sensation of spidery darkness tainting the air as he wrapped his fingers around its shaft.

He strode from his sanctum with purpose, the pounding of sabaton against floor echoing through the Imperialistic corridors of the warship as the Dark Lord made his way down to the staging area several levels below. Before him was arrayed his might, the Blackblade Guard; a clenched fist eager to strike his enemies. They raised their own clenched fists in salute as he passed, their loyalty and dedication absolute to that which bound them together, to that which gave them purpose. For too long they have shared their Lord's anguish at the inability to properly land a blow against the Heavenshields, but now his jubilation was their jubilation.

They would share in this black vindication, and by the day's end they would be drunk with victory. Or they would choke upon their own blood, a smile gracing their lips as they died for what they believed in.

Either way they would kill, they would stain their hands with the blood of the despised.

Carnifex now stood before the procession, but there were no words to say. No speech to be given, the Blackblades knew their purpose. They knew what was asked of them, what was demanded of them. They would share in this black vindication, and by the day's end they would be drunk with victory. Or they would choke upon their own blood, a smile gracing their lips as they died for what they believed in.

Either way they would kill, they would stain their hands with the blood of the despised.

The klaxons began to wail, the battle was soon to be joined. From a marble basin filled with the ashes of a dozen's dozen slain Jedi Masters and Knights, Carnifex removed a horned helmet and brought it down to rest upon his head. He pumped his fist into the air, prompting a massive roar of hunger from the assembled soldiers; the intensity of which could pierce the blackened void of space and let all those down below know what awaited for them in the stars above.

Death.

Dredge · Feb 13, 2017

It had been well over a year or two since the galaxy had felt death brought upon them by the hordes of Graug and Yuuzhan Vong, they had been kept quiet since the monster known as Dredge had seemingly retired from his place reigning terror across the galaxy. Nothing seemed to motivate him anymore, ever since his duel with [member="Connor Harrison"] he had been a hermit. He had stayed low and had only come out a handful of times to go out for a milk run. Even during the other battles with the Sith Order, he never showed up or really cared. It was all pointless when you fought an enemy that was as evil as you. There was no right or wrong anymore, no good or evil. Just shades of gray. Dredge always wanted to snuff out the light, he wanted to crush the good guys, he wanted them to watch as he destroyed everything they loved. He knew he was the bad guy of the galaxy, and it made him do his job to perfection. But in a world where there was no light, no good people, there was no one worth killing.

That was until today. Midvinter, home of some of the two brightest and shinning goodie two shoes the galaxy had known. Thurion and Coci Heavenshield. Two that had protected the galaxy, saved countless lives, and sacrificed the opportunity to get ahead in the galaxy for what they believed to be right. Those were people worth killing, and Dredge respected them like no one else. So the war drums were beating and aboard one of the many ships brought by the Sith Order, Dredge had finally come out to play.

"NALKRIUK AYH KULKNEJ!!!" Dredge screamed out as he addressed rows of Yuuzhan Vong and Graug from atop a dropship. His black armor glinted off the light of the hanger casting a shadow over his troops. Finally he felt the drive for battle and he would spur his troops to feel the same.

"DEUKAVRUCAVION!!!" They shouted back in perfect unison of one another.

"WHAAV DO KULKNEJ THRAK!!" Dredge shouted out he raised his bastard sword up to the crowd.

"DEAAVH DEAAVH DEAAVH!!" The horde of Graug and Vong shouted thrice as they lifted their weapons in unison with their chants.

Dredge would then turn to out over Midvinter. The remnants of the Horde were coming, they would burn Midvinter to the ground and finally Dredge would feel alive again. He'd feel more than indifference towards the galaxy, Dredge would return and with him the fires that had consumed so many lives.

"And woe to our enemies." Dredge said to himself as the grip on his bastard sword tightened.

[member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Tersen Merrick"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Ignus"] [member="Darth Carnifex"]

Darth Imperia · Feb 13, 2017

Equipment: Lightsabers, Armor

Allies: [member="Aria Vale"], [member="Onley Xiangu"], Sithy Buddies
Enemies: The Silver Jedi
Goal: Burn it down, baby.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8aas1Qrksls

Darth Imperia had, after the death of her Mentor, become a bit of a recluse. She had neglected her duty to the Sith cause, and instead spent most of her time lounging about in her fortress on Rhelg.

It was time for that to change.

Self-centered as she was, she was still a Sith, and when she heard whispers of an attack on Midvinter, well.

She couldn't resist.

The Knight spread her tendrils, flexed her muscles - and called in friends.

First, Aria Vale. Newly minted Dark Sider, former Silver Jedi, and Imperia's best friend. Aria had been surprisingly receptive to the idea of participating in a raid on her former family, and with a few gentle words of encouragement (and a slight bit of mental manipulation; Imperia really did like Aria, but she couldn't help herself sometimes), she managed to convince the girl to, at the very least, tag along. It would be good for her - at least going by Imperia's definition of "good."

And then there was Onley Xiangu. Criminal Scum, child of the Sith, and an incredibly resourceful ally. They'd met during Imperia's first expedition to Rhelg, and she'd attempted to keep tabs on him ever since - that part was easier, now that she had a corporation or two at her disposal. He'd also been rather easy to convince, all things considered. Credits made everyone friendly.

Imperia stood at the bridge of her ship, the Jen'Midwan, bedecked in her personalized armor and with a pair of lightsabers on her hip. Soldiers and slaves - the two were interchangeable, at least under Imperia's rule - maintained the ship, so the important actors could lounge until they hit the planet.

Imperia turned to face her companions, the wide grin on her face hidden by her featureless mask. Nothing, however, could hide the utter glee that tinted her voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready? Because this is going to be glorious."

It was good to be back.

Tersen Merrick · Feb 13, 2017

The old Imperial Assault Shuttle started to descend towards the planet of Midvinter. He would hope to find the king first and maybe rest his arms around the king's neck to gain control of Dromund Kaas. Though this was Tersen's goal, he wanted to assist the other Sith with the killing as well. Maybe find one or two jedi to turn to the dark side and corrupt them to the teachings of Vitiate. He wanted to bring some more followers to his fold and possibly bring back the empire of old. This was a huge goal to be placed on just an acolyte but yet, as he knew there weren't any Sith alive that would remember that era, it was something he wished to make sure was learned. It would also put the fear back into the Jedi, as they lost many worlds to the Emperor, and if it wasn't for the Dark Council the Sith Empire could have reign supreme and wiped the Republic out.

Tersen was alone in his shuttle, he kept thinking how he should have brought some troopers with him from the Imperial Army on his original quest, but his master forebode it. It was part of his trial to become a Sith Knight, funny how things worked out. This thought made him grin a bit, then turned that feeling to anger to use against the Jedi scum that surely were waiting for him once he landed.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Dredge"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

Onley Xiangu · Feb 13, 2017

LOCATION: Above Midvinter - Approaching
ALLIES: [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Darth Imperia"]
ENEMIES: Jedi

The longer he was alive, the more he was sure that there would never be a day where in the time between waking and falling asleep that nothing strange happened.

It was certainly the only explanation for where he currently found himself.

He hadn’t expected to be invading a planet with Aria Vale for one thing. And he hadn’t expected to be contacted by Mala again so soon either. They weren't the strangest bedfellows all told - each spoke a common language of credits or war. And yet he couldn't help but feel somewhat surreal surrounded by workers flying around the ship as it began its descent with the entirety of the Sith Order fleet.

Imperia, to her credit, had something of what seemed like a cavalier air about her. Or at least that's what he assumed given her grin and question. This was something he could get behind, already shedding some of the stuffy doom and gloom for a little bit of...fun.

Decked out in his armor, lightsaber at his hip, he lounged with his helmet in his lap as Midvinter’s landscape loomed large over the bridge. His Mother was out there somewhere in the Fleet - he could sense the coalescing of her power as they neared her enemy’s world. But they lived their lives in separate worlds and this day that wasn't changing. He was optimistic his current companions would be a stellar choice.

“Looks like a lot of snow. We need to fix that.”

Progflaw99 · Feb 13, 2017

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Location: East of Tháinbroek, The Great Maw

Status: En Route to Objective, Tháinbroek

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Midvinter. If that wasn't clue enough, the icy tones seen through the small cockpit of her personal vessel, a modified HWK-290 Light Freighter. The view was limited, at least with her natural eye though the interior of the cockpit had been equipped with a 360 degree external battlespace view patched into the pilot's helmet. It had been quite a steal, literally - though its previous owner couldn't be bothered to track the Sith acolyte down, she'd made sure of that. Loose ends were a nasty business. Now, high above the vast ocean called "The Great Maw" the girl looked back to her control readouts. She'd made a point to practice and learn how to pilot starships since her first arrival upon Oricon though now - she was at very least a novice. Landing and takeoffs were easy, at least on relatively even terrain. As she read the readouts in front of her however, she became anxious. She knew little of Midvinter and as she streaked towards the coordinates she'd been given she could see landing might be trickier than she'd first thought - Midvinter was quite mountainous. Perhaps if she was lucky, she'd be able to find a place nearby to their target she could land at and traverse on foot from there.

It was a stark difference, the temperature here as opposed to Oricon, the molten slag of her home almost comforting now but this.. this would be uncomfortable. Even now she shifted uncomfortably, reaching down to a control panel and adjusting the ship's environmental control, the thick cloak she wore keeping her almost too warm in the confines of the climate controlled cockpit. Setting her mind to the task at hand, she kept her eyes scanning for any sign of pursuit, from what her novice skills could tell her she'd entered the atmosphere undetected but with what was about to happen, she wouldn't count on that for long. Tháinbroek was their objective - the city a symbolic target of choice for the Sith, the crown jewel of the Heavenshields - whoever that was. Lyra had done her homework diligently, learning about the history of the Sith but she had yet to fully grasp the most recent of events, the name meaning little to her though to the others who had planned this raid it meant much.

Her Sith Master, Lord Tirdarius had seen fit to send her on her own, no doubt he would be here during the raid but as was the Sith way, she had to prove her worth - she could not hide in the Master's shadow and expect to be coddled. She had come armed, almost to the teeth though she still lacked the signature weapon of the Sith - a lightsaber. Despite this, she had taken weapons that would allow her a fighting chance against the Jedi they expected to encounter. An electrostaff was just one of her weapons, several others yet stowed in various compartments aboard her vessel. She'd yet to name it - she'd never been good with names - things were what they were, and so for the time being she simply referred to it as 'her vessel'.

She as well as all the others had received the transmission issued by their raid leader, though from this point on she was mostly on her own unless someone else tagged along or swept her up in the heat of the moment. As she soared over the Great Maw, the coastline came into view, the black hulks of the mountains looming over the ice laden beaches and dry tundra, silent titans rising far above the ocean. It was cold, much colder than the mountains of Oricon - and they were covered in snow. Pressing a small button on her console an encrypted message was sent - her assumed callsign 'Drexyl 1'.

:: Drexyl One, Approaching from the east. ETA ten minutes to target. ::

The transmission would no doubt reach the bulk of the other Sith, though it was likely they wouldn't recognize the callsign. Despite having been under Lord Tirdarius' tutelage for a time now, she had no way of knowing how much the others knew of her - it was almost certain to be next to nothing. Even so - she was a part of their number now, even if but a small part. She was ready for a fight, or so she thought. No better way to test that theory than to be thrown headfirst into the fire. Would she catch fire and burn, or would she endure?

[member="Tirdarius"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Braith Achlys"]

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Imperia"] | [member="Onley Xiangu"] | [member="Ignus"] | [member="Darth Abyss"]

[member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

Garza · Feb 14, 2017

Objective: Protect my home away from home.
Location: Tháinbroek, Market
Friends: Silver Jedi... if there are any.
Enemies: All the Sith Above me in posting.
Gear: Armor, Hammer, Lightsaber, Ring,

It was always cold on Midvinter. The perpetual snow and ice made it comparable to Hoth, and in some cases, Ilum. Completely different from my time on Dantooine, or Voss. Having a trip into town for some groceries, some tools to replace those that have broken in the recent months, and maybe find something to take back home if it was good. While it was likely safer to take a speeder, or even to ride an animal into town, I liked to walk. It was enjoyable and allowed me some freetime away from working at the house.

With all of our kids now gone and out into the galaxy, all we could do was stay at home, and hope for the best. I had not seen my son since he had left us during the invasion to declare an old friend of mine Mandalore of the crusaders. Now that they have died out, and the clans have now become spread out, I returned home. I tried to do what I could for my son Zeph, but his absence had hurt not just myself. Maya felt like she hadn't done enough for him. When in the truth, she had done plenty. It was I who was gone from his life. I who pressured him to become a man before his time.

Shaking my head as I walked through the snow, the paint that had once covered my armor now dulled. The red scarf had turned almost a deep crimson from the dirt and the wet snow that had melted upon it. The blue on my armor to barely a grey. Why would I wear this armor when there are no enemies? The wildlife here was as deadly as the snow. Even then, there are various people who could try to take something from me as I traveled alone. The snow could hide a body in a few hours.

Even then, I always carried my hammer. It was my weapon much like a Lightsaber to a Jedi. They always had one. Even then, I still carried one of those as well. A very simple one. Single blue blade. Nothing special. However, I had to think what a weapon I could have if I wasn't wearing my most prized possession on my ring finger. The crystal embedded into the band on my finger. While sure, it helped stave off the cold of the planet, it was more so an item I prized because of my marriage to Maya.

Smiling as I looked up to the snowing sky. All of a sudden, I could see ships. Ones that were large enough to clearly be seen. My eyes widened under the t-shaped visor of my helmet. Rushing towards the city, I made my way past others who were making their way into the city. Shoving past others. I needed to get to the Midvinter Guard. I had to talk to somebody there to rally everyone to the city. This was the only target on the planet that was worth taking.

Yet, it was the only one worth defending.

Vitha Na'iv · Feb 14, 2017

Objective: Inform Jedi in town of developments and scout likely landing sites
Location: Tháinbroek, Market
Friends: Silver Jedi, [member="Xander Carrick"]
Enemies: Sith, snow, ice, and cold
Gear: Thick cloak, communicator, talons, beak

Vitha was the most miserable being in the universe. Slaves may be getting under the whip of their masters, prisoners could be getting tortured to death, and far worse but the Avogwi was sure what she was enduring was far worse. She had grown up on a hot world with two suns where water evaporated quite quickly and heat exhaustion could easily kill. Midvinter would be the last place in the galaxy she would have visited but the Jedi had decided she needed cold weather training. With nothing more then a thick brown cloak she'd wrapped around her body the bird was ill prepared.

None of this mattered though, enemy ships had triggered the sensor net and they were clearly heading this way. All Jedi and defense forces had been ordered to take up defenses of the city. Being rather qualified normally to deliver messages she'd been dispatched to round up all Jedi who might not have been informed. Spotting what seemed to be a hammer at the side of a heavily armoured warrior she quickly pressed through the snow doing small hops to avoid having to stand in it for to long. Birds didn't have many nerve endings in their feet but the sheer fact was the cold almost seemed to spread up through her red skin.

Loosening the cloak around her body with a few presses of her wings she let it drape from her back onto the ground. Hopping in front of him the padawan looked into the faceplate. "Enemy ships have been detected in hyperspace on course to this planet. All Jedi have been ordered to defenses master. I'm about to head to the likely landing zones to scout and report back on troop positions." Vitha said quickly trying to calm down the amount of shivering that nearly wracked her body as a small breeze started up.

Tyluko-Kai Kaimana · Feb 14, 2017

Objective: Aid fellow Silvers and the local forces in defense of Midvinter.
Location: Glacier overlooking an Iceberg filled sea
Friends: Silver Jedi and any local forces
Enemies: You baaaaadddd sith guys
Gear: Armor, Sword, Gauntlets

Tyluko sat upon the top of a large glacier overlooking the frigid coastal waters known as the Great Maw. Massive icebergs floated upon the surface of the water exposing only a fraction of their immense size. This was the planet Midvinter; home of the Heavenshields...Grandmasters of The Order of The Silver Jedi. Tyluko had come here to meditate amongst the vast frigid landscape. One might think that a Dolphinarian, a being who came from the warm tropical seas of Mon Calamari would be out of place on this icy world; but that couldnt be further from the truth. Tyluko did not mind the cold at all, Dolphinarians had a layer of blubber that protected them from these temperatures and also one of the 3 Dolphinarian races known as the Orcaisa lived the majority of their lives in the polar regions of Mon Cala where Tyluko often visited.

Tyluko had decided to journey here after completing a mission for the Silver Jedi on the planet of Dellalt. He was here to meditate and train in his Hydrokinetic powers, but not with liquid water. He was here to learn how to control the solid phase of water, to learn and practice how to shape ice to his will. His greatest challenge would be to learn how to use the Force to change water between its 3 phase of matter, but that would take a little bit of practice. Tyluko felt at ease for he was surrounded by water; it resided in the polar seas, the icebergs and glaciers, and the vast amounts of snow that blanketed the landscape. His cloak billowed in the wind as he channeled the Force, a small flurry of snow surrounding him as he sat upon the glacial peak. He felt at peace.....but it would not last.

Suddenly an ice-cold sensation chilled his spine and caused his head tendrils to recoil. It wasn't the cold weather however, it was something else, something much much worse. He opened his eyes and looked back over the landscape. "Oh no.... it can't be". His heart started to beat rapidly and his eyes widened as he saw the massive group of ships entering the planet's atmosphere, bringing with them a feeling of perpetual darkness and extreme anger. The Sith....they had come to Midvinter. But Tyluko was not going to take this lying down, he saw how a rogue Sith had caused the near extinction of his entire race, destroying everything and everyone he had ever known. That was not going to happen here, he was ready to raise his sword in defense of the realm of the Heavenshields.

"I have to do something!", Tyluko grabbed his belongings and put his new Protectorate Blade back in its sheathe. He grabbed a small board that he had fashioned out of Ice pushing it down the sloped side of the glacier before jumping upon it and riding it down the slope towards the city. He used his tail as a rudder to help him keep balanced as he skimmed along the snow covered surface. As he approached he looked up into the sky and noticed some sort of winged creature soaring towards the spot where the Sith were landing. He soon realized that it was his Avogwi friend [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"]. He quickly raised her on his comlink "Vitha, its Tyluko. What's going on?" he asked as he sped quickly towards to action, following the sounds of war.

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Eugen Aker · Feb 14, 2017

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2y1wCOxhn3A

The movement of the Sith raiders did not go undetected by the Silver Jedi and their vast network of sensor buoys and monitoring stations covering their corner of the Outer Rim. Already in a state of high alert after a string of previous raids, units were quick to mobilize to answer the threat. After a deep analysis of travel vectors by Quiet and Hellcat, and a review of recent encounters, Midvinter was determined to be one of a few likely destinations within the region. Strictly speaking, it was just an icy backwater planet out on the very fringes of the galaxy with little strategic value, but the world did hold special significance for the Silver Jedi as several prominent members hailed from there, most famously, Thurion Heavenshield, grandmaster of the Silver Order. For this reason, Midvinter made for an ideal target to deal a heavy psychological blow to the Silver Jedi.

Ahead of the projected arrival time of the Sith formations, elements of the Silver Jedi's 7th fleet would link up with local patrol units to create a defensive screen overhead Midvinter for interdiction. Sector-wide alerts were also issued to begin redirecting civilian traffic away from the theater of operations.

Planetside, a single shield carrier positioned itself overhead Tháinbroek, then activated its overshield to encase the city in a protective barrier. Within the city, Ranger units and local militias readied defenses while also evacuating non-combatants to shelters. Across the planet, bands of warriors were mustered to cover secondary settlements.

Preparations were still being finalized by the time the Sith did show, but unlike at Ossus, the Silver Jedi would not be caught off guard without some fleet presence in the system. The space above Midvinter would become abuzz with activity as the Silver task force began clashing with the opposing formation. Enemy vessels that managed to clear through gaps in the defensive screen were not allowed to continue about their merry way unmolested, targeted by a combination of capital guns, point defenses, and fighters. Even landing parties who made it planetside were not spared, saturated with a steady rain of ion fire and pulsemag missiles to make their advances on the ground complete hell.

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Arisa fumed with anger all through her race to Midvinter from Dallalt, unable to remain focused enough for astrogation. The anger was not for the Sith, but for her fellow Silver Jedi. Yet again, instead of going on the attack to eliminate the Sith's sanctuaries, they had been allowed to scheme and prepare for their next act of terror. One day, her cohorts were going to have to finally accept that it didn't pay to be passive. To be good was to not only be virtuous but also to be willing to do all that what was necessary to maintain order. With each setback, the young Jedi's eyes had been opened to this fact. They could not maintain the peace with half-measures.

<20 minutes until reversion.>

The system alarm through her neural implant broke her from her brooding on her command chair. She straightened up, looking around the CIC for a few moments as she regained her composure. Save for the low hum of terminals, the room was quiet. With every crewmen cyberized to some degree, they found it quicker to communicate wirelessly, able to articulate their thoughts more succinctly. The data rich mode of communication could be overwhelming for most at first, but the Force Adept didn't have too much trouble adapting as telepathy was already a way of life.

A little calmer, she began to dive through data streams to review reports about current developments. The Sith fleet had beaten her to Midvinter, but 7th was already in position to engage and stymie the Sith's progress. The rest of the 7th was about one or two microjumps away from the Beornskald System, moving interdictors in place to trap reinforcements.

Just outside the orbit of the planet, there was a small formation ([member="Darth Abyss"]) of ships claiming to be associated with the Lotus Order, the one her friend, ([member="Valae Kitra"]) now rolled with, but there was one glaring issue. IFF transponders only worked to positively identify friendly units within a group by squawking recognized codes. It did not work for outside parties. Then it was all a little too convenient for the group to appear unannounced just as the Sith were making their move. Just about the worst time to launch a humanitarian mission was in the midst of contested airspace, as they would just become liabilities needed to be saved themselves. His story just wasn’t adding up.

<Quiet, Did this 'Kyle Miles' or anyone from the Sacred Lotus try reaching out to us before just dropping into the system.>

<Negative, I have no records of such communications.>

<Get in contact with Mister Miles and his ships and request that they share the telemetry used to determine that something was wrong here. Send word to our people on the ground to give him and his group a very thorough check if they managed to reach Tháinbroek. Finally, contact the Lotus ([member="Bethany Kismet"]) to corroborate his statements about his identity and mission. For now, as none of his vessels are showing up in our registries, they will be designated as neutral. >

While she had Quiet working through official channels, Arisa would unleash her personal AI to do some sleuthing once she was in system. One way or another she was going to get to the bottom of this.

Her attention returned to the current battle unfolding in space. So many ships, even more that had been present during the Caldera invasion.

She already had a good idea about the track this battle would take if she stuck by the same playbook. It wasn’t enough to just repulse to the Sith this time, but to utterly crush them without remorse. Studying the biggest and the baddest ships out the bunch, she came up with a plan about just how to do it.

[member="Tyluko Dubykee"]
[member="Vitha Sat-thuron"]
[member="Coci Heavenshield"]
[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
[member="Matsu Ike"]
[member="Darth Prazutis"]

Thyrian Hearthfire · Feb 14, 2017

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBPwCmU0V-Q

Tháinbroek, Midvinter Capital
Gear: Armour | Lightsaber

The arrival of darkness incarnate was not lost on the High King and his Queen, able to sense the coming storm before even receiving word from the Silver Jedi about what was heading their way. They had both been servants of the dark side long before casting off their former lives in favour of making a life for themselves, thus detecting its presence was no difficult feat. The word had been passed down to his people, who now sought shelter inside their homes while the troops were mobilised to defend their homeworld. Many were afraid; never before had Midvinter come under attack by an enemy descending from the very skies. Many questioned why Odiir - Father of the Skies - would even allow them passage.

Thyrian was not one to shy away from a fight, even less so when his home and people were under attack. Within his chambers he prepared himself for the coming storm, once more clad in the black armour of yesteryears when he served his master as her Bladeborn General. He had hoped to never have to wear it again. Finding himself on his knees he offered a prayer, not to the gods or the Force, but to his father. Upon the wall rested the mighty greatsword belonging to the Dawnbringer, now deified as the Lord of Sunlight. Rising from his prayer, Thyrian stepped forward to place his hand upon its hilt, only to let go and leave it where it sat.

"You are not mine to wield. You belong to another," he said, nodding to himself while vowing never to wield his father's blade. Thrand's blade. Instead he looked to a chest hidden under the bed. "My old friend," he remarked upon picking up his lightsaber, last used during the Vinterbound assault.

A message came through his commlink. "My lord, it's true; the Sith have come in force, arriving with several flagships and smaller vessels." This prompted Thyrian to leap into action, leaving the chambers with giant's stride. "Engage the heavier ships. Deploy the fighters. Keep them occupied, they cannot be allowed to rain fire upon the planet." There was no hesitation from the Commander aboard the Judgement. "It will be done, my lord. Every man and woman aboard is prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice." More people giving their lives for him, he thought solemnly.

Upon exiting the Great Hall overlooking the rest of Tháinbroek, the High King was met with hundreds upon thousands of Valkyri warriors filling every street, all on their knees. Thyrian sighed softly before steeling himself. "Today we show the galaxy that Midvinter does not fear the darkness, no matter what shape or form it takes! The Sith come here expecting easy pickings, looking to ravage our lands and pillage our homes!" They all rose to their feet, joining their king in defying the forces arrayed against them. Axe and sword struck against shield, again and again. "PROVE. THEM. WRONG!"

Raising his arm high above his head, the lightsaber sparked to life as a crimson blade shot out from it, reaching towards the sky. The city was filled to the brim with battlecries, eager to spill the blood of their enemies.

SJO: [member="Xander Carrick"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Tyluko Dubykee"] | [member="Arisa Yune"]

Connor Harrison · Feb 14, 2017

All his choices had led to this moment.

Connor Harrison stood below the mountain range that overlooked the Midvinter city of Tháinbroek. Silver Jedi territory. Home to the Heavenshields. With the Sith forces incoming, the small battered freighter that would be left here to rot as another reminder of his ties to the Jedi had come up South from the planet and stuck to the mountain range for a covert landing.

It was a system he knew so well. It was a place he knew so well. It was a family he knew so well.

But now none of that mattered. He was here, with the ones he was proving himself to; the Sith. The very forces he once swore to destroy, which in turn would only destroy himself in the process. The Dark Side was his ally, and the Silver Jedi would pay for what they had done.

The city would burn. Their people would die. Their livestock and possessions crushed. Anything and everything that belonged to the Heavenshields and the Silver Jedi would be destroyed, and Connor would gladly help.

He stood with the Sith, but this was a dangerous time for an ex-Jedi Master to prove his loyalty and worth to a ruthless but unyielding group of warriors who would gladly take his head or throw him back to the wolves for slaughter. Connor would do what he had to help the Sith. He was empowered by them, and this would only empower him further.

Standing in his charcoal grey tunic and crimson cloak that flapped gently in the cold breeze blowing over him, he had his hands wrapped under the cloak and simply stared down at the city in the distance. He carried the lightsaber from Darth Abyss, one that was not his own but would suffice to take a life. He carried the blade from Abyss also by his side, and his dark eyes pierced the snowy ground in wait for the Sith to arrive.

The wind was sharp and the landscape bleak, but it didn’t matter. The Dark Side fuelled him and warmed him. Mere Acolyte level he maybe, but none of his Master knowledge, drive and ability had died when [member="Coci Heavenshield"] tried to take it all away.

From a beacon in his ship, the Sith could locate Connor should they wish. Should they not, he would wait until the forces began their assault and make his move to help. While he knew the planet and the city, he also knew the castle where the Heavenshields had married. How he hoped that would burn today along with everything else that couple held dear. Loved ones would be nice. If the Sith moved in on one side, Connor would move on the other with or without immediate help. It was time to box them in, make them feel the force of the Dark Side and the power of the Sith, and of their “brother”.

This was the time to step out of the shadow of the Light and fully into the Dark.

There was no going back.

All his choices had led to this moment.

Korog Zordaal · Feb 14, 2017

Location: Midvinter Atmosphere
Enemies: Silver Jedi and friends
Allies: Sith | Master [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Sumiko Tanaka"]?

Ah, Midvinter, a mundane Pearl, bleached white with the powder of endless Winter. It was a location Korog had not fully explored, academically. Sadly, the scornful Muun, found the planet entirely uninspiring, unfit for his pansophic eye, abstruse with the axiom it's sovereign orate. Silver Jedi Order? Ha! Narcissistic adjunct to make banal Gray Jedi feel a greater luster for their woeful indecision.

Were they Jedi?

Were they Sith?

No, we're Silver!

"Such peons, " Spat the towering alien, mostly to himself. absorbing their approach upon the chalky Orb with uninterested eyes.

It was an odd change of color for the haughty Muun, agitated, aggressive. He'd faced death in his adventures abroad, he delighted thoroughly on any and all opportunities to scavenge and further educate himself. But, no greater lie could ever be spoken, were he to say he did not feel a pang of stress clutching tightly to all three of his hearts.

[member="Matsu Xiangu"] was a cruel teacher, to disappoint her, that would be grave mistake.

He could not allow that to happen, for he had yet to devour, in full, her strong mind and imposing powers.

Flames seize the nose of the Ship as it's descent pierced through the bubble of atmosphere, stabbing fierce wound in Midvinter that bled only fire and heat. Much like the Sith soon would plunge blades through the cowards of this frail Order of recreants. The foreshadowing, in some way, set Korog at ease.

With winter cloak clasped secure to his reedy frame, Korog was battered by his Master's thinly veiled menace. Turning upon her as she retreat towards the departure ramp of the vessel, he found himself looming above her in less than half of the steps it'd taken her to place her frame at distance.

No sooner than did Matsu turn back to him, did the Muun capture her face beneath chin with left palm, threadlike fingers stretching nearly to her hair line atop her lovely little head. Her face was tilted up towards him, his body stooped low, long alien face presenting itself malignly for her gaze. He glared right back at her, black eyes glimmering, his mouth ajar, pointed teeth bared ferociously.

"They. . . " He said softly, yet in some paradoxical fashion, the syllable was as sharp as dagger. ". .Will. . . fear your name, my Master." The Muun said with vile rasp, inhaling her scent through flat nose-slits.

It was an entirely different side of Korog than he generally presented himself as. Perhaps this creature had much more menace than he ever truly let on.

Darth Voracitos · Feb 14, 2017

Locations: Transport shuttled descending to Midvinter
Objective: Enslave the population of Tháinbroek
Enemies: All living things in his path
Allies: All livings things behind him

Midvinter, Tháinbroek, the Heavenshields...

These were all words unfamiliar to the Dark Lord of Lorrd, words which did not inspire him to violence or ferocious hunger. There was nothing about them or what they represented that truly stirred the intentions of the Shadow Emperor. Yet, it stirred the flames and the blood of his allies. He was recruited to set their egos at ease, to burn a world in their name for 'glory' and 'conquest'. Those things were entirely mundane, and things Voracitos rarely if ever, desired. So it comes as a surprise that the Shadow Emperor himself would deign to hover over this cold and wretched planet along with the legions of the Sith Order.

As much as his own goals did not align with destroying Midvinter, or his mission to fortify Sith assets, his lack of cooperation would sow division in this fragile alliance. Or at least, turn him into a pariah unwelcome, or worse and most idiotically - a "traitor" to the Sith. Voracitos had need of allies, and tools, and the Sith Order was his greatest asset for both. They held the resources of knowledge, which Voracitos would need, if [member="Karn Zhakul"] would ever hope to meet his expectations.

There was another reason why he came to "sack" Midvinter, motivated by simple greed - it was an opportunity to allow his slave populations to flourish, and for his resurrected Ethereal Slaves to feast upon the living, allowing them to come closer to their former sentience. They had had their fill on Lorrd, but they required more hardy challenges to truly benefit. Feeding from the darkness, they sought out the nexus's of the force produced by the death of conflict and destruction, a more powerful source of evil than even atrocity. Atrocity was indeed by nature a thing of the dark side, but it often lacked true conflict, the mother of the dark side... and that is what these phantoms of an Empire long destroyed, would seek.

In nothing more than a particularly large transport shuttle, uncharacteristic to its occupant, dwarfed by the massive Warships of the Ruination or Harbringer, Voracitos would arrive with the rest of the Sith Order forces carrying an apathetic outlook on the whole ordeal. Soon fighters would be upon them, but they were nothing to his will. They would not touch him as he descended upon the snowy plains of this worthless world, to sow chaos, delusion, and submission wherever he went as he always did.

Mother Askani · Feb 14, 2017

[youtube]https://youtu.be/7n0Qb2R18T0[/youtube]

Her robes bellowed in the frigid winds of Midvinter, her head slowly rose till she could rest her eyes upon the landscape that was now soon to be crawling with the likes of the Sith. She took a deep breath, she'd lost her battle on Vendaxa a while back and now was here on Tháinbroek to stand trial for the crimes she committed...however with the reports of such an attack pending she was given a choice; she was to stay within her cell and wait for punishment or, she was to fight under the banner of the Silvers and risk dying in the heat of battle...

Honestly, she didn't even know who she was anymore. She clung to what memories of a life she had previously, and all she knew was war. Seeing as how she'd be facing punishment either way, she took up her lightsaber in defense of the capital...

Her eyes fluttered, the cool wind dried them out, and this was a way of maintaining the moisture. "I've lived two lives...and yet I always find myself in the midst of battle as one faction seeks to tip the balance in his or her favor." She murmured these words as she looked ahead. The glimmer of the faint sun shone in her obsidian eyes.

"How cruel war is..." She heard the rallying cries of the valkyrie vibrate the mountain pass and echo through her frame, "it's a darling leech, that feeds on deceptions, secrets, and denials." She lowered her head again, "I suspect much of that will come to the forefront..." She let go a breath before turning and walking through the sharp wind which forced her robes to crawl along her body.

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