Operation Icebreaker (SO vs. SJO)

[Darth Prazutis]

​[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UjMyj0vDiyE[/media]​

Under the weight of the titanic Dark Lord and [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] they flew off course dipping low, crashing through the roof of a building as stone and wood alike gave way to the falling pair. Debris scattered in every direction as Jedi and Sith alike slammed against the floor. Fortunately for Darth Prazutis his armor managed to protect him through most of the fall, there were no broken bones of any kind according to his digital life support system, which projected a small anatomical diagram of him in the corner of his HUD upon entry.

Quickly Prazutis moved to his feet his eyes gazing towards Thurion Heavenshield, Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi as he stood bearing proud valkyri steel, its strength no doubt enhanced by the proud Jedi Master's skillful hands. It began as it always did with the Jedi a play to the Sith Lords ego, an attempt to stoke the embers of their arrogance to goad them into doing something foolish, only this time it fell on deaf ears. Thurion was blinded by what the Sith attackers were allowing him to see, he was so determined to defend his people within the walls that he had no idea what was occurring outside of them.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] the Butcher-King of the Cosmos, the Black-Iron Tyrant, his nephew had been unleashed upon Midvinter. The assault of House Zambrano was a two pronged one: while Braxus's blackblade forces assaulted the walls of their city and his task force infiltrated behind to strike at its people they ultimately kept the Silver Jedi distracted. While Thurion stood here the Master of the Gathering Darkness proceeded to burn down the known world. If Thurion and his family wanted to rule Midvinter any longer they could be the kings and queens of blood and bone, the masters of ash and dust, while they defended their city all around them would suffer.

​So the Dark Lord laughed loud through the mechanized annunciator that demonized his deep, suave voice.

​"Typical of a Heavenshield they've got their heads buried so deep in the snow they cannot see what is right in front of them." ​He said calling the fallen Daesumnor to his hand. "While you and your people dither about here attempting to find my hubris with your cunning words, Kaine is off to more important things."

"The razing of all of Midvinter around you!" ​Darth Prazutis said as he lunged across the room in a charge towards Thurion, the speed and strength of the Dark Titan like a moving avalanche or steam locomotive as he crashed into the valkyri's defenses, his style steeped in the rock hard form of Djem-so seeking to force Thurion on the defensive to limit his options, batter him down until nothing remained.

Until the fire came.

In the midst of the chaos of battle a snap of his wrist sent a great gout of fire towards Thurion in point blank range, the culprit the wrist flamethrower of his dark plate. Through fire he came in unrelenting force.

To cut the paragon down.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: Woods outside Thainbroek
OBJECTIVE: The first rule is that we don't talk about fight club.
ALLIES: [member="Korog Zordaal"]
ENEMIES: [member="Xander Carrick"] | [member="Tyluko Dubykee"]

There are no gods. There are no champions of beings.

Funny - she agreed. That was exactly why she did not kneel to anyone, found the idea of some ultimate dark being so laughable. Only the Dark itself was superior to all else, and it allowed the things it hated to exist to achieve that which it loved. And so she had to cull the Light to keep it contained.

As the Jedi came down from his pulpit on high Matsu gathered the dark in her free hand, a substance like some thick oil coiling from her grip as she called on her sorcery. It seemed to hum, stretching away from itself in viscous threads before snapping back to form, waiting to be set loose. Though it was clear which she was in the dichotomy of the Force and death she was done talking.

The Jedi came on like a speeding bullet, a hammer in the Force to crush her. For all her armor Matsu was of exceedingly diminutive size and there was no way she could stand up against such an onslaught. So rather than stand her ground out of foolish overconfidence she released the dark she’d been building and directed it right at the rushing Jedi, hoping to use his momentum against him as he might be less able to maneuver out of the spear’s way at his speed. It shot through the winter air, leaving tendrils of inky oilslick over the snow and through the air in its wake.

And then she pulled back in to the trees, a massive and gloomy expanse of snowy conifers that stood sentinel to the clash about to unfold. Using the trees to her advantage she pushed out a powerful wave of her mental influence, attempting to blind anyone within reach of her to her presence in the Force or the sight of her in general. The shield the Jedi carried presented a problem. Using the uneven ground to her advantage she stepped as lightly as she could towards the Master, ejecting her phrik claws from her free hand and aiming them for the back of the Jedi’s neck.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1UK4uTDQ5I[/media]​

Location: East of Tháinbroek, Midvinter
Objective: Find a seat.
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Enemies: [member="Calder Icehammer"]

Jorryn's look of sternness was quickly replaced by surprise as the beast brought his warhammer into the side of the Sith Lord's speeder, flinging it to the side. The vehicle spat and sputtered a few metres away from the beast due to his sheer force, going a bit further as it's engines slowly gave up and quit out. Her gaze turned to the gleaming hammer the bear was holding, getting hit by something that hard would be dangerous for anyone. Even a Sith Lord's armour could potentially give way to such a strong weapon, especially with such a monster behind it. However, the display of his massive strength also revealed his weakness. He was slow. The beast barely managed to take the vehicle out before it reached him, though surely he had experience fighting faster opponents.

Coldness shot down Jorryn's spine as the Sith Lord turned his gaze towards her, a feeling of fear making it's way towards her gut. She wasn't the only one who was intimidated by the dark figure however. The Sith's speciality was to sniff out fear and use that against their opponents, and despite the false bravado that the bear was hiding behind he was afraid. Jorryn's fearful face turned into a pretentious smirk as she began walking towards the speeder that the bear had felled. "You are smart to be afraid, beast, I assume that you know who this is as well. I wonder if you two have met before?"

Jorryn sat down on the speeder as she taunted and teased the bear, attempting to aggravate the beast into making a mistake or to bring his attention to her for a moment and let the Sith Lord strike. She was tempted to use the force in an attempt to slow the motions of the bear and allow the Sith an easier fight, though she knew better than to get in the way of a Sith Lord and their prey. They did not appreciate when subordinates got in their way and Jorryn had heard rumours of the God-King of Panatha's punishments. Still, she could learn by simply watching how the Sith Lord worked, and what tactics he would use.

Despite the fight that would happen before her eyes, Jorryn kept her attention to the horizon. It was unlikely that the Silver Jedi would allow for one of their order to be isolated from the rest of them and she would wait for another of their order to come and attempt to rescue them. There were always Jedi looking to pick fights with Sith Lords, especially one as popular as Lord Kaine and the light side had no shortage of martyrs and wannabe heroes. So she would wait and observe, learning from both the fight as well as waiting for any other Jedi that would attempt to rescue the lone warrior.

 

[TB-705]

THE EAST GATE

Emerald lightning erupted from the female Jedi's fingertips. The cascade crackled toward Thengil. He raised one paw, palm flat.

The verdant threads struck the gauntlet and fed into the magnetically polarized alchemical alloy. The same sort of alloy used in a Sith Sword. The gauntlet soaked up the lightning until the female had nothing left to give. The stench of ozone filled the air. And the coruscating light from the lightning left afterimages in Ri’Shajirr’s sight.

His lips curled back in a sneer, exposing off-white fangs.

Suddenly, the avian tottered forward, wings addorsed and elevated. It spake to him with words of violence, reeking of the dark side.

Thengil loosed a throaty chuckle at the end of its threat. “Hatchling, you would make a fine Sith.”

The fingers of his upraised paw splayed and returned the lightning twofold toward the saber less avian.

[member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Tyluko Dubykee"] | [member="Catherine Soja"]

 

[Vitha Na'iv]

Objective: Assist in the defense, kill Sith (possibly snack on one or two of them), see about some medical
Location: Tháinbroek,
Friends: Silver Jedi, Tyluko Dubykee, Catherine Soja,
Enemies: Sith, snow, ice, and cold, Thengil Ri'Shajirr
Gear: Communicator, talons, beak, wings

The Avogwi felt a large force almost building up in her and acting on instinct let it out at almost same moment the lighting shot from Catherine's hand. Leg muscles tensed she propelled herself forwards, wings pressing down and back for more force as dark side energy gave even more power to her action. Aiming straight for the cat as he was vulnerable trying to defend against the lighting the orange blur of feathers lifted slightly off the ground as her wings beat a second time.

Not having even a millisecond to think she instinctively shifted her body weight backwards so her body flared out legs out stretched to sink into him like a finely aimed missile able to instantly adjust it self to any attempted evasive action. Talons ready to impact and sink into the flesh of her prey no more then half a foot away the large bird was a fearsome sight with the out stretched wings and tail fanned out to adjust in a mere moment to shift her weight so she could dart either to the left or right merely by folding one wing causing the other the generate more lift. Her tail would then act as a rudder making minute adjustments to cause a turn, almost a sideways swoop, which would be combined with the forwards momentum to bring the talons in sideways to hook into then clasp like a latch into the body. It probably wouldn't be immediately fatal unless the talons penetrated the heart but Avogwi were apex predators for a reason and rarely did prey manage to dodge out of the way fully intact from such an angle of attack.

While the lighting may hit it wouldn't be enough to stop any being with such momentum built into their attack. It would hurt but she was already in considerable pain from the broken ribs and pinched flesh. Combined with the dark side powering her as she feed into the first current of the force she had found and was now riding like she would a wind current such an attack would probably just fuel her into a rage.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hamKl-su8PE

OBJECTIVE: A chat
ALLIES: Jedi
ENEMIES: [member="Aria Vale"] Dark-siders

Sorel observed the interchange between those that could be loosely described as enemies. They were not here for the greater good and between them, she sensed enough darkness in their souls to suggest they could not be described as allies.

Sorel raised an eyebrow. The prospect of being anything other than a Jedi had never crossed her mind. It had never been discussed and no dark-sider had ever raised the prospect. Most likely because she never engaged in idle chit-chat with those that drew on the dark side of the Force and in part because those that knew her were aware how steadfast she was in her belief in the Code.

Perhaps it was Dun Möch? Such efforts were rarely attempted on Sorel, given her lack of connection to her emotions, especially when the subject of being a Jedi was involved. Regardless, she would keep focused.

Sorel smiled at the final question. “Jedi are Jedi. We have been here for millennia and we’ll remain here for the rest of time. We are a balance in the Force. Unless the dark side disappears, there will always be the light side. The Silver Order has had its moments, as does any organisation. A few have left voluntarily. Some have been asked to leave. Nothing that history hasn’t shown us repeats over and over again.”

“So, why are you here? What do you hope to gain?” Sorel remained calm and impassive, her arms still folded across her chest and her voice calm and conversational.

 

[Catherine Soja]

Location: Eastern Gate.
[member="Tyluko Dubykee"] [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] [member="Willa Isard"] [member="Vitor Avendahl"]

She watched gritting her teeth, this was getting worse. She used her communicator. "This is Knight Soja, the Eastern wall needs more Jedi support. The Padawans and I are struggling and more sith are arriving." She noted those getting over the wall. She looked to Tyluko and Vitha. "Both of you go get back! You need to rest and possibly heal up. Do what I say! Until more help arrives your only risking yourself!" With that she twirled her saber and breathed carefully. She reached out with the force but not to attack or harm instead she moved toward the bird reaching out to heal the broken rib. As she did she watched the Sith carefully. She likely could not fully heal it now she was too drained force wise but if it calmed the bird down thats all it needed to do. "So you like picking on padawans kitty? How big of you." She taunted keeping his focus on her. She took up a high guard stance her saber raised as she breathed heavily.

 

[Viviana]

A Jedi would of kept a clear mind. A Jedi would have been able to push past their fear through their will and belief in the Force. Calder was no Jedi. [member="Darth Carnifex"] was a being of death, perhaps Death itself, and it was not the Jedi beliefs the Beorni would cling to. Fear gripped his heart, and he did not realize this was only a construct of the weapon within the Sith Lords hand. But he did not back down. The man before him clearly had killed many. The spirits that survived around his form cried the anguish of lives taken too soon. Of lives snuffed out long before their time was up.

The belief in the Force, the Spirits, neither kept him standing before this being of death. Fear kept him there. Fear not for himself, but his people. Long ago he had watched many of his friends slaughtered by beasts in a realm where the spirits were silenced. His eyes only narrowed on the skull masked man as he charged, and only more so as [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] spoke. No, he did not know who this man was. But apparently, they did not know what Calder was.

This was his planet. His home. The snow that fell was the same as the snow that fell on his island. He was no master of the Force, the Sith Acolyte could most likely do more than him, but he knew enough. Beorni's were large however, far too large to just easily dodge a wide spread attack. The blast hit him on his shoulder as he tried to dodge to the side, but he couldn't. His massive form stumbled back as the Sith closed in, but as he dropped he used the spirits around him. Snow whipped up, to obscure the vision of those around him.

His hammer came up after, swinging not for the Sith but the saber being brought down on him. Calder didn't know what a lightsaber was, but his hammer was imbued with the Force. He would take on Death.

 

[TB-705]

THE EAST GATE

The avian swooped in, fast and ferocious as an arctic gale. The torrent lightning pouring from Thengil's fingertips would no doubt fry the bird, crisping the feathers and sending the nervous system haywire. Could it kill the creature? Yes, but more likely it would leave the being in a huddled, limp mass, alive, but smoking.

Either way, it didn't help Thengil when the raptor slammed into him. Enormous talons dug into the biofiber and armor weave of his exosuit, trying to pierce deep and wound flesh. The weight of the giant avian bore him to the ground. Driven into the snow and dirt nearly caused the breath to leave his lungs. No longer chuckling, the Cathar reached for one of the bird's legs with his crush gaunt. If he managed to grasp hold, his grip would likely crush the bone to bits.

He struck with his other paw, trying to rake the gauntlet's claws across the bird's exposed belly.

The alchemist who made them had infused both gauntlets with devaronian blood poison. The mere touch of the alloy against the Avogwi's flesh would be pure agony. Should the claws find flesh and carve her open the effect would be considerably amplified.

And when the bird was fried, disemboweled, and catatonic from the pain, perhaps it would be Thengil who feasted upon her.

[member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Tyluko Dubykee"] | [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Vitor Avendahl"]

 

[Lynn Nantaris]

Location: Western Gate
Allies: [member="Xander Carrick"], [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], [member="Sorel Crieff"], [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Enemies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"], [member="Connor Harrison"],
Gear: Badmother, The Rogue, Lynn's Armor,
(6)

As her hand connected with his shoulder blade she could feel the movement of bone which would cause a bit of pain,

depending on his pain tolerance and if he had managed to move with her attack to reduced the force taken. As he returned to

his feet, Lynn stood patiently watching. Her face was not of enjoyment or anger, but a rather stoic look with a bit of pity. The

pity wasn't that evident, but she did feel sad that someone could fall so far. She could not only feel his weakness in the Force,

but his movements lacked confidence in himself. It made her wonder what had happened to him to make him like this and get

him to this point.

Nevertheless, he was her enemy and she needed to defeat him. She also needed to take into account they were not alone

and the other one wasn't attacking which was curious, maybe his Master, though the masked person did not feel like a Master.

Lynn looked at Harrison with her stoic eyes as he studied her, she studied him. She refrained from taking the offence, she

knew in defence she had the upperhand as she only needed to counter which conserved her energy. She looked down a bit to

mentally measure the distance and took that into her calculations. They were simple, he had to travel so far to reach her and

she only had so far her arms stretched.

He then spun his blade signally his attack. It was quite easy to figure out the attack, spinning one's blade usually was also

preparation for arcing attacks. She let the Force and her natural senses to tell her which would be used. She had learned

simple attacks usually were faints to secret attacks so she would need to take care of that. As he came in, she lifted her purple

blade to meet his in an unholy embrace. She used a strong stance to lock his blade and with her other hand she shot it out like

it was on a spring to once again attack with her palm. Her palm was this time aimed at his stomach, but the Force was into this

one. If her hand connected, it would then release a concentrated Force Push, if not it would still release it, just not on contact.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The Beorni swung his maul, the flat surface collided with the bladed edge in a shower of sparks as metal slipped against ice. Neither weapon was worse for wear, however; both were imbued with the Force, albeit differing aspects, and could withstand much greater trauma than the teasing skirmish they had just witnessed. The Sith Lord kept his staff held in a defensive position, the Force shimmering in the protective ward that had been raised around it, and pushed his assault against his significantly larger opponent.

Back and forth he weaved, his movements brutish yet underlined by the elegance of an experienced warrior. He moved only when an opponent presented himself, never fully committing for risk of overreaching and leaving himself open to vicious counter. The whirling maelstrom of snow and blinding white was of no consequence, the Force swirled around both combatants and Carnifex had long since learned to move beyond the corporeal and fight according to the ebbs and flows of the Living Force.

"You fight well, beast. A shame you have thrown your lot in with these lecherous Heavenshields."

His first words were spoken with venom, his hatred of the Heavenshield clan plain in his voice. He swung out with his blade in a horizontal arc towards the ground, the Force ricocheting off of his weapon to spike the ground with a horrendous cacophony that upheaved the land and showered the two combatants with bits of dirt and rock. To this end the Sith Lord had danced back beyond the reach of the Beorni, latent energy coursing through his body as he hurled a bolt of lightning from the head of his staff in Calder's direction.

[member="Calder Icehammer"]​

 

[Eugen Aker]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ev10j1DMVU​

In space, the tide continued to shift in the Silver Jedi's favor as the Sith fleet failed to react to her actions. The Sith Lords on the ground seemed to be too preoccupied with their bloodletting on the surface to pay much mind to their fleet currently being decimated, with no hope of reinforcements as Silver formations were now positioned along the hyperoutes into the system with interdictors active. At this rate, they would become completely stranded on the planet, totally at the mercy of the Silvers. The progress of this battle perfectly encapsulated the shortcomings of the Sith ideology. It emphasized dogged focus on their desires to the point of tunnel vision. It was simultaneously their greatest strength and weakness. While the Sith may turn out successful in cutting down a few natives on Midvinter during this battle, but they would lose so much more in the process in strategic defeat. For every Valkyri slain, she would counter with the deaths of scores of crewman in space, and soldiers on the ground victim to steady bombardment. For every home destroyed, she would take from them starships that were individually worth more than all of the holdings of Tháinbroek combined. While the Sith believed they were preying on the Silver Jedi and those they protected, it was the Watchman who was making a feast out of their hubris.

Close to the Sith formation now, her trio of carriers would begin to fire their most powerful weapons, their Tyr turbolasers, which basically operated like disruptor weapons except on an extreme scale of capital weapons. Surviving escort ships closest to the Immortal and Primeval SD were targeted with the Tyrs while Coruscant's Wrath and Hoth's Light continued with their bombardment of the Sith's twin flag ships with a combo attack of hypervelocity batteries and energy torpedos.

As this was going on, Arisa stood near the edge of one of the upper hangar decks in full kit. She was not alone. All around her were thousands of soldiers now standing with her. Among the complement of Dragoons and Ysanna riflemen were a couple dozen Togorian riders, sitting pretty on their basilisk while equipped with Ysalamir. If there was anyone who truly had a reason to hate the Sith, it was them, having been the target of an ongoing xenocidal campaign over the years. Today they would have their revenge.

The Revanchist began to align itself with the Primeval SD's trajectory, then matched its acceleration for a pass in geosynchronous orbit. It ceased firing its capital weapons, rerouting power to keep its shields intact as it came close. Wrath and Light would also cease bombardment of the Primeval SD, shifting fire completely on the Immortal. At the front, the 7th would also halt the launching of anti-beam canisters.

Several kilometers became a few, then a few became zero as the destination had been reached.

As the Revanchist came over the Sith Star Destroyer, Arisa would be the first to launch into open space from the hangar in a sprint. Moments later, the flight systems kicked in to give her the power of controlled flight. Just behind her hundreds of soldiers would jump from the deck at a time to follow her lead, Togorian riders among them.

Jammers were in full effect to cripple the Sith Destroyer's ability to retaliate, and the soldiers presented small targets as they sped toward the hull. Still, she found herself having to take evasive maneuvers and deflect shrapnel with telekinesis as she sensed danger all around her. Many died to point defenses and collision with debris during the short flight to the destroyer, but the majority would make it down.

She got to work almost immediately after touchdown, taking aim at gun emplacements over the hull with her disruptor rifle. T7's could take down a light walker in a single hit, so it would be a breeze knocking out the guns with the powerful weapon. As the rest of the assault force landed, they would follow suit with their own disruptor rifles, PLX launchers, blaster cannons, and explosives charges.

​

While she was wrecking havoc on surface emplacements, the Togorians led part of the assault force toward the ship's hangars. As she meted out destruction on the outside in her first phase of attack, they would wreck havoc on the Destroyer's interior. They were there to exterminate every occupant within the Destroyer, room by room, hall by hall. There would no acceptance of surrender, all within would become one with the Force in due time.

[member="Coci Heavenshield"]
[member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: Tháinbroek West Gate
Objective: Take down Jedi
Allies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]
Enemies: [member="Lynn Corerunner"]
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He locked eyes with her as their blades did the same, sparking above the snow. As Lynn moved her arm for a strike, Connor snapped his hand out and pushed back on her.

The Force crackled between them and caused a small expulsion of energy that was enough to push him back, staggering a few steps.

"Run while you still can, Jedi,” he hissed at her, face stern with hatred for her resolve.

He moved forward and ducked left, and then right, and launched a succession of strikes to push her back – one two three – high high low – devoid of anything fancy, just primal attacks to wear her out and open up a gap to focus on as their weapons clashed.

As the third hit, a low right move to her thigh, he aimed to bring his left fist up, clenched, to strike her across the face.

 

[Vixley CM-01]

Objective: Save Anyone You Can
Location: Midvinter Ground, Outside Main Gate
Allies: Sith ~ | Silver Jedi ?
Enemies: Hopefully no one
Gear: Armor, Sidearm, Accessory​

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Thyrian Hearthfire"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Xander Carrick"]




As Vixley approached the Gate, it was like a scene like no other, only comparable to the times of the Clone Wars. From what he had scene, the droids were in droves back then, outnumbering the clones and able to rebuild themselves faster than the clones could grow, making war on all fronts, every day. The Sith were pushing the gates hard, and the primitive forces defending them weren't holding up entirely much. If Vixley had an emotional matrix, he'd feel sad. For a moment, he might have questioned his protocols, his mission... but he didn't. All he did was scan the battlefield, what he could see. He identified the areas that would lose the most life. But those scans proved futile. For the ones he would save outside the gate were nothing compared to the loss of life if the Sith reached over the walls. This was logged. His logical algorithms started to backlog on themselves, almost starting to question his programming. He was given a program to determine whether someone deserved to live or not, and it mixed with all of his scans and protocols. This incident nearly overloaded is processors and sensors, but he made a quick reboot. Time would tell if this would cause any damage, or had already.

Just before he reached the thin line that was neutral territory, touching the sidelines of death and injury, Vixley pulled over. With what he had left, he did what he could. The remaining droids he had with him flooded out, and started picking up the wounded. There were few Silver Jedi affiliated, with some Midvinter Militia, but the Sith bodies surely overwhelmed the others. Not to say the Sith took heavy casualties, but the most SJO affiliated were on or behind the wall by now. "Let's get them inside the Maw! Let's go! Whoever can still walk, give them a bandage and let them keep fighting! Save room for the injured and the dead! Those who are left behind will be buried in this snow and forgotten, and that's not their destiny!" Vixley yelled at the droids as he trudged through the snow to get to some injured people. "Medical supplies here!" he offered to any harmed soldiers nearby. Just then, he heard a cry out, he didn't know from who. All they yelled was 'medic!' and Vixley jumped up, trying to locate the yell. This was nothing compared to what Vixleys perimeters expected for the future of this war.

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Objective: Go forth and make war.
~
Enemies: The Silver Jedi Order, [member="Honoko"]
~
Allies: The Sith Order
~

Here's a problem with hovering back on the battlefield, with dallying around the edges and sipping the energies that steam off fresh corpses and blaze in artillery fire. It's just - not - enough. Sure, his skulking around had whetted his appetite, but Antherion was by no means satisfied. He cursed his limbs that could barely stand on their own, much less fend of a saber-wielding foe at melee range, and then he drew himself up a bit straighter, settling from scowl to smile.

Here's something to note - if you asked Antherion, he would tell you that he was a very cautious person. This would be a lie... but not necessarily a bad thing. Because, for as far as careful, well-laid plans would get you, a touch of audacity and the skill to improvise can get you as far. Or maybe the Sith was just obscenely lucky in the face of any sense of universal justice that should have long since stopped him.

As if it mattered.

"Form up, troops - and move close to me. We're approaching the outer defenses." He didn't seem to raise his voice all that much, but it carried on the wind with a natural resonance. Striking out, he would soon come into view of Honoko as he began to probe for a breach in the walls, looking to cut off any escaping civilians - or better yet, make his way into the city for a true feast.

 

[Negative Prime]

Location: Midvinter Tháinbroek Command post Allies: Willa Isard Arisa Yune Sochi Ru Tyluko Dubykee Vitha Sat-thuron Xander Carrick Syn Sorel @Crieff Vixley CM-01 Lynn Corerunner Catherine Soja Coci Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield Thyrian Hearthfire Jericho @Honoko Claire Ouron
Enemies: @Antherion
Objective: Steam roll in deffense.
gear: bracelet, Kandosii Blades, GGT-33, VN-DM plasma hand cannon and gauntlets TC-33 Micro missile rifle
And a butt tone of droids and walkers.

thankfully the combat droids were smart enough to hide the civilians in
" TR-V's target those troops waste the load of em keep them away from the civilians. KC-33's waste any vehicles that approach. " honoko yelled taking the lead.
she trusted the others to look after there own. they were Jedi after all and Jedi were a bunch of Karker's to kill.
snapping her Riffle she took quick controlled shots alas the tc-33 only held 20 rounds admittedly shots that hit like a Bantha siting on you.
" missiles and Ballistics only. lightsabers are weak to those you can't deflect those. " she said aiming with her riffle opening fire.

 

[Catherine Soja]

Location: Eastern Gate.
[member="Tyluko Dubykee"] [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] [member="Willa Isard"] [member="Vitor Avendahl"]

As she watched she looked for an opening and moved in with him distracted however briefly she aimed a strike for his shoulder. This had a method to it however beyond a strike. if he moved to block it'd divide his focus long enough for a fast second strike or more like a quick kick from her foot. She may have had a smaller frame but she along with the force enhancements was not weak. The kick woudl be toward his chest which by now he likely realized grabbing her again would jsut mean a lock onto his body as she aimed for the more metallic parts of his armor. Also this time the kick was aimed down toward his legs if he went to grab he'd have to bend leaving him open else where. If he didint block or grab the saber it'd hit or if he tried for a counter attack to force her to respond to that she'd easily be able to back off. However this positioning meant any attack was not going to be fatal. it prevented her from fully committing to any single course of action and that always took from ones strikes.

 

[Lynn Nantaris]

Location: Western Gate
Allies: [member="Xander Carrick"], [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], [member="Sorel Crieff"], [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Enemies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"], [member="Connor Harrison"],
Gear: Badmother, The Rogue, Lynn's Armor,
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Spoiler

His signature move can be seen at 1:05
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBLcxXR1PMw

As they locked blades, their eyes met, up close and personal. While she was wearing a hood, her face would be clearly seen now. In his eyes she

saw the spark of madness, the Sith eyes, but she felt puzzled as she believed she saw something more. In his eyes she thought she saw a

whisper of the man he once was. In her last fight, against [member="Zmej Ren"] she felt a darkness and a cold need for murder and the desire to see it

through. In his eyes and his movements he wasn't trying to kill her. He was probably trying to convince himself he was, but his actions were not

showing it.


As she released with the Force she felt an equal resistance which led to a much stronger reaction sending her back and up. She launched a few

feet up and two yards back coming to a skidding stop. His assault did not end there, she kept calm and moved her blade with the Force guiding

her to counter his strikes, but she had forgotten to prepare for faints, when she went down to block the third strike her eyes widened as his fist

came to her face which was fairly close. The fist connected full force causing her to stumble backwards and fall to the ground. She felt dizzy a

moment, but quickly got control of her mind. Her lightsaber had fell from her hand, but not far so she returned it to the home of her hand. With her

free hand she felt her face and winced from the pain feeling the cold, wet feeling of blood.


She slowly began to stand from the hit and met his eyes with hers. The sheer force of the strike caused her hood to come off so now her face was

fully visible and hair was whipping in the wind. After her brief recovery, her face returned to her stoic expression she now wore in fights. Not really

a Jedi thing, but the lack of emotion on her face meant her moves would not be telecasted before she made them. Her voice was calm, steady and

leveled as she softly spoke to him, "No one is beyond saving, Connor. I didn't know you, but that doesn't make it any less true." While she would

not lose hope, she decided to come off the defence. Between them was about a yard, an easy close. She would combat his brute, uncalculated

styles with a more traditional form. She used the Force to close the gap and began her attack. First she would pull a page from Windu and use his

signature move. A strong attack start with the blade in her right hand, but coming from her left, his right. Se would swipe the blade in front of her

aiming to slash through his chest, but with the aid of her robe she hid the movements of her other hand for a brief moment. As she slashed her

second lightsaber shot from her sleeve to her hand and went for a stab through his liver. A fatal, slowly fatal spot, but would provide her the

opportunity to bring him down, stop the other Sith then capture Connor and heal him and maybe ultimately save him.

 

[Vitha Na'iv]

Objective: Assist in the defense, kill Sith (possibly snack on one or two of them), see about some medical
Location: Tháinbroek,
Friends: Silver Jedi, Tyluko Dubykee, Catherine Soja,
Enemies: Sith, snow, ice, and cold, Thengil Ri'Shajirr
Gear: Communicator, talons, beak, wings

The Avogwi was struck by the lighting that the Cathar had deflected. Her feathers stood on end noticeably as the electricity coarsed through her body but it just made her more angry. Pain, instinct, and the currents of the force fueling her, the bird settled down on top of him gathering power like a spring for a sudden lift off. Wings beat down generating what would seem to be a small gale in the cat's face and spraying icy snow all around.

At the same time of her initial strike she leaned into her momentum causing her beak to go down like lightning to grab onto the top of his lip, with the lower half of her beak, and hook onto the center of his nose in order to blind her opponent with pain. Being a hawk she was used to having prey still be living as she ate and such a blow was more meant for the back of the neck and head to paralyze her prey. Of course such an attack would also normally leave the Avogwi vulnerable to any sort of defensive reaction or another Avogwi who had encroached on their territory which was quite limited at the best of times. As such the Avogwi was constantly in motion and using energy to her advantage.

As she leaned forwards to strike her legs folded in and rode him to the ground. Wings bore down in one hard push as her talons and beak disconnected from whatever damage she'd done and she was in the air. Using her momentum to effect along with the extra lift generated from the one beat of her wings she flared out her long wingspan, folded her legs out of range of his striking claws just in time to avoid being struck and shot over his prone body. Turning hard she practically brushed the snow with her left wing tip then levelled out as she flew along the bottom of the wall before quickly beating her wings to regain altitude and possibly circle back to finish off the Cathar if he was to wounded to defend himself. The entire attack was over in seconds.

 

[TB-705]

The East Gate

[member="Tyluko Dubykee"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Vitor Avendahl"] | [member="Catherine Soja"]


A full blast of Sith lightning would have left an ordinary combatant writhing in agony as millions of volts coursed through the nervous system, causing them to jerk erratically.

The avian was not an ordinary combatant.

She landed on top of him, beak jamming down toward his face like a spear. He jerked his head to the side, trying to move out of the way, but the savage beak hooked into the flesh of his cheek and tore a ragged gash.

In the flurry of wings, his gauntleted paws apparently failed to grasp or claw anything but air. Then the bird was up in the air again.

Ri'shajirr rolled to his right rapidly. The female Jedi stomped on the ground where he had been standing, kick just barely missing.

Thengil got to his feet and backed away quickly, putting distance between himself and the other combatants. Snow clung to his exosuit, some of it stained red.

The bird had just taken a full blast of force lightning head on, shrugged it off as if it were a mere static shock, and managed to dodge both of his claws. Now it came around for a second go.

The two other Jedi stood nearby, readying to attack.

Thengil chuckled to himself, and wiped his cheek with his shoulder, leaving a bloody smear on the exosuit. He walked backward until his back was positioned against the wall of the East Gate.

"Come."