Operation Icebreaker (SO vs. SJO)

[Viviana]

Beorni were a peaceful race. It was not that they did not know how to fight, but they simply chose not to. It was for this reason among others that the Valkyri species had taken their homeland and drove them to the island Calder called home. He had only recently learned what it was to truly fight, and he learned he was good at it. But the problem was, his opponents had been monsters with no sentient thought who's bodies were far more massive than even the largest Beorni. It did not take long for the Ursa warrior to be pushed to the defensive, him swinging his hammer to knock back strikes that could kill, but unable to quickly defend the lesser strikes to his body. Gashes of red lined his otherwise white fur, and his breathing became haggard.

A moment of respite however, quickly came as [member="Darth Carnifex"] slashed not into his fur, but the ground between them. Dirt and rubble prevented Calder from being able to see, but he thought he might be able to collect himself. How quickly he learned he was wrong however, as the spirits around him cried in anguish and so too did his body. Without knowing how, he was on his back, his mind a haze of pain. His armor was scorched, burned from the lighting the Lord had thrown his way. Groggily he began to push himself to his feet, trying to focus. Icehammer was no longer in his grasp, the frozen weapon tossed far to the left.

This was not going well.

"I.. Do not know who these Heavenshields are.." He spoke, hoping his opponent would allow him to. If the Butcher King did, perhaps he could get back onto his feet.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Smoke wreathed his body as he stood triumphant, the spitting image of some fairy tale demon about to sow terrible havoc upon the innocent and the just. He angled his blade at the staggered Beorni, his staff still billowing steam from the energy that had just coursed through it. The faint tang of burnt flesh and seared ozone still lingered in the air peppered with electrical discharges, and above all the Dark Side of the Force dominated everything.

"Watch now as your world is turned to ash, and know that it was the decadent Valkyri who have brought forth this ruin."

Great bouts of flame erupted from the south, horrid conflagrations that snaked along the earth like serpents to consume the forests in wretched hellfire. Explosives planted by his roaming knights filled with flammable jelly had been detonated with destructive force, coating the nearby landscape with adhesive fire that clung to the trees and ground and burned with ferocious intensity. The Dark Lord had come here to burn Midvinter to a husk, and that was what he fully intended to do. The forces that had been arrayed against the Heavenshields and their ilk was not a true invasion force, they were not meant to conquer and hold land.

They were only intended to raze and destroy.

"The Heavenshields have wrought this upon Midvinter, the High-King of the Valkyri is powerless to stop us. He too will burn with this world, along with your people."

[member="Calder Icehammer"]​

 

[Tyluko-Kai Kaimana]

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Objective: Defend Midvinter
Location: Tháinbroek
Allies: Silver Jedi, Vitha Sat-thuron Catherine Soja Calder Icehammer Xander Carrick
Enemies: Sith | Thengil Ri'Shajirr Matsu Xiangu Vitor Avendahl Korog Zordaal [member='Darth Carnifex']

This was not going well...not well at all, he looked on helpless as [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] and [member="Catherine Soja"] continued to do battle with [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] continually trading blows. His Avogwi peer was ruthlessly attacking the Cathar with her beak and talons despite all the damage done to her, and Catherine continued to stand strong with an almost unbreakable resolve. The Sith apparently was just as determined to stay in the fight as he beckoned the three of them to engage him once more. Catherine had told Vitha and him to fall back, but it did not look like Vitha would be retreating. He questioned whether he was really helping at all here, and was concerned that other Jedi may need assistance. He reached out with the Force and could feel multiple presences around him; he could sense the Jedi he had heard earlier squaring off against two Sith ([member="Xander Carrick"] , [member="Korog Zordaal"] , [member="Matsu Xiangu"] ) but he could also sense two other presences one of a large being ([member="Calder Icehammer"] )desperately trying to fend himself against a being of great evil ([member="Darth Carnifex"] ). He wondered if he should attempt to help this being, but before he could do anything about it, he could sense an overwhelming aura coming off from the one the being was facing. Suddenly massive columns of flames burst along the horizon, engulfing the landscape of Midvinter in a hellish inferno. Entire forests burned, as Tyluko could feel the life force of every animal and plant shrivel away as they perished in the relentless flames of death. Darkness seemed to manifest all around Midvinter, the Dark Side was everywhere indicating that the Sith were here to leave there mark. "They aren't here to conquer the planet.....they are here to simply burn it to ash." he let his head sunk, tears swelled in his eyes as he thought back to the destruction brought to his people and home by the Sith, how the Dark Side had taken everything from him, and everyone he cared about.

Tyluko gritted his teeth, he felt his heart pounding in his chest, he could feel his blood boiling like a geyser ready to burst, he was done acting like a coward, he was done standing idly by as the Sith continued to end innocent life, and further corrupt the surrounding landscape. He channeled the Force, focusing his hydrokinetic powers; as he channeled the Force, snow began to billow around him as if a small blizzard had formed around him. He then leaped a few feet towards the Sith ( [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] ) looking dead into the Cathar's eyes.
"Enough of this!" he yelled as he he extended both his hands forward launching a powerful Force Push towards the Sith, launching flurries of snow at him along with the Force push. He hoped to knock the Sith back and disorient him enough and if that succeeded he would follow up with a slash from his sword at the Sith.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

HÛSAVIK

The attack on the Silver Jedi world and Valkyrie stronghold that was Midvinter was well underway. It was not a move made on a whim. Everyone had their role, whether they followed it knowingly or not. His was clear before the first clashes of blasters and sabers were made. Darth Pyrrhus would support the efforts made by [member="Darth Carnifex"], before joining up with the rest in their final assault upon Tháinbroek. The Blackblades split their forces in two, one section under the command of [member="Darth Prazutis"] who laid siege to the capital city itself, the other commanded by the Butcher King who set off to set the surrounding villages ablaze. Pyrrhus' own division would work towards the same goal as Carnifex. They would carve different paths, but ultimately they might meet at the centre if all went according to plan. A large pyre of death and destruction would be created for the Silver Jedi confined to Tháinbroek to see.

Pyrrhus' own transport ship, along with that of his forces, had set out towards the planet's surface. They had joined in with the rest of the invading forces, but after breaking through the atmosphere, they set off to a different path. They would make their landing elsewhere. The transport ship next to the Sith Lord's disintegrated into a violent explosion. It was either by a stroke of luck or the will of the Force that it was not his own ship that suffered the same fate. As a result, an entire platoon of the Nightmare Division was ripped away from existence before it could serve any function on the Midvinter's surface. Soldiers, officers, who had trained their entire lives, fought countless battles were reduced to cannon fodder over some frozen world that the Sith had decided would become their next battlefield. Their ship was unfortunately for Pyrrhus not the only one that suffered this fate. Yet the Crown Legion pressed onwards, despite their casualties. There would be more to come, of that he was sure. To achieve this victory, Pyrrhus was willing to commit bodies of his own to be offered up to the slaughter. Soldiers were born every day. He would find ways of replacing the fallen.

Their escort fighter ships set off ahead of them to commence with bombing runs over the village ahead, and targeting whatever defences could prove problematic for the land forces. The village of Hûsavik became their first target. While the fighters roared ahead, Darth Pyrrhus and his soldiers made their landing. Walkers, tanks, soldiers, both elite and rabble would be sent forward to lay waste to the village. The Sith Lord did not expect to be spending much time here. It was but the build-up in the narrative which would lead to the long-awaited collision of blades at the centre of Thâinbroek, assuming it had not already fallen by the time he reached it. The villages were a detour, but a necessary one. This action prepared in advance of the attack on Midvinter could not simply be avoided. But provided everything went according to plan, Pyrrhus might leave his forces behind, trusting in their ability to advance from here to the next village, while he himself headed for Thâinbroek. A far more entertaining prospect.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: Tháinbroek West Gate
Objective: Take down Jedi
Allies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]
Enemies: [member="Lynn Nantaris"]
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Connor was forced to duck as her purple blow came whizzing over, and he kicked up snow as he did, blade out and adjusting to her distance.

He didn't have time to scorn her aide as she hacked again for his chest, to which he jutted back, bone cracking his back as he did and causing a shooting pain up his side.

With the blade brought down to guard his torso, the deceptive move from the Jedi came with a nasty surprise in the guise of the hidden blade.

At the sound of the weapon and her chance in stance, Connor swung around with his blade like a bat to deflect it up, a wild and unflattering move but one out of desperation to get the blade away. He fell to his knee as he did, glaring at the girl now with two blades.

"Eldaah get down here!” Connor shouted.

His skill and practice were well out, and soon if he didn't get aid he'd either be dead, maimed or forced to flee.

All options proved he was well and truly alone.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Location: The West Gate
Objective: Keep Harrison alive
Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"]
Enemies: [member="Lynn Nantaris"]

Equipment: Lightsaber, Armor, 3 Probe Droids

Well that was an interesting show, if not a bit disappointing. It would seem he was out of practice and had been reliant on the Force fueling his dueling abilities for far too long. Well, guess it was time for her to intervene. She had spent the entire time silent and unmoving, only watching but it had given her valuable insights into both Harrison and his opponent. The fact she had kept a second blade concealed was sneaky, something to be applauded indeed.

Her lightsaber ignited with a snap-hiss as she moved to join the fray as Connor yelled for her.

"You're wrong, you know," she said, her voice modulated to conceal her identity even if Connor had yelled her first name. Her lightsaber was up in a guard position but she didn't move to attack yet. "There are people beyond 'saving,' who fully enjoy the dark side and don't have any wish to change their minds. Maybe you'll be one of them, girl."

As she spoke, she was giving discreet instructions to her probe droids through their connection to her mask. They would move in when the time was right, but right now, she wanted to draw this Padawan in.

 

[Natalie LaForte]

-DELETED-

 

[Zef Halo]

[member="Tyluko Dubykee"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]​

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EASTERN GATE

The fighting had begun and Vitor witnessed Thengil fending off three Jedi, one which was a reckless avian fried by Thengil's lightning and surviving on the Dark Side. So much for the Jedi Code.

The Cathar Sith had positioned himself against the wall and Vitor took the opportunity to attempt to flank their enemies. In the heat of the battle, he could feel the Force flowing through him better. His senses were wide open thanks to the ethereal. Avendahl fixated on the female Jedi and dashed at her with a force enhanced speed.

The armored acolyte saw the events around him go slightly slower as he went faster. The blue lightsaber in his right hand went straight for an upwards slash while Vitor was being fed tons of information that otherwise could not be seen or noticed thanks to what seemed to be a disposition to the Sense school of the Force.

The upwards slash would turn out to be a feint and instead the acolyte would attempt an overhead slash at the female Jedi. This was not without another plan in mind. His position was so that he would attempt to drag her away from Thengil and have a better view of what the rest of the Jedi were doing by outflanking them.

 

[Lynn Nantaris]

Location: Western Gate
Allies: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Enemies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"], [member="Connor Harrison"],
Gear: Badmother, The Rogue, Lynn's Armor
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His moves were rash and lacking of confidence, but she could see he truly was once powerful, just not sure of himself. Her senses pinged as a name was mentioned and another joined their battle. She rotated her body to open her guard into two guards. Her violet lightsaber was leveled at connor and her icy blue lightsaber leveled at the masked person. She watched the person's movements and when it poke it sounded not male nor female, but mechanical. Was this a cyborg or android made by Connor? One thing was certain to Lynn, it wasn't human and thus Lynn had no reason to hold back.


She harnessed the calming nature of the Light Side and Meditation from her bracelet and the Force itself. While she could take one at a time, maybe, both would be a problem and she needed every ounce of her focus and the Force behind it. She would not answer the Sith, instead, she would show the Sith who was right and who was wrong. While the Sith made a secret call, so did Lynn. Through her bond she reached out to her Master, "Master Crieff, I am a bit surrounded and could use a little help down here. If you find yourself free I could use a hand." She would say only through the Force through her force bond with. [member="Sorel Crieff"]

 

[TB-705]

The East Gate

Snow billowed toward the Cathar, and though he stood with back against the wall the icy wind drove him hard into the stonework. The chill air stung Ri'shajirr's lungs. He shook his head as if to clear away the cobwebs.

A whistling sound cut the air. Thengil ducked.

Metal squealed against stone in a shower of sparks. The delphinid's blade finished its stroke, a heavy two handed weapon. Bruised and bloodied, but far from beaten, Thengil drew upon the sting of the pain. The urge to fight roared up, stronger than ever; a primal yearning to feel bones break and flesh tear beneath his claws, to rip out the throats of these imposters to power and feel the rush of power as they fell gargling on their own vitae at his feet.

Quick as lightning, Thengil stepped forward, into Tyluko's guard. One paw reached down and sought to seize the sword. The other Thengil launched toward the Delphinid's face. The crushing blow sailed forward in a straight jab, backed by three hundred pounds of exosuited, dark side fueled feline. The mere kiss of the gauntlet against Tyluko's skin would cause agony, for the alloy was infused with devaronian blood poison.

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

 

[Catherine Soja]

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

As she felt danger coming from a flank she moved bringing her saber to block the series of blows as she backed up. Every parry an efficient circle as she utilized Form III. She focused on efficiently defending.His feint was good but she'd been battling with that mindset herself already and followed the speed and angle of his blows. After the over head strike she swung her blade to parry the blow before taking two strikes back at him to counter. he was good but she had trained better by her quick analysis. But she also knew he likely had not been having to wait on her own strain from the force use she'd been using to recover. This meant he had more access to the force than her. She for now tried to keep her position so he had to constantly account for her until she could do something more.

 

[Zef Halo]

[member="Tyluko Dubykee"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]​

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EASTERN GATE

Senses wide open.

The Force flowed through him like lightning through a superconductor and it guided him when he needed it the most. Fresh in this battle, Vitor used that to his advantage to parry rhythmically both the strikes that countered him but also took a step back to leave the Jedi's lightsaber range. It was time to make more of his position.

The acolyte tapped into the dark side of the Force, the burning emotion and desire to be victorious coursed through his veins erasing his complacency and enhancing his concentration into the battle. Once again he was on the offensive after a moment's long step back. Avendahl aimed to capitalize on being the latest addition to the fight and use his larger pools of stamina to his own end.

Vitor augmented his speed and strength once again. He lunged with one step forward that was the stepping stone for the gathered momentum of his powerful overhead slash. No feint, no illusion, just a quick but powerful attack. A former miner's strength and the Force were imbued into his attack. Should it be blocked, he would attempt to proceed with quicker, less powerful side slashes to keep his opponent on the defense and maintain initiative.

 

[Caelia Lamora]

HÛSAVIK

The mechanic hum was the only thing keeping the minds of the soldiers in Aeon Dyson’s transport ship away from the battle ahead. It reminded him of the time when he had been a student commuting to the military academy on Coruscant. If he closed his eyes he could almost believe he was back there. The image of Jason’s laugh in the speeder on the way to some bar struck him as memories flashed by of the time when a friend had noted down their attendance in a late lecture for them, when the two instead skipped class to go out and meet girls. A stray bullet on Dulvoyinn had since silenced Jason’s laugh forever. Aeon opened his eyes. He was back. Instead he was on this frozen hellhole.

The white helmets they wore with the tinted visors kept any facial expression of fear from infecting anyone else. Aeon could easily imagine them there, however. He had seen them before. Hell, he probably sported one himself. It was far from their first experience, yet this was a feeling he never quite got used to. They made their descent to a symphony of muffled blasts and the type of sound only a ship being torn apart could make. It was as unique as it was unforgettable. Helpless, with nothing but hope that they’d make it down, knowing if they didn’t there would be no warning. It would just happen.

These days they were now part of the Crown Legion’s so-called Nightmare Division. Yet none of the boys and girls in Flux Company forgot who they truly were. They were of the 607th battalion, formerly of the One Sith and now making up something of a One Sith Remnant army under the command of one of its Dark Council members, [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]. Times were changing, but Aeon was still fighting in the wars of Sith. It was what he was good at, and it provided him with both work and pay. Aeon was hardly a big spender, most of what he made got sent straight back to his family on Kuat.

With a loud thud that shook the soldiers against their straps, the ship landed. It had barely slowed down any more than what was necessary. Nearly in the same instant the ramp ahead was open. Bright light met him, followed by the sight of fallen bodies. Judging by their armour they weren’t his brothers. Their simple design and lack of any cohesive uniform led him to the conclusion that they came from the KSC Slave Soldiers. The poor souls had been nothing but cannon fodder to break the fall of the more valuable troops. Aeon didn’t have time to feel pity. His squad wasn’t met with a hail of blaster fire, likely in thanks to them.

“5th Platoon, form up! On me!” Lieutenant Lisa Sarden’s voice brought the group of thirty together and they began making their advance of the village of Hûsavik. Their approach was supported by the Crown Legion’s mechanised companies who had made their landing ahead of them. Aeon was surprised to see how the village sported primitive walls for defenses, but he did not complain as he saw their mechanised companions had punched several holes through them. At a pace Flux’s 5th platoon was making their way towards one such hole. Smoke was rising from the village beyond the walls. Their bombers had soften them up for invasion. If not for the overwhelming sound of their armed walkers, battlecries and orders shouted from commanding officers, he wondered if he would have heard their screams? And if he had, would it even have made a difference?

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Tháinbroek, Deserted Building
Allies: SJO
Enemies: [member="Darth Prazutis"] | SO
Equipment: Armour | Sword | Lightsaber

"Midvinter has stood for longer than any of us, and will continue to do so once we're long gone. You and your ilk won't change that, Braxus." There was a calmness to his voice this time, and as the first swing cut the air Thurion widened his stance with his feet becoming as one with the frozen ground, and with the subtle aid of the Force he was made an immovable mountain. Prazutis thinks he'll have the upper hand with him on the defensive, but while Sith are taught to lash out recklessly and mercilessly, Jedi are taught to stand firm against any such opposition. Such would be the Grandmaster's resolve that not one inch would be granted this raging inferno before him.

Parrying and countering the mighty blows of the Sith Lord with his trusty blade, Thurion admittedly did not expect the sudden cone of fire roaring towards him. A quick dodge by way of crouching underneath the spray kept him away from harm, with only the fringes of his cape set aflame. Realising this, the Jedi Master unclipped his cape and purposefully tossed it into a nearby pile of hay - a material the Valkyri used for simple isolation during construction - and it wouldn't take long for the flames to begin to eat into the corner of the wall.

When the Sith Lord charged following his attempt at incinerating him, Thurion, rather than taking the full force of the blow, instead ducked under it before rising back up immediately after with an armoured fist sent in an upwards motion, aimed at Prazutis' helmet and aided further by the Force. At the very least he hoped to rid his opponent of that silly voice modulator of his and be able to stare him down, face to face.

 

[Catherine Soja]

Location: East Gate

As she continued to press his advantage even enhancing himself she was forced to use the small foreshadowing of his technique and the small partial views in the force of what he likely would do next to keep up. Thankfully it was not really taxing by now most jedi used it to some extend in combat. What worried her was trying to analyze him in time. He seemed to have a mix of skill sets but nothing struck her as a specialty. She backed up suddenly drawing him with her hopefully feigning losing as she kept to Form 3 defending but not attacking. His advantages were there and she sucked in deeply trying to keep herself normalized and calm, but he had in helping against her given her one advantage she could see. The Cathar used an unusual style of lighting using gauntlets. This one was on her turf now instructors had always said stuff about her., Too ready to take risks, too independent sometimes. But one thing all noted she knew a light saber well and as she suddenly changed her movements she began to counter his strikes by parrying then striking hard back before using the force in smaller ways sending it into the ground to form small mini disturbances in the ground along his feet. Nothing that made him fall but it’d distract him. This could only work in her state cause the snow made the ground slicker and icier. Even if it worked it’s main purpose was to slow him down and split his attention while she struck back at him. Amid this she also used her cryo and pyrokienses to begin to melt and freeze up snow making sticky or slick or mush spots further to disturb his footing. All small things to create annoyances in his focus. However even as she did this a strike slipped by her armor saved her as did the robes and cloak but it still was no fun. She grunted n pain as the heat even through the phrick and other materials only resisted the saber they didn’t stop it entirely only her swift reactions did that. She continued with her parries and strikes though as she moved.

But as she did her changes to the ground and snow slowed and became more spaced she had to use them more strategically as she found she had to preserve more of her stamina in the force. She had recovered some of it but he was still way up there comparatively.


[member="Vitor Avendahl"] [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] [member="Tyluko Dubykee"] [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"]

 

[Tyluko-Kai Kaimana]

East Gate

Tyluko stumbled slightly as his blade struck against the stone wall as his target ducked under his strike with lightning fast reflexes. His opponent then burst forward in a span of mere milliseconds right into his guard, one paw grabbing his sword as the other one shot straight towards his face, curled in the shape of fist. Tyluko only had a few brief milliseconds to react but rather than thinking his instincts kicked in, he activated his Defender Bracelets which proceeded to form a protective bubble around his body. This would hopefully dampen the force of the punch and reduce the harm done to Tyluko as there was no way to dodge at this point.

The Sith's gauntlet struck the defensive bubble and then made connection with Tyluko's helmet with a considerable amount of force despite being dampened by the defensive shield. The force of the punch was enough to launch him backward, knocking him clean off his feet. Tyluko could feel the wind get knocked out of his body as slammed down into the ground. His vision was clouded and his senses were disoriented from the blow of the punch. Tyluko managed to get himself to his feet, dazed but but far from defeated. He made eye contact with his opponent, noticing that the Cathar was still holding on to the blade of his sword.

Tyluko started to put himself into a combat stance, but stopped as he suddenly felt an intense burning sensation on his face and the side of his dorsal crest, the pain grew in intensity with every second. The pain became agonizing, forcing him to drop to his knees as he grasped the afflicted area. The pain was intense, and extremely agonizing; Tyluko had been stung by some of the most venomous sea creatures that Mon Cala's oceans had to offer but in this moment, it seemed as if they failed in comparison to the pain that seared along his face and crest. Tyluko looked at the Cathar, who stared at Tyluko with a menacing fanged smile full of malice. His eyes moved to the Cathar's gauntlets and he immediately recognized what had happened "Devaronian Blood poison...." He thought to himself before the pain began to once again take over. The pain was unbearable and Tyluko let out a loud pain induced scream as it felt that his skin was burning away.


Tyluko managed to look at the Cathar as he writhed in agony. Though it seemed that the Sith had landed a decisive blow, he had also made a critical mistake. The blade that the Cathar held onto was no ordinary blade, the blade contained Sasori Synthweave which would cause Darksiders to recoil terribly in its presence. And more importantly, the blade of the sword which the Cathar held, in a weird twist of irony also contained Devaronian Blood Poison. Tyluko could only hope that this would give the Sith a taste of his own medicine.


[member='Vitor Avendahl'] | [member='Vitha Sat-thuron'] | [member='Thengil Ri'Shajirr'] | [member='Catherine Soja']

 

[Audren Sykes]

Objective: Defend Midvinter
Location: Tháinbroek - East Gate
Allies: Silver Jedi | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Tyluko Dubykee"]
Enemies: Sith | [member="Vitor Avendahl"] | [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]

It had taken more time than anticipated, but Audren's constant effort had paid off. The great cloud of Dark Side power that had been gathering was broken. Not banished, as he would have preferred, but broken up into small pieces and dispelled. There had been little resistance as he'd done this, apparently the creator was focused elsewhere. Luckily so, it would have been far more difficult had the effort been contested.

With more of his attention now focused on the present and immediate vicinity, the Sephi could sense the conflict being waged at both gates. As before, the focus of most was on the West Gate, and correspondingly that was where most of the power was being thrown around. Yet there was fighting at the East Gate as well; what had been one Sith became two, and there were others further out. It also had the potential to become a major conflict point. The Jedi there were holding their own, but an anchor point could be useful. It was to that gate that he began moving.

The Master arrived in the middle of the fights. The blue Jedi that he didn't know - who looked like he'd be more at home in the water than above it - was struck in the helmet by the armored fists of some felinoid Sith, which apparently caused an inordinate amount of pain. Meanwhile, Soja was combating a human Sith, fighting defensively. She took a hit even so, and was saved by her armor...she was tiring.

"Focus on the Force."

His voice was loud enough for all to hear, but especially the two Jedi. The Force could grant stamina in a fight and help dispel pain for a time. This also alerted the two Sith to his presence, which might - but probably wouldn't - result in their retreating, at least for a while. The direct action that he took would alert the human Sith most definitely however. Loops of Force power attempted to find their way around the human's ankles and pulled suddenly, a simple attempt to plant the fighter face-first in the snow. Hard to fight from that position.

 

[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, [member="Audren Sykes"]
Enemies: Sith, snow, ice, and cold, Thengil Ri'Shajirr, [member="Vitor Avendahl"]
Gear: Communicator, talons, beak, wings

Vitha felt power, the currents of the force she felt flowing through her and she concentrated on them. Channeling the raw power into her wing beats and the air she pushed downwards more life as she pulled upwards over the top of the wall to start a circle around the battle below. Pain temporarily given over to the ecstasy of the force she flowed into the currents both light and dark that swirled like the air in a storm.

Looking downwards to the left the Avogwi eyed the battle. The knight was being defensive yet seemed to be holding back which suddenly changed as she began to counter attack to her finally trained eye she saw the ice and snow moving almost of its own accord causing the ground beneath Sith's feet to be

Folding her left wing in she turned sharply and went down into a dive. Air flowed into her nostrils and slightly opened beak while her right wing also folded in tightly. They stayed extended allowing for control in the dive but not enough to create a significant amount of drag. With the Sith distracted she could take advantage of him. He was clearly wearing armour so her talons probably couldn't penetrate it but that didn't matter. She could knock him down and either finish him with a quick peck or more likely let the Jedi finish the job.

 

[TB-705]

The East Gate

Fist met face and sent the padawan flying backward. Sick satisfaction roiled through Thengil, but quickly ebbed as a strange feeling came across him. The blade felt wrong in his paw. His gut churned at the sensation. He felt as though the sword itself scolded him for grasping it. His ears burned, embarrassed as he'd not been since... since...

Memories of the savanna and the pride came up unbidden. Thengil's paws curled tightly around the sword's edge, alchemical alloy of the crushgaunts guarding even the palms. Snarling, Ri'Shajirr tossed it into the air and caught it by the hilt, then pivoted toward the female Jedi. He stretched his arm back, far as it would go, then hurled the sword like a javelin straight for [member="Catherine Soja"].

He swung his head back toward the Delphinid, amber eyes like golden flames, and reached out with his mind. He chambered a fist, then yanked hard in the Force, seeking to pull [member="Tyluko Dubykee"] straight toward him. His fist launched forward, aimed to slam into the aquatic alien's midriff as the Force pull dragged him forward, perhaps shatter a few ribs and double him over.

[member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Audren Sykes"]

 

[Zef Halo]

EASTERN GATE

The hard hacking and slashing at the Jedi was well parried and defended. It also resulted in the Jedi being able to commence a counter attack at the Sith putting him in the defensive. Her telekinetic skills indeed took his attention and the acolyte was force to shift quickly backwards to halt the engagement. A stronger presence was felt through the Force, alerting the Sith and once again splitting his attention.

Losing concentration, he felt a foreign grasp pull at his legs succesfully tripping him. At that same moment as Vitor began falling, a heavy weight rammed into him slamming his lungs out of air. Sharp claws may have slit thin wounds on the less protected areas of his armor but the whole situation had turned in his favor without him planning for it beforehand.

The avian Jedi was now at point blank range and Vitor went for the overkill. He lunged his lightsaber in a quick stabbing maneuver aiming to pierce the Jedi's body and rend it while with his free hand, the wrist blaster attached to it fired two shots at the assailant as they both tumbled to the ground together.

[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Tyluko Dubykee"] [member="Catherine Soja"]​