Caelia Lamora
Trouble
HÛSAVIK
As far as Flux Company was concerned, the war had started proper now. Everywhere Aeon could see there was fighting. To be in the midst of the heat of battle was why they had come here, but it was not supposed to be like this. Now they fought on their terms. This was not the engagement they had sought nor wanted, and the Valkyre knew it. They had arranged it. Ultimately he felt confident in the Crown Legion's victory here. This was but a village, Thainbroek was where the main fighting was taking place.
With the planet's capital caught up in fighting, no reinforcements would be coming to aid the natives at Hûsavik. But as sure as he was of their overall advantage here at this village, Dyson had a strong sense that victory was not their intent here. This was not the brilliant counter-attack to win the day. It was the brave last stand. They were seeking to deal as mighty of a blow as they could towards their enemies before their lights went out. A final sacrifice, to go down in the history as heroes who refused to lay down their arms and watch their world burn and be sold into slavery. Dyson might've admired them more, had he not been too occupied with seeing them fail.
Though victory was on the horizon for the Crown Legion, the future looked dim for Flux Company. They were taking far worse than they were giving. Even more infuriating, it felt as if there was nothing he could do about it. It was then a blur of red and black caught his attention at the corner of his eye. Before he even realised what it had been, he inexplicably felt as if he was swelling up inside with a will to fight. They weren't going to go down, not like this. They were Flux Company. 607th Battalion. If these people thought they would simply roll over and let them have this minor victory, they had something else coming. Of course, Private Dyson was completely unaware that it was the Force at play.
The symbolic crimson blade was now on the battlefield, wielding by none other than their Sith Lord commander. Undoubtedly he had observed what was happening on the front lines and he was taking matters into his own hands. Darth Pyrrhus was here! With a supernatural speed he outmanoeuvred his opponents, and cut the Valkyres down to a man. His presence on the battlefield had the men and women of the Crown Legion fight even harder, with renewed vigour. The Force filled them up with bravery and an unshakably belief in their invincibility. Their enemies? As a contrast to Dyson and his men, they would instead be filled with a growing sense of dread and hopelessness. Suddenly they did not feel so brave. Suddenly they did not feel so confident. The tide of the battle was turning.
It felt as if this had been the hardest Aeon Dyson had ever fought. His life had been hanging in the balance more than once. When it was over he thanked the Force he was still alive. His early assumptions proved to have been right; this was where the hardest fighting had taken place. They had pooled all of their resources on this brave last stand. With the fighting at the main gate put to an end, the rest of the village soon fell into the hands of the Lord of Ruin. They were not here to stay though. The village would be sacked and set ablaze by the Crown Legion, and then they would pull out. Darth Pyrrhus split off from the main forces, possibly heading for the capital on his own. As far as the Crown Legion was concerned, however, this was it, and they were being pulled out. Their target had been Hûsavik. Other detachments would have gone for other minor villages and settlements, and under the command of Darth Carnifex, the Blackblade Guard would bring ruin upon the territories surrounding Thainbroek. It would appear the capital city remained as the site of the final battle to decide the fate of Midvinter. Dyson wished his allies on the other side of the planet good luck, and moved in with the rest of his unit into their transports.
As far as Flux Company was concerned, the war had started proper now. Everywhere Aeon could see there was fighting. To be in the midst of the heat of battle was why they had come here, but it was not supposed to be like this. Now they fought on their terms. This was not the engagement they had sought nor wanted, and the Valkyre knew it. They had arranged it. Ultimately he felt confident in the Crown Legion's victory here. This was but a village, Thainbroek was where the main fighting was taking place.
With the planet's capital caught up in fighting, no reinforcements would be coming to aid the natives at Hûsavik. But as sure as he was of their overall advantage here at this village, Dyson had a strong sense that victory was not their intent here. This was not the brilliant counter-attack to win the day. It was the brave last stand. They were seeking to deal as mighty of a blow as they could towards their enemies before their lights went out. A final sacrifice, to go down in the history as heroes who refused to lay down their arms and watch their world burn and be sold into slavery. Dyson might've admired them more, had he not been too occupied with seeing them fail.
Though victory was on the horizon for the Crown Legion, the future looked dim for Flux Company. They were taking far worse than they were giving. Even more infuriating, it felt as if there was nothing he could do about it. It was then a blur of red and black caught his attention at the corner of his eye. Before he even realised what it had been, he inexplicably felt as if he was swelling up inside with a will to fight. They weren't going to go down, not like this. They were Flux Company. 607th Battalion. If these people thought they would simply roll over and let them have this minor victory, they had something else coming. Of course, Private Dyson was completely unaware that it was the Force at play.
The symbolic crimson blade was now on the battlefield, wielding by none other than their Sith Lord commander. Undoubtedly he had observed what was happening on the front lines and he was taking matters into his own hands. Darth Pyrrhus was here! With a supernatural speed he outmanoeuvred his opponents, and cut the Valkyres down to a man. His presence on the battlefield had the men and women of the Crown Legion fight even harder, with renewed vigour. The Force filled them up with bravery and an unshakably belief in their invincibility. Their enemies? As a contrast to Dyson and his men, they would instead be filled with a growing sense of dread and hopelessness. Suddenly they did not feel so brave. Suddenly they did not feel so confident. The tide of the battle was turning.
It felt as if this had been the hardest Aeon Dyson had ever fought. His life had been hanging in the balance more than once. When it was over he thanked the Force he was still alive. His early assumptions proved to have been right; this was where the hardest fighting had taken place. They had pooled all of their resources on this brave last stand. With the fighting at the main gate put to an end, the rest of the village soon fell into the hands of the Lord of Ruin. They were not here to stay though. The village would be sacked and set ablaze by the Crown Legion, and then they would pull out. Darth Pyrrhus split off from the main forces, possibly heading for the capital on his own. As far as the Crown Legion was concerned, however, this was it, and they were being pulled out. Their target had been Hûsavik. Other detachments would have gone for other minor villages and settlements, and under the command of Darth Carnifex, the Blackblade Guard would bring ruin upon the territories surrounding Thainbroek. It would appear the capital city remained as the site of the final battle to decide the fate of Midvinter. Dyson wished his allies on the other side of the planet good luck, and moved in with the rest of his unit into their transports.
