Operation Icebreaker (SO vs. SJO)

[Korog Zordaal]

LOCATION: Landing - Moving towards Tháinbroek
OBJECTIVE: Support his Master faithfully
ALLIES: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | The Sith Order
ENEMIES: [member="Thyrian Hearthfire"] | [member="Xander Carrick"] | [member="Sorel Crieff"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Catherine Soja"]
EQUIPMENT: Sample Gathering Impliments | Personal Archaelogical Tools | a Lightsaber

He was doubtlessly, a frightful thing to behold. Uprisen, he stood nearly three feet taller than she, while she stood there, restraining her face and features behind the ghastly shroud of mask and armor, he only weighed but a few handful of pounds more than his diminutive Master.

He wanted to percuss the woman right where she stood, adjusting body sleeve and tucking frail curves beneath the shell of her grisly attire. Armor made her weak. At least, in his opinion, which he would undoubtedly prattle on endlessly over after the battle was over and they were in private. At least until she took time to torture the silence upon his tongue.

Here she was, [member="Matsu Xiangu"], the Necromancer. The Foul Sorceress of a Million Terrors. Hiding. Her face, her unmodulated voice, the depraved fire of her gaze that knew nothing of being extinguished. These were her weapons. Her best weapons.

"Were I a rolled Magazine, I'd leave you as a smear on the wall. . . " He casually informed her right ear as she came striding to him, their bodies facing the descent ramp, red hue blinking periodically, "I know a Droid that could put us in contact with some real Insectoid's, Master." He bit once more, peeling the side of his cloak open to check that all of his foraging and sample gathering tools were appropriately secured within the myriad of pockets he had available. "Promise not to become distracted by bright lights, please? I can't afford for you to burn up in a sharp zap."

He'd raised that facade once more, steeling his nerves. The Korog Zordaal she knew had returned. Now if only his voice would learn a far more pleasant pitch and tune.

Klaxon resonated deafeningly beside the tall Muun's head, and red glow quickly washed to bright white as the darkened landscape below suddenly opened before them. There'd be no stopping, this was a Stealth incursion, after all. Snow and ice whipped by unfathomably fast below as he and Miniature Matsu sturdily entered the frigid breath of Midvinter. She led, he followed.

One,

two,

three. . .

[member="Matsu Xiangu"] leapt first, hitting the white below skillfully, not missing a single stride as she vanished in to the thick Tree growth aside their flight path. Not to get left behind, or disappoint, the Muun followed mere seconds after. A mere twig plummeting down in to the snow, it was a surprise the brisk breeze hadn't carried him off half way across the planet.

"Master, " Korog said lowly, once he'd caught back up. "One moment. . . " they had been traveling through the woods, Tháinbroek was looming ever closer. "I want some of this." He informed, maddeningly, hastily pulling strips of bark from the base of a massive Tree. No, it wasn't a joke. He needed this.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: Aboard The Harbinger
Objective: Lay waste to the Jedi
Allies: [member="Darth Prazutis"] and his allies, [member="Asharad Graush"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Prazutis"]'s enemies.
Equipment: Braith's Saberstaff, Plates of Eternity, Braith's Spear
Music: My Name is Human

Braith had grown close to Braxus over the years, though their separation following his escape from their mutual incarceration had put a pause on their friendship, but her return on Thule had brought them together closer than they'd ever been before. Now she stood by his side, clad in her armor and wielding saber and spear, ready to conquer a world for him. Her body yearned for the rush of combat, the freedom to let go of the laws of time and society - to live every last moment as if it were her last, the very way she wanted to live the entirety of her life - and the urge to reach out with the force was building up inside of her like a hurricane. Ever since she had regained her control over it, learned how to use it again, Braith had not had the chance to let loose.

A kiss, reassurance. "Yes, together." She said, reaching back to pull the hood on her armor over her head, keeping it shaded from any light that might reach through the icy clouds. She wanted to have more words to give him, maybe some encouragement, but she was preparing herself mentally for what would be required - to tear through whatever defenses would be keeping Braxus from his prize, and to finally take out some of her pent-up aggression she had for the woman that left her. She wasn't dedicated to whatever cause the Sith were rallying behind, she didn't care much about their code nor did she have a vested interest in uprooting the Jedi and their friends because of some dogma.

She had followed Braxus and Asharad onto the dropship, knowing full well that she was going to be put into a support position - destroying the main defenses so that the Braxus and the rest of the Sith could fight their Jedi targets. Infantry? Tanks? She'd heard rumors that an upstart in the Galactic Alliance had made a play at her style of using the force, creating some kind of atmospheric storm like a one-trick-pony. She smirked. Today would be hell on Midvinter, for everyone.

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fs11VoDJU2I​

Tháinbroek, Main Gate
Gear: Armour | Lightsaber

And so the battle was joined. Above them in Midvinter's orbit a fierce engagement between old versus new Sith tech raged, raining deadly fire upon each other. Sith forces were being deployed continuously, although still outnumbered by the Valkyri fighting to defend their home from a seemingly otherworldly enemy. Yet their resolve was unshakable and their ferocity unmatched, and though their weapons were crude by galactic standards, they were all the more brutal in their delivery.

"Archers! Rain death upon them!" The High King's command was heard, and from atop the walls a blanket of arrows set on fire descended upon the attackers - arrows more akin to large javelins by average human standards - littering the snowy fields with the dead and soaking the ground with their blood. From the towers ballistae sent enormous projectiles carved from the mountainside; quite literally Midvinter herself was in this fight for her survival. But the earth itself was not to be along in joining the defenders...

Casting an eye back toward the city centre, Thyrian noted the dropships swooping down into the city itself to drop off troops. Summoning the Force, bright flames suddenly sparked to life from his left arm, sending a devastating fiery projectile to eviscerate one of the dropships, burning so fiercely that it began to melt the metal exterior. With outstretched arms he then put his palms together only to pull them apart, doing the same to the dropship until there were but pieces left of it. Letting out a loud roar he then sent the pieces of the one dropship to strike several others, causing them to crash to the ground just outside the city walls and into Sith forces.

"Thurion," he hailed his brother over the comms. "They're inside the city, targetting civilians! The children and the elderly!" Not waiting for an answer, Thyrian immediately sent a force of Valkyri warriors into the city to clash with the Sith Blackblades and draw their attention away from the non-combatants. Not all troops were manning the walls, after all, with thousands held back in reserve for emergencies and to reinforce weak positions.

As the enemy charged the walls, the King then turned to one of his commanders and gave him sharp nod. The burly man promptly roared with anticipation, raising his greataxe into the air. "BERSERKERS! The Gods are watching! Earn your seat at their table! FOR HELM!" Hundreds of lightly-armoured warriors carrying the most brutal of weapons then proceeded to leap over the ramparts down onto the enemy far below, raising hell with reckless abandon, eyes filled with madness and with mindless zeal for Helm, the god of war. These were the deadliest of warriors, their morale unbreakable even when facing certain defeat, for their greatest aspiration is to meet their end in bloodsoaked battle.

[member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Connor Harrison"]​

@Too lazy to tag everyone​

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Locations: Outside the Wall of Tháinbroek
Objective: Enslave the population of Tháinbroek
Enemies: All living things in his path, [member="Sochi Ru"]
Allies: All livings things behind him

As the Dark Lord descended, the malleable minds of the starship fighter pilots who would have targeted him, instead found worse fates upon them. They would be driven to veer so off course as to crash into the nearest starship other than Voracitos, whether it was one of their allies or the hull of a warship didn't matter to him. So long as they were away from him, he didn't care. Sometimes, he would choose one fighter pilot to fire on his allies, warping his perceptions and disconnecting him from reality. These were trivial things to keep the Dark Lord occupied as he made an unimpeded atmospheric entry into the skies of Midvinter. There was only one target on the planet, worthy anyone's attention - Tháinbroek. It was the only city they knew about, and the only structure large enough to house a population size of his liking.

While others sought to enter it for simple slaughter, Voracitos had more esoteric goals in mind. Domination was more than culling the strongest of the resistance, it was chaining the will of the people to your service, for fear of disproportion punishments to their transgressions. Domination, was more than the elimination of physical military targets... it was the pacification of all future military targets. Voracitos saw the long game. Knew Midviner would someday recover... if he did not directly intervene.

With a strange apathy, his shuttle set down in the snowy plains just outside the chaotic warzone of the city. He saw a great wall, and felt a thousand presences. "The Valkri", he was told they were called, or the Bladeborn. Whatever they were, they were active resistance, and while he would enjoy gutting them of their fighting spirit... they would hardly worth the trouble with so little gain. He desired more from his slaves than surrender of resistance, he desired the surrendering of the mind itself. To make their will pain, and his own will the only path left to take for them.

There was another presence, murky, and hidden atop the wall. Nearly blending in with the masses of the local population, but even lacking the depths of darkness or the burning brightness, one could always feel one strong with the force if they were open to listening. It mattered little to him, but he sensed that this murky path would cross with the depths of his shadow. The door to his shuttle lowered to the howling winds, and twenty one figures seemed to silently ooze out of the ship all at once like a gust of darkness. They kneeled before an impressively corpulent dark robe, hoisted up by four spider-like legs, clacking against the metal as it ferried the monstrosity of a man to the snow dusted earth. His form sunk deeply into the winter snow, but the legs rose higher to prevent the discomfort of their master, whose gold and red eyes flashed behind his hood to look at the walls with solemn apathy.

"Feast upon the living. Bolster your strength, become whole again with the dark side. Return to me, as you had in life. The Shadow Emperor shall not have slaves festering with the rot of death, feed your starvation, and satisfy our voracious consumption." In moment, twenty one streaks of darkness etched their way weightless above the snow, approaching the wall, approaching any who defended it. Seeking to drain the life of all they encountered. Meanwhile, as the Throne of Voracitos carried him slowly closer to the city, his hands were at work conjuring the dark side as whispers and quite thunder began to manifest around him. It was small now, in its beginning stages, as he continued to conjure the spell. If allowed to complete this conjuring, Waves of Darkness would envelop the city, allowing the Sith Lord to effortlessly dominate the will of the common people, and drive his enemies out before him, where they would meet their inevitable doom.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Fire blossomed in the darkness as a barrage of concentrated turbolaser fire tore open one of the assault ship's flanks, Graug spilling out into the void amidst flame and screeching metal. The other ships weathered the tumultuous descent, their hides peppered with carbon scorching before descending into the frigid atmosphere wreathed in hellfire. The wounded ship veered sharply to the right, a final glancing blow from the Silver's defense fleet annihilating the bridge and killing the entire skeleton crew piloting it. In its death throes it strafed hard towards one of Midvinter's many mountain ranges before running through the mountain's peak with a violent roar and bellowing of flame that sent showers of molten metal to bombard the landscape for miles around the point of impact.

The other vessels, their purpose now met, did not even attempt anything resembling an organized landing, preferring to locate the flattest space available and crash down on their bellies to flatten forests, villages, and even small hills before finally coming to a halt on their own accord to crashing into something large enough to stop them. Massive boarding ramps would pop open with explosive force to unleash the tides of destruction from within their hollow gullets, massive throngs of Graug spilling out into the harsh cold. Their armor, if it could be called that, consisted of thick strips of durasteel bent around their muscular frames and in each hand they held a grisly weapon of butchery, massive swords and axes too heavy to be held by mere mortal hands.

They would wash over Midvinter like a plague, a swarm of vile locusts to consume all life within their path; leaving only desolation in their wake.

Meanwhile the Ruination and its escorts blasted through a small section of the Silver defensive line, the flagship's massive hellbore cannons making quick work of the enemy vessels. The path was cleared, and the destination was obvious. [member="Darth Prazutis"] and his contingent of the Blackblade Guard assaulted the walls of Tháinbroek to put pressure on the Silvers to defend the planet's greatest settlement, but while they cowered behind their walls of stone they would witness the conflagration of their world.

S90 MAATs spilled forth from the Ruination's belly, a thick stream of dropships piercing through Midvinter's atmosphere. They weaved through the air as a thick screen of anti-air greeted their arrival, several of the vessels exploding as the shells ruptured their chassis and killed all aboard in one foul swoop. The Force, nay; the Dark Side, guided Carnifex through the carnage, his will absolute as he guided his soldiers down towards the battle.

They did not link up with Prazutis' force, that would be too obvious a strategy. Rather they swept out over the vast wilderness of Midvinter, seeking landing zones unfettered by foliage or enemy emplacements to expunge their cargo.

If Prazutis was the hammer that would crack Tháinbroek's walls, then Carnifex was the reaping scythe that would wipe clean the planet. Black Valravn speeders were shelled out and mounted by Blackblade Guards armed with power lances, and at the head of this mighty host was Carnifex himself astride his own speeder. The soldiers were linked to the Ruination high above, who at this moment was performing a planetary bioscan to search for concentrations of lifeforms that would indicate native settlements outside of Tháinbroek's protection.

Such methods would allow the highly mobile Knights to hone in on Valkyri villages, where they would use their advanced technology to wipe out every living inhabitant down to the youngest of children and even pets.

Then they would burn all in their wake, torching everything that they could find until nothing was left by charred bones and ash.

 

[Tyluko-Kai Kaimana]

Objective: Aid fellow Silvers and the local forces in defense of Midvinter.
Location: Heading down towards the city from the mountains. Will end up at the Eastern Gate.
Friends: Silver Jedi and other Defenders of the Light
Enemies: Sith and other Servants of the Dark-Side
Gear: Armor, Sword, Gauntlets (In sig)

Tyluko continued to coast down the glacial slopes on his make-shift ice board, the city in his sights. The city was under siege, explosions could be seen coming from the battlefield as ships engaged each other in the air above. The Sith Forces were starting to lay waste to the city's outer defenses but luckily the Silver Jedi had a massive shield in place over the city with large defensive emplacements preventing the Sith forces from pouring into the main City. The Silver Jedi had massive blockades set up along with legions of walkers, tanks, droids, soldiers and other tools of war, eliminating any sith forces foolish enough to try and get into the city. Tyluko could sense it... the daunting darkness that had begun to spread across the battlefield, engulfing all in the shroud of war and death. "Keep calm.... you must be brave" but before he could finish calming himself down he suddenly became alert, the Force was trying to warn him of something. He looked up to the sky and saw a pair of Sith fighters, speeding for his position preparing for a strafing run, giving him only a few seconds to prepare before laser fire filled the space around him. Tyluko quickly swerved his board back and forth, weaving his way through the gauntlet of lasers, allowing the Force to guide his actions. "Just like riding the waves back home on Mon Cala, but now is no time for remembering pleasantries". As the pair of fighters approached he focused the Force to use his hydrokinetic powers. He focused on the snow, outstretching his hand as he launched two large columns of snow into the air covering the cockpits of the strafing fighters, blinding the pilots as they spiraled out of control crashing into a nearby ice formation.

"Focus, its far from over". He had to get to the city and do what he could to help combat the Sith and prevent them from inflicting too much damage. He had to find his droid Oomy. As he neared the stone city a massive spectacle played out in the skies as Sith gunships exploded in flames from anti-aircraft fire while a massive Sith warship careened out of the sky, flames and smoke coating its hull as it crashed into a nearby mountain, sending a seismic shockwave that knocked Tyluko clean off his board right as he entered the outer city. He tried to stand and steady himself but he was dazed, his vision clouded. Explosions surrounded him as the Sith moved their forces further toward city; the air filled with the sight of blaster fire, the screams of the innocent and the ominous scent of death. So much noise, so much commotion; not even the bustling planet of Coruscant could compare to the horror of war. Tyluko attempted to steady himself again as a figure clad in all black strode towards him a crimson red lightsaber extending from his hand. His senses screamed at him to get up and flee as the Sith warrior raised his saber to deliver a fatal blow; but suddenly blaster fire ripped through the Sith's chest leaving a burning hole as the Sith toppled to the ground dead. There stood Oomy (OOM-7795), his highly modified B1-battledroid standing behind where the Sith once stood with a smoking blaster rifle in his metal hands.

The droid ran over to Tyluko helping him to his feet.

"MASTER, ARE YOU STILL FUNCTIONAL?" The droid asked in a high-pitched robotic drone.

"Yes, Oomy I'm fine but we need to do something! We need to help these people!" Tyluko yelled trying to be heard over the sounds of combat.
"Where are the Silver Jedi most in need of help?"

"THE WEST GATE ALREADY HAS A SIZABLE PRESENCE MASTER, I WOULD HEAD TOWARDS THE EAST GATE."

"Ok, Oomy I'll head there now. Go help the Rangers, help reinforce the Valkyrie! And be careful Oomy, Iris will kill me if I have to get you repaired again"

The droid raised him a salute, "ROGER ROGER MASTER, GOOD LUCK AND MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU" The droid then turned around running back into the fray, blaster firing yelling "DIE SITH MEAT BAGS!!" Eventually meeting up with MM-003 Bulwark droid and a TR-V droid and helping them to rally the defenses provided by Meran Mechanics.

Tyluko smiled to himself and then regained his footing standing defiantly as he drew his sword, its blade glittering in the light as snow flurried all around him, the presence of water soothing him. HIs father's words echoed in his head "May the blessings of the water keep you, the might of your ancestors give you strength." He then started to make his way towards the eastern part of the city making short work of any resistance in his way. He eventually made it to the Eastern Gate where [member="Catherine Soja"] stood with some troops of her own.

"Master Soja, what can I do to help?"

[media]https://youtu.be/U07H6TxhSvA[/media]

 

[Syn]

Location: Mountains overlooking City
Allies: [member="Jericho"] Jedi Shadows [member="Sorel Crieff"] [member="Arisa Yune"] His padawans [member="Kalyn Tyree"] [member="Ronin Wendigo"] [member="Nagate Hei"] jedi [member="Sochi Ru"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Marek S'hadar"] [member="Jericho"]
Enemies: Sith

The walls of defenses, the sound of battle as teleportation bamfs came from the direction of the city. The soldiers able to overwhelm forces as they appeared in the middle basically of an army that was trained to smash the opposition. The jedi master turning to see what might be there before he felt and heard somehting turning to see the boy who was now a man and Rasu's husband... he thought. There was something to be said but she had feared he was dead. He dind't know if she had done anything beyond think it. "Marek, welcome." he said it as he was thinking about it but there was also the chance of Jericho being here when there was the hum of the force from all of those living here on the planet and here in the rings of defense that the ships had been set up in. The things that were strolling up towards the gates able to be shot out as they were coming into a kill zone that was being made to rack up the bodies and he cracked his knuckles. "Well it is good to see you again and just in time for the real fun to begin. The sith are practically marching their people in the ranger's guns and not even touching the defensive walls or the planetary shields." As he spoke the sound of the bombers making a run as the smell of bodies from the soldiers when they marched through were taken out. The ranger's moved into their positons of cover.

 

[Onley Xiangu]

LOCATION: .5km outside Thainbroek - Treeline
OBJECTIVE: Pew, pew, pew.
ALLIES: [member="Darth Imperia"] | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Silas of Ossus"]
ENEMIES: Jingle bells, Jedi smell, Thurion laid an egg!

Onley had spent over half his life alone except for Silas. They’d survived a wilderness of every kind, foraged for food, nursed each other’s wounds, and found their way to the pick-up point on every planet they’d been forced to endure at the hands of Jared Ovmar. That sort of partnership not only allowed for connection, but required it. The Atrisian Knight could feel the other man’s sober attitude before battle.

And couldn’t help but chuck him on the side of his head as he walked by after the drop of advice.

It was good advice sure, but Onley’s blood ran too hot to share in the introspection.
“Come on Sil, lighten up - there’s a fight outside.”

Onley’s first true fight on the galactic scale had been against the Silver Jedi several years prior. In fact, he had crossed sabers with none other than the woman he strode up next to now. Aria Vale had left him with a nice scar but at least she’d done them all the service of crossing over to their side too. As Imperia disappeared in a graceful dip from the vessel down in to the camp below, he issued Aria a mock salute. “It'll be good to fight at your side instead.”

A grin, and he dropped down too.

Imperia’s entrance had sent the camp in to an uproar, screams of both defiance and fear saturating the air. Though he had ignited his saber mid-flight, it was the lightning he was learning to control with masterful grace that crackled from his left hand. Blue-purple and deadly, he directed it towards a group of refugee men pulling each other up to fight. It was his tactic to go for groups first, those touching each other so that conduction would allow him to neutralize multiple targets at once as current ripped through their flesh. Elegant, really.

Those who followed would face refugees starting to gather their legs underneath them, gathering primitive weapons and ready to fight back despite the odds.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: Thainbroek, Midvinter.
Objective: Hang Around the Guy Causing A Scene.
Allies: [member="Darth Prazutis"], [member="Braith Achlys"]
Enemies: SJO

Braxus had offered a response that was adequate as to the temperature of Midvinter. Though, even if the Sith Order did burn the snow capped mountains, wouldn't that just make water? Just more ice on those mountai- Suppose it didn't really matter. They were there to kill Jidai, and that was good enough for the newly anointed Lord of the Sith. A hand lowered to brush against the lightsabre that was on his belt. He may have been a leader in the eyes of the First Order, but in the eyes of the Sith? He had yet to prove himself. Additionally, he had only recently joined the ranks of this Order.

It'd take time before they truly respected his power.

A quest that he was seeking to complete immediately.

On the dropship that was carrying the three Masters of the Force, the full blooded Epicanthix, Prazutis, had descended from the shuttle first, ushering forth the horde of the hell that would extinguish life within the city walls. Suppose that should be enough to draw out their Jidai Leaders. He shook his head, swaying from side to side before he dropped out of the ship a few moments after Braxus and when he touched down, he landed in a crouch, allowing himself to dip down, even in that heavy armour before slowly raising back up to his full height.

"That'll get a reaction," Vyrassu said when the wave of raw Dark Side energy rended flesh from bone among all the people that were upon the streets. Though, he still didn't draw his lightsabre.

 

[Tubal Sahon]

Location: the Jen'Midwan
Equipment: Armor infused body
Allies: [member="Darth Imperia"] | [member="Onley Xiangu"] | [member="Silas of Ossus"] | [member="Aria Vale"]


Tubal wasn't sure what he had done to get positive attention from a Sith. An invitation to fight again? It would be an offense to turn down an offer from someone in her position, especially after his own blundering failures in the core worlds; not as if he would turn down the invitation anyways. He knew not these people or their pasts lives aside from words spoken in passing during their frequent periods of sloth during the travel here. Tubal would not let himself get caught in such an entrapment, and instead set to work preparing himself for the colds of Midvinter. Alas having one's armor fused to their flesh makes frostbite and hypothermia come much quicker. The former bloodletter slipped the crudely made sheathes of fur, leather, and some sort of artificial insulating materials over the four blades protruding from his back. While he hated it, he covered himself in several layers of artic clothing which laid strangely over his armor. Most noticeably the hood protruded awkwardly above his head where two pieces of metal attached.

He approached the group of fellows as they leaped into the white fray below. His own feet hit the floor audibly. A chill went up his spine. Even from here he could smell the stench of smoldering flesh. It had been so ever long since he felt this thrill. This bloodlust. Was it Balagoth's blessing that he was feeling once more?

Tubal would pause as he approached the two other sith, giving quick glances to the former and Jedi and Silas before launching himself into the slaughter below.

He could feel the cold winter winds biting at what skin was exposed. Of course he tried to dampen his fall as he could with the Force, though this would do little more than keep him from getting a sprained ankle or knee. He landed on the body that Lady Imperia had used to dampen her own fall, feeling his feet sink into the corpse's flesh and squishing its innards before squatting and rolling backwards to dampen his fall. With luck he was able to roll onto his stomach before picked himself up off the ground. There were already several dead bathing the snow in crimson. His eyes quickly locked on several refugees fleeing the area with haste.

Their flight would be Useless

 

[Audren Sykes]

Objective: Defend Midvinter
Location: Tháinbroek
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: Sith

The Sith were coming.

It was one of the sayings that parents told their children. Kids who don't eat their vitamins and wash their hands will catch the Gulag plague. If they wander off the Netherworld will swallow them up. If they talk to strangers Omni will get them. On one hand, a scare tactic. But on the other hand, it was the threat most consistently seen in the past several centuries. The Primeval, the One Sith, a dozen other groups had sprung up, wreaked havoc, then fell apart. The saying was one of caution, except in this case it was wrong.

The Sith were already here.

They'd been gathering for months. Sources had been able to pass that along, even if details had been sketchy. On top of that, the early warning sensors had caught the approaching ships and given the Order plenty of time to prepare. Why they hadn't interdicted the enemy vessels and smashed them in the middle of deep space before even getting close to a world, Audren didn't know. It hadn't been his decision, though in his mind it would have been the most prudent decision by far. Involve only the fighting forces and Force users, but involve them at distances most Force users couldn't affect others directly. There would be loss of life, most certainly. But the Sith would be dealt with and no civilians would be put in harm's way, and to boot it would still be defense rather than an all-out attack on outside worlds.

Alternatively, they could have put a defending fleet in orbit, stopped the Sith incursion, then dropped a large fleet on them there. There would have been a chance of Sith craft making it planet-side, but most of the threat would have been ended in orbit, leaving only the stragglers to be cleaned up. Yet instead they focused primarily on the ground, knowing that Sith would inevitably - and inexplicably - make their way to the surface despite orbital defenses. To be fair, the focus on the ground was...intense. A gnat wouldn't be able to slip through without being noticed and approved by three different groups and being approved by everyone up to their senior commanders. Barricades, walkers, tanks, soldiers, and Jedi were all present. Then there were the natives. Thurion was but one example of a native Valkyr...most were of like stature. All were fighters. Were they not facing Sith, it would have been a bloodbath from the get go.

Audren had arrived with many of the other Masters. They'd not been idle, setting up the various defenses, preparing the native soldiers for what was to come. It was not hastily done by any means, it had been thorough and measured. The Valkyri knew how to fight, they just needed to be better pointed at what they faced to adapt their tactics to the occasion. It helped that the Order had brought many technological defenses: modern weapons and shields. Most were simple enough: point and shoot. The Valkyri who chose to do so adapted quickly when their planet was at stake; those who didn't were still deadly enough in their own rights. They outnumbered the Sith, they knew the Sith and their forces were coming. They had prepared.

When the Sith arrived, the Master could be found standing still, the quintessential picture of Jedi calm. He was not built for the cold, so the armor he wore strongly mitigated that. What little it didn't help he simply ignored, force of will augmented by the Force making it a trivial pursuit. He'd been aware when the Sith fleets had emerged from hyperspace and knew of the roiling battle there. The defensive weapons that were destroying the vast majority of ships sent into the atmosphere...and the fact that some of those got through. Many of the ones that got through carried Sith, who followed form by and large. Attack the few innocents they could find. Swarm with shock troops. Unleash horrors of the Dark Side upon the planet. The general actions - if not the precise powers used - had been anticipated and prepared for, they would be met by the defenses. A direct drop into the city would send them through at least one shield, with deadly results. The planet itself would resist widespread Dark Side spells, massive displays of the Light Side as seen in the past left their mark. And there were Jedi actively opposing the influence of the Darkness.

The Sephi was no Grand Master to lead their forces. No Jedi Consular or practitioner of Battle Meditation to counteract the darkness and bolster friendly fighters. He was just a Jedi taking in the field of battle with all his senses, determining where his efforts would be the most useful. At this point he was leaning towards the Eastern wall, what with the number of Jedi powerhouses on the Western side, but the decision had yet to be made and he was situated to move to any area.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: South-East Wall of Tháinbroek
Objective: Crush. Kill. Destroy
Allies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"] | Any Sith in area
Enemies: [member="Thyrian Hearthfire"] | Any Silver Jedi in area

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Stopping in his tracks, a drop ship exploded – or rather straight out melted – in thin air above the city form a projectile of fire. It was held by an invisible force that brought it out of the sky, and part of the debris fell too close for comfort.

Connor covered his eyes as the molten remain of part of the ship sizzled into the snow kicking up an almighty chunk of earth. He squinted at the burning slag, and then up to the city.

"Let’s push in this side – try get in with their forces distracted by the main gate,” he said to Eldaah, pointing to the high wall.

His power wasn’t as strong as it had been; if he was back to full strength, the burning slag would have been used as a projectile through the lower portion of the South-East wall. As it was, he couldn’t manage that quite yet and so ran to start a climb using the wood, stone, iron and rope as leverage and grip to ascend the wall.

Within minutes, if nothing came his way, he’d be over the top.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Western Wall.

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Lynn Corerunner"] | [member="Sorel Crieff"] | @Anyone else on the West side.
[member="Ignus"] | [member="Dredge"]

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The enemy armies were at the gate and apparently through it. They would be met with the fearsomeness of the Valkyri warriors ready to stand and fight for their people and home world. Even though the Sith armies had superior technology, the Valkyri had the numbers and soon the bodies on both sides piled up in the streets of Thainbroek. The defensive wall of the Silver Jedi went up, and any further advancing armies would be halted, and already in the city were isolated. It would only be a matter of time before they would be incapacitated. An army of one Sith Lord, not necessarily loyal to those of another, after all they only take direction of their master.

“One thing at a time”, she said to Thurion with a gaze that changed to battle ready. Thurion would soon have his hands full in the thick of the fight, but before he left Coci grabbed hold of her husband and kissed him hard on the lips before turned her attention to the battle within the walls. Lynn would soon be tested against the might of the Sith, and Coci hoped the force would be with her this day. “Remember your training Lynn, be patient and wait for the right time to strike, and when you do… make is count”. There is never an honourable fight when facing Sith.

Below the platform on which she stood raged the battle, a handful of the Sith army marched toward a wall of Valkyri, it would only take one to set off a chain reaction, and so Coci focused through the force, her ability to use manipulation of the mind one of her strengths, latched onto a weak mind. The foul creature about to strike down a warrior suddenly turned on a member of another Sith Lord army and cut him in two. It would only take one, and as the roar bellowed from his counterparts in the city, they turned on each other in the western part of the city. There is no loyalty between one master to the next.

It was then she heard her name called. Looking down into the field she saw not one but two figures of man, Ignus. Her brow arched at their words, his arrogance showing his ignorance. It was not them or Ignus that turned Connor Harrison, but Connor Harrison himself, and that fall had been coming for some time. Coci knew Connor better than anyone and had for many years and his fall to the darkside was never their victory they would be wise to know this for once a betrayer, always a betrayer. He will swear to them allegiance, loyal to the core, just like he did to the Jedi and not just the Jedi of the Silver Order, but all of them, and the oathbreaker will one day, break this allegiance.

“Don’t waste you bolt”, she said gently placing a hand on Lynn’s arm and lowing it. Coci turned to look down into the fighting within the city, raising both her arms used the force to take hold of five men fighting for the Sith, she cared little for who they belongs and lifted them off the ground before flinging them over the wall and sent them crashing into the two replicas of Ignus with such force not one would get up. Her gaze shifted to a ship beyond them, “I am disappointed Ignus, no diplomatic chats today I take it?”.

 

[Leora]

Location: Thainbroek Main Gate
Objective: Coci Heavenshield

https://youtu.be/v8C12wsIPNs​

Well he had her attention, but having her attention wasn't going to be enough to get her out of the walls. She threw bodies at his duplicates and knocked them over, but each stood agaim, shrugging off what she'd done. It would take far more than such a display to throw him off his game, especially since he felt nothing from her efforts in his actual body. This was not but a game to be played, he was aware. The girl who had pointed her blaster at him could be a useful pawn in the match.

"I fought you with words when you entered our worlds. The people there mean something to us. These people mean little to me, but I've called you to come out and face me because unlike my brothers and sisters I have no intention of harming the city."

That much was true. The others had sent hordes of soldiers to attack, and among them the gauge, creatures that would kill anything in their path. It was disgusting, both physically and morally, to him. He would much rather face his opponents in honorable combat than be part of slaughtering countless innocent beings. This was why he hadn't entered the city, and did not aim to do so.

But [member="Coci Heavenshield"] needed to come outside to play. The girl might prove useful in that regard. Reaching out, the copies grabbed [member="Lynn Corerunner"] and yanked her from the wall, throwing her off towards the east, outside the city. The snow should cushion her fall, even if she didn't use the Force to slow it herself. Either way, he'd make his point. Those around her would come out to play if she didn't draw his attention fully.

"Connor was predictable. His little girl came to my world to pillage from those who'd already lost enough. I took this Saber from her."

The copy carrying the Saber of Connor, it's likeness and not the real one, held it up for her to see.

"I told her to leave after taking it, but she attacked me. I took her arm and marred her beauty to teach her a lesson. That was the last straw for Harrison, and he came seeking vengeance. He failed. And you and your husband failed him."

|[member="Darth Prazutis"]|[member="Connor Harrison"]|[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]|[member="Matsu Xiangu"]|​

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: East of Tháinbroek​

Status: Rendezvous with allies: [member="Vitor Avendahl"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Tirdarius"]
Enemies: [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Calder Icehammer"]​

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As she heard the sound of another shuttle approaching, she quickly retrieved the thin electrostaff from the open compartment before sealing it. She watched carefully as the new arrival began to descend, hovering for a moment. Loose snow was thrown into the air, heat of the engines melting the snow below as they flared. Raising an arm against the sudden blast of heated air, Lyra's eyes searched the vessel for any distinguishable markings, and that's when she felt it. She was still used to seeing with her eyes, using her senses to understand the world around her - still a sound tactic but one that could deceive far easier than the Force. She could feel the presence aboard the ship as the Force flowed around it, an ally. As if to add to the ambient noise, the high pitched whine of a speeder could be heard as the ship pulled up and away, its cargo in the form of a woman dropped to the snow below. The temperature was much lower than that of Oricon, in fact the two were nearly incomparable, it was a crude reminder that Lyra was yet an acolyte - juvenile in much of her understanding of the Force and yet she still had more wisdom than some, perhaps attributed to her pragmatic childhood which revolved around survival. The thick fabric she wore did its job well, though the exposed flesh of her face had already begun to take on a slightly paler tone. Using the electrostaff as a pseudo-walking stick, she stepped in mirror to the other woman, heading towards where the other of their number had pulled up in his speeder.

He looked more like a mercenary with the weapon on his back and the helmet atop he head but as with the woman, it was obvious that he was an ally rather than an enemy with the subtlest of prodding his Force aura. Vitor. An interesting name, unique amidst a galaxy of strange names and alien species. Her name, much more commonplace, as had been her station - though now she found that not to be the case. In many ways she'd risen high above what she ever could have accomplished as an orphan and a street child - and her journey had just begun. Looking first to Vitor, and then to the woman who was now approaching.

"I'm Lyra. As for the war efforts, sounds like something worth investigating - since it's on the way."​

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The girl hefted the light rod, her hair braided in a single braid which fell over her left shoulder, bound with a leather strap. Her eyes yet clung to the blue of her youth, though a hint of amber had begun to seep in around the edge of each iris - the dark side of the Force had already begun to affect her, it was a fickle mistress and none could go untouched by its power. They were a strange trio but Lyra had already learned to take things as they were rather than fixate on what would be ideal - in truth she had very little experience in any of this and so she would defer to the others, at least for the moment. The girl took a deep breath of the crisp air - wondering momentarily how they planned to get where they were going - she remembered the retractable panel on the hull. Behind it, a section of wiring and systems had been rerouted to allow for an internal storage space for the FC-20 speeder bike. Quickly jogging back to her vessel, the panel opened with a hiss and the speeder was automatically activated, the repulsors keeping it from hitting the ground as it exited the small holding space. A satisfied smile crossed Lyra's features - since understanding her newfound powers and joining forces with the Sith, becoming an acolyte under her master, Tirdarius, she had been industrious, acquiring a number of assets of her own to utilize - the speeder was one of the more fun pieces of technology to use.

Nimbly hopping into the seat, she brought the speeder forward in a quick rush, stopping just short. A sly smirk tugged at her lips before speaking once more, looking first to the soldier, then to the woman.

"I'm ready when you are."​

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Location: Mountains before the city
Objective: Protect an investment
Allies: Sith Order forces [member="Connor Harrison"]
Enemies: Silver Jedi forces [member="Lynn Corerunner"]

Equipment: Lightsaber, Armor, 3 Probe Droids

It truly was an impressive wall, she had to admit. Nice, strong, tall... everything you wanted from a wall to keep out the predators at night or roving bands of enemies. But, it was from a different age and that was only highlighted as a dropship exploded above them, wreckage littering the area. Under her mask, an eyebrow would quirk up as Connor started to scale the wall. Always the hard way with this, guess some things never would change. Why waste energy in a climb? She gestured for two of her prove droids and they would gently grab her arms and start to lift her up...

And then she ordered them back down as she thought she saw someone get thrown off the wall, directly towards her Connor. She figured if it was an ally, they would need at least rudimentary help. If an enemy, well they would want to make sure they stayed dead at the very least.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9TgoF-ccdGM

The enemy armies were at the gate as Sorel arrived and they were apparently through it already. Sorel allowed the Valkyri to defend their people and their home world. She was on the look out for any Sith or dark Jedi that might otherwise slip through.

She was not standing idly by, but biding her time – awaiting the right moment to engage. And her Padawan looked to be in a similar position. She would not let her simply die, but she appreciated that the life of a Jedi was such. As much as she enjoyed her company and was pleased with her progress, she was well trained enough not to hang on to Lynn. It was, rightly or wrongly, the Jedi way.

And so she meditated, her eyes closed as she awaited the Force’s signal that she needed to react. Sorel trusted it and she always trained her Padawans to trust it. And so far, it had never let her down.

[member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Lynn Corerunner"]

 

[Jericho]

​Tháinbroek, Midvinter.
Heading to the West Gate.
Allies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Syn"] [member="Sorel Crieff"]
Enemies: Sith

Jericho found himself once again hearing the ringing of the emergency bell to alert the city. The Sith had continually attacked portions of silver jedi territory for months poking and poking each time their attacks become only more and more bold aiming where it hurts the grand master and his family as if it were a personal vendetta towards him. Jericho did not envy the grandmaster's position being the head of, what most seen, one of the most powerful yet peaceful nations in the galaxy. Since their primary focus was the capital of midvinter, most of the nosebleed forces went to take out the smaller village mountain towns near the large city. The would work in their favor for the most part, meeting very little resistance from general forces.

The people of the cold planet were a peaceful people under their high king, but like their king, they were a very hardy people. Jericho had trained with many of them and knew what they could do, even their humble villagers knew how to swing an axe. Jericho knew there would be no fear in their hearts even though many of the jedi who had all been recalled to the capital for defense, or sent on their own to defend key forts. The leadership in this area wasn't very limited, they had some of the greatest strategic minds and some of the most powerful jedi to be known. The Sith had their numbers, they always did, but time and time again they have been repelled this time would be no different.

Jericho looked down from the mountain top, watching as the battle began. The warrior let out a long breath, the cold air circled around him. the snow of the mountain raining down its peaceful contrast to the blaster fire that rained down on the city's outer shields and the villages outside. When the warrior closed his eyes he could hear the sounds of battle that seemed to always ring with the sounds of screams echo around it and the laughter of the sith. It was the song that was on a constant loop, the only thing he could do to change that song was make music of his own with the sounds of the howling wind, the rocking of earth, and the cries of sith. He wore his heavy armor, covered over by his armored white robes, it followed the flow as he would do the same.

The city's defenses were holding strong thought the battle raged outside, it seemed that few slipped thought the crack. The sith were skilled in the stealth arts indeed but his eyes could see all.He tapped his lightsaber lightly, a habit that he has kept for years to ensure they were there and ready, as always, they were. Ice formed from under his feet as the form of a large ice snowboard he kipped up and made his way to the west side of the city as it seemed thats where it needed the most help. He place his hand on his communicator and issued a message to command.

"Clones move out, half forces with me to reinforce the west gate, work as a strike force to flank and counter them focus only on the enemy, let the medics and jedi focus on the wounded. Other half to the main command secure the royal family." After the warrior issued his command. Three thousand clone troops popped out of the snow as if out of no where swarming down to the city. The sith were always fool hardy in their attacks, if death was something they wished for death is would be what they get.

 

[Willa Isard]

Location: Midvinter Tháinbroek Command post
Allies: Silver Jedi, Ranger's, Silver Army, Beorni, Valkyri, Bladesisters [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Sochi Ru"] [member="Tyluko Dubykee"] [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Syn"] [member="Sorel Crieff"] [member="Vixley CM-01"] [member="Lynn Corerunner"] [member="Catherine Soja"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Thyrian Hearthfire"] [member="Jericho"] [member="Honoko"]
Enemies: Sith

"Commander we have a problem." Willa was turning back and looking at the soldiers who had come to join her. "Report." She was uncertain about some of the things but phase three of the defenses were in progress now. THe continued works here on the exterior and interior walls of ships that served to give them into the defenses. The rangers were moving around and she could see what it was before. "We have sith forces teleporting through the defenses, at the gates the walkers and our forces have engaged them and once they are corporeal they are basically falling under the combined fire but our defenses can't repel power of this magnitude." The ranger said it while she took him and jostled him back to looking at her in the armor. "Calm down and focus. We have a duty to this and that is ti reinforce the city. I want the interior walkers fortifying the walls and wherever they are teleporting... look for the common areas. Then mine them and let the jedi know where we can work on and help them. I want our forces in the city continuing to take the enemy forces down as you have the superior numbers." She was looking at it and at the walls as the continued works were going into reinforcing the walls themselves. "We'll continue phase three."

Willa was looking at it there when they worked on many more of the exterior walls themselves here. Staying prepared, staying ready and she could look through the scope of her rifle at the city walls from here when she started popping off shots into the necks of soldiers. Watching the ones fall down before the autoturrets were located. "Commander Isard, we are in position." There was the sound as one fo the drop ships were coming in and she could see it. Getting the large and thick armors soldiers, the sight of the snipers with them and their ghillie suits that Satochi had made. the micro crystal coating to it made the suits able to cloak in the area around them. She was uncertain about it but they were in position and the heralds were protectig the ghosts... actually she could hear them arriving as the carrier that had landed and been unloaded of troopers and supplies had covered the area getting back here. She could see the flying fortresses that were beefed up and ready to defend. They had been working to make sure they were adapted to the cold like the ranger's outfits and equipment. The sound of something falling in the snow as one of the elite guards used the carbonite projector to send him down into the snow ground. Will pointed before firing. "I got the sithsicle." She stayed there before firing the shot to smash it.

 

[Claire Ouron]

Location: Approaching the east gate.
Objective: Fend off the sith attack.
Allies: All Sliver Jedi
Enemies: Sith
Personal Items: Lightsaber, Sliver Jedi Robes.

On the night before the invasion a young girl had arrived. Claire Ouron was only really here to get some sleep, She was on her way back to Voss after a visit with her friends at The Outer Regions Defense Force and she didn't feel comfortable parking the ship she borrowed out in open space so she stopped somewhere she trusted. She had parked away from the city as she didn't want to stay longer then she had too, she was eager to get back to the Voss and resume her training and didn't want anything to stop her.


Unfortunately that wasn't happening today. As Claire woke up she started to sense the massive energy coming from the town. Her eyes widened, She remembered this feeling. It felt like her time on the Omega. Somewhere far away somebody was fighting, or rather a lot of somebodies. Claire leaped off her bed in a panic and ran to the cockpit. "Auto-Pilot mode on! Head to Thainborek city as fast as possible!" Claire ordered the computer before running back to her room. She quickly got dressed into her Silver Jedi robes and unlocked the safe holding her lightsaber.

As she approached the planet her thoughts were racing though her mind. What's going on down there? Is this the sith attack? Probably but why? There are plenty of other targets much closer to them. Wait a minute I remember now. The Grandmaster lives here doesn't here? Oh no don't tell me...

As they drew closer to the city she could see the chaos up ahead. It was madness. So many troops after just one city. Claire realized upon looking at the battlefield that what she was doing was very, very stupid. Matsu wasn't here to help her this time and it would be just her for a while. All the jedi were likely inside while she would be coming in from the outside where the sith were. It was extremely dangerous since the ship had no weapons to speak of so once she got close enough she'd have to park the ship and go on foot yet she couldn't just sit this out. There were people in danger and just one more jedi could make all the difference. Claire picked up a ear piece and put in on her ear before turning it on. "This is Jedi Padawan Claire Ouron boradcasting on all Silver Jedi frequencies. I'm on a unarmed transport ship approaching from the east. If anyone is still alive out there please respond." She said before she stopped broadcasting and gave a voice command to land the ship. She then set up the ship to relay any transmission sent to it back to Claire's earpiece before heading out on foot. Please be okay...