Operation Icebreaker (SO vs. SJO)

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: Just outside Thainbroek.
OBJECTIVE: Make a friend.
ALLIES: [member="Korog Zordaal"] | Sith
ENEMIES: [member="Xander Carrick"] | [member="Tyluko Dubykee"] | Jedi
EQUIPMENT: Armor | Lightsaber

The things that had intrigued her about Korog, that made her continue to find interest in his journey and company, were the very same that made her think about kicking him over the slope of trees and hoping he broke something on the way down. Thankfully she was the more measured version of her kind and capable of seeing that a Muun with broken limbs would not be helpful in their current situation, but behind the insectoid helmet she rolled her eyes at his opinion of her fashion. Some part of her was proud - he would never be the ostentatious overlord. “If I find bright lights I’ll be sure to throw you to them first,” she retorted, moving off in to the snow in silence.

The white world swallowed all sound, made it seem as if she weren’t even there to begin with. It carried the sounds of battle in its infancy farther than another environment might, but for a moment she could truly have been alone.

Well, she might have been were it not for her apprentice peeling bark on a battlefield.

Dark Side give me strength.

She gathered a twist of her power in her mind and jabbed it at Korog, a short but sweet stab of a reminder they had business to attend to and he might have all the bark he wanted when it was over.

And then she heard it. A voice golden and bright just before she reached the treeline that would break in to a short expanse of open plain just before the city.

Jedi. Funny things. Many of her fellow Sith found them inferior, worms to be ground further down in the dirt. Eradicated. She could not understand that. Without the Light, her beloved Dark could not exist. She found Jedi terribly misguided, laboring under the illusion of an importance that did not exist. But they were necessary. And she was not so foolish as to believe their misguided following of the inferior side of the Force made them less dangerous. They believed just as deeply as she did. It made them powerful.

She paused, concentrating on his signature in the Force, his mind with her mentalist prowess. Powerful. Determined. Motivated by something other than their battle though without attacking him to get at his thoughts she couldn’t feel more than that. His Light not only brushed up against her Dark but pushed, trying to mold it backwards as it protected its domain. She took a few deep breaths, tasting the tension that rested between her power and his as the Force squared off. The possibility of death hung in the air, coiling excitement in her gut.

The wind and snow had carried his voice the distance, as it carried hers feminine but modulated through her helmet as she took a step from the treeline.

Come and face me, o’ bringer of fate. For I stand against you in every way.

“The Dark, your god, shall lay the fear of you, and the dread of you, upon all the lands you shall tread upon. There will be no man that can stand before you.”

Her smile was hidden by her armor, but even through the modulation it could be heard in her voice.

“But if you come down here, I welcome you to try.”

Her lightsaber came to life with a violent crack, snow turning to steam as the blade vaporized the ground beneath it.

 

[Onley Xiangu]

LOCATION: .5km outside Thainbroek
OBJECTIVE: Have fun.
ALLIES: [member="Silas of Ossus"] | [member="Darth Imperia"] | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Tubal Sahon"]
ENEMIES: Jedi | PM me for duel.

Battle required trust. There was always risk when four were thrown together out of the blue with the expectation to work as a team. But each of them had their connections. Imperia and Aria. Onley and Aria. Silas and Onley. Maybe it was all the different threads that managed to pull together in to something cohesive.

The state of the field they stood on suggested that was the case.

He hadn’t realized how much he missed this sort of moment with Silas. There was a time he’d thought he’d lose the taste for battle at the other man’s side. For so long they had been forced in to it to survive. That it might turn in to bad memories best left unturned would have been understandable. But now it wasn’t just a way of life but a necessity - an ease and understanding. A dance, cruel and efficient and learned through necessity of dispatching a group of enemies time and time again. Silas knocked a woman off her feet and she sang to the tune of Onley’s lightning. The man to come to her rescue got a kick to the back that sent him flying off balance in to Silas’ axe.

In the moment of quiet Onley reached out, his hand wrapping around the back of Silas’ neck to bring him in with a grin, foreheads pressed together in a bloody moment of mutual triumph.

He released him just as he felt a warping in the Force. The clearing was slowly thinning of prey either dead or running, but they’d certainly not entered the fray quietly. “Jedi,” he called to his companions, the two women working as cooperatively as he and Silas. The blue of a Jedi lightsaber glowed over the icy veneer of untouched snow as several appeared from the treeline around the camp.

 

[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

He could feel it and the others, the two of them here were making it a show as Jericho brought in his division of clone soldiers. Commissioned by a former commander so that they could have a secondary army to back up the ranger's and the biots the droids. All things that could handle the problems of facing enemy forces before he stood there looking down at the massive groups strolling into the alusteel walls of the interlocked ships. The turbolasers and cannons tearing them apart as the sound of background noise that was oiled up with the scents coming to him. It tickled his nose a little while he was standing there looking up tot he sounds of the fighters that were doing attack runs on what was coming. "It is strange, they seem to be prepared for battle but aside from that the most they do is go at the walls like they aren't there. I supposed the corruption of the darkside could be making their brains into a moldy cheese that is just slimy and leaking." He shrugged while looking over at it when there was the sound of Jericho standing there and around with them. He could see through the walls, defenses, walkers, ranger,s soldiers, vehicles the rangers and valkyri when they were clearing and securing the wall. "Oh I would give a lot of these sith bodies on the ground for the capabilities they have to teleport."

He didn't know what Marek or Jericho might be able to do but the air ships that had come in for support was giving them a lot more dead bodies of these sith. "So there is blood on the snow and the sith are here filing in rather strongly. Looks like a proper chance for us to just smash them and their forces here. Granted given the history they'll likely have some secret uber force ready to appear but we can handle that. They seem uncoordinated and ill prepared, I mean their commanders goal is only to single out a jedi and chase them down running through ranger fire. There is a chance of greater injury while he was heading down and towards the approaching sith. The ice and cold getting to them in their armor and the graug were there before he was moving and crouched down low. He was looking at the in the force as the attention came to him with the scent in the air as the soldiers were holding guns up at him. The force in his body as the synth mesh made him like a beacon in the lightside of the force. They were getting around him, standing there with their guns as he was expecting Marek and jericho to follow him down the incline but he spoke when they were there with his hands and a small smirk. "So hey guys, what is your health plan like?"

There was a small twitch from one of the bodies of a sith on the ground as the troopers nervous in their commanders lack of anything resembling sense started to open fire. "Apparently its great." He moved quickly docking down with a look at them. His fist coming up and smashing into the face of one of them before he sent a blast fo the force to smack another into the rock below the incline. Blood on the snow making the colder air look different with the flicking light from energy bombs being used to tear apart graug. From the flicking of blasters while the others were being taken away and almost apart smacked around with their armor denting under the punches and kicks of the jedi master. As he stood there with one left over he stood there looking down at him. Staying for a longer moment Before another group were coming and he could sense the ranger's off in the distance. "On your knees jedi." He looked at them turning around and held his hands up for a moment before speaking. "I'm not your mother last night." Then they took exception to that when he was moving and finished with them leaving the one behind on the ground scrambling for a weapon when the ranger's arrived. he got up to run and slipped on another as he fell into the jedi master at an awkward angle with his neck makig a snap as it hit his pec. The jedi looked down at him. "Awkward."

 

[Korog Zordaal]

LOCATION: Moving towards Tháinbroek
OBJECTIVE: Support Matsu | Fight
ALLIES: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | The Sith Order
ENEMIES: [member="Thyrian Hearthfire"] | [member="Xander Carrick"] | [member="Sorel Crieff"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Tyluko Dubykee"] | Jedi
EQUIPMENT: Sample Gathering Impliments | Personal Archaelogical Tools | a Lightsaber

Hmm, silence. Relatively speaking, of course. There was, naturally, the sulk and frown of frigid winter wheezing. Huffing and puffing slithering strands of snow powder around the Muun's ankles, he could only imagine it were the same for [member="Matsu Xiangu"]. Korog sort of liked the scope and measure of this approach they had taken. Sure, they were fresh on the field of battle, and though their allies in the Sith Order had found engagement elsewhere and ere of they. Korog knew full well he and his Modestly Minuscule Master Matsu would find that their endeavors would draw far more substance and pizzazz!

Of course, her piercing puncture, that ruptured his will, and fell him to single knee in the snow, fingers clawing down the rugged bark that he had meant to collect and catalogue, he was abruptly reminded that they were here for a certain fare of business. Facade or no, he did not make to disappoint her. On the ship, the wispy built Muun had not spoken falsely. He would serve her name savagely.

"Y. . yes, Master. . " Korog achingly gasped, his breath clouding in the glacial air.

Free from her spite and stab, the alien made to secure what samples he'd taken within one of the vast many of it's inner-pockets. His breathing left in a state of pained panting as he pressed palms against the sturdy trunk and elevated back to his alpine height.

With a stumbling step he drew closer her rear, carrying on through the thick coppice declivity. For some reason, his well-tutored mind could not shake free the sudden recollection of a wonderful Deci-Cred Noir. One of the many mis-adventures of the Lepi Detective, Zedd:

Ten minutes to midnight, and I could barely walk. Six months here on Kalla VII; training fresh, pimple-faced, mostly human rookies in the finer nuances of life as a Detective. An honour, that's what the CoD -- that is Chief of Detectives, back on Coruscant -- had told me. What he really meant, or, at least what I read from behind his blood shot eyes, and that fodder feasting grin, that had seemed to curl repulsively over his coffee-stained, yellow teeth. Was that this was yet another exile to the Outer-Rim.

As if being a Lepi, wasn't punishment enough; punch line to a billion million crackerjack jokes. It wasn't as if I had purposely aimed that projectile vomit to spew like a steamy mauve shower down the front of his uniform and over his obsessively polished shoes, he was merely a victim of happenstance. Yet here I was. Day in, day out, wiping snot from trainee noses -- I suppose, in honest consideration. The New Republic was equally to blame for my current situation. It was they, after all, that dissolved the Sector Rangers, and necessitated the need for individuals such as myself from the Coruscant Security Force, even guys from the Corellian Security Force. To step in and train up those patriotic few that wanted to ensure the safety and proper handling of crime on their home worlds.

My staggered, swaying, stride paused for a moment as I brought a bottle to my mouth. The glass was glazed with orange graffiti, and bore some meaningless name. Yet another product of unfathomably massive Ossk Industries. I slurpped loudly, unsparingly, one, two, three, four. . . five gulps of the contents. A liquid that was thick as syrup, and it's mindnumbing alcohol was hidden somewhere on the bottom layer of it's infinitely sweet, unmistakably artificial, Maroj Melon flavour. Just the type of drink that would make the clothes effortlessly walk off the little human girls of Kalla University.

Her hair had been dyed neon red, her skin as white as Hoth snow. She loved my ears, and fur. Kept kissing my cute little durni nose, scratching beneathe my chin. Dimensionally she was a lustful oddity of nature. Flat chested, slim waist, massive hind quarters. After we had gotten back to her place in town, I could have sworn, as she swayed and shimmied before me. That I was a mere Ewok, and my eyes were worshiping the Death Star that loomed in the sky.

Then I remembered just whom I was, Zedd, Detective 1st Grade. Warden of the weird, steward of strange, among many other mockingly bad titles my peers had assigned to me over my thirty-plus years on the job. Even in my drunken stupor the clarity of the revelation made this young girls antics par for the course. She was a bad girl, and needed to contract up with the Hutts, I guess it was her fantasy. Told me service the rear entry, and speak Huttese to her -- Achute, my pee kasa, I kept repeating as I thumped wildly behind her planet-sized posterior. It meant simply: Hello, my name is. I guess she didn't know, judging by the delighted squeals each syllable rode out of her. Satisfied as I was, I just wanted to get out of there before I had to offer her to some phantom Rancor.

I did just that, first chance I got.

I choked down the last few mouthfuls of alcohol, teeth vibrating in horror to their very roots, from the sugary beverage. The bottle fell from my hand, hollowly clanking on the cracked duracrete and pebble dust of this lonely road outside town. Dazed, and vision blurred, I could barely make out the intense golden glow of the Braddlebork Motel. Strange, considering I was only what could be estimated as seven hundred paces from it's meager doorstep.

Dragging my comically large, Lepi feet along the ground, I carried on a few more strides. Before suddenly I heaved forward, gloved palms grabbing my knees, ears flopping wildly. What came from inside my body could only be described as a hiccup that somehow transformed in to a wet belch, followed by a meaty splash of stomach fluid on the ground.

"F - allen Emperor, no!" I gurgled pathetically, "No! Arrrghhlhlhhhllll. . . " The stuttering fountain spewed from me by the bucket full, then darkness.

I stirred back some time later, what time, I wouldn't be able to rightly determine. As I lay, body afloat in my own retch and urine, I pulled my blue sleeved arm over the moist ground to examine my wrist Chrono. Unfortunately the screen was cracked, and device useless. Likely a victim of my fall to the duracrete.

"Perfect, " I groaned miserably, at least it wasn't a total disaster though. I could have awoken sober. Not that I would have stayed that way very long, in my experience, I performed my best work thoroughly lubricated -- on the job, that was.

Rising from the ground I took a moment to steady my legs, and attempted to brush the dust off my Coruscant blue flight suit -- which had formed in to a grimy mud from the misadventures of my inner liquids -- however I quickly noticed that the pungent odour releasing filth that painted me, merely smeared further over the fabric with every brush I lobbed against it. No matter, I thought, as I heaved my heavy feet over the ground and carried on.

I'd made this walk a thousand times since I'd arrived on Planet months back, but tonight, tonight it seemed to take an aeon to finally make the turn in to the Motel parking square. I'd spent most of my life living in places just like this, Motels. You could call me a connoisseur, of sorts. Not by choice, mind you. I'd left Coachelle Prime when I was eleven, my special little bunny, and her unnaturally herculean womb pillaged me in a way few others could ever understand. My species were quick breeders, but her, she took it to a whole new level. Eighteen little Lepi on her first go, less than a year later she walloped me with another twenty-three. I dare you to try and help raise that many kids, go on.

Braddlebork wasn't terrible, you could say. Tiny place, for sure. Eight rooms, excluding the office, set in a neat, small, L-pattern. They were stacked on top of each other, which made it seem even smaller to me, and likely everyone else. The sign was plain, not flashy. White with Braddlebork Motel illuminated in gold as bright as the daytime sun. The red brick walls of the unit space had dark forest green doors, and soft amber lighting units ever vigil in even spacing between each room.

As I reeled further in to the parking space, body heavy, and drooping. I knew if I didn't ask for a wake-up call, I'd be comatose all day. As the distance between myself and the office shrunk, I could hear a stannic buzz of a HoloViewer well past it's prime. The repetitious strum of some strange organ like synthesizer that would occasionally hush to a whisper under the articulation of an overly theatrical voice.

"An astonishing glimpse in to the dark world of the Occult and Supernatural!" The staticy voice coaxed, "Saladyyn Solomon!"

I loomed in to the open doorway, left shoulder thudding loudly against the frame. By the time my large eyes managed to come in to focus on the white, bloodstained sheet covering what I instantly knew to be the Rodian manager of this establishment. A shrill scream bellowed out at me, and the Holo-Viewer quickly powered down with a sigh.

"It's been six hours, where have you been?!" A tall, skinny, blonde haired kid questioned with haste. Stepping towards me, only to quickly palm her nose in disgust and jump back once that small little sniffer caught whiff of my scent. "What happened?"

Wow, you'd have to tune in next time!

As it seemed, the fight had finally found Korog and his Master. There she stood, rigid and ready to butcher these weak-kneed Silvers. He supposed he was too, though he wasn't so quick to venture grasp upon his Lightsaber, no, his was left hooked to the left-side of his belt, while he promptly began to absorb and examine the most probable zone of action he and Matsu would be battling within.

 

[Willa Isard]

Location: Tháinbroek
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"] [member="Claire Ouron"]
Enemies: Sith

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxEcbQKy10Q&list=PLGB-JasyDjPzCdsnwveUvjuqm1WM9g57k&index=26​

Willa kept through the streets when she was watching more of it seeing some of the jedi that were fighting and defending. With the valkyri that were there fighting with them and the large bears. The sniper shots were ringing out here when all of the jedi moved to cover one of the buildings. Willa entered the gnat runner leaping towards its cockpit when her saber deactivated going back to her hip. Information going across the screen as it activated letting her and several of the other ranger's move as the ghost snipers were clearing a pathway. "Commander phase three is completed and we are moving on to phase four of established defenses and clear of the streets." She blinked to confirm for them where they would be able to continue working with the information. She could see where the reports were filtering with updates for the walls being secured, layers of deflector shields on generators to add to it and ray shields that could keep them from getting through. Willa was moving around as the multi layers of shield carriers were over head with the sounds of no other air support or problems when flame units went through the city. Something to smash them through and clear the way so that they wouldn't have to risk more lives. The gates were easy enough to secure when you had numbers.

"Commander we have further reports, the attack has brought in additional ships from patrols and coordination. Saturation protocol from Admiral Sala'dine has them sending as many ships as can be done to pick and tear apart enemy ships. Defensive stations are reporting zero resistance." She shrugged to that staying in the runner as it was going and the small holographic display came from above showing the space battle that was more one sided then she had thought. Calling in reinforcements was always good to handle the uber traps that had been made into plans. She was certain regardless like with many things where she could see ships coming. Allowing the force to guide her when she rolled it using the leveler on the wall to rotate and fire off a series of missiles so they would be smashing into a small enemy force. her ranger's were getting a lot of the forces here when the first herald came through with a rocket launcher flying up inot the air where they could come down leaving not much else. Throwing one of the targets as a second smacked it in the face for a juggling move that a ghost sniper took the shot with. "Good, ensure that coordination between all force remains in check the jedi and high king are making progress against this force. We might have to rethink our whole approach to this though as I am not seeing the threat of these things."

She got a small look from some of the others who were providing new information, her scout snipers were feeding in information to the suit about the battle over head and what they were able to see from the mapping droids about the city and where to go. There wasn't a lot, the rangers had superior equipment, the forces they faced mindlessly ran towards explosives and the few who were engaging jedi were not very good as the jedi they had were smart. Looking over when information on the schematics of the ships that had been being attacked bringing graug here. Until she wanted to see it where they had been attacking. She fired off a shot stopping the runner up in a slightly higher area before the attention came to her with a small grin on her face. "This is looking good, continue to put on the pressure and have the ranger's reinforce the jedi where they need it. I want those walkers to be smashing into their forces and any spare shots I want them decimating and pounding the the sith." She nod confirmations as the were some valkyri when she got into an open area hopping out of the gnat as another ranger got in while she could hear reports from the ghost snipers who were working and providing her with new information itself. "Commander we have some new things coming."

She was curious at that, wondering what it was when she spoke. "Report." There was a small look on her face turning in the helmet as one fo the flame units incinerated the attacking beast. "Looks like Master Jericho has brought his cloned legions." It was a strange thing but there was a lot that they should be able to do with it. They would have the additional reinforcements themselves, here the gunships were moving overhead, the walkers going. All of this armor was securing the building when she breathed in and looked at the valkyri with her as they had more of their own forming up with shields and blades. The others were coming with them before she brought out the lightweight rifle holding it ready to use and smash into something here. Wanting to go into the fights when she had prepared for a couple more things. There was danger to it but Willa started shooting things up while pointing out for them to go. The force guiding her through the streets with the others towards the main gate where they could encounter and handle the different sithspawn another had brought down. The force snare crystal for capturing spirits and manifestations of the darkside were there as she could capture and start to hold them. Without risking it all for the attacks where the ranger's could support the jedi.

 

[Marek S'hadar]

Location: Midvinter
Objective: Stand Ground, Kill Sith
Allies: SJO, [member="Sochi Ru"] [member="Thyrian Hearthfire"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Tyluko Dubykee"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Syn"]
Enemies: Lotta Sith [member="Darth Voracitos"] [member="Korog Zordaal"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Lyra Naerys"] [member="Onley Xiangu"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] @Dredge [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Darth Abyss"]
Notable Equipment: Armor

Having met up with his old friend and hopping off of his speeder because the author was fething tired but still wanted to make a post, Marek would join the fray. Sprinting after his friend, he leapt down after his friend, the obsidian black armor standing out sharply against the white snow. He knew full and well the landing wasn't going to be good on his knees, but he was in his early thirties, he could still take it.

Landing with a thud he skipped the formalities of witty mocking as he sunk his knees to ease the impact of the landing, then he pushed out, hard. Blasting back a group of soldiers, the master said not a word as he ignited his saber, the sky blue blade igniting and peeking out over his shoulder as he surged forward. Targeting a massive gurag the Jedi Master deflected a barrage of blaster bolts as he closed the gap between himself and the massive creature, ducking his head under a vicious blow from the monstrosity. Swiping with his blade he cut into the beast's side, causing it to howl in rage as it pivoted to strike with ferocious intensity. Had Marek been a tad slower, the blow would've hurt, a lot.

Instead the blow missed his nose and sailed past his face by millimeters, and with a quick swipe across the beasts chest followed by him plunging it into the throat of the warrior, he killed the massive warrior of the Sith. "Taking the infantry on is nice and all, but where are the Lords spearheading this? Where are Coci and Thurion? Something tells me they might be the targets of all this." The Master spoke up, his voice firm as ever, but lacking the venom that usually lurked behind it in times past.

 

[Marcus Faust]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EF0lVn3n12I​

Location: Midvinter, Near the MainGates of Thainbroek
Objective: Reminisce, with swords
Allies: The Sith Order [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Darth Prazuitus"], [member="Connor Harrison"], [member="Ignus"], [member="Eldaah Aderyn"] [member="Lyra Naerys"] [member="Connor Harrison"]
Enemies: The Silver Jedi, [member="Thyrian Hearthfire"]

What was in a name anyway?

Once he'd bore his birth name, risen to some semblance of power with it, hell it was with that name he grew into the being he was now. But truth be told it had not been who he was for quite a time, Exedo had seen to that. Then he took on the title of Darth Vindica, honoring the tradition of the ancient Sith, and his power would only grow, but with the subsequent fall of the Sith Empire, rise of the One Sith, and then their fall, he'd come to question if tradition in the Sith realm was something better left forgotten.

Besides, the title had only shackled him. So he shed it as well. As it seemed however, he was not the only one with a name that had changed. As arrows rained and beserkers charged, a single man in dark robes moved through the battlefield between Blackblades and Berserkers alike. With the force he guarded himself from the deadly rain, and as one man charged the figure, a crimson blade came to life.

He carried only one now, he had no time for trophies. He sidestepped a vicious swipe at his head, twisted his body to avoid another aimed for his chest, and leaned back to avoid another coming up for his chin from below. The berserker fought with untamed fury, it was impressive to say the least, but not without flaw. A quick slash up through the man's armpit left one arm to drop to his side limp as the Sith slashed the tendons and muscles in the appendage, but as expected the warrior did not relent. Ducking under another swipe at his head, Vindica slashed through the bezerker's leg at the knee, the burly man dropping forward, twisting to swing at the Sith once again. As he had noted earlier, they were impressive warriors, unrelenting and fueled by rage.

Oh Ashborn, they truly are like you.

Tilting his head back, he avoided the blow narrowly, then brought his blade through the throat of the warrior, killing him instantly. The blood red markings of his mask seemingly darkened as the man fell, but perhaps it was nothing more than a trick of the light as he pivoted around to engage another, carving a path towards the gate. He wondered if Ashborn, no, Hearthfire knew the boy still roamed out in the galaxy? Alone, angry, monstrous, but something told him Thyrian would want to know.

Even if not, it would be nice to reminisce wouldn't it? It had been so long since the Sith Empire, since the Shadow Order. Vindica chuckled to himself, yes, it had been too long. Something in the Sith Lord had become unhinged, but that was nothing out of the norm for his kind was it?

 

[Connor Harrison]

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

--

Only a few feet up the wall, he saw the methods of Eldaah and shook his head. Why did he always take the wrong way? Looking up to her, the body of one caught his eye and he followed it down. A Jedi. Seemed the Sith were making good statements in the city itself.

Hanging on for a few moments as the body absorbed the fall into the snow, he jumped down with a crunch of rock and ice to see them rise up. It was a female, one he didn't recognize if she were Silver. It seemed she recognised him however.

"A brave assumption isn't it,” he laughed, "but the only one who can help me now is Coci Heavenshield. Take me to her and I'll make it worth your while.”

He looked up the wall that he had failed to ascend.

"As in you can stand with me rather than against me. We don't want that do we.”

Connor looked back at her against the cold wind, all options open.

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ASj81daun5Q​

Tháinbroek, Southern Wall - Main Gate
Allies: SJO
Enemies: [member="Vindica"] | SO
Equipment: Armour | Lightsaber

It seemed the entire city was now filled with people fighting, wherever his eye turned to there were Sith and Valkyri forces slaughtering each other. The attack on the civilians seemed to have been put on hold as his brother had taken command of the battle inside the city, thankfully. Of course, this in all likelyhood meant that they were instead directing their wrath upon Thurion, which did not help in putting his mind at ease. Still, he had to oversee the battle as a whole, directing his troops to any crucial areas of the city and its walls. The berserkers were able to buy the defenders precious time, stalling the enemy at the foot of the walls so that more could fall to their unrelenting hail of arrows and projectiles.

He thanked all the gods that his Queen and their baby boy were not present, instead sent offworld to an undisclosed location to wait out the coming storm. It had taken considerable persuasion on his part, for Kära had no intention to leave her husband to fight this war on his own, and she was arguably even more of a ruthless fighter than the former Ashborn. She ultimately gave in to his wishes, however, taking their son into consideration. Thrand was the future of Midvinter, just as his namesake had been its past. He fought for him, this day.

A presence was felt down below, amidst the fighting outside the wall. It was one he had not sensed for many a year, in a time where servitude reigned supreme and Darth Kyros pulled the strings with unmatched subtlety and finesse. He had been proud of serving as her enforcer, and in truth it was something he was still proud of; the pleased look in her eye when he'd report his successes was all he lived for, once. Now he has so much more to be grateful and fight for.

Thyrian looked on as Faust carved through the opposition, his eyes filled with fire and brimstone as he turned to one of his officers and offered a solemn nod. The Valkyri captains bowed their heads in response, uttering a warrior's prayer for their lord and liege, and so the High King shed his fur cloak and leaped over the rampart to join the battle below. With a loud *thud* his feet connected with the frozen soil, now stained with blood from both sides, and so he found himself facing the once-apprentice of Kyros. As he appeared, Sith forces and berserkers alike dispersed around them, allowing the two their own little arena.

At first Thyrian said nothing, inspecting the dark visage of his former ally with unflinching steel in his gaze. "It's been a long time, Marcus," he then spoke, grim expression on his face. "If you have come for the White Lady, she is not here. And you will not leave here alive to pursue her further." Lightsaber found the palm of his hand, and his surroundings lit up with the crimson colour of his blade as he assumed his stance. Bright flames began to rise from his feet, licking their up his legs and the rest of his body until he stood fully ablaze, as was once his true appearance.

"COME, LORD VINDICA. SHOW ME YOU WERE ONCE WORTHY OF OUR LADY'S TEACHINGS."

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Western Wall.

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

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"Your words mean nothing Ignus, you come here with them so you are apart of it all regardless if you send in an army or not. Their actions are yours equally". He came here to kill or cause harm whether it was to her or others equated to the same thing. And she was not about to 'play' by his rules, this is their home and Sith mean nothing. "And I did not come here to talk about Connor Harrison", she said turning to leave, if he was not prepared to come out of his ship and face her directly at this point, he would have to come out and find her. There was work to be done within the city that needed her attention foremost.

She clicked the last piece of her armour in place just before she felt a pull on the force and Lynn went flying over the top of the wall. Concerned, Coci looked for the girl as she hit the ground her training proving her well and Lynn was alright. "Well so much for staying close", she said to no one. She had to trust that Lynn would believe in her abilities and the force and allow it to guide her, all missions are a test and none more so then today. The shield wall would protect her at least for now but those within the wall that had gotten through would prove difficult to dispatch.

Before turning away once more, Coci's eyes fell on the duplicates standing ready for her, well two can play that game. A master of illusion herself, Coci summon the force and split creating two of herself in full armour which immediately propelled over the wall to the ground and walked to confront the Ignus pair. She cared little for one of them carrying Connor's saber and quite frankly did not care to add to her collect, besides his saber was never that of a Jedi from the beginning.

 

[Catherine Soja]

Location: East gate of ​Tháinbroek
Enemies: [member="Vitor Avendahl"] [member="Lyra Naerys"] And other Sith forces
Allies: [member="Tyluko Dubykee"] [member="Claire Ouron"] [member="Calder Icehammer"] and Local Troops
Mission: Defend the city.
Equipment: Silver Watch Cloak, TC-777 armor and Light saber [Links to armor and cloak in bio]


As Catherine waited she ordered the gunships they had on hand to move out and fire on the wave of incoming foes. Heavy blaster fire and micro missiles flew out destroying small groups as they charged forward. Some blew up enemy vehicles as they tried to reach the wall. As they got closer to it blaster cannon mounts and repeater blasters along with blaster rifle fire all poured down further shredding the infantry who moved up forcing them into cover as they took initial high casualties. Several Speeders found themselves blasted apart as they could not bypass the gates. The cross fire and kill zones made by the troops along with SJO total air supremacy in the local area meant they were under intensifying fire from air and wall/land defenses .

Meanwhile she awaited any sith who came so far they seemed to hide behind their mass of troops and she watched them fall in droves. Stepping out some she shook her head. “It’s like they don’t see the wall of defenses here. Oh well I cannot be responsible for Sith brashness overcoming any intelligence they may have. Padawans look sharp! I doubt it’ll stay this easy for that long.” She told them as she saw speeders approaching in the distance that didn’t get blown up yet.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

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

The Ethereal Slaves flashed like dark lightning, the thunder of their wake resulting in blood and combat. The warriors of Midvinter fought valiantly against his forces of shadow and death, fighting what they could often hardly see, striking against what was no longer there. Every once in a while, they would rely on their faith, to strike wherever they could not see, and they would wound one of his Slaves. Only to earn their collective ire. Once upon a time, at the height of the Empire's power, these creatures could summon with them abilities of the force - Sith lightning, strong telepathy, minor battle meditation among themselves, infrequent use of telekinesis. Though as mere necromancies, they relied only upon one skill alone - Force Drain.

Red Tendrils would frequently erupt from the Ethereal Slaves, when an opportunity presented itself, when a target was vulnerable or distracted, allowing them to strengthen themselves, bringing them closer to their former power. They were vampiric Shades feasting upon the living soldiers who were not strong enough, or quick enough to push them away. There were two Shades though, who had found a foe worthy of more than two of the Dark Lord's servants. They managed to deftly avoid the Jedi's lightsaber, while they were unable to penetrate her defenses even with all their speed. The others were pre-occupied with their own feasts to offer assistance, and lacking their former sentience, they would not anticipate the possible defeat of their slave-mates. The Ethereal Slaves sent messages of their conflicts to their master through their primitive transmission of images through telepathy, wordlessly exposing the positions of their enemies, acting as the Shadow Emperor's informants.

"Hmmm," Voracitos murmured to himself, as the shadows manifesting around him grew stronger with the whispers of defeat and submission. Through his minds eye, Voracitos captained the mind of an Ethereal Slave nearest to Sochi Ru. The body stood still long enough for Voracitos to see for himself who this Jedi was, though not to his surprise, he didn't know them. Despite being a Lord of the Sith, he rarely if ever encountered Jedi. Releasing his slave back into the fray of combat, Voracitos instead captained the mind of a different slave - The High Commandant of the Ethereal Slaves. Voracitos quickly maneuvered him around a warrior, and reached into his heart, pulling out much of his life and placing it inside of the Ethereal Slave, weakening him enough to be defenseless, allowing the High Commandant to drain the rest of his life effortlessly while his kin watched helplessly within their own struggles. The body of the warrior dropped to the snowy earth shriveled and misshapen, but by the time it did, the High Commandant had already moved on, racing towards Sochi Ru carrying the mind of Voracitos.

"You search for a Master..." The High Commandant did not speak, but the voice of Voracitos projected through it regardless as it came into view of Sochi Ru, who battled still the pair of Ethereal Slaves almost tirelessly assaulting her defenses. "You will not find one here, only shadows." At that moment, a weak bolt of lightning erupted from the High Commandants hands, utilizing the fresh lifesource it had just consumed prior to this engagement.

The Waves of Darkness were brewing meanwhile, in the capable hands of the Shadow Emperor, growing greater in strength as he absorbed the dramas of conflict to generate the whispers of defeat. It was on the cusp of becoming unleashed, and soon he would know domination once again as he always did.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SEsBYtjsGGI

OBJECTIVE: Upholding the greater good (is there any other type of objective?)
ALLIES: The good guys
ENEMIES: The bad guys [member="Aria Vale"]

Her Padawan was now out of sight – but she did not come here to babysit. Their Force Bond was not powerful but it was strong enough to detect her presence from a distance and she could tell if she was in trouble. And given that the alarm bells were currently quiet, she knew she could focus on the here and now.

For a second and a third sensation were now troubling her.

A few fellow Jedi had wobbled. Actually a larger measure would be a better descriptor – humongous? Gargantuan? Ginormous? A lot!

And some she knew or at the very least she could say she had known. Connor Harrison was one. And she was sure that she sensed his presence. And to refer to his fall as a wobble would be to do a disservice to swayers. His fall was significant and had left a lot of collateral damage in its wake.

But despite knowing he was here, she was not focused on him. Instead there was a less darkened aura – at least by Sorel’s current reading of the situation – and one that she recognised primarily because she had taught her how to fight in the Echani martial art. Sorel was good compared to someone who had limited knowledge of the ancient fighting technique – but she knew that Ara was a clear step ahead of her. Not typically a positive thought when considering an impending encounter but Sorel dismissed the emotion of it and banked the practical knowledge. It was all part of the data set now.

And so she stood her ground. Until she was required to engage she would not. This kept her fresh and allowed her to connect to the Force – to better predict when she would be called into action. Farseeing was not a science but like any art, it could be considered useful additional information.

 

[Claire Ouron]

Location: Tháinbroek
Objective: Dig a hole, Fight sith.
Allies: [member="Catherine Soja"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Marek S'hadar"] [member="Willa Isard"] [member="Syn"] and all other jedi in the area.
Enemies:[member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Vindica"] and all other sith in the area.

Claire was digging as fast as she could. [member="Honoko"], needed those mortars ASAP. Heh. Of all the jobs a jedi could get in the middle of a war zone, I never thought "hole digger" would be the one I'd get. Claire thought to herself, trying to keep her mind off everything going on around her. Soon Claire looked up at Honoko, "How's this? Deep enough for you?" She shouted.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

​Deep within the walls of Thainbroek amidst the chaos, the panic the light and the dark continued their endless bloody war. Bodies littered the blood slicked streets as innocents alike were caught between the crossfire of two attacking forces. It was deep within this city that one would find the heavily concentrated force of Blackblade Guard. While a greater portion of the guard sieged the walls this group moved with a cunning precision as a singular unit, block by block they killed everything that moved amidst a hailstorm of blasterfire. Inferior Valkyri bows were simply outmatched by the superior technology of the Armatech designed blaster weaponry the guard carried. These black armored monster did not hesitate, showing no remorse in gunning down each and every unfortunate soul to cross into their hunting path.

​They were feared across the known galaxy, they were the Blackblade Guard.

​The legion responsible for many of the most vile genocides ever carried out in the known galaxy, these elite warriors were trained to follow orders without hesitation. These warriors went house by house, block by block, street by street killing all they came across. When arrows came down in greater and greater numbers they closed ranks a front rank carrying heavy shields while more legionnaires fire out from behind them. A war cry to the gods came from the valkyri forces their anger uncontrolled at the intruders who dared strike at their innocents, a horde came charging down the street as [member="Asharad Graush"] and [member="Braith Achlys"] disembarked from one of the remaining gunships above providing support for the group in the aftermath of the brutal fire strike by [member="Thyrian Hearthfire"] that sent several down in smoking heaps. The shields parted briefly and through them...

​The Destroyer came.

​A brutal and unforgiving tyrant descended down the street Daesumnor in hand, the force fueling his every muscle he charged headlong into the moving valkyri. A master of close quarters he unleashed his fury upon the warriors of Midvinter, their paltry blades shattering against the superior might of the artifact in his hand. Every fall of Daesumnor ripped more souls, sending more victims to the blades hungering vaults, more blood soaking the dark armor. A blast of radiant crimson lightning transformed four warriors into black husks as the Destroyer turned, souls whisping up the length of the runeblade while his eyes gazed out towards a moving figure on the rooftops.

​[member="Thurion Heavenshield"], Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi Order.

​The Destroyer let out a demonic roar demonized the through the annunciators of his helmet as he lept, his jump pack activating as he flew at top speed towards the Grandmaster intending to collide with the man in full force, beginning his barrage.

 

[TB-705]

He fell out of the sky, portions of his dropsuit peeling away, ejected by the automated systems. Repulsors kicked in a hundred meters above the ground and sharply slowed his descent. Instead of cratering into the earth in a bloody smear, Thengil landed feet first hard enough to snap a human's ankles. Braced by his exosuit, he rose to his height, steam of melted snow curling around his golden figure.

His amber gaze swung toward the nearest person and fixed her with a predatory stare.

"Hello," he rumbled in the way a Krayt might greet a bantha. He either did not see the padawans and soldiers surrounding her, or did not care.

[member="Catherine Soja"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ALbVEmzY5S4​

Location: Before the Gates of Thainbroek, the South Wall
Allies: The Sith Order
Enemies: The Silver Jedi, [member="Thyrian Hearthfire"]

"Kyros? Oh I'm not here for her Ashborn." The Sith spoke, his voice ragged and mechanized, the fires of rage burning behind every word, not at Thyrian in particular, rather the universe in general. And Exedo, always Exedo. Shedding his cloak, the Sith Lord wore little, his armor with the exception of the torso was armor issued during the reign of the One Sith, the chest was beskar, left to him by a Jedi who he longed to one day face again, but what he wore would do.

It had not failed him yet.

As the sea of warriors parted it left the two of them alone in its wake. Taking his saber with both hands, the Lord couldn't help but let a small smirk tug at his scarred flesh as the man before him ignited himself, the booming voice Vindica once knew echoing loudly across the battlefield. He had served under Kyros, learned from her, as he and Thyrian ended up learning from each other, but in the time since both he and Hearthfire had grown substantially. Each was more powerful, more potent, more deadly.

They were far different men now. Slowly moving forward with blade in hand he spoke, "In fact, I'm here for you."

Come to taunt you

He surged forward at a breakneck pace, bringing his saber up from the ground and slashing upwards as he closed the gap between himself and Hearthfire. No lightning, no tricks, only a blade making its way towards the hulking man's throat. He'd no doubt intercept it, but it would be then that the true battle would begin, and the chaos around them would simply be noise in the background.

Kara and Thyrian had finally found peace, freed themselves from the dark, but they hadn't saved everyone had they? Someone near and dear to them still roamed the galaxy, and Vindica would see that person killed, for nothing other than to sow chaos in the realm of the Jedi, to bring pain to his enemies and nothing more. Where the darkness in Thyrian had left, in Vindica it had only grown.

Oh, how it had grown.

 

[Negative Prime]

[member="Claire Ouron"]

" the idiots are here. so it's too late. " Hokoko yelled turning to thr girl.
" ALL UNITS FIRE ON THE SITH WITH BALLISTIC ROUNDS. HEAVY WEAPONS TARGET LARGE CROWDS,"
Honoko yelled drawing out ker Micromisile slug thrower.
" You with me girl lets go take out a sith."

 

[Willa Isard]

Location: Tháinbroek
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"] [member="Claire Ouron"]
Enemies: Sith

Willa squinted heavily when she saw it, keeping their movement going from the central area as the other rangers were moving into position within the streets so she could coordinate with them. GOing through the streets where they might be looking over through the buildings, going into the places where thy were working with the valkyri itself to go through the streets. They were working as information went across the screens for her about the walls and the forces who had moved in. Allowing less and less when she could see [member="Coci Heavenshield"] on the western wall with the other rangers. There was [member="Sorel Crieff"] there moving forward before she stayed at the ready. Clearing as guards stayed where they could, holding streets where they could and have the teams there protecting the people. She could see the ship overhead as it was flowing. A larger herald appeared standing there next to her with one of the heavy weapons. The rocket launcher as their shoulder cannon was presenting itself. Prepared to go and fight as she spoke towards [member="Honoko"] [member="Claire Ouron"] who were working on defenses and setting everything up with a look on her face. Willa was unsure about what they might be able to do or what they would have. "Keep up the work you two, you have been working on many more of the defesnes at the wall."

She had a small look on her face changing it over to a com channel so she can speak to some of the other jedi on the wall. Jedi knights there like [member="Catherine Soja"] who was overseeing the works going on there. She spoke coming around a corner with some interest until she smirked a little. "Knight Soja, report in. We have been clearing the streets and with Honoko and Claire, work on getting more turrets ont he wall. We are looking to set up additional turrets at elevated positions to oversee both sides here at the city. THe exterior walls have been continued to have fortifications in increments and it is not getting breached so far." Willa continued up towards the wall when she saw the streets with attention to the other ranger's who were setting up. The massive heralds followed them as more sniper shots from the ghosts came sending one of the soldiers down to the ground with nose itself. Looking over at more of the soldiers who moved in thanks to Jericho when the speeder charged one down she stayed focused on the current mission and objective. To protect the gathered people and reinforce before leaping up onto the wall to look at some of the other jedi that were there with them on the walls. "We have small reports from exterior teams, Jerico, Marek and Syn are smashing enemy forces and making a lot of noise."

 

[Catherine Soja]

Location: East gate of ​Tháinbroek
Enemies: [member="Vitor Avendahl"] [member="Lyra Naerys"] [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] And other Sith forces
Allies: [member="Tyluko Dubykee"] [member="Claire Ouron"] [member="Calder Icehammer"] and Local Troops
Mission: Defend the city.
Equipment: Silver Watch Cloak, TC-777 armor and Light saber [Links to armor and cloak in bio]

As the Sith dropped down from the sky Catherine gave quirk of her brow. "Leave it to a sith to find new ways to drop in." She took up her saber and waited a moment before activating it. As she prepared herself she was watchful for the all too common sith electrical attacks and fire balls. Seems they were popular with the kids now. He was tall but not surprising given his species. She'd have to rely on something besides reach to deal with him.