Operation Icebreaker (SO vs. SJO)

[Leora]

Location: Thainbroek West Gate
Objective: Defeat [member="Coci Heavenshield"]

https://youtu.be/FkDFKMs35vs​

One of the duplicates tilted it's head in response to the words that the Jedi Master uttered. Because he had come with them, he was therefore complicit in their efforts? Well, if that was the case he had some things to say himself. After all, he'd shown effort to keep out of the city himself. If she wasn't going to acknowledge his efforts to personally not have a hand in the destruction of the city, then she was going to have to deal with the consequences of that belief.

"By your logic I then charge you as complicit in the mass murder of civilians on Korriban and your illegal invasion of the Stygian Caldera. You were there with them and therefore you are equally responsible."

She sent out copies herself but he ignored them for the moment. Why shouldn't he? His focus was her, and she could beat up copies all she wanted without doing him any harm. Besides, hers were hastily made and his had been in existence ever since their arrival at Midvinter, with him locked into the ritual of creating them while resting aboard the old Corvette. She was his target. If she was going to ignore him, and charge him as responsible for destruction and civilian deaths even if he wasn't already involved in it, then he had no reason to avoid it.

So he turned his attention then to the approaching clones and reached out through the Force to push one away and then the next. Then the two clones would rush forward, aiming to scale the wall and reach the top where she and others were, aiming to face her on her own territory. If she wasn't going to take him on with actual effort, then he would give her no choice. After all, she had every option to come and find his ship and face the real him well away from the city and any civilians.

"How do you plead, Coci?"

Hands reached the top of the wall and pulled him up and over to face towards her. First one and then the other, each drawing and activating an orange lightsaber. The time was at hand for battle whether she wanted it or not.

"Perhaps your people here will make a fitting substitute in death for you in response to those who died on Korriban."

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

 

[NightSister]

OBJECTIVE: Beat Silas' kill count
ALLIES: [member="Darth Imperia"], [member="Onley Xiangu"], [member="Silas of Ossus"], [member="Tubal Sahon"]
ENEMIES: Silver Jedi, and[member="Sorel Crieff"] for the sake of tags
MUSIC: Reptile

It was fun, all of it. She moved alongside Imperia and the others, moving perfectly in time to every oncoming attack, and their dance enthralled her. The adrenaline, the blood, the crackle of lightning, the glint of her saber. She was powerful, and she loved it. Control was so rare an experience to her. Anger and hatred were hers to use freely, and she wielded them both with a small, amused smile.

There was guilt too, of course, but Aria was beyond caring.

The Knight fought as she always did - carefully focused, but without making a secret of how much fun she was having. The only difference? Up until very recently indeed, Aria had fought chiefly for sport. A way to pass the time, perhaps settle scores, get practice in for potential future fights. Today, she fought to kill with her every move. When she flicked her saber, she aimed always for the heart - or the head, perhaps, or someplace just as permanent. When she pushed with the Force, she allowed every time for enough distance that her victim would surely not survive the trip. She and Imperia and Onley and Silas could leave the camp today. Nobody else.

She turned on her next prey only to find an axe embedded in the woman - or her corpse now, more aptly. All very good and well, but Aria had been under no threat. There had been no need to interrupt her killing spree by stealing one out from under her nose. She looked to who had instead killed the woman - Silas, a friend of Onley's. Jackass.

"I could've gotten her!"

Competition only served to add to her good mood, however. Eyes flickering as she called out, her next attack went in the same direction as his, only a split second sooner. Much better. Now, who was next?

She made it through a few more kills before she heard Onley call out. A Jedi was nearby? Now, that was much better than clearing out a refugee camp. Looking in his direction, she fixed her gaze on - wait, she knew that particular Jedi. Her name was Sorel Crieff; Aria had given her a lesson once, and the pair had been on friendly terms before Aria's departure. The other woman was a capable fighter, and a perfectly likable person, as luck would have it. Pity then that she remained so evidently Jedi.

"Long time, no see." Now her words were directed towards Sorel, almost friendly given the circumstances.. "Still with the Jedi, then?"

 

[Tyluko-Kai Kaimana]

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

Tyluko was completely taken by surprise when [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] appeared out of nowhere in an attempt to strike at the Cathar Sith, who countered the ambush by throwing [member="Catherine Soja"] directly at the Avogwi causing them to collide and collapse to the earth. Tyluko attempted to cushion their fall with the Force but he was not sure if it had worked. Master Soja was immediately back into the fray sizing the sith up once more getting ready to counter any strike the Sith made. Tyluko ran over to [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] and helped her to her feet, making sure she was ok. Tyluko then focused and thought about how he could assist in this fight. As he thought, he could hear the sounds of war continue to rage, he could feel the imbalance in the Force and could still sense that it was trying to alert him to some presence from somewhere in the wilderness. He could also sense others approaching rapidly towards the city but right now he had to help master Soja.

He then thought about how he had recently learned the Force Bellow ability. "Perhaps I can combine that with my echolocation to try and use sound bursts to subdue the Sith." Dolphinarians were masters of using sound to track food by the use of echolocation and could be used as a form of defense by launching powerful bursts of sound. Tyluko looked to his fellow padawan briefly before walking towards where [member="Catherine Soja"] and [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] were squared up. He then focused his mind and the Force as he combined the Force bellow ability with his echolocation. He started to make a series of clicks as he fired Force powered bursts of Sound towards the Cathar at a high frequency in hopes that he would be able to at least disorient the Sith.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Inside the Walls.

A'sharad took stock of his surroundings quickly. The HUD was flooding his visuals with information, however, that gradually slowed down as the Blackblade Guard, both following and exterminating Valkyri ahead of [member="Darth Prazutis"] lessened the hostiles spotted until all he could see was green in every direction, that is, until more Valkyri appeared from every which way.

By that time, Graush Troopers, armour decorated with crimson markings in varying locations to differentiate from the other Sith Forces. Typically, on Tantorus, they'd wear other colours, but that was something for another time. An S90 MAAT dropped by overhead, deploying a platoon of them right ontop of A'sharad. Some securing positions within the walls, while others headed off towards the walls to assault them from behind, until there was a handful of units left surrounding Darth Vyrassu.

An elite guard, so to speak.

Prazutis had gone off to fight [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], the leader of the Silver Jedi Order. Not that the Epicant-Hybrid knew the man personally, or even what he looked like, A'sharad pointed off in that direction, the general consensus of the soldiers being to move off that way as they started into a light jog. Much of the way was clear thanks to the Zambranos own forces, and chances were, if still unopposed they'd be able to make good time and catch up with Braxus.

 

[TB-705]

Shocked, bruised, but otherwise unharmed, Thengil glowered down at his foes. The female human took a moment to rise and he could feel the Force at work within her. The aquatic padawan rushed over to the fallen avian.

The woman approached, determination etched into her features. She gave an order about unit cohesion, but Thengil would not be surprised to find it fell on deaf ears.

"Is this all the Silvers can muster?" he rumbled in disgust, voice the rush of breath-stealing wind that flattened savanna grass beneath its gale.

She came for him, lightsaber looping in wide circles. Once more, he parried each and every blow, decades of experience behind each block.

And once again, there came a surprise from the blasted aquanid. Sound waves bombarded Thengil, not painful, but irritating. Like a gnat buzzing in his ear. Due to the nature of sound, the female Jedi was likely suffering similar results. The sad fact of Force Bellow variants were that they had to be employed carefully around allies.

Thengil suffered no such constraints.

Opening fanged maw, he loosed a leonine roar bolstered in the Force, a rumble that those within earshot would no doubt feel in their bellies. The roar reached the infrasonic range, not designed to harm, but to paralyze. A result of bioacoustics. Infrasound, sound waves beneath 20hz, dipped below human hearing. Nature's wrath reached such depths, like thunder and earthquakes. So too did the roar of a tiger, not simply a primal cry, but an intricate biomechanical weapon used to stun prey.

Thus, he sought to invoke the thunder and quake, and the fear that came with them. The Jedi would be frozen in a split second of momentary terror, like the jackdeer scared stiff.

Thengil struck in that moment, slashing out with the metal claws of his gauntlet in an attempt to rake them across the female jedi's face.

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

 

[Catherine Soja]

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

The whole thing was a mess and the padawans much as they tried to help were giving him an advantage. She sensed the coming roar with the already horrible sound strike and jumped backward evading. She calmed herself even amid the pain from her ringing ears and shut her saber off tucking it away a moment. Lifting her hands she focused ands soon green electrical archs began to fly about and before long she lert loose a massive electrical strike on the Cathar sith, While not deadly it'd hurt and over power any insulator he had. The massive burst of electrical energy however was taxing as she wielded it as a last force power to hurl at him.

 

[Claire Ouron]

Location: Thainborek, Inside the walls.
Objective: Stop him.
Allies: All sliver jedi nearby
Enemies: [member="Asharad Graush"]


Claire was busy helping [member="Honoko"] with the defense when she saw something happening inside the city. "Hold on... I'll be right back." She said before dashing across the rooftops to find out what was going on. Much to her horror, somebody, somehow, managed to get inside.

"HEY!" She yelled before dropping in front of him. "I don't know who you are or how you got in here but this is as far as you go." She yelled to him before drawing and activating her lightsaber. She had didn't want to fight him but she had too. She couldn't live with herself if somebody got hurt because she didn't do anything, that's why she was there in the first place. Yet.. this was her first real fight, she was nervous.. and she well aware of the fact that she couldn't bring herself to try and kill her opponents. Hopefully he'd run away, naive thinking yes but hey, you never know what might happen. "I don't want to hurt you.. but I will if you make me. Leave now and don't come back!"

 

[Vitha Na'iv]

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

With all the force sounds going around the Avogwi's ears started to ring. She wasn't scared by the cat's roar. Being an apex predator on Altor 14 meant very little could actually scare her. Ignoring the help that Tyluko was giving she hopped forwards towards the cat with ribs grinding against flesh. It hurt enough to almost bring tears to her eyes but she ignored it. Pressing forwards she started to close until she was a mere five feet away.

"You going to surrender cat or will I have to rip the eyes out of your skull and eat your tongue. I haven't preyed on anything since joining the order and something like you squirming as my beak rips the flesh from your bones would perfectly sate my appetite." she said crouching down preparing to spring. Beak pointing directly at his face, wings slightly spread, talons digging into the dirt she prepared to attack. Orange feathers stood out against the snow covered ground and her body shook with a mixture of pain, and cold. If anyone was reaching out into the force they would feel the currents of the dark side practically swirling around the Avogwi as a combination of pain and rage at her injuries gathered the dark side around her.

 

[Lynn Nantaris]

Location: Western Gate
Allies: [member="Xander Carrick"], [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], [member="Sorel Crieff"], [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Enemies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"], [member="Connor Harrison"], [member="Ignus"]
Gear: Badmother, The Rogue, Lynn's Armor,
(4)

Lynn raised an eyebrow and lowered her blade. "Stand with you? You have nothing to stand on. You were once great, but your own greed has made you nothing more than a shell to be a servant to a Master that will ultimately destroy you. Now, will you come peacefully?" While she had lowered her blade, it was now in a defensive stance, Makashi to be exact. Her body was turned with her right side facing him and her blade in a low/mid guard. Wisdom told her he would not come peacefully so she began to dive into the warm embrace of the Force and prepared her mind for Precognition or her farsight so she could be ready. Her eyes surveyed the man using her Echani senses to read his body movements to interpret them and add another level to her prediction. She found this easy at the beginning of the fight, but as a fight went on her endurance with farsight was still needing work.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: Thainbroek
Objective: Lay waste to the Jedi
Allies: [member="Darth Prazutis"], [member="Asharad Graush"]
Enemies: [member="Jericho"], [member="Honoko"], [member="Willa Isard"]
Equipment: Braith's Saberstaff, Plates of Eternity, Braith's Spear
Music: Themata

When the trio of masters arrived within the walls of Thainbroek, though united in entry, the three quickly split up in the directions they traveled. More damage could be done without being clustered together, Braxus rushing to have his duel with the Silver Jedi Grandmaster while Asharad lingered and strode with troops. Braith, however, was not so traditional that she wished to fight a single foe to pass the time. She had no doubt that many Sith were capable masters of the force in their own right, but she was no Sith - and their ambitions led them to single combat with foes that they deemed were worthy of their attention. She was not quite so forgiving. Be they man, rodent, or insect, the witch was not beyond exterminating them herself. There was no prejudice in her heart for the strong, no mercy or compassion within her for the weak - everyone was equal when they were measured in death, living for only brief moments in the wide expanse of time.

It was that perspective that kept her from solely training in close combat, though she carried with her the spear that she held with one hand and the saberstaff that she gripped with the other. Though she was adorned with armor, hood pulled over her face, Braith would not wait for an enemy to approach her before she'd put her abilities in motion. She had heard through rumors and stories that there had been wielders of the force that took up the shamanistic art that the shapers of kro var utilized, a poor man's attempt at manipulating the natural world around them. She'd fought a Sith Lord on Tython that had tried his hand at the art against her, met only with a power that easily matched his. To control the earth through gestures of the hand was a neat trick, a useful skill even, but it paled in comparison to the ability to alter the environment.

There was no denying that the world of Midvinter was frigid, its temperatures quite capable of freezing water as it fell, and certainly any such shaper could have had plenty of tools at their disposal with this ever-present ice and snow. But to alter the environment wasn't simply to will the elements to do as she pleased - the raising of her hand as she walked towards the wall of the city symbolizing her focus. The particles of ice crystals, the frozen moisture that drifted down from the sky, quickly sublimated into steam en masse and created a sudden and destabilized convection current with the soft continuous stream of snow and cold air that blew down on them. The result was something like a burst of electrostatic energy, surging through the men and woman that ran through the streets without prejudice or care, caused by the friction between the heated and frozen particulates in the air. Those that were struck would quickly find what it meant to be struck by lightning, an act that was only the most trivial at the witch's disposal.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: East of Tháinbroek​

Allies: [member="Vitor Avendahl"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Tirdarius"]​

Enemies: [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Calder Icehammer"]​

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The rush. As she felt the cool chill of the Midvinter air against her face she thanked herself for remembering the goggles that had been stowed in a small compartment on the side of the speeder. Reaching up with a gloved hand, she adjusted her robes, pulling the thick fabric across her exposed skin - next time she'd have to think about an envirosuit of sorts. They had turned towards the downed ship, a small detour if one could call it that at all as it stood between them and the Eastern gates of the city. As they neared the wreckage, a raised eyebrow was her immediate response. About to ask the same question, the man - Vitor - voiced her confusion. It did look like a bear, and a hammer was a succinct summary of what it held. How strange.

Eyes darting once more to the gate before resting again on the creature, Lyra shrugged inwardly at the question Vitor posed. It would be wise for them to continue on, she knew that and yet she could feel the Dark Side clamoring for blood, for the fight. She could feel the visceral energy hanging there like a shroud. Thinking the better of it, she nodded her head towards the city.

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"We need to stay on course - Let's keep heading towards the gates. Once inside we'll have plenty of options, if whatever that is..." she said, motioning towards the bear-like creature. "...gives chase, we can deal with it then. Objections?"​

While she was sure of their ability to survive outnumbering the beast three to one, Lyra was set in her mind. Their objective had been the gates and the gates it would remain if she had anything to say about it. Already she could hear the fighting at the Western gate, sound travelling through the crisp air of Midvinter. The trio had a choice to make - and she'd made hers. Deciding not to wait for a response, she gunned her speeder towards the gates, away from the bear-like creature. Travelling quickly, once they reached the gates they would have to decide how to proceed from there. Would they try to get the gates open? Create havoc inside the walls? What she didn't want was to get cut off and surrounded, cornered in a city she didn't know.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Inside Thainbroek Walls.
[member="Claire Ouron"]

The Sith Lord continued on in that jogging pace that he had set, his half dozen of Sith Troopers following him doing the same, that is, until a figure stepped out in front of them. The soldiers had immediately came to a halt, blasters raising up and taking aim on the girl. A'sharad, through their commline cancelled the order to fire when he heard the girl speak.

When she spoke, she gave him a warning. Some nonsense about not wanting to hurt him, a Sith Lord. His right hand came up, waving off the half dozen soldiers around him, and they broke off in two trios and went to clear out the nearby buildings. If the girl didn't want him to hurt innocents, then he could only imagine what was going through her mind now.

"Jidai." He called.

She rather be injured in their stead.

The lightsabre on his belt found a place in his right hand. And then, he walked forwards. The Dark Side of the Force protected him from the harsh elements. Even if his suit was environmentally sealed, it would only be amount of time before the weather actually took its toll. And so he had begun employing the Force to protect it, and indirectly, himself. When he took a step into the light layer of snow covering the streets, it melted underneath the phrik boots.

"You're afraid," he said as he walked forwards. His helmet canted to the side. Again, he was taking a different approach instead of directly engaging his opponent. "Surrender." He adjusted the hold of his lightsabre. "Give in to the Dark Side and you will have the power to protect anyone you want." The Force intoned with his words, an attempt to persuade her from a route of violence, and likely spare her life.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAqG8eqFoLA

OBJECTIVE: Defend the weak
ALLIES: The Force
ENEMIES: [member="Aria Vale"]

Meditation was not the sexiest subject for a Force user to study – not even a Jedi. Yet Sorel spent most of her time, other than sparring, on this family of abilities. And she insisted her Padawans did the same.

On paper, she could not understand why more Jedi did not spend more of their available time on the subject. Or perhaps she could. There were, in the galaxy, a few laws that could not be ignored. One was pertinent here – and it was the availability of time. For it did not matter if you were a Jedi Master, a Youngling or a shop-keeper…there were only so many hours available in a day. Longevity was a small factor but, in Sorel’s experience, if you wanted to be good at something, practise was key. If you took out time to sleep, eat and exercise and then considered mandatory tasks, you only had so much free time.

It was one of the reasons she did not boast a myriad of Force abilities. She could learn many more, she figured, but when would she have time to keep them current, let alone to master them? So the saber and meditation took most of her time.

Which is why, as fighting continued around her, she remained calm and impassive. The Force would tell her when she needed to act. Until then, she was meditating – deepening her connection to the Force. When required to act, her ability to draw on the Force would be temporarily boosted.

Which led to a short reflection on a second law that was often overlooked. The Force was infinite but a user’s ability to drawn on it was not. It was like holding a container and scooping up sea water. The Force was the ocean. And depending on your personal development, your container was large or small. Typically Masters had bigger containers than Padawans. That was the general rule. And as you drew on the Force, it was like pouring water from your container. Sooner or later it was empty and until you were well rested, you could not fill it again.

Unlike those around her, Sorel’s container was still full. In fact, due to her meditation, it was overfull – but this would only last for a short while.

But then she was snapped from her reflection by a familiar voice. One that belonged to that familiar aura, although it was definitely different now. It was darker.

She remained stationary, her face calm and her voice low and impassive. “I will always be a Jedi,” she replied. “And yes, I am still with the Silver Order.” She glanced around at the surrounding mayhem. “I take it you’re here for yourself.”

She stood with her hair tied back in a pony-tail and was dressed in her standard Jedi robes. Her sabers were clipped to her belt but as she was standing with her arms folded, the folds of her cloak kept them hidden.

 

[Claire Ouron]

Location: Inside Thainborek walls
Objective: Stop the sith and his troops.
Allies: All Sliver Jedi in the area
Enemies: [member="Asharad Graush"] and his troops

Claire felt strange.. a little light headed when he spoke. Unaware that he was using to force to try and entrance her. Protect... anyone? She repeated to herself in her mind. That is something I've waited for a long time now... I know I'm not strong enough now... Is that the answer I've been looking for...? But then she remembered, The constant threat of invasion from the One Sith at Alderaan that drove her family apart, The Omega that almost destroyed a planet full of slaves.. Both were brought from by the sith, servants of the dark-side he claimed could be use to protect people. "How could something so destructive protect anyone...?" She asked him. She was curious now and somewhat hopefully that maybe if she understood him she might be able to talk him out of a fight, maybe even to their side.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

LOCATION: Above Midvinter - Approaching
ALLIES: [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Darth Imperia"] | [member="Onley Xiangu"] | [member="Tubal Sahon"]
ENEMIES: Jedi

They fought as one.

It was as natural as breathing for them, the battlefield like a current and they moved along side it, with each other. Onley had always been the thoughtful one of the two, the man who considered things, who planned things ahead and wondered, perhaps Silas too had this capability... but he had always buried it deep inside of him.

Too much of his father in that path and that was never gonna be him.

Never.

His axe sang and Silas found himself singing along side of it. A war cry, called up from the depths of his being and it was carried by others around him. Onley danced next to him, his swift movement causing the fall of someone who wished to cleave him in half. As he fell he caught Silas' axe in his stomach.

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The next one up was about to be caught by his hand, before a whirlwind of movement next to him appeared. Aria Vale, all smiles and scowls and furious joy, she took his kill and grinned loudly because of it. Silas growled in annoyance, but before he could do anything about it she was gone again in the mess.

Then Onley caught him by the head, keeping him close, keeping him centered and focused as always.

Silas grabbed his brother's shoulder and squeezed, before nodding. The moment went as quickly as it came, because Xiangu was right, the Jedi were coming.

No time to waste then.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Behind him raged an inferno, a swath of carnage left in his wake as he thundered across the snowy plains and forests of Midvinter. Several outlying villages had been brought to ruin, their structures toppled and set alight like beacons.

They signaled death, they signaled doom.

Dozens, perhaps hundreds (he had long since forgone counting), had fallen beneath his ruinous blade; their souls writhing in agony behind the veil of steel. He and his riders were tracing the edge of the Lake of Mists, the distant skyline of Thráinbroek hidden by fog and the smog of the conflagration being imposed upon the city by his uncle's forces. He could sense the distinct auras of the Heavenshields, their conviction burning bright as the creeping darkness began to surround them from all sides.

But there was something else that caught his eye as he willed his bike to crest a steep embankment bordering the lake's southern edge. A plume of smoke billowed from the wreckage of a downed transport and beneath it was an ursine creature moving with diligence towards three other bikes. His vision magnified, the sight of the beast's lumbering form coming into focus. Strangely, he recognized the creature. His apprentice had reported a similar beast that had given her difficulties during one of her missions some time ago. An indignity was inflicted upon his apprentice that day, one that extended to him as he was her master.

An indignity that had yet been repaid.

He extended out his right hand, and his fingers wrapped around the hilt of a power lance as one of his knights relinquished theirs. He mounted the weapon on the front of his bike, the locking mechanism clicking into place, and revved the engine anxiously. "Forge ahead without me, I have a score to settle with this brute." The other riders departed without a word, spreading back out into the forests at the edge of the plain to wreak further destruction.

He flooded the accelerator and sped with all haste down the slope and across the flat expanse leading up to the walls of Thráinbroek, his path dead set on [member="Calder Icehammer"]. As he neared he activated the auto-pilot and leapt backwards off of his speeder, letting the vehicle continue forward in an attempt to ram Calder through from behind. The snow parted as he landed, the impact causing the ground to break beneath his sabatons.

He then unsheathed his Sith sword and waited.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Location: East of Tháinbroek, Midvinter
Objective: Get a new bearskin rug for my room.
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Vitor Avendahl"], [member="Lyra Naerys"]
Enemies: [member="Calder Icehammer"]

Some amusement came to Jorryn along with the surprise of seeing an upright bear holding a warhammer in it's hand. She had heard that the individuals who inhabit Midvinter were eccentric individuals but she had never expected for there to be a bear that acted like a man. Still, the beasts size and presumed strength were an intimidating factor but she had never had trouble with hunting before.

"Well at least now we understand how the ship crashed, someone decided to put a beast at the wheel." She teased as a small smirk crept across her face.

Jorryn listened to her two companions as each of her companions questioned what they should, eventually with the girl racing in front of them to go towards the main objective. Following orders was a noble goal of course, but it isn't every day that an enemy gets stuck out side of it's defences and is out in the open.

She didn't bother to object with the girl as she sped away towards the Eastern Gate, watching as she passed where the bear was. "I'm not sure about you, Vitor, but I'm not giving up a good fight." She said as she gently hopped off of the back of the speeder. "You're welcome to help me, I'll even let you keep that ridiculous hammer of his."

Jorryn swept her cloak backwards, revealing her lightsaber on her hip as she made her way the rest of the distance to the beast on foot. The cold nipped at her skin, but the excitement of an upcoming fight strengthened her Tapas numbing her to the cold.

As she made her way to the bear, another perculiar thing happened. Some Sith sped towards the large animal, at the last moment hopping off of his speeder and sending it towards the massive creature. Jorryn rolled her eyes, Another Sith trying to show off. She walked slowly towards the fellow Sith as he landed on the snow with force, cracking the ground beneath him.

"You aren't exactly the most gracefu..." Jorryn's words got caught in her throat as the figure raised, allowing her to see his full appearance. She immediately recognized one of the Lords of the order, a man of great renown even before the Order had been formed.

"My Lord I apologize, I did not expect to see you on the secondary battlefield." A shot of fear shot through her gut as she instinctively held her hand in front of her chest and bowed downwards towards the Sith Lord. Her face grew from an unimpressed smile to nervous straightness as she realized her error, before straightening her posture in front of him.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Inside City Walls.
[member="Claire Ouron"]

A'sharad's beliefs and goals were pure. He didn't need no Jedi, a young one at that, evidently younger than him speaking of the destructive power of the Sith. He was Sith. He knew. He destroyed. During his time in the First Order, those that he destroyed allowed others, far more equipped than him to rebuild, a fresh start. He was as destructive as a wrecking ball.

Wrecking balls served a purpose.

And so did Vyrassu.

"Fire is destructive. It burns, disfigures, kills," he says as he started forwards slowly. He didn't need to activate his lightsabre. Perhaps it was his cockiness, but the Sith Lord didn't feel threatened by the girl, even if her weapon was illuminated. "And yet, it keeps away the creatures of night," whether it was flies, or nocturnal entities, it made no difference. "It protects." A'sharad wouldn't call himself a protector, but his own analogy was serving its purpose.

Slowly, he came to a stop. The Silver Jedi, let alone Jedi together as a whole were hardly perfect. A'sharad didn't need to educate the girl. The near-complete destruction of the Red Sith, an entire species wiped out by the Republic and their Jedi Defenders. More recently however, was the Silver Jedi's bombardment on a civilian city. Truly the girl couldn't think her Order was without fault for that? Even if it was the act of one person and those under them, those actions represented the entire Order.

"Join the Sith."

Or die.

 

[Garza]

Objective: Protect my home away from home.
Location: Tháinbroek
Friends: Silver Jedi, [member="Coci Heavenshield"], [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], [member="Lynn Corerunner"], [member="Willa Isard"], [member="Syn"], [member="Thyrian Hearthfire"], [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Tyluko Dubykee"], [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"],
Enemies: Sith, [member="Darth Voracitos"], [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Lyra Naerys"], [member="Onley Xiangu"], [member="Tersen Merrick"], [member="Darth Imperia"], [member="Dredge"], [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Ignus"], [member="Darth Abyss"], [member="Darth Prazutis"], [member="Darth Pyrrhus"], [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Eldaah Aderyn"], [member="Aria Vale"],
Unknown: [member="Sochi Ru"], [member="Vixley CM-01"],
Going to Fight: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Korog Zordaal"],
Gear: Armor, Hammer, Lightsaber, Ring, Midvinter Shield,
Music Selection: Claim Your Weapons - Christian Reindl (FYI, you really need to listen to this song. Its one BAMF of a song)

I could feel the taunting from the being. I watched as people began to walk out from the forest. I could feel the darkness resonating from the voice. I could feel the chill down my spine. Yet in the face of death herself, I smiled. Taking a few steps forward. I was on the edge. The wall that stood between the two of us. I could feel her, and a dark follower in her name. I could feel her taint. Her power grew as she called me out. She contested me. Telling me in the words only a she could utter.

She would try.

As would I.

Stepping forward, my body fell to the ground. Only to land on my feet, and crouched from the impact. It was lessened by the force to prevent my bones from breaking. However, the jarring effect still persisted. Taking a second to gather my bearings, I smiled under the blue and grey dome of my helmet. Walking forth, The lightsaber burning into the snow. Defiant of my own. The brilliant blue lightsaber igniting by my side. It had been ages since I had wielded it. Yet, I could still feel the familiar hilt as it "morphed" to my arm. The weight of the weapon seemed weightless to my years of training in combat.

"There are no gods. There are no champions of such beings. There is only the force, and death."

Walking forward through the snow, the wide distance between us slowly would shorten. My steps became faster. Moving from a walk to a jog, and to a dead sprint at the woman. Through my heavy breath, and the crunching of the snow, the hum of my lightsaber roared my voice across the distance.

"I am the force!"

Letting such power flow through my veins, I used it. Propelling me literally off my feet and throwing myself at the woman like a bolt from a blaster. Closing the distance in an instant to strike out at her and her falsely lead student. This fight would take everything of me. Death takes all at some point. Should it be my time, I will not question it, but accept it. However, I had the force on my side. I had the one thing that could over come death. The one power that could turn the tide in my favor.

And I intended to see that death itself could bleed.

 

[Tubal Sahon]

Location: At Refugee camp
Objective: Fight Jedi Skoom
Allies: [member="Darth Imperia"] | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Onley Xiangu"] | [member="Silas of Ossus"]
Enemies: [member="Sorel Crieff"], The Force (supposedly)

The Umbaran had done little fighting in the past few months, let alone with another by his side. It was almost nice, though he was convinced that he could have slaughtered the village alone. In truth most of them would have probably escaped.

He had caught another villager trying to run in a fierce tackle. As he woke from a brief daze he laid his right hand on the left side of the villager's skull, and his left hand to the right side of its jaw. With a quick motion and a sickening snap the villager laid quiet and dead. Unlike his companions, Tubal found no elegance or beauty in death, but it did make him tingle inside. It made him feel powerful. He hadn't felt anything like that in months.

As he rose he heard the word: "Jedi"

In this context he knew exactly what it meant; it would be a bad idea not to return to his companions' sides, or at least closer. Or he could take this moment to flee, to save his own skin. That would require that all of his temporary companions be weak enough to lose.

NO

Cowardice was not the answer here. As lifted himself from the ground and turned back towards the group he could see several of the jedi standing before them. That tingling feeling that he felt through his body felt stronger than it had before. Was it excitement? Was it fear? As if it mattered!

"Exchanging pleasantries with the enemy? That will get you killed." The Tower approached his new companions and his new enemies. He put one hand over the fist of the other and pushed, his knuckles popping with a quite audible crack. "You'll have time to talk and drink with them once they're dead!" Tubal certainly had a way with words. Without thinking about his previous sentence he popped the knuckles on his other hand, raised his fists in front of his face and bent his knees slightly, shifting into a defensive stance. He was waiting for the enemy to engage.