Objective: Hunt the Enemy, Kill the Enemy
Location: Southern Mesas, Bridge One, No Man's Land
Allies: TSE |
Taeli Raaf
|
Obinmiux R'avfa
|
Aerarii Tithe
|
Madelyn Lowe
|
Darth Argentum
|
Sila
|
Amur |
Lirka Ka
|
Darth Ophidia
|
Lark
|
Darth Kados |
Jyon Hlervu
(Elsewhere)
Enemies: NIO |
Tarrik Kestis
(Directly) |
Ignatius
(On Approach) |
Kyrel Ren
|
Darth Bellum
|
Imperial Warlord Zovesa
|
Vaulkhar
|
Darth Kentarch
|
Jekadius Lawson
(Elsewhere)
Equipment: Single-bladed Sith Lightsaber + Single-bladed Shoto |
Armour |
Oculus |
Firestarter
Troops: x7
Kraujas Arana | Assortment of Valkyrie NPCs (No direct input, background fluff) - Battle Sisters, Shield Maidens, Banshees & Valkyries
"
Valkyrie Leader, this is Command. We've picked up several ships crashing on Bridge One designation 'No Man's Land'. Direct your troops there, kill any enemies that still remain, and rescue any of our men."
"
Understood." It made sense, even if Vaylin was eager to fight on the frontlines. Their force was not made for an outright direct assault, and would only be more fighters to help bolster the lines. Which while there was nothing wrong with that, it would've been a waste of their talents, they're home field advantage. So of course, they'd be sent into No Man's Land, where the storm was it's potential worst. That changed things, and Vaylin knew she'd have to alter her original plans.
The Zabrak tugged on her mount's reins to turn it around to face her forces. All were still hovering just within the outskirts of the lesser storm. Each and everyone waiting for their orders to descend upon the battlefield.
"
Sisters, it looks like we'll be riding into the eye of the storm itself. I want the Blood Angels with me, everyone else is to spread out. If you find any enemy, kill them. If you find an ally, save them. But do not dwell forever in the storm." It took a certain type of person to endure Mygeeto's frigid weather at its might, even then it wasn't something you could just charge against. Every Noviciate went through the survival training, right up until the final test as a Shield Maiden to determine what they would become. Valkyrie, Banshee or Einherjar. The Kraujas Arana, more colloquially known as Blood Angels were practically
designed by Darth Arcanix to brush off the cold.
"
For the Empire!"
Vaylin tugged on the reins and her flying beast soared backwards, piercing through the edges of the storm and diving. Her forces followed swiftly behind her, both riders and mounts shouting and roaring as they descended, appearing between the storms for a few moments until they disappeared into the edges of the Frost Cyclone itself. Technology was going to be no good here, especially as they got deeper and deeper into the storm. No matter how specialized the Valkyrie equipment was, it can only endure for so long against Mother Nature.
The Force would have to be their ally, their line of communication across No Man's Land.
Vaylin pushed forwards as her Valkyrie force split off to the outlying areas. The Kraujas however remained with their leader as she cut through the storm, soaring above in search for any crashed enemy ships. And it wasn't long before she felt a tug on the bond with her Kakdijs Zuta, feeling her sense of
hunger.
You can sense it can't you? Someone's raw emotion, someone is alive. Unrest, doubt, fear, hope? Follow it dear, find them.
The Zabrak loosened her grip in the reins ever slightly, allowing her mount to take the lead as she followed her senses. Vaylin wondered just where she was taking them, until she just about caught sight of smoke rising up from the ground, threading through the torrent of snow. She quickly sent a signal through the Force, ordering the Blood Angels to remain above, out of sight for the time being.
And then they fell, descending until the beast's wings sprawled out into a glide, swooping down as they approached the Crashed Gunship. They landed with an almighty thud, disturbing the snow that was already thick on the ground.
"
Hello? Is someone there? We've come to help!"
Vaylin used the Force to throw her voice, loud enough to hear through the storm but still maintain a level of
innocence in it. But it would be a pointless endeavour if the person could sense the sheer foul-intent in the Force. But Vaylin didn't particularly care, she just wanted to toy with the potential survivor if only for a moment.
That, and if one were to look out of the gunship wreckage, they'd see an approaching mass. Just a
large black mass hidden in the icy mist, slowly approaching. Only finally appearing when the elongated head and neck of the beast pierced through the fog. A moment of silence, a time for realization perhaps? Before the beast opened its jaw and roared, projecting it's aura of Force Fear out towards the crashed Gunship.