Faction Snowball Jedha [GA]

[Spirit of Tenacity]

900 years ago, the Crew of the Tenacity, a ragtag group of rebels, uncovered something. On a long forgotten planet, in a long forgotten temple, they awoke a monster. A witch cast out from the realm of Dathomir, sealed away by je'daii in the ages long ago, long before the Republic, long before the Empire, long before the Sith.

900 years ago, the Crew of the Tenacity, led by then Bokken Knight Jonyna Si, won a pyrrhic victory against the monster. Sealed her away on the planet of Javaal in a battle that ended with both parties trapped in the permafrost of the planet.

3 years ago, the ice began to melt. The curse the witch had put on all of them was lifted, and the bokken knight was freed. Jonyna went on to become a jedi master, and the Sentinel of Harmony.

But the witch was not dead. Simply gathering strength, waiting for the chance to strike once more. To return life to its natural state.

Frozen.

Jedha, normally and arid desert moon, known for it’s spiritual history as a Force Nexus, was normally cold, but not…

This cold.

The Galactic Alliance’s forces were awoken by SOS signals from the moon’s cities. As the GADF and NJO arrived, they were met with a terrifying sight.

The desert moon had been turned into a frozen tundra.

A Snowball Moon.

Objective One: Kill the Witch (Looking for a max of 4 people)

​

On the western side of the moon, the source of the great disturbance was found. A single soul, Kaga Wah-Shmah, sits waiting for whomever may come to slay her. Brave the frigid wastes, below zero temperatures and blinding snowstorm to finally put down the monster that has turned the planet into a tundra of horrors.

Objective Two: Stuck in the City

The Holy City, once destroyed by the test of the Death Star, had been rebuilt in the time of Chaos. Once more, it’s under threat by the powers of the Dark Side. Ice creatures that seem to be a form of Sithspawn now stalk the streets, as people are trapped, frozen in their homes. Hunt the Witchspawn, or go and help those trapped.

Objective Three: Fight the Storm

The endless snowstorm, while controlled by the witch, is just as much a spell as any other. Jedi Consulars and Sentinels gather to push back with the Light, channeling the Witch’s control. Return the planet back to it’s normal state, and find a way to push back.

Objective Four: BYOO

​

The moon has many wonders that can be found. Even with the damned storm, there’s plenty to do on a Holy Moon.

 

[Kaga Wah-Shmah]

Objective One​

900 years.

900 years might not seem like a long time when you're asleep the whole time, but Kaga had been awake.

Awake, and alert.

Waiting.

Those damned rebels had sealed her once. Made the mistake of letting her out in the first place.

And she could sense them.

The Je'daii were coming. Coming to put her away once more.

She wouldn't let them. Not this time. Not again. She intended to kill every single one of them...

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Corazona von Ascania Azurine Varek Thea Nyko Rayia Si

The Dawnbreaker and it's twin escorts sat in orbit, as Jonyna looked down on the planet with a tinge of guilt on her face.

It had been another lifetime ago that this had all started. A naïve bokken and her gaggle of rebels diving into a temple, trying to find kyber crystals. They had no idea that the witch they had unleashed had been capable of this.

She couldn't go down there. She was too busy running the relief efforts. The Service Corps were doing everything they could to assist in evactuations, but...

Her daughter, her padawan, had elected to go with the strike team to deal with the witch. She could at least see her off.

Jonyna hugged Rayia tightly, whispering into her ear, using her native language which she had done so well to teach. <Good luck, my little kitten.> She then turned to Corazona von Ascania , whom she knew could handle this, but still gave the fellow councilwoman a look of concern. "Look after them Cora, this witch is nothing to sneeze at."

She knew the strike team could handle it, but there was always that tinge of fear. That tinge of doubt. Jonyna was never a cautious type, but when it came to family...

She dreaded a sad ending to the story.

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Objective 2 - STUCK IN THE CITY
Outfit: Field Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike | Legion Long Range Precision Rifle Mark I

Aadihr's footsteps crunched as he stepped alongside the Padawan he was still learning how to teach. Most times, Aadihr felt as if Aris was doing the teaching - but today who was teaching who didn't matter. This was an emergency mission, and the city streets reflected just how dire the emergency was.

"Just up ahead" Aadihr warned, voice muffled by the scarf wrapped around his head for warmth.

The speckled haze of snow reflected in the Force Spectrum as well as the visual. The reconstructed City was covered in massive snowdrifts creating dunes that pile windward, ramping to rooftops or blowing off powdered snow from smaller drifts in the streets. Underneath it all was a thick layer of ice, covering buildings, abandoned speeders . . . unfortunate pedestrians caught outside in the wrong moment. The wind bit through Aadihr's scarfed, blowing it horizontally, parallel with the icicles opposite the snowdrifts on the building's edges.

Cold as it was, the snow was not what Aadihr was worried about.

It was the malformed shadowy auras hiding within. The aura of Aris Noble seemed to have detected them too, likely by sound or some other, non-force sense. They shadowy auras already knew they were here as well.
"I believe the ambush is now simply a formality."
Aadihr gave a small nod to Aris, and ignited his Pikesaber as the snow burst forth into white powder, icy witchspawn emerging suddenly, gnashing and horrible, charging at the white-haired pair from all angles.

Aadihr had focused a few training sessions on learning the Epicanthix military lingo from Aris, working to establish common ground for moments precisely like this:

Surrounded and fighting at close quarters, every pace that the witchspawn advanced mattered, and fighting in tandem in close quarters required extreme coordination.

"High Low!" Aadihr called, crouching to a lower position with the pike, allowing the Padawan taller than Aadihr to have the horizontal space necessary for full weapon mobility while Aadihr would focus on swinging the pike at full extension, navigating the butt-end of the staff around the padawan's legs while still engaging the encroaching monsters from all sides.

While the call was typically used for blasters firing through doorways or around cover, Aadihr had tried to adapt it for coordinates Lightsaber combat. Between the Miralukan spatial awareness and Aris's keen senses, this otherwise risky maneuver had a much greater chance of success, even if Aadihr had to rely on precognition or Aris's aura to occasionally determine what his next move was and navigate around him.

Aris Noble​

 

[Thea Nyko]

The metallic hum of the ship's engine resonated through the hull as Thea Nyko secured the last buckle on her winter gear. Around her, she heard the muffled chatter of the crew in the corridor outside. The frozen tundra of the planet before them wasn't intimidating to her. If anything, it felt comforting. It felt like home.

She grabbed her lightsaber from the table, clipping it securely to her belt, then slung a pack over her shoulder. Inside was a mix of survival gear and tools she had insisted on packing herself. She wasn't sure what kind of obstacles awaits them on the planet surface, so she wanted to be prepared.

With everything secured, she made her way towards where she would be meeting the other on this team.

Corazona von Ascania Azurine Varek Rayia Si

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora peered from the viewport at the looming mass of Jedha. A ball of ice and snow suspended in the inky void of space, it looked more akin to Midvinter, or, at one point, Csilla.

She frowned. Even from here, even without knowing the unsettling details of this mission, something felt achingly wrong.

Jonyna's look of concern softened Cora's firm countenance. Two Knights and two Padawans would descend upon the white tundras in search of the witch. One of those was Master Si's own daughter.

"I will," she said softly. "The Force will guide us."

To what, she did not know. Rayia and Azurine had proven themselves capable Padawans, and Knight Nyko was Dathomirian herself - her experience would come in handy as they confronted the ice witch.

As if on cue, said Jedi approached. Cora smiled politely and extended her hand in greeting.

"Thank you for joining us, Knight Nyko. Have you been to Jedha before?"

She threw another quick glance to the viewport, then back to Thea.

When the handshake ended, Cora reached into the folds of her cloak and produced a small jar. She unscrewed the top, then dipped two fingers inside and applied a thick cream to her cheeks.

“I’d rather the winds and cold not dry out my skin terribly.”

Jonyna Si Thea Nyko Rayia Si Azurine Varek

 

[Aris Noble]

Cold was new, surprising even, on Jedah. Aris was dressed as he always was in his normal tunic. Nothing to keep warm, he didn't need any layers given his ability to just heat up his skin. He glowed faintly red as he did, staying warm and content temperature wise at least. He could hear them. The monsters around, stalking in the shadows. Waiting to strike. Him and Aadihr were being hunted.

A fun mission for Master and Padawan.

Metal shifted, the markings on Aris's arm separating from skin to coalesce in his palm. A staff, elongated for reach as Aadihr crouched. And he moved. High and low was an interesting choice, but it was one he understood. So he swung high, using the length of his staff to send the witchspawn soaring away. Each crack was more than enough to kill on impact, and the Padawan wasn't holding back.

Not against these, not if it meant keeping people safe. Those who survived, anyway. The frozen bodies weren't.

"There's survivors close. Not frozen, but very cold."

Aadihr Lidos

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Jedha
Objective: 2
Tags: Open

What was her luck? Reina had came to Jedha to try and sell off some of her catches. After all, it was a desert planet. Seafood was probably some kind of delicacy here. She hadn't expected how cold it was going to be. Desert meant hot right?! It was times like this that she resented not reading up more on the planet. It didn't take some kind of starfighter scientist to figure out that the cold wasn't entirely natural. Especially as the snow and frost started to creep into the streets. Then the monsters came. Why did monsters always come wherever she was staying? First Keshi and now Jedha! Well...it wasn't always. But if she had a credit for every time the planet she was on got attacked by something, she'd have two credits!

Of course, she could just stay in the building she was right now. Huddle in the corner of warmth and make sure that she'd live to see another day...but the idea of leaving people to die didn't appeal to her. There were people who needed help and she wasn't exactly the type to snivel and hide from a fight at the end of the day. Layers were needed to stay warm though, and it was strange to be covered in so much different bits of clothing. Various jackets alongside hats. No gloves however, they'd just interfere with her grip on her harpoon. After Keshi, the lass made sure to keep one on her at all times.

Which brought us to where she was now. Out in the cold and the dark, her hands wrapped around the cold wooden handle of the harpoon. It was harder for her to focus on the guidance of the Spirit. With cold wind battering from all directions, the soft breeze of the sea would be hard for her to notice. This was fine. It wasn't her first rodeo. It was a waiting game. Wait and spear.

 

[Thea Nyko]

Thea Nyko returned the handshake with a firm grip, her teal eyes gleaming with faint amusement as she studied Corazona. "I've set foot on Jedha once before, when I was a Padawan with my master." she replied, her voice smooth and laced with intrigue. "It was a quick stop. Hardly time to appreciate the… ambiance."

Her gaze flicked to the viewport, where Jedha loomed like a frozen, unforgiving sentinel. The corners of her lips curled into a faint smirk as she turned her attention back to the cream Cora applied. "What about you? Have you been here before?"

Corazona von Ascania Azurine Varek Rayia Si Jonyna Si

 

[Miku Kasami]

OBJECTIVE TWO: DEFEAT WITCHSPAWN AND HELP OTHERS

TAG: OPEN

Miku had not planned to return to her home moon. When she left the Holy City, she had intended to spend many more years among the stars, before making a pilgrimage back home. When word had come through channels that Jedha was under threat, she could not bring herself to ignore it, it was after all where her mother laid buried, and she had received training in the Force. The Great City was the center of the Universe many taught in the various sects on the planet, the nexus there had drawn many Jedi. The streets she knew better than the decks of her own ship, having roamed them as a child, as an orphan, and then with Guardians of the Whills. It was there she had learned to reach out, to call to the apple and make it come to her. It was also there that her Father came and nearly forced her to bring the Ninn Vow, to never snuff out the sacred life in another.

As she starfighter came to one of the ports of the city, she immediately took note of the cold. It was as if she had landed on Rhen Var or Agamar. Something was at work, the planet's temperature was dropping, and worse the once peaceful city was now busy with the sounds of violence. Racing down the ramp, she came to a Great Gate, and saw some sort of creature, its head crowned in icicles, and it towering over a crowd as it threw a fist, The Disciple ran towards this scene, and drew her saber hilt. The weapon was not designed to do harm, it was kept in the training setting so that she may only bruise and leave minor wounds, thus keeping her vow. Leaping into the gauntlet, she drew up her weapon and a blade of deepest black, like a black hole, with green fire around it, like the ichor of the Nightsisters met the fist and she was thrown back into a cart and some spices. The crowd tried to evade as one holy man, a Monk held up a staff and said,
"The Force is with me, I am One with the Force."

Coughing, she found herself covered in some yellow and coral red spices, she shook it off and taking up her hilt once more she immolated the black and green blade as she began to charge back into the fray, the Ice Golem growled as it swung and the Monk held out its palm, the back knuckle halting the great snowy fist. Miku watching this stood, her blade humming as she watched this Guardian of Whills stop the force of this Snowspawn. For most of her life she shad seen the monks and disciples who came forth in their red robes, chanting prayers with candles aglow in their hands. Miku kept her smile, she remembered this ritual from childhood, that they believed The Force would answer their invocation.

The Ice Giant stood as a statue as the prayers buzzed around its head, and the Monk held it hand, The Ninnian Disciple stood with her blade and began to bow her head as she offered supplication, the air was filled with one voice of many, calling to the Force to answer and deliver them from this onslaught. When she opened her beautiful lavander eyes she saw that this Spawn was gone, in its place was tree of ice, and from lights, the candles, floating. Miku was beaming with a great smile, when the Monk turning around said,
"Miku.. I can feel you.. Daughter of Ithor."
She drew near to the Monk and let him place her hand on her face, and feel it. He was blind, and yet she felt he saw her better than most.
"I have come home.. to offer what help I can," said Miku.
The Monk smiled,
"I knew this day would come.. you have grown strong, I can feel The Force all around you. I can sense that your Vow is intact, for the stain of blood is not upon your aura."
She bowed on one knee before him,
"Bless me Father, I have seen much in the galaxy, and I now make pilgrimage home."
Placing his palm on her forehead he said,

"Emotion, yet peace.
Ignorance, yet knowledge.
Passion, yet serenity.
Chaos, yet harmony.
Death, yet the Force.[SUP]" [/SUP]

The words of the Great Master Urr were kept and recited, and as Miku heard them, she felt her heart have a calmness come over it, and wind rise around her body, and caress it. Opening her eyes she then did look into his which were white,
"You will find yourself tested once more my Daughter.. this galaxy is soaked in blood, war not peace will seek to lead those of the Ninn Vow astray. You will have to make difficult choices.. as you did before with the Murderer."
Miku knew he meant her paternal father, a man who she owed her humanity to, and who she told herself was who she owed all her faults to. Her Zeltron Mother was nothing but kind, and he had treated her meanly. She tried to forgive him, bitterness not her way, but he had goaded her to break The Vow, he wanted to torment her by breaking her, and that was something that she knew would take time to forgive.

There was the sound of a crash, not far off and smoke bellowing from that sqaure. The Monk drew up his walking staff, and Miku raising her glowing blade of black and peridot. The two made haste for the sqaure, to offer aid to any who were in need.

 

[Ran Serys]

Obj. II - Stuck in the City
Tags: Colette

The packing of snow under her bare feet was one of the few sounds Ran could hear clearly. The snow had turned Jedha into a void, all noise muffled or silenced. The streets of the Holy City were empty as its citizens locked their doors to escape the abominable ice creatures that the storm brought. The footsteps behind Ran spoke of Colette’s presence. “I can sense another in this snowstorm. Ancient and primal, like the storm itself. I feel it like a hunter, waiting and watching. Stay alert, Colette.” Ran said in a hushed tone as to not disturb the silence and give their position away for any creatures that might wish them pain.

As Ran continued down the Holy City’s streets with Colette in tow, ice creatures descended upon them from alleys on either side. The creatures were shaped like men but were sharp and jagged like arctic crystals. Their footsteps were silent, and their energy was camouflaged by the storm. How many were there? Too many for Ran’s liking. She searched their number for the stalking presence, but didn’t find it among the creature's number.

Ran ignited her lightsaber. With a snap-hiss, its royal blue blade pierced the storm around them. Ran flourished her saber as the creatures charged them from both sides. “Ready yourself, Colette. Let the force guide your actions. Survive this!” The knight ordered before she leapt into battle. The look in her eyes held a righteous fury, but the sound her lightsaber made was full of harmony.

 

[Jack Wright]

(Objective IV: Exploration. Tags: OPEN)

Having missed out on his chance to fight an ancient snow witch, Jack sought a more meaningful task, Right in the outskirts of the Holy City, bases of mountains left unchecked since the targic affair nine centuries ago, lost in dust and rubble.

Through the wall of such a base, an azure blade cut one circular hole through the mountain wall, craving enough through to squeeze a person or few, the entrance of stone descended to give way for the mountain interior, snow chilling through by the open exposure.

What followed shortly after, a blue lightsaber, illuminating the untouched cavern. Stepping through the custom entrance, Jack entered the wide maze that promised a collection of history, made by pirates or explorers or even the Guardians of the Whills. Honestly? He hoped for the latter, her had little use for bandit belongings.

Though junk might be useful for future errends. Lifting up his right weapon, the vibrant glow illuminated just the scarce entrance, barely scratching the surface. Already, the magick of the witch was already beginning to seep the mountain's wound, coating the vast expanse with unnautral ice, the Dark Side more palpable in crystalline terrain. The sight which enticed a wry grin.

Jack always loved snow, and he enjoyed a challenge.

 

[Colette]

Ran Serys

The cold wasn't a very welcome sensation. With each breath that Colette took she felt the frost's bite against her nostrils, and although Colette was under a sufficient amount of layers of clothing there was just no escaping the miserable sensation of snow on skin. The idea that anyone would like to live like this was insane to say the least.

Ran might have felt like a hunter, but Colette felt more hunted than anything. Blindly walking through snow, barely hearing her colleague, and that was not to mention the fact that she couldn't sense their enemy in all this weather.

It took her a second to draw her own weapon at the beckoning command of the Knight's lightsaber's hiss. A moment of hesitation took her breath before she too activated her saber and let its blue blade reach for the ground. Snowflake after snowflake smashed against the blade and made it light up like a sparkler at a birthday party.

If it was a fight they were getting, then it was a fight they were going to give. While Ran leapt into combat, Colette remained standing where she was and anchored herself in the moment, stabilized her balance to the best of her ability, and much like she had been instructed to, swung her blade once the force eventually warned her of incoming danger.

Her eyes began to track the creature as it weaved in and out of sight between the storm and the area that the padawan controlled.

"To your left!" Colette called out once the creature began to move on Ran. "Shoulder-height!"

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Field Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike | Legion Long Range Precision Rifle Mark I

"There's survivors close. Not frozen, but very cold."

Aadihr's pike swept through another Witchspawn's leg and through the torso of one previously downed as another ice-creature soared over him, bludgeoned by Aris's staff, speeding like a projectile into the side of a building - the after-trail of the witchspawn kicked up a cloud of snow and terminated in ferrocrete and ice crater, the witchspawn no longer identifiable from the debris.

With the snow and the horde of hostiles, he could see that there were indeed survivors locked indoors, but the streets were certainly colder than within, not to mention the Witchspawn.

"Lead us to them Aris, I'll cover us!" Aadihr dove over Aris's spinning staff as he lunges the blade of his pike into the torso of another, tucking into a deflecting blow with the staff and a fending swing with the blade to sever an attacking arm. Aadihr recalled the fire festival, the first time he had seen Aris the boy was wreathed in force flame, dancing with his mother.

"Use your flame! We can make fires for warmth, stave off the cold until it's safe to evacuate-"

Furniture, planks, anything that could work as fuel would serve. Between the witchspawn and the winter storm, attempting to extract the citizens was too dangerous - perhaps gathering them all into one building to consolidate warmth of the monstrosities cleared up before the storm did.

Another set of horizontal arcs cleaved through the creatures opposite of Aris's own strikes. The whirlwind of knight and Padawan slowly fought towards a nearby frozen-over building.

Aris Noble​

 

[Rayia Si]

Jonyna Si Corazona von Ascania Azurine Varek Thea Nyko

Objective One: Slay the Witch

---

Rayia glanced at the frozen moon from their transport’s viewport with mixed feelings. No trace of the dusty, orange desert remained visible on the surface. All was blanketed in an oppressive dusting of white that made Rayia shiver from here. The wisps of dusty clouds that Rayia expected to be ferried along by the desert wind hung low. Drifting slowly, they appeared bedraggled and limp, as if they were chained down by the weight of the witch’s Magiks.

‘Fate works in mysterious ways,’ Rayia thought to herself. She had heard stories of this witch from Jonyna. Had felt the despair imbued in the words at times as her mother recounted her own and her crew’s imprisonment in the ice. Yet, if it hadn’t been for this witch, Rayia would… never have met Jonyna. Never have escaped the clutches of home. Never have been brought into as loving a family as the one she had been adopted into. Should she, then, thank this witch for what she had done? Or, should she feel indignation, on Jonyna’s behalf, for what her mother had been subjected to?

Rayia turned as her tail bristled with vibrations of motion approaching her. Thanks to her Felacatian gifts, she sensed Jonyna leaning down soon finding herself enveloped by the Cathar’s embrace. Clawed fingers burrowed tightly into Jonyna’s orange fur as the shorter Felacatian squeezed with all her strength. “<Good hunting to us both and Illuna watch you,>” Rayia replied, adopting one of her tribe’s goodbyes to Catharese.

Separating reluctantly, Rayia turned as Jonyna addressed Cora and assumed a position by Cora’s side. One that Jonyna would find familiar given that Rayia had served as her mirror for so long. Though she hadn’t been asked, Rayia felt it prudent to speak as Cora inquired as to an unfamiliar Jedi’s previous experience with the moon in question. “I have not visited this world. I would appreciate both your guidance and insights,” Rayia said, dipping her head slightly to the two senior Jedi.

Rayia drew her fur-lined cloak tighter about herself as the shuttle descended, feeling the skin along her back, legs, and arms prickle as fur sprouted from it. A mild infusion of the beast within, and one that would surely help acclimate her to the frigid environment. ‘If necessary, I could draw Light Fang, I suppose.’

 

[Aris Noble]

Create a fire for them?

Aris blinked as he glanced to Aadihr before he smiled just a bit. Nodded. Helping people was all Aris wanted to do, but violence tended to be the only thing he could think of. This was something different, and something he could absolutely do. If he got close. He lead them towards where he could hear heartbeats, still using the staff to batter away the threats before he kicked one of the walls. The doors were buried, this would have to do.

The crash came, leading to a panicked group. He said nothing, instead getting right to work to gather up the kindling he needed before taking hold of one chair leg. His body that was already glowing heated up further before his hand seemed to become flame itself. The wood wasn't far behind. He set it in the pile, glancing out towards his master.

"We should bring the others here! Get all the survivors together so we can defend them easier."

Aadihr Lidos

 

[Azurine Varek]

The Eye of the Storm

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

Azurine glanced out the viewport, her sharp, amber eyes studying the frozen wasteland below. The once-pure desert moon of Jedha had transformed into a frigid nightmare. That cursed witch. A scowl curled at her lips at the thought. She had seen evil in her time, but this felt different. Personal.

Behind her, the soft murmur of the conversation between Jonyna and Cora broke her from her thoughts. She turned just in time to see Jonyna share a final moment with her daughter, Rayia, before she was to go on this ill-fated mission. Her heart twisted at the sight of the hug, the whispered words in their native tongue. Jonyna Si 's worry was palpable.

When their hug broke, she moved to grip the Cathar master's arm in a gesture of camaraderie. "We'll take care of this, I promise you." The fire that went through her amethyst eyes showed her determination.

Azzie’s attention flicked to Cora, who was adjusting the jar in her hand, applying the thick cream to her skin. She raised an eyebrow, a wry smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She was used to dry climates. In fact, when there were layers of humidity, her skin typically had problems. "Dry air I can handle. Cold, however... I really hate the cold."

The group began to move, preparing for the drop. As she headed to the shuttle bay, a single thought lingered in her mind: The witch isn’t going to win this. Unless there were any objections, she headed to take the pilot's seat. They were flying right into the eye of the storm. "Make sure you're strapped in. This one is going to be a bumpy ride."

---​

The shuttle shuddered as it broke through Jedha’s upper atmosphere, its shields rippling under the strain of the ice storm battering the hull. Azzie gripped the controls tightly, her knuckles pale as she wrestled the shuttle into submission. A bead of sweat ran down her temple, despite the cockpit's biting chill.

“Hold it together, sweetheart,” she muttered under her breath, leaning forward as turbulence jolted her hard against the harness. The storm roared outside, a swirling tempest of ice and wind that seemed determined to swallow them whole. Visibility was next to nothing, the cockpit viewport awash with streaking snow and frost creeping along the edges.

Her mind raced as she fought the elements. It wasn’t just the storm. She could feel the unnatural cold seeping into the Force, like frost spreading across her senses. It gnawed at her edges, whispering doubts and fears she didn’t have time to entertain. The witch was out there, and she wasn’t about to let some twisted manifestation of her power keep them from their mission.

"I'm putting us down outside the last known position, a bit to the south. I won't be able to get us to the exact point in this.” Azzie called out to the rest of the strike team. She adjusted the repulsorlifts, coaxing the ship lower as they broke through the densest part of the storm.

“Come on, come on…” she murmured, her amber eyes darting between the altimeter and the viewport. A sudden updraft pitched the shuttle upward, and she reacted on instinct, her hands moving in a flurry to stabilize their descent. Her heart pounded as the surface came into focus—a flat expanse of ice just wide enough for a landing, which was absolutely not a smooth one. She heard the cracks of metal encased in ice, the landing gear completely collapsing, and knew for certain that when this was over, someone was going to have to pick them up.

As the hatch hissed open, a gust of icy wind blasted into the cabin. Azzie shivered, pulling her cloak tighter around her shoulders as she stepped into the snow. She had to remember what she had learned on Illum, using the Force to raise her body temperature to the best of her ability. Even then, it was still frigid. "Let's go get this choobie chugger."

Corazona von Ascania | Thea Nyko | Rayia Si​

 

[Djikra Elnev]

Objective 3: Fighting the Storm
Sub objective: Bring food
Tags: Open
Equipment: Lightbow, lightsaber, magickally imbued sickles, hunting knife, and six vials of water of life.

---

Mother Elnev's Delta-7B in its hyperdrive ring dropped out above Jedha, the planet definitely showing much more white than it had the last few times. She sat in orbit for a moment feeling the magick feel of the planet and how it changed... It felt oddly familiar. That sense is what dawned on her for why the GA and Jedi would ask for assistance.

Djikra sat for a moment longer before speaking "R3-J9, patch me through to the [urlhttps://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/dathomiri-foods.184854/]Dathomiri foods[/url] Freighter." The droids whistles, beeps, boops, and chirps responded.

"Captain, this is Mother Elnev. I need you to land at the space port and work with whoever will be distributing it." She smiled. More bridges needed to be made for Dathomir's sake, and for its future.

The night brother captains reply was very quick "Heard loud and clear. I will have the task done."


Djikra undocked her Delta-7B and headed to the surface. Touching down in the frozen port Mother Elnev opens the canopy to the unexpected brutal cold, seeing breath instantly.... along with it the shivering. Taking a deep breath Ah, it smells like Dathomir magick, that's the familiarity. A couple green ichor fueled spells and she was no longer shivering. This is going to be tough. She mused to herself while reaching back into the ship for three more waters of life vials in a belt pouch.

Finally spending a moment on a spell, a sphere of green magick appears and starts to slowly move searching out the closest Magick spell site. Out of the landing pad area she walks following it into the city. Hopefully it isn't too far.

 

[Thea Nyko]

Thea stepped down from the shuttle's ramp, the icy wind howling against her as she set foot onto the snow-covered expanse. She paused for a moment, closing her eyes and letting the chill bite at her skin. The wind tugged at her dark cloak, but she barely noticed, a faint smile tugging at her lips instead.

"Feels like home." she muttered, her breath visible in the air. Her eyes looked to Azurine with slight confusion. "Choobie chugger? Never heard that phrase before. What's it mean?"

Corazona von Ascania Rayia Si Azurine Varek

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

OBJ I

Thea Nyko Rayia Si Azurine Varek

"I have," Cora said as she patted the cream into her pale skin with her palm. It was thick of occlusive, made to both lock in moisture and protect her more delicate skin barrier. She wasn't certain how it would fare against the harsh elements.

"I was here during a Sith raid about a year ago. It was less of a frozen waste. The desert can get cold at night, but…"

She glanced between Rayia and Azurine and offered them the cream.

—​

The landing was rough, and to be fair, Azurine had warned them.

"Well done," she muttered, swallowing down the bile that had begun to rise in her throat. Cora clasped her cloak tightly at the neck, grimacing through the chilly blast as she stepped out onto the ice. Her clothing was made from fabrics that regulated themselves in extreme temperatures, but they only helped so much against the bitter cold and whipping winds.

She raised her voice to be heard over the gusty weather.

"That had better not have been profanity, Azurine."

Cora lifted the hood of her cloak over her head and tucked her hair back. The violent wind and snow still obscured her vision somewhat, but the Force pulsed heavily now that they were on the surface.

She knelt down, gloved fingers pressing to the sheet of ice beneath her feet. The epicenter of all this was up ahead.

"This way," she motioned for the others as they continued on through the storm. "Let us stay close lest we become separated."