A Night To Remember

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

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The White Plains,​

Hoth​

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It was near dusk. The night was soon to be upon the snow-field known as The White Plains. Iriaan wore his usual attire, to compliment the terrain. He spent most of his time on tundra-orriented planets; Csilla, Arkania. Though, he had never been to Hoth before. This were to be interesting, but the snow or temperature did not suprise him. He was sent to hunt down a target.

He stalked through the inches worth of snow, heading in a direction seemingly following footsteps in the snow, seven sets to be in fact. He had been following them for sometime now. When he got towards the end they were fresh, he knew he was close. Before over the hill, he could see two sets of smoke arising from the sky. He withdrew his sword from it's holster. Lying down, overlooking the small encampment they had set up, his eyes began to light up as he noticed why he had been sent here. The target was an Ithorian male, and with a soft exhale, he would begin to crawl towards the camp.

As he got closer and closer, his heart began to pump. He would eventually rise to his feet, crouching towards one of the larger tents which he had seen the target enter. With a moments notice, he would drop several grenades containing smoke. They would be blind, though he had placed thermal goggles on prior, being able to slide in and slaughter each of the men. Their blood stained the snow, as it dripped from each and every corpse. A sigh left the mouth of Iriaan as he looked over their bodies.

He would crouch down before taking a wrapped up document of sorts, from the Ithorian's pocket. Then quickly taking off, removing the goggles and jogging in the direction of the nearest town. He wanted to get away but, little did he know his luck was about to run out.

[member="Calder Icehammer"]

 

[Viviana]

Calder did not think a planet could be colder than Midvinter, and when he was told of Hoth he just assumed the man who told him of the frigid world had never been to his homeland. Yet as he walked across the frozen wasteland of the White Plains he understood how wrong he was. His species was known for being able to deal with the cold, their thick fur and hide often keeping them from even a shiver. But here, he felt the cold.

In a way this was his vacation. A planet without any local population where the heat wouldn't get to him was a fine place. He would listen to the Force, or the Spirits as he preferred to see them, as he walked. They were often silent as there was nothing going on in this frozen world, but there were whispers of an event to be. Something was stirring over the ledge close by and curiously the lumbering giant walked to it.
Only to hear death whisper in his ear once again.

As he stood above the ledge he saw the snow turn red with blood, watched as the Ithorians were cut down by a man in white. His grip on the Icehammer tightened as anger washed over him. He did not know why so many were killed, only that they were. Whats more, the being who stood with a sword in his hand had spirits whispering darkly around him, not unlike the Sith he had seen before.

There would be no words from him as he jumped through the air for the only thing on his mind was bringing this dark being to justice. And as he swung his massive hammer down his intentions would be clear; justice paid with blood.

[member="Iriaan Sakor"]

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

His jog would slow, almost instantly. As his senses almost urging him to look behind him. Slowly, turning he would see the large creature leap from the edge. It's hammer, smashing into the ice, causing the corpses to bounce from the ground and the blood to splatter even more. His head would tilt to the side. Hand on his sword, he made his way towards the Beorni. "Hrghn." He murmered out of his mouth, before raising his voice. "State your name." He called out, impatiently. Slowly spinning his sword around passively in his hand. His movements were sparse, slowly moving from one point to another not making any distance though.

He slowly moved his sword upwards the blade pointing to the sky, as it were in front of his face.

"My name is Iriaan. I'm here on personal business, I don't want anymore trouble." He stated clearly.

The worst he would want was an outright fight with this large being. The best outcome was that they were both to turn around and go their seperate ways, but that was more than too good to be true. Iriaan prepared for the worst.

[member="Calder Icehammer"]

 

[Viviana]

"My name is Calder," The large being slowly stood up as the snow whirled around him unnaturally. "And you will surrender now. Drop that sword, and I won't have to crush you." The Beorni took a threatening step forward, his massive hammer kept low by his side as he stepped forward. The snow billowed around him, obscuring his form but his imposing size was a black shadow among the white.

"I will not allow a murderer to walk free."

[member="Iriaan Sakor"]

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

He gazed towards the creature, somewhat apprehensively. Almost sizing him up. Before he would smile, weirdly. "Do you have a family, Calder?" He replied with, almost ignoring his prior command. Continuing to swing his blade, around. He would move his left hand behind his back, while continuing to hold his sword with his right hand. His attire, flowing through the cold winds. While he stood, completely in one place, with only his hands moving. His eyes still focused on [member="Calder Icehammer"].

"If not, someone you care about?" He followed up with, containing a grin. "Friends? Close ones?" He said, with a chuckle afterwards.

 

[Viviana]

"It is for them that I will bring you to justice. Your kind cannot be allowed to roam free." There was no other words from the large being as he surged forward, the snow that masked his form rushing past him to obscure [member="Iriaan Sakor"] 's vision. Not only had the apprentice failed to lower his weapon, he brought up family. The seed of anger within the Beorni festered as his memory traveled back to the burning of Midvinter and the Sith Lords promise to slaughter all of his people.

With a battle cry that doubled as a roar he swung the Icehammer down with all the might he could muster. If Sakor would not come peacefully, the Beorni was more than willing to take him in through violence.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

He sighed, as the creature charged. With a soft shake of his head, he would stand motionless. Seemingly waiting for the right moment, he glanced to the side in an attempt to put the Beorni off. As the creature, came close enough, Iriaan would take a move out of his Mentor's book and spin around the creature as he swung for him. Attempting to kick the creature in the back as he completed the spin, though soon taking several steps backwards afterwards.

"You come across to me, as... a Jedi?" He chuckled, nodding his head. "Yet, you act in violence when you don't even know the full story."

He shook his head, as if dissapointed. Before tightening a grip on his sword's hilt, ready for a counter from the creature. "I'm a member of The Iron Empire, you think I'd kill those people for no reason?" He said, almost attempting to justify what he had just done.

[member="Calder Icehammer"]

 

[Viviana]

The kick would land, but the massive figure did not move from it. Instead his head swiveled to look upon [member="Iriaan Sakor"] once more. "I am no Jedi," Calder began as he stood straight, the snow dissipating to reveal the Beorni beneath the storm. The Icehammer continued to glow it's pale blue as he hefted it up into a combat stance himself. "Not yet." He did not answer the question asked of him, instead stepping forward and swinging the frozen weapon for the Technomancer. The swing wasn't close enough to hit Iriaan, but Calder was using the weapon as a focus, channeling the Force into the snow around Sakor and using that as a weapon.

A single spike of ice would erupt from the snow, aiming to impale the apprentice.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

The ice shot up, luckily Iriaan was able to move to the right slighty with the spike only going through his left foot, with that a scream of pain left his mouth. Before the spike could erupt anymore further, he would quickly drag his foot off it and pulled away. "Ergh- you think you're doing good, by killing me?" He called out, followed by a laugh. "I killed them, all of them." He cackled.

Removing a small circular object from his pocket, he would roll it across the floor followed by several taps onto the small device mounted on his wrist. The circular object would pop, a large cloud of red smoke emitting from it.

"I killed them, for what they've done." He said, glaring on at the Beorni. "They are kidnappers, slavers and more importantly murderers of innocent people." He said purposely, as if it was his cause. "Yet you try to kill me?" A long laugh followed, and in the distance a ship could be heard crashing through the atmosphere.

[member="Calder Icehammer"]