Location: Theed, Wall breech
Allies: [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Sarge Potteiger"], OP forces.
Enemies: [member="Atretes Rhoujen"], ASA.
It appeared that Captain Kaida Taldir had wound up being roped into another Protectorate battle. One that would hopefully end on a less sour note than Coruscant. Having one of your premier battleships crash into the planet you wanted to conquer - pardon, liberate - was not very motivating. Regardless, it was a Protectorate planet, the CIS - or ASA, as they seemed to call themselves now - were invading and since every minor force-using group was represented it stood to reason that the Eldorai would be there as well.
Well, as a matter of fact the vast majority of Eldorai could not care less about what happened beyond Kaeshana and would probably shrug it off with some dismissive comment about how it was just the uncivilised human monkeighs fighting each other, which pleased the 'Goddess'. Moments like this reminded Kaida of why she found most of her people tremendously annoying and felt like punching a great many of them. Narrow-minded, pompous twits could use a lesson.
Anyhow, she stood there at the far edge of the defensive cordon, clad in battle armour, with her
sarix and lightsabre at her side. The
Seraph cortosis shield, courtesy of Firemane Industries pursuing joint investment with the Guild of Hammers to mine cortosis on Bespin, was slung over her shoulder, likewise she carried the MK1 bolter, the Pyre's reliable workhorse that had served so well on far-flung battlefields across the stars, from slaughtering zombie hordes on Denon to fighting Sith legions on Roche and the Bando Gora Reavers in the final battle of Gehenna, where the savage menace had been put to an end. Kaida might not have the same illustrious service record as those who had come before, having joined the Pyre rather late after certain events on Kaeshana. For a long time she had been put of service, having returned to her homeworld and rejoined the Eldorai Queen's royal guard following Tegaea Alcori's resignation as Lady Protector.
Still, here she was now, with a handpicked squad of Angelii, elementalist Eldorai force-using praetorian guards, and a host of common Eldorai soldiers, by orders of the Star Queen. Jorus Merrill she knew - well, everyone had heard about him - Sarge Potteiger had been with OP before her time and thus she probably would not recognise him. Clearly chaos was already raging upon the battlefield, though the elves had positioned themselves far off from the cordon and thus were shielded in by cover by the lines of soldiers. Here and there she recognised familiar faces. Soldiers who had been there at Sluis Van, Gehenna and campaigns against pirates. All in all it seemed like a big reunion party. Obviously the best way to celebrate was to unleash devastation upon the invaders.
There had been thunder, like the roar of the wrathful demons of Eldorai myths, and lightning. Until the priests of mother jungle decided that enough was enough and said: Be thee gone. And so the lightning was gone. Perhaps a sobering reminder of the fact that the Galaxy's most peaceful force-using tradition could have a big bark if it felt like it. Rain continued to fall in a big downpour, droplets of rain lancing down her armour and those of her sisters in battle as they focused. Battle had been joined and orange beams spewed through the rain, interspersed with hails of disruptor fire - nasty and thus effective, a combination she thoroughly approved of. The air was filled with the roar of bolters as ODF soldiers opened up an onslaught with perhaps the deadliest anti-force-user gun in history, excluding the sonic projector.
The Eldorai witches did not directly join the battle...not yet. Some had used the last moments, the calm before the storm, to say prayers to the Great Goddesses, to Ashira, the Creator of their people, and Valora, the battle goddess of war and courage, beseeching them for protection and to rain down their wrath upon their enemies. An Eldorai Chaplain, resplendent in her fierceness, had been doing her part to whip the true believers up in a frenzy of righteous fury. Kaida had let that pass without really joining, for she was not the believer type, though prayer hour had been cut very short by her.
For one they had some work to do. The Goddess helps those who help themselves...well, that was what she told them. The lightning storm had vanished by the collective will of the Ithorian priests, but dark clouds could still be seen upon the horizon and there was an enormous amount of rain dripping down. It was also a good deal colder than it had been before. All this was good and gave her things to work with. Concentration was etched over Kaida's features, though they were obscured by a helmet, making her look like a faceless automaton, as she directed the cryomancers towards one singular purpose.
Harnessing the Force, or Sciia, as her people called it, to manifest and unleash an ice storm upon the ASA forces. The strain she was feeling was evident, but she remained calm and tranquil amidst the hell that seemed to have gotten loose all around her as battle broke out. With her powers joined to those of her comrades, she exerted herself to manipulate the weather conditions already created by the ASA and twist them towards the desired end. Hopefully the Ithorian priests, the Tiya adepts and the plant doctors would not take offence and instead see this as a pragmatic form of balance, but then it was not the goal of the Eldorai to drop a storm on the entire city of Theed, which was quite beautiful after all.
For one, a raging wind would be harnessed as they exerted their Sciia, their combined powers driving it towards the enemy lines. It would be a powerful, howling tempest. Easy to work with since the Obsidian Knights had already created a storm. The temperature would start to drop...a lot. The massive downpour of rain increased and increased with every moment, as the temperature decreased rapidly the drops of rain would begin to harden and crystallise, turning to freezing rain and then to ice. Cold steam escaped Kaida's gauntleted hand and mouth, for a moment obscuring her visor and interrupting with her vision before she shook it off. Her lips had acquired a bluish tint and frost pearls were spreading across her skin, making it look a bit like she was suffering from frostbite. The Angelii cryomancers were showing similar signs of strain, but kept up manipulating the temperature and the powerful wind.
The tempest swept towards the ASA lines, driving the onslaught of ice with it. It was not a city-wide storm, rather the enemy troops were its focal point. Ice would begin to fall upon the ASA forces. Plenty of it! At first it would only be small icicles, which by themselves would be little danger to appropriately armoured soldiers, but they would increase in number and harden. The freezing rain from the ice storm would cover the ground with heavy, smooth, glaze ice, making fast movement difficult. Small drops would, as the Eldorai harnessed their powers, harden into larger chunks, to be dropped above the enemy lines with great force and speed as the tempest swept across so that enemy soldiers might be buried beneath the onslaught. Well, it would probably be a good deal more difficult than that, but the layers of ice would create hazardous driving conditions for what vehicles the enemy might have, if they were not buried outright. Then there was the biting, bitter cold that came with the storm. Being encased in ice was an unpleasant experience.
