Seasonal Life Day Celebration on Midvinter (For THP and Open to those who know Heavenshields)

[Connel Vanagor]

OOC - While this is for THP primarily, it is open for anyone and everyone who IC knows Thurion Heavenshield and any of the Royal Family. It’s a Life-Day Celebration and meant absolutely NO pressure. It’s not a closed thread in any way, but let’s not make this one of any drama. Just have fun with it. Like a big “family gathering”. No real “Objectives”, just a lot of chit chat

Amid the eternal snows of Midvinter, where the biting winds whisper ancient tales through frost-laden pines and the auroras dance like spirits of old, Connel Vanagor had set his mind to something wholly unwarlike: a celebration inspired by the Wookiee tradition of Life Day. A day to honor family, joy, and harmony—not in the treetops of Kashyyyk, but here on this rugged world of Valkyri valor and endless winter.

For weeks, Connel had been a whirlwind of quiet determination. Messages flew across the galaxy and throughout the realm, inviting friends, allies, and kin to gather in a vast clearing near the foothills of Heavenheim on his mother Chrysa’s homestead. Shipments arrived under heavy guard: crates of spiced meats from distant worlds, barrels of hearty ale brewed in Tháinbroek's halls, exotic fruits preserved against the cold, and massive grills forged strong enough to withstand Midvinter's chill. Snow was shoveled into great banks to form natural walls against the wind, fire pits dug deep and lined with stone, and long tables draped in furs awaited the feast.

This was meant to be simple—no grand ceremonies, no battles looming on the horizon. Just laughter echoing over the crackle of flames, stories shared beneath the stars, and the warmth of companionship defying the planet's icy grip. A relaxing respite for all who came, a chance to set aside burdens and revel in the bonds that endured.

Yet, in the back of Connel's mind lingered a quiet hope: that among the arrivals would be his blood-oath uncle, the Golden Lion himself—Thurion Heavenshield, High King of Midvinter. If the King graced them with his presence, it would make the day legendary, if not, that was more than understandable. This was about everyone.

Either way, as the first guests began to emerge from the treeline, bundled in cloaks and bearing gifts of their own, Connel stood tall by the central fire, a contented smile breaking through the frost on his beard.

Today would be a good day.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

TITLE
LOCATION
LOCATION

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  
  • Gear/Armor
    • Mask
    • Right Gauntlet
    • Left Gauntlet
  • Nano-Tech Armor (For Emergencies)
  • Headset Microphone Comm-Link
  • Mobile "Bodycam" Datapad
  • Lightblaster
  • Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  • Throwing Lightknives
  • Force Blinding Flashbangs
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  
  • Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  • Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  • Muscle enhancements.
  • Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  • Hawkeye implants for eyes
  • Advanced Medical Implant
  • Scentzy
  • Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

This was going to be a wonderful day. For many reasons. For one. “Tomorrow” is Life Day, a time for families to be together. The galaxy was so fractured right now, that this sort of thing was needed, now more than ever. Connel was outside, receiving a huge delivery of food. The delivery included fresh produce, succulent meats, and exotic spices from across the galaxy. Connel couldn’t help but smile, knowing that the feast would bring joy to everyone gathered. It was a small way to remind them all of the warmth and love that Life Day symbolized.

He had already sent out the messages, on encrypted bands of course to all that he could get to. He did not know if Uncle Thurion would answer, or give a straight answer to how he is, but if Bors Greythorne was, he would.

This was going to be a “pot luck”, not because Connel did not want to cook, or Chrysa, they loved to (and Connel would be doing so for most of the day), but this was just, hopefully, another way to bring people together by tasting the delicacies of other cultures.

Was this going to be successful? Well that depends on your definition of “success”, but even if the only family here was “Vanagor”, it would be a good time. This sort of gathering was about “family”, and family was not just blood.

TAGS • ARE • OPEN
Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​

 

[Krass Wyms]

Connel Vanagor

The Celestial Forge

The brightest stars have hearts of Kyber.

It was a truth known to few, but lived by only a bare handful. Krass Wyms stood at the center of her universe or so it felt. The Celestial Forge was an architectural impossibility suspended in the heart of the Well, a collection of pulsars and suns existing outside the known galaxy. The workshop was encased in a shielding technology that rendered the walls invisible, offering a terrifying, panoramic view of the thousands of burning stars that surrounded her. It was as if she stood in the vacuum of space, bathed in the raw, blinding kaleidoscope of the cosmos. Her forge itself gleamed with almost liquid crystal. For the Hidden Path she made made a citadel. Valery Noble able to use it and it had been some of herr finest works.

In the center of this stellar cathedral sat the kyber anvil. It was not mere metal, but a massive, singular Kyber crystal, cut and polished to a mirror sheen, pulsing with the lightside that matched the heartbeat of the galaxy. Here, Krass harnessed the rebounding lightside energies of the stars, channeling them into the hammer in her hand. CRACK. The sound was like thunder cracking through the void around. The silence as it returned deafening to many others. Hammer met crystal. Sparks of pure force energy cascaded like water over her beskar harness. She was shaping the force as much as matter. When the chime of the long-range comms pierced the silent roar of the stars, she didn't flinch.

She simply let the hammer rest against the glowing anvil, her purple eyes glowing with the forge's radiation shifting to the message. Midvinter. Connel. A gathering. She wiped a bead of condensed starlight from her brow. She did not need to pack. She was the Forgemaster; she carried what she needed with her. The droids and other forge workers looking at her as she descended. Her forge workers were a collection from aacross the galaxy, species of various breeds yes but they also brought to her knowledge of different techniques before she was going towards the brridge of the forge. It was still a station and her words came out as she looked up at the captain. "I will return."

Midvinter was always beautiful. The displacement and pop of the krampus sending her formed. This far off she stood in the center of concentric rings. She opened her eyes for a moment revealing a world painted in whites and greys. The winds of Midvinter howled, a biting gale that sought to freeze the marrow of any who dared tread upon the snow. Kiriko her friend had been from here and the Heavenshields had done a great deal in the galaxy. Krass Wym stepped out. of the rings in the snow as the wind swept them away but she breathed inwards the crisp and biting air. The coolness here a wonderful contrast to the forge itself.

To the onlookers bundled in thick furs and heavy cloaks, the sight was baffling. Krass wore no parka, no wool, no insulation. She stepped onto the snow-packed earth clad in her working gear: the minimalist harness of beskar and woven silk that left her powerful, tree-trunk life saving thighs exposed, and the heavy leather apron that served as her second skin. Her Khazund-Daran physiology, muscles dense as a neutron star and bred to withstand the apocalyptic temperatures of supernova, found the freezing wind of Midvinter to be merely... refreshing. Her grrin though as she lifted a cask barrel and walked. Her size with the snow a contrast as she almost had to crawl out of the holes she was in to her chest.

Steam practically poured off her shoulders as the freezing air met the radiant heat that seemed to permanently emanate from her core. She walked with the heavy, inevitable gait of a creature twice her size, the snow crunching loudly under boots meant to stomp out embers, not frost. Carrying a heavy beskar-banded cask on one shoulder with casual ease, she navigated the clearing. The cold snowflakes that landed on her bare arms didn't stay; they hissed and evaporated upon contact with her skin. She stopped at the edge of the central fire, a four-foot monolith of muscle and starlight amidst the shivering masses. She looked up at Connel Vanagor , her eyes swirling with the purple hues of the nebulas she had just left.

"Vanagor," she greeted, her voice a low, gravelly rumble that cut through the wind. She set the cask down hard. "You have a talent for requesting many things. Like your father." She gestured vaguely at the frozen landscape with a bare arm, completely unbothered by the sub-zero chill. The muscle of it highly defined, veins like cords of phrik under the skin and visible veins that pulsed blue under the skin. "The stars were loud today." A faint, sharp grin broke her stoic expression. "I brought Khazund ale. It's thick enough to chew and will put hair on the chest of many. Happy Life Day." She said it while having a grin on her face. She had developed his nano tech armor and other innovations for them in some places.

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Midvinter
Equipment: Formal Outfit, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Third Lightsaber, Marriage Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Jairdain Ismet-Thio

"You see Jair?" Jax chuckled looping his arm around his wife. "I will always have time for you in between joining guerilla forces to kill off baddies in the Core."

Jair was always worried whenever Jax went away, she lost one husband to war and Jax died during the Hyperspace War before being revied by her. To this day, neither of them understood how it happened but Jair was certain the next time Jax was near death that she would be unable to revive him again. It was something Jax accepted, in the end all people become one with the Force. He was at peace with that, but Jair felt otherwise. "Nice place they got here," Jax said. "Not as good as ours that's for sure."

He wasn't one for attending parties, that was up Jair's alley. "I still feel awkward," Jax said. "Like a Womp Rat out its hole. But with Life Day coming up, I definitely want to make this the best for us."

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring tingle tingling too (ring-a-ling-a ding-dong-ding!)​

Location: Midvinter
Objective: Socialize
Wearing: X
Tags: Connel Vanagor + Open


The Northstar shuddered softly as it slipped out of hyperspace, stars smearing into pinpoints while Midvinter's pale, ice-bright curve filled the forward viewport. Katarine Ryiah rested her hands on the console longer than necessary, steadying herself as the ship began its descent. The planet looked calm from orbit, too calm, all frost and muted blues, but Kat knew better. Midvinter had a way of getting under your skin, the cold seeping in whether you invited it or not.

She exhaled slowly, trying to quiet the nervous hum beneath her ribs.

Today was supposed to be happy.

A potluck. Of all things.

The thought almost made her smile. Connel had been buzzing with excitement for days, planning and replanning the gathering with the kind of joy that came from shared tables and full kitchens. Kat loved that about him, how easily he found warmth, how naturally he built family out of whoever happened to be nearby. Seeing him this happy made the knot in her chest worth it.

Mostly.

Her gaze flicked toward the small galley behind her, where two carefully sealed containers were strapped in place like precious cargo. A savory dish and a dessert. The fact that she'd made both herself still felt faintly unbelievable. Kat Ryiah, Jedi, investigator, professional overthinker… cook? Not exactly. But Connel had been patient, teaching her small things, how to trust her senses, when to stop adjusting, when to let something simply be. She'd followed his advice as best she could.

She hoped that was enough.

Because Chrysa would be there.

Kat's jaw tightened slightly as the name surfaced. She'd only met Connel's mother once, and that meeting had been… strained. Poor timing, too many unspoken things, and emotions sharp enough to cut. Chrysa hadn't raised her voice, hadn't even been unkind, but the situation had been a horrible one for first greetings. She worried Chrysa would think that Katarine only invited drama into Connel's life. Kat had so many worrires, but the main one was disapproval, if Kat was being honest with herself. What if that was all Chrysa saw when she looked at her? A complication. A risk. Someone who didn't quite fit into the life she'd imagined for her son.

The Northstar's landing struts deployed with a low mechanical whine, snow swirling up around the hull as the ship settled onto Midvinter's surface. Kat closed her eyes for a heartbeat, centering herself the way she'd been taught long ago, not as a Jedi on a mission, but as a woman about to walk into a room full of people who mattered.

It's just a potluck, she reminded herself. Food. Laughter. Community.

And if the dishes were terrible?

Well. At least she could say she tried.

The ramp began to lower, cold air creeping in as Midvinter welcomed her back. Kat squared her shoulders, reached for the containers, and allowed herself a small, hopeful smile.

For Connel.

For the chance, however uncertain, that tonight might be better than last time.

She stepped off the northstar and adjusted her jacket against the cold, and carried the dishes up to the gathering.

 

[Alison Sky]

Wearing: X
Tags: Open to Anybody!


Free food and a freezing climate to cool off her overly bloodburned skin? Alison was so into that. It was getting more difficult these days to hide her condition from her squadron, but on a planet as cold as Midvinter, it should be easy. She was already at the site, having flown with some of the Strikers earlier. She had baked over five dozen Life Day cookies for the event and was setting the platters down on the fur-draped tables.

The air around her was brisk and welcomed, even though she only wore a light turtleneck sweater. The snow crunched under her boots as she walked, placing gifts where they were supposed to be and putting her food down. She would have to get a snowball fight going with the Strikers as soon as she found where they wandered off.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

TITLE
LOCATION
LOCATION

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  
  • Gear/Armor
    • Mask
    • Right Gauntlet
    • Left Gauntlet
  • Nano-Tech Armor (For Emergencies)
  • Headset Microphone Comm-Link
  • Mobile "Bodycam" Datapad
  • Lightblaster
  • Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  • Throwing Lightknives
  • Force Blinding Flashbangs
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  
  • Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  • Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  • Muscle enhancements.
  • Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  • Hawkeye implants for eyes
  • Advanced Medical Implant
  • Scentzy
  • Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

The grill was going, Chrysa was off to the stores to get some last minute things, Buster and Cooper had unbearably hilarious cases of “The zoomies”, everything was good. A small part of Connel was expecting that other shoe to drop. Maybe it was the “Vanagor, Guardian” in him, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something unexpected was about to happen. The air felt charged, like a calm before the storm, and he found himself glancing around, wondering if his instincts were right.

Hope not.

”Vanagor”

Connel did not quite recognize the voice at first, it took him a minute, but soon he recognized it was Master Ike’s Forgemaster Wyms. They had never met in person, so when he smiled and turned around to see no one, it was weird that he had to look down. Ohai! Happy Life Day.

When she made her jovial comment about his “talent for requisitioning items like his father”, he smirked and tapped the activator on his nano-tech armor, letting it engulf him and then again to deactivate it. He wasn’t half naked like she was, but the cold never bothered Connel either, much like his father. They had their constitutions, which was why, though his metabolism was ridiculous and it took a lot for him to “get drunk”, he never did. Someone else could enjoy it though. Thank you so much. Enjoy the day, relax, and have fun.

She was known for her “no-nonsense” approach to… well… everything, so this will be a good experience for everyone.

It didn’t take long, but Jax and Jairdain were coming in. This brought a huge smile to the Shadow’s face, as while he expected Jax to show up, the man was making a definitive concerted effort to be more of a presence everywhere he could be. That was an important step in his growth as a leader. He was becoming more visible and approachable, which would ultimately strengthen the team dynamic. The Shadow appreciated Jax’s effort, knowing it would benefit everyone in the long run. Their arrival signaled the start of a productive and meaningful day.

Master Jairdain was a Jedi he had not seen in a long time. Yes, she was the wife of the Maverick, but the last time he had seen her, he barely stood as tall as his father’s hip (i.e. - he was a kid). This was a welcome reunion indeed. It would be one that Mother would be happy about as well.

Walking over to the both of them, and forgoing any traditional bows for hugs, he was trying his best not to be “over the top” or “cheesy” (this sort of thing was not his bag, but this was not about him), he greeted them both. Masters Thio… it’s great to see the both of you. Come put your things inside, grab yourself something to drink and enjoy.

Then he recognized the sound of another “Defender” this one specifically. It was “The Northstar”, Kat was here. It brought relief to him, because in the back of his mind, Connel had thought that she was intimidated by his mother. For lack of a better term, this was baseless, because she is the one who nudged him repeatedly to talk to her, to warm up to her, and so on.

Buster even recognized the ship as he TOOK OFF at her once he saw her, to which little Cooper followed close after. Connel soon walked up behind them. Glad you could make it. Let me help you with those.

Krass Wyms • Jax Thio • Jairdain Ismet-Thio • Katarine Ryiah
Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you (ring-a-ling-a ding-dong-ding!)​

Location: Midvinter
Objective: Socialize
Wearing: X
Tags: Connel Vanagor Jax Thio + OPEN

Glad you could make it. Let me help you with those.

"Thanks" she said, handing over the two dishes to him and standing up on her tip toes to kiss his cheek in greeting. That was all there was time for because Buster was barking and circling her and absolutely demanding her attention. She grinned and bent down, scooping the little pup up in her arms and kissing the top of his head. He wiggled impatiently as she sat him down. "Hi Buster... and this must be Cooper?" She bent down to pet this pup as well, though understood if he was too shy around new people.

Together they walked back to the place that had been setup for the party and Kat broke into a smile when she saw Jax there. She hadn't seen him in a long time. "Jax! It's so nice to see you again."

 

[Michael Angellus]

​

PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry #1225 (HA! See what I did there?)
Location: – Midvinter!
Assigned Craft: My X-wing
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Jovial
Background Noise: Just people enjoying themselves.

Well, I unfortunately did not fly with Striker here. That’s because I was already here. Ya’ll forgetting Connel is my cousin? Chrysa is my aunt? I’m here with my mother Alyksandra.

“Wooo-beeep.” [Translation: Awww He’s there with his mommy.]

Come on, man. That’s mean.

“Weeep-bwoo.” [Translation: It’s so cuuuuute. Okay, I’m done. It’s actually pretty cool that you flew with her.]

I’m just a little nervous about the guys… and the girls around her. I have a weird feeling she’s going to get hit on, a LOT.

“Chrrp.” [Translation: At least you don’t have to deal with BRAD!!!]

Connel’s droid is nice!

“Bwoo.” [Translation: That Huttball is cheesy and a suck up! You just don’t see it.

Hey! It looks like Alison is looking around. I’ll bet she’s looking for Devin Virell . Time to have some fun. A little handfall of snow… a soft pack and a good throw.

Heads up!

– Michael A.
Happy Life Day!

TAG: Alison Sky , Open!

This is where he is speaking

 

[Alison Sky]

Alison was browsing the drink collection with some interest, but mostly just killing time until the others arrived when suddenly a snowball flew through the air and hit her on the back of the head.

SPLAT!

She spun around and saw Michael there with a mischievous grin on his face. "Oh you are so going to pay for that Mikey!" She bent down and grabbed her own wad of snow, packing it into a ball and ran toward him a few steps, and then let it fly.


Michael Angellus + OPEN (fight with us!)

 

[Michael Angellus]

​

PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry #1225 (HA! See what I did there?)
Location: – Midvinter!
Assigned Craft: My X-wing
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Jovial
Background Noise: Just people enjoying themselves.

NAILED HER!
“Wooo-beeep.” [Translation: Phrasing!]

Yeah, you’re right… stupid frakkin… DANG IT! Stupid recorder recording EVERYTHING… Anyway my snowball smacked her in the back of the head… Probably like Devin Virell does…

“Weeep-bwoo.” [Translation: … okay let me stop you there because as funny as you are going, and I know where you are going… Virell will kick your “you know what” if he sees this!.]

Naw. I don’t mean it anyway. She saw me and wanted a piece!

“Chrrp.” [Translation: PHRASING!!!]

She slinged one at me…

“Bwoo.” [Translation: … uhhh….]

A Snowball! Hot girl can throw!

Bwah!!

Right in the face! The fight was on!

– Michael A.
Happy Life Day!

TAG: Alison Sky , Open!

This is where he is speaking

 

[Krass Wyms]

Alison Sky Michael Angellus

She looked at Connel as he was moving off after welcoming her to talk with someone else. Her cask going to a position all of them would be able to drink as she heard the sounds of a fight for a moment... a snowball fight and she looked at the two who were there. The jedi master debating if she should be involved. There was a look though as her purple eyes checked on most of it. She moved one hand to the snow and scooped it just right. TO make the perfect snowball as it was formed and shaped for distance and splatter. SHe moved with a small look. There were beacons for the ones here as she was laying them out to the Lifeday Gift Ships. THey would be able to call it to them for the jedi and they were designed to be used. As well as Silver Jedi Life Day Rings for a smaller gift they would be able to use. "We have gifts and booze.... and" She said it throwing two snowballs with the force towards Alison and Michael with a look as a small stack was formed ready for her to dodge and grab from. She moved and looked as she saw a woman with a look and offered one to her. "I suppose we are all supposed to join their games." She said it but offered only a grin to Michaels mother with a nod of her head before preparing a second volley to fire.

 

[Alison Sky]

Alison was doubled over laughing at the look on Michael's face when she hit him with the snowball. For a long moment her giggling filled the air until suddenly...

SPLAT!

Another snowball was launched from a different direction. She pushed the snow off her face and saw the purple eyes of the Jedi Master responsible.

"Oh, so it's gonna be like that huh?"

She scooped up another ball and launched it, sailing towards the shorter woman.


Michael Angellus Krass Wyms

 

[Michael Angellus]

​

PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry #1225 (HA! See what I did there?)
Location: – Midvinter!
Assigned Craft: My X-wing
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Jovial
Background Noise: Just people enjoying themselves.

I barely had a minute to wipe face when I got backup!
“Wooo-beeep.” [Translation: Or so you thought!]

AUGH!!

“Chrrp.” [Translation: Crossfire!!!]

She got me in the…

“Bwoo.” [Translation: PHRASING!]

Yeah, right, recorder… the little girl hit me in my nether region....

“BwEEEE.” [Translation: “Little girl”? She’s bigger than two of you at half the height! I’m not taking a jab at you when I say that, either!]

Game… on!!

I was still trying to stand without my… “you know whats” hurting.

– Michael A.
Happy Life Day!

TAG: Alison Sky , Krass Wyms , Open!

This is where he is speaking

 

[Jairdain Ismet-Thio]

Jairdain leaned into him as his arm settled around her, the motion instinctive and familiar, grounding her even as his words made her exhale softly through her nose.

"You say that like it's a schedule you can actually keep," she murmured, tone dry but fond. Her hand slid to rest against his side, fingers curling lightly into the fabric there as if to anchor him in place for just a moment longer. "Between guerrilla forces and 'baddies,' I suspect I'm still competing with the galaxy for your attention."

There was humor there—but beneath it, the worry never entirely left her. It never did. She had learned to live with it the way one lived with an old ache: present, managed, never entirely gone.

At his comment about the place, she tilted her head slightly, listening to the cadence of voices and the subtle, careful joy threaded through the gathering. "It's… intentional," she said quietly. "Nothing extravagant. Just people who've survived long enough to allow themselves a pause." A beat, then a softer addition. "I think that matters."

When he admitted his discomfort, her thumb brushed a slow, reassuring line along his arm. "You don't have to perform," she told him gently. "No one here expects you to be anything other than yourself. Least of all me."

The mention of Life Day drew a small, genuine smile from her. She turned her face toward him, unseeing eyes warm with something steadier than fear.

"We will," she said, certain. "Not because it's perfect. But because we're here. Together." Her hand shifted, resting briefly over his heart. "That's what makes it ours."

She lingered there for a moment longer, then added, quieter still, "And I'm glad you're awkward. It means you stayed."

Jax Thio

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Home and Family for the Holidays
Midvinter
Vanagor Homestead - Just outside Heavenheim

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  
  • Gear/Armor
    • Mask
    • Right Gauntlet
    • Left Gauntlet
  • Nano-Tech Armor (For Emergencies)
  • Headset Microphone Comm-Link
  • Mobile "Bodycam" Datapad
  • Lightblaster
  • Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  • Throwing Lightknives
  • Force Blinding Flashbangs
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  
  • Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  • Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  • Muscle enhancements.
  • Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  • Hawkeye implants for eyes
  • Advanced Medical Implant
  • Scentzy
  • Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

Buster of course had to say “Hiiiiii” to Katarine Ryiah , and anyone else who was around, Cooper (who was NOT shy) was all too happy to follow. That gave Connel a moment or two to walk with her, arm and arm. Planting a peck on her cheek, and forehead here and there. So, using the ship more, or letting it fly you still?

This wasn’t a tease, more of a question along the lines of “Safe trip?” or “Did you get here okay?”

Then the Dilorian, Chrysa’s speeder, came rolling up. She stepped out, as elegant as always, as Cooper and Buster both ran up, tails going a sector a second as happy as can be, to which of course she reciprocated. She smiled to the two of them and nodded her head as if to say “come over here”.

She needs help with packages. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.

Chrysa just smiled and countered that she indeed does. The smile on her face was welcoming, not threatening.

Krass Wyms • Jax Thio • Jairdain Ismet-Thio • Katarine Ryiah
Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Continuation of A Yuletide Miracle

"You sure you don't wanna come along? Could be fun," he prodded her one last time. Nina shook her head and laughed, "No, Papa! I've told you, we're spending Yuletide with Arnor at Beornstead this year. But you go, it'll do you good to socialise." She lent her aid in tying a pretty bow around the package containing one of her mother's famous cakes for the potluck, lovingly recreated by her father. "Very well," said Thurion and reached towards the coat rack.

"You know, the most extraordinary thing happened overnight," he approached with package in both hands, and inquisitive look on her face. "When I arrived, everywhere I turned there were children running and playing, all with freshly-made toys. Apparently, each and every household received a visit from some spirit, leaving presents in its wake. No signs of trespassing."

"Huh. That is strange, indeed," he replied coyly, then reached for a red and green coat with a white fur collar. "Uh-huh." Nina watched him put it on, before completing it with a fur hat. After placing it upon his head and pulling it down over his ears, she cupped his cheeks and met her father's kind stare. "Well, whatever this 'spirit' is, I hope it brought them some joy." She embraced him then, nuzzling against the fur trim of his winter coat. "Merry Yuletide, Papa," she said.

"Merry Yuletide, Snowflake," he replied.

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From on high did the High King witness the arrival of several ships whilst soaring upon the back of Skywalker, the Father of Gryphons announcing his own with a piercing cry as they swooped down from the heavens. Great wings whooshed and feathers rustled, kicking up a cloud of snow as taloned forelegs and feline hind legs made landfall with a heavy thud between the parked ships and the homestead itself. Thurion threw his leg over the saddle and slid down the side of the great beast, thanking him with a series of pats and scratches along his feathery neck.

"Good boy," he told him repeatedly, before then retrieving the cake from the saddle bag. "Go on, now. Have fun!" With a loud purr did Skywalker nuzzle him with his large beak, then stirred up another snowstorm as he flapped his mighty wings and took off into the sky.

Thurion approached his nephew at the grill, package in hand.

"Ho, there! I hear we're having a party," he greeted Connel Vanagor with a warm smile and even warmer embrace. "Happy Life Day, dear boy." He presented his contribution in the form of Auntie Coci's famous Yule Cake — a recipe he'd come master over the years.

"I see we've got plenty of visitors this year," the Lion turned to those gathered, some of whom he recognised and others he did not. "Hello, everyone!"

Krass Wyms Jairdain Ismet-Thio Alison Sky Katarine Ryiah Jax Thio ​

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Home and Family for the Holidays
Midvinter
Vanagor Homestead - Just outside Heavenheim

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
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  • Gear/Armor
    • Mask
    • Right Gauntlet
    • Left Gauntlet
  • Nano-Tech Armor (For Emergencies)
  • Headset Microphone Comm-Link
  • Mobile "Bodycam" Datapad
  • Lightblaster
  • Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  • Throwing Lightknives
  • Force Blinding Flashbangs
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  
  • Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  • Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  • Muscle enhancements.
  • Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  • Hawkeye implants for eyes
  • Advanced Medical Implant
  • Scentzy
  • Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

Buster and Cooper were running around the Speeder as Chryss noticed a Gryphon flying their way. Connel thought it might be Heaven’s guard until he recognized that it was Skywalker. He watched the big guy when he was a hatchling. Hey big guy!

Taking a moment to trot over to the grill, Connel grabbed a Ronto rib and threw it into the air for a nice treat for the big avian. Of course this drew both Buster and Cooper to his side with looks of jealousy

Oh, calm down! He then pulled a couple of pieces of cooked ground Nerf Meat and held it out for each. They would get their meals later. With just enough time to wipe his hands clean, Connel received his highness, The Lion King Thurion Heavenhield. No protocol, just a big embracing hug.

Merry Yuletide Uncle! Welcome! So glad you could make it!

Then he saw it. Was it really? Is this what I think it is? IT WAS! One of Aunt Coci’s famous cakes. This is amazing!

This brought a childlike look of joy on his face, something he had not had in a long time. As Chrysa walked over and gave Thurion a hug, Connel gave Kat a moment before showing her. You’re going to want to try this later. But first. Uncle Thurion, this is Kat, I guess she is my girlfriend? He looked her way for hopeful confirmation.

Katarine Ryiah. This is my uncle. King Thurion Heavenshield. Connel then went back to looking at the cake with a broad smile. Such great memories it brought up, of the gatherings, the barbeques like this one, the dinners, her famous cakes were always the hit here. I miss her… but in the best possible way. A happy tear welling up in his left eye, Connel clapped Thurion on the shoulder. Yeah, she might very well be gone to the next world with Father… but it was times like these that brought out the good in them all.

Krass Wyms • Jax Thio • Jairdain Ismet-Thio • Katarine Ryiah • Thurion Heavenshield
Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​