Operation: Arctic Temperance [Iron Empire Dominion of Olstyn feat. Dawnguard]

[Graf's Archive Account]

T H E M A N D A L O R I A N Q U A R T E R​

A G E N T R H A N E L Y S A R​

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"Sir, the Praetor has requested the details of the information you acquired."

A soldier piped up as the group skulked through shadowed alleyways en route to their target destination. Rhan turned, stopping short from entering the main street as a couple of Mandalorians passed by. "Very well." He began, peeking out to check if the road was deserted "Tell his lordship that the Mandalorian we questioned revealed the presence of a sizeable stash of armament, including illegal weaponry; disruptors." Agent Elysar hissed "This is most certainly involved with the revolutionaries that IISB presented intel on."

Hoping that the Iron Praetor would let the intelligence agent get on with his duties, the Tapani signaled for the squad to continue following him, moving into the street and sighting a duo of armored Mandos moving straight for them with their weapons raised; friends of the man they abducted. Raising the heavy blaster pistol that had been concealed in his sleeve, he pulled the trigger and hit one dead center in the heart, causing him to keel over but get back up due to the protective nature of beskar.

"Take cover!"

The soldiers and the intelligence agent dived behind low walls and began returning fire with the Mandos who were being reinforced by others. Rhan swore loudly, a firefight would easily draw unwanted attention to their operation. He grabbed a metal sphere from his hidden utility belt, clicked a switch on the smooth surface, and threw it between the opposing, thick white smoke emitting from the grenade as Rhan and his squad melted into the shadows once again.

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Ylva Solveig"] | [member="Varik Ice"] | [member="Kiriko"] | [member="Erik Jarnbjorn"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Valae Kitra"]

 

[Darth Athora]

Post II

The game continued on almost endlessly. Both teams were pulling out all their moves to win this game. Douglas asn't really a pro at limmie but he knew what he was doing. He managed to score 2 of the teams 3 goals so he was doing something right. "Hey, kid! Pass coming to ya!" Douglas called out to one of his teammates before passing the ball to him. This pass led to his teammate scoring the game winning goal. "Woo!" Douglas cheered as his team came together for a group celebration.

Douglas walked to the other team's captain and shook his hand. "You guys played damn good." Douglas commented as he shook the other's captain hand with a smile. "You guys got any meat? What am I saying, of course you guys do. Bring it out and I'll cook it up for ya. We'll have a good old fashioned cookout. What do you say?" Douglas offered.

"Sounds good, my friend. I'll grab the meats." one of the valkyri called out. "I'll get some drinks!" another said. Another one of Douglas' hidden skills was his cooking ability. He enjoyed trying out different kinds of foods from all over the galaxy so he picked up a few things along the way.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Location : Olstyn, Wandering the Outskirts of the Mando Quarter [] Objective : Explore [] Post : 2

Wandering around without a purpose allowed Makai to explore at his leisure. Being a growing boy of sorts, his first real stop was at a bakery. After some debate he had come away with small bits of fried dough soaked in a local honey. The paper bag they were placed in was soaked they were so covered, making it a fairly sticky mess to handle as he continued down the cobblestone streets.


His wanderings brought him along to a sports game of some sorts. Makai wasn’t sure which sport since he didn’t consider himself an expert in such things. Surfing was about the only real activity he could do well and it didn’t seem that was a ‘thing’ out this far in the black.


Eyes squinted at the man playing, [member="Douglas Reed"] . Makai was certain he was in the Navy as well, above him in rank and in a different squadron. Fighter pilot? Either way the half-Galan had seen the man around from time to time. It appeared he had caught the tail end of the game and the men were breaking up, something about roasting some meat. He found it odd everyone was going to round up something. Perhaps it was like a crab boil back home.

 

[Zak Dymo]

T H E • L U K E - W A R M • C O L D • E Q U A T I O N​

Part III​

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"Are you sure you heard what you think you heard?"

Captain's Log, stardate blue-forty-two, rounded to the nearest decimal point. Efforts to make contact with Coci or Théodred Heavenshield had been thwarted by an Imperial Security Bureau clerk who must have secretly been a Dark Lord of the Snark. When the conversation had started, it had been a five-minute long lecture about why children shouldn't use official com channels. The word 'youngling' had been used forty-two times in that piece.

He'd counted.

And that was before they'd gotten into the substance of why the boy was using an official comlink channel in the first place. Though, as much as that might have sounded like progress, it was clear that the Sith lord extra from the set of Clerks thought he was dealing with a Pantoran possessed of an overactive imagination.

"No, brah, I just felt like sayin' the word 'algae.'" To be fair, Boo was also a Dark Lord of the Snark. "It's quite the fad now. It's all over the streets, man. Like, what the algae, brah?"

"Why would Mandalorians want algae?"

"I dunno," the Pantoran answered vapidly, shrugging his shoulders in between fist-fulls of cereal. Seated in the back of the Sith courier's lounge, the boy was perched up on the sofa staring at the hologram generator with an open box of cereal in his lap. It might have been breakfast, but it was closer to noon. Brunch then?

"But these weren't Mandalorians."

"And you could tell that by the audio?"

"Their ship didn't land in the Mandalorian Quarter," the boy offered dryly. The matter-of-fact delivery was likely not helped by the fact that he was munching on Cheerios. Azi seemed to appreciate it however, as the amphistaff was literally diving after all the ones that the boy was dropping between the box, his hand, and his mouth. "It's berthed in ​Akureyri."

"That doesn't make any sense," the Snark Acolyte opined. The hologram of the administrative inquisitor seemed lost in thought for a moment, as if - for just a fraction of a nano-second - he might actually be taking the boy serious. "And they traded thermal detonators?"

"Twenty-seven thermal detonators." Just one was enough to cause a good bit of damage. Placed correctly, just ten could bring down a building.

"The Oberjarl would have no reason to enact subterfuge to bring in munitions..."

"...which suggests its not the Oberjarl," the Pantoran remarked, finishing the man's sentence. Everything about how the Iron Empire was approaching the situation seemed to anticipate only two actors; the Oberjarl and the Mandalorians. That outlook neglected to take into account third parties who might benefit from rebellion. "Maybe there's someone within the populace working both sides. The Mandos and the Valkyri."

Yeah. Who's the youngling now, Darth n00b?

"I'll let you know after I check out that starlight freighter."

"You said the freighter's in Akureyri?"

"Yeah, brah."

"I shouldn't need to remind you, we are trying to establish diplomatic relations with the Oberjarl."

The boy cocked his head to one side. What was Sithy McSecretary implying? Boo was the consummate gentleman.

Belching aloud, the Pantoran said, "I'll be on my best behavior."

 

[Darth Athora]

Post III

The natives were all gathering the supplies they'd need to get some good food cooking up while Douglas was preparing a fire to cook up the food. "Been a while since I've had to make my own fire. Let's see if I remember how to..hiss..Ah, there we go." The fire started to grow and, after Douglas started blowing into the base of flame, it became a roaring flame.

The natives started coming back with their food. Some of them had meats, some had vegetables, and some had some kegs of bribb juice. "Oh wow. This is going to be quite a feast." Douglas commented. Some of the women brought out tables and chairs from their homes and set them up. "Bring the foods on over and get those kegs set up." The natives brought the food to Douglas, which he then set up on his makeshift grill made of metal and wooden rods he found around. The rich smell of the meats and vegetables roasting on the fire filled the air. Douglas took a big sniff of the aroma emanating off of the food and sighed happily. "Oh, yes. This is going to be good."

[member="Makai Dashiell"]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

T H E M A N D A L O R I A N Q U A R T E R​

Agent Iella Rehal​

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Disrupters. A nasty kind of weapon outlawed in most of civilized space. From the rooftops of the Mandalorian Quarter she shadowed her fellow agent using the Force to shrink her presence. Her eyes narrowed at the group of Mandalorians that attempted to engage Rhan and cursed under her breath watching the smoke fill the alley way. Where Rhan fled in the opposite direction, Iella followed the Mandalorians. Of course they attempted to follow them but Rhan wouldn't let them.

"Follow them!"

"Argh!"

Thump!

Snap-Hiss!!

"Where is he?!"

Two dead, another injured. She had missed two. One scrambled after Rhan, the other fled. She expected Rhan could handle one Mandalorian if it came to that, she had other prey. With the power of the Force behind her she jumped and swung back up to the rooftops, choosing to keep radio silence with Rhan rather than explain why there was only one Mando left. She would let this Mandalorian lead her to their base of operations.

[member="Rhan Elysar"]d

 

[Aurren Ulgo]

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Location: Ostlyn - Mandalorian Quarter​

Post: 2​

Status: Green​

Role: Infiltration​

Aurren's face remained quiet and focused beneath the black and gold armour, listening to one of the stationary radios they had in the underground. Other Mandalorians yelled over the communications about some kind of team they'd ambushed; not done a whole lot to them, but one was in pursuit while another was fleeing back here. Whoever they were, they felt like they were being tailed. Ulgo stood up from his chair, looking at the weapon they'd given him. This was defintely some form of disruptor rifle, though he couldn't say the make of it. He hoisted it onto his back thanks to the attached strap, checking over his heavy blaster pistol more instead. He wouldn't be caught dead using a disruptor, at least not while wearing this Mandalorian armour. The things were downright cruel.

He was tapped on the shoulder as two more Mandalorians went rushing towards one of the various secret entrances into this cell; there were a few scattered around, but this was one of the most prominent. He'd squeezed what intel he could and uploaded it to the rest of the IISB Contacts in the area, but now it was dry. He followed after the other two, overhearing their plan. Where they would wait was where the other Mandalorian was running; the plan was to lead this saber-wielder right into their disruptor fire and he, as Kraxis, was meant to be part of that volley. He'd see about that.

He took up his position to the side of and slightly behind the two others, cutting off a chokepoint alleyway as they waited for their runner to arrive. He heard the clacking of boots in the distance at a fast speed, so he knew they were close now. Lowering the disruptor, he placed it against the wall as he stood behind one of the two, drawing his pistol and simply firing through the back of his neck. He heard the gurgle from his supposed comrade, forcing the other to turn. Being so close, the Mandalorian could only react by whacking the sidearm from Aurren's hand, the Alderaanian giving his response as he grabbed him by the straps of his armour, headbutting hard.

Though both were wearing helmets, the force was enough to make the insurgent drop his weapon and fall onto his back, dragging Aurren down on top of him. The Mandalorian's reactions were quick, going for a knife that was no doubt intended for the agent's artery. Reacting just as fast, Aurren diverted the man's wrist, twisting it backwards and trying to wrench the knife from his hand. As he inched it closer towards the Mandalorian's throat, the insurgent's grip finally let go, hoping the knife would drop to the ground with a clang, but all it dropped into was Aurren's hand. Without even hesitating, he thrust the knife and downwards through the neck, pushing further to ensure it wouldn't be just a wound.

Sometimes, Aurren wondered how he found it so easy to do things like that. All it did was make memories flood back, so such questions didn't stay in his head long. He slowly stood up, stepping aside from where the corpses were and standing, waiting and unarmed in the alleyway. Even if the Mandalorian made it this far, they wouldn't fire on him, and he counted on the Iron Legionnaire, whoever they were, getting here first. He kept still, practicing his explanation mentally. Not just for his outfit, but his presence in the force, or lack thereof. It put off most force users he met, and many reacted with at least suspicion if not outright distrust. It just made him glad he wasn't assigned to diplomacy for this operation.

Glancing back at the still open improvised entrance, Aurren felt somewhat relieved. His part was done, at least for the moment. Any Mandalorian who'd been here was either dead or long gone, only the weapons cache and other evidence remained. As he looked back on it, he realized he had no hatred towards these people; just the way they dealt with things.

[member="Rhan Elysar"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Iella Rehal"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Ylva Solveig"] | [member="Kiriko"]

 

[Zak Dymo]

T H E • L U K E - W A R M • C O L D • E Q U A T I O N​

Part IV​

The starlight freighter was berthed in a premium locale.

It was a commercially leased docking bay, held by a Valkyri-human merchant whose business interests seemed legitimate, if not respectable. The freighter itself was different story. The Intergalactic Banking Clans held a lien on the title, but the title itself was held by a corporation. That shouldn't have been unusual, but what stood out was the fact that the company had incorporated on Coruscant.

With the destruction, re-construction, and damage from the many battles that had been waged over Coruscant in the last decade, no one would bat an eye if there were no records surviving to back that claim up.

Now, for the same reason, Coruscant hadn't been a major economic or trade world since the fall of Republic Coruscant to the One Sith. Alderaan, Dossum, Sullust, Voss... even Kesh were all more convincing than a company incorporating on Coruscant. The only reason for doing that was to provide plausible explanation for minor discrepancies in the forged documents that had established the corporation.

Adding another layer to the cake? The corporation was held by another corporation. It was clear that who ever had set up the spider web of paperwork had been less than meticulous, but thorough, about laying out an obfuscating trail of banks, corporate identities, and contractual red herrings. If he handed this over to ISB, it'd likely be a week before a CPA and an attorney could unravel it.

Which was fine by him. That meant he was back to old fashioned detective work.

One of the incantations contained within Broodica's grimoire was a spell of concealment. It allowed the witch-boy to blend with the naturally dark elements of the environment, slipping among the shadows as the lithe, young Pantoran made his way through the dock yard without notice. Until he'd arrived at the docking bay where the starlight freighter rested in its berth.

There were two Valkyri-looking men by the loading ramp, blaster rifles with their barrels digging into the dirt, as the two men played a hand of Sabaac over a cargo container they'd re-purposed into a card table. Crouching down behind a rusted out gonk droid, the boy paused a moment to consider his options.

Reaching down a hand, the boy picked up a handful of dirt. Clenched in his fist, he raised it up toward his face as he whispered a dark invocation that invoked ancient prayers to forgotten and forbidden gods, the worship of whom was known only to the Primeval. Turning his hand over, the child casually blew the dust from his palm.

As he did, a sudden wind tore through the other side of the docking back. It's howl was hideous. Instantly terrifying. Human, as though a moan... and yet, completely inhuman. Like the echo of a demon that was laughing.

The two men jumped back from their game, clutching awkwardly at their rifles and clearly disturbed by what they'd both witnessed. Swearing, guns level, they both looked at one another and then walked around to peer over where the wind had passed.

As they did, they missed the small shadow that now moved up the loading ramp into the ship...

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

T H E M A N D A L O R I A N Q U A R T E R​

Agent Iella Rehal​

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She had dealt with Mandalorians before during her time as a Jedi Shadow. They weren't the sort to run cowardly back to their base without thinking, so this was either going to be a long chase. Or at least that's what she thought until she looked down at the alley below her to find her prey looking more and more relaxed as he talked over his com. She closed her eyes, letting the Force guide her forward as she tried to listen in on what he was saying, using the Force to enhance her hearing.

"I'm bringing that shabuir back now, we're almost there." He nodded , his sprint turning into a light jog. Suspicious. It was very apparent that she was being led into a trap, probably nothing to worry about at this point. Now that she knew she was running into she could prepare. Her lips were pressed into a thin line thinking about what lay in wait. Turning the corner she skid to a stop surprised at what she saw below. She was up on the rooftops so she could see a little further than the Mandalorian could.

One Mandalorian stood behind several bodies in armor. Looks like the ambushers got ambushed.

"Hey, what the-" The Mandalorian shouted, rounding the corner. Instinct took over, he pulled up his blaster rifle and pointed it at the lone Mandalorian, likely the one who had killed them. She cursed under her breath and jumped down from above. Her lightsaber erupted in time to deflect a blaster bolt. The telescopic saber pike extended and with a twist she smacked the Mandalorian in the face with a loud ping, sending the armored warrior spinning through the air unconscious. The saber deactivated and shrunk back down to fit on the small of her back.

"IISB?" She said, turning to the other armored figure in the alley.

[member="Aurren Ulgo"] | [member="Rhan Elysar"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Ylva Solveig"] | [member="Kiriko"]

 

[Zeradias Mant]

Olstyn. So close to home, yet so far from the Iron Imperial domain. That would soon change. It was fortunate the Iron Empire already had relations with the Silver Jedi Order, and through them, their counterparts on Midvinter, for on Olstyn were the direct descendants of the Valkyri on that snowbound world. Zeradias had taken the liberty of contacting the Dawnguard, the formal authority also led by the Heavenshields that held dominion over Midvinter.

Business had forced him to attend elsewhere, but since it's conclusion, Zeradias had made it a priority to be on the ground with their Valkyri guests. As the shuttle entered low orbit, Akureyri began to make itself more visible through the clouds. The Iron Praetor, a Heavenshield, was already with the delegation from the Dawnguard, as was the Crown Princess. As the shuttle rapidly approached their location, it became much easier to get actual eyes on everyone. It wasn't difficult to spot who was who. He was already quite familiar with the Praetor, and if the princess' small frame didn't give it away, the distinct figures of the Wolfsglaive did.

Quickly slowing, the shuttle turned so that the door would open facing the group. After a subtle thud on the ground, there was a hiss and sudden brightness that entered the cabin. Exiting first were two Iron Imperial marines, posting on each side of the door, followed immediately after by the CNO. He didn't apologize for his tardiness.

"My princess.", he greeted first with a slight bow. "Heavenshield.", he greeted Theo next. Though he oft addressed Theodred by his surname, he quickly recognized his mistake with so much of his kin present. He'd not address them the same. "Coci, Thurion. It's been too long."

There were still a few faces he didn't recognize, though. Looking to them all, he greeted them all at once. They'd have time for individual conversations later.

"Zeradias Mant, Chief of Naval Operations."

[member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Ylva Solveig"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Thyrian Hearthfire"] | [member="Valae Kitra"]​

 

[Aurren Ulgo]

Location: Ostlyn - Mandalorian Quarter​

Post: 3​

Status: Green​

Role: Infiltration​

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Aurren tilted his head, having simply been more curious about who he was dealing with before. Now he knew. He had heard there was a Legionnaire joining them, even if he usually kept his nose out of such things. Well, at least when it came to IISB itself. Other than that, he tended to be a bit too nosy for his own good; probably why he was good at his job. He gave a small nod, keeping quite still as he stared back at her. "Agent Ulgo." Anyone near enough to hear him was very dead, so he wasn't particularly concerned about anyone listening. He suddenly glanced around, noticing what he was looking for on the ground.

He picked up his heavy blaster pistol, dusting it off slightly before checking its powercell and putting it back in its rightful place on his hip. He idly checked a datapad that he pulled from his belt, checking for further updates on the situation as he spoke. "This cell should be dealt with. Weapon stashes are still inside, those that weren't taken, anyway. There's a few more around the Quarter, and this isn't the biggest." He glanced back, motioning to the opened secret entrance for her, if she wanted to collect evidence of her own.

"We should keep this brief. If I'm to be the survivor of your attack, I should have evidence." He extended his arm out, holding it straight in front of her, not even hesitating for a moment. He often wondered if having that lack of an imprint in the force that any normal being had is what helped him stay so calm; Jedi, Sith, even their own Legion had more obvious showings of emotion, after all. "If you can, clip my arm, make it look like a near miss." He wasn't afraid of being cut by a saber. He had been before, and he assumed he would again. The pain was just as much as a blaster bolt if not worse, but he hadn't been sliced in half just yet, so he had a good track record.

[member="Iella Rehal"]

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

Location: Outside the Mandalorian Quarter
Objective: 1 & 2

The name 'Grond' held no meaning to neither Thurion nor Thyrian, with the both of them looking at one another and shrugging at the mention of the name. The High King of Midvinter found himself locking wary gazes with locals as they passed him by, noting the fear and scorn in their eyes as they looked upon him. He'd grown used to people being afraid of him from his Sith days, when he used to let their fear fuel his rage. Painful memories. Shameful memories. This was not a desirable place, he thought and pulled his black hood over his head. Gave him all the bad vibes.

Thurion's brow furrowed at Coci's mention of these people being old supporters of the Usurper Beorlund, who through unlawful and dishonourable means had seized the throne before the old king's body was cold, sending his father into exile. The reasons behind the Valkyri presence on Olstyn may be more sinister than at first thought.

But his deciphering of such meanings were quickly thwarted by the appearance of [member="Valae Kitra"] chirping from behind him, replaced by the biggest grin. "There she is," he exclaimed and put his arm around her for an embrace master to apprentice. Thyrian too snapped out of his distaste of Olstyn and turned his attention to the new arrival. "Valae Kitra, meet High King Thyrian of House Hearthfire, first of his name. And my brother." Thyrian stood and inspected the young woman and her features for a moment before being the first to greet the other.

"Miss Kitra," he bowed at the waist, trying his best at pulling off the traditional Jedi greeting. "I shall beat you to it when I say the honour is mine, Grandmaster. Midvinter shall ever be a home to the Jedi." He himself was a staunch supporter of the Jedi, and not simply because of his extended family serving the Light; he genuinely believed they fought for the greater good of the galaxy.

More people he did not know showed up, the most radiant of whom was the Crown Princess herself in the escort of the Chief of Naval Operations. "Your Grace," he bowed more graciously than before, even reaching for her hand to place the most tender of kisses upon - as was befitting of her title. "Thyrian, High King of the Valkyri of Midvinter," he then shook the hand of Zeradias Mant. "I am pleased to see the Empire takes such an interest in the situation on Olstyn. If Théodred had not passed along the information that there were Valkyri settled here I would have never guessed."

[member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"]​

 

[Zeradias Mant]

As the fire-haired man offered his greetings to the Silver Jedi representative, Zeradias caught a bit of what Thurion had said. Was this the same Valae Kitra that ran an aid station Bimmisaari during the Galactic Empire's offensive? He didn't recall her being the Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi, though. This must have been something new. Before any greeting could be had on that front, he found himself face to face with the High King of Midvinter himself. There would be time later.

"Your grace.", he greeted quietly as the two exchanged firm handshakes. "We were surprised ourselves. We've known of the Valkyri for some time thanks to our own resident Heavenshield, but we never expected to find a sizable population of them so far from home."

Though Zeradias had only been present for a short while, he made haste in moving to their primary objective. They had an audience with the Oberjarl to attend to, and it'd be poor manners to keep him waiting. With a subtle nod, one of the marines came forward and appeared to be whispering in his ear. He wasn't though - it was only to save him from the hypocrisy of being late.

"The Oberjarl is ready for us.", Zeradias announced quietly to the group. It was a short walk to the great hall. There was an entire company of marines present to provide security. One group acted as forward scouts, another as personal security, and the final as rear and site security, clearing out the streets as needed. And that was only in the immediate vicinity; with the crown princess present, there was already a sizable Iron Imperial military presence in the city. Zeradias was the first to turn an set forth up the cobblestone road to the great hall, where the leader of the Olstyn Valkyri would receive them.

[member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Ylva Solveig"] | @Théodred Heavenshield | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Thyrian Hearthfire"] | [member="Valae Kitra"]​

 

[Aster Rose Baelor]

Aster smiled politely at [member="Zeradias Mant"]'s greeting, acknowledging it with a nod of her head. Trying to maintain her mask of composure, she took a slow breath in then exhaled it slowly and steadily as she watched the Midvinter royalty made their way towards them.

"Your grace," Aster replied, moving her right foot behind her left and curtsied. "I am honored to make your acquaintance," she blushed a little, pulling her hand back as the Midvinter King reached for her hand. Though she could don a mask of false confidence, the mask was a fragile thing that crumbled away easily especially in the presence of unfamiliar men. "S-sorry," she apologized flustered, realizing what she had just done might be misinterpreted as rudeness rather than shyness. "I-I'm no good with things like this."

Inexperienced in the art of diplomacy, Aster, while not exactly sure how to act, tried to move past her moment of embarrassment and made her way to greet [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], [member="Coci Heavenshield"], and [member="Valae Kitra"]. "It is a pleasure to meet you again, Lord, and Master Heavenshield," she nodded at the couple with a shy smile then turned to the Grandmaster. "Welcome and congratulations on your ascension to the Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi," she smile and nodded at the woman as well.

 

[Darth Athora]

"Food's done!" Douglas called out. And it was perfect timing,too. The natives had just finished setting up the tables, chairs and dinner ware. "Couple of you give me a hand here!" he called out. Several of the natives lifted the large skewers that was holding the meats and vegetables over the fires below them and carried them to the tables. Once everything was laid out, the natives began to eat. Douglas watched them have at the food before joining them. He got himself a mug of juice and a plate and started slapping some meat and veggies onto it. "Cannot wait to dig in." he said to himself, smelling the freshly cooked meat he had prepared. Douglas found himself a seat and began to dig in.

It appeared that the natives thoroughly enjoyed Douglas' cooking as many of them had gone for seconds and even thirds. It warmed his heart to see these people so open and welcome to an offworlder. He greatly believed that his commanders would bring Olstyn into the Iron Empire without issue.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Post : 3 | [member="Ylva Solveig"]



Makai couldn't stand awkwardly in front of the fire pit trying to get warm. For one, it seemed the roasting meat and vegetables wouldn't allow that. Blocking a groups food? To him that was asking for trouble. Weird, scaly kids shouldn't be hanging out in front of fires for too long. Just as he was thinking twice about his choice it appeared the meal was done and a rush of locals converged on the area.


Which meant he was back wandering the streets.


Walking through the quarter again, he couldn't fathom why anyone would like the cold. There didn't seem much one could do. Freeze to death and frostbite were the two activities that immediately came to his mind. Makai was fairly certain he was going to give up trying to find something fun to do and go back to something productive, even if it meant skipping out on liberty.


Turning the corner, eyes caught a massive wolf creature. Loth-wolf? Makai only knew about those due to having a Loth-cat....Well, had. Why would a Loth-wolf be so far out in the black? Exotic pet? Protection? Its owner had to be nearby somewhere, right?


Against his better judgement, feet inched him closer for a better look at the animal.

 

[Ylva Heavenshield]

Location: Olstyn, City Streets.​

Objective: Lollygaggin'​

[member="Makai Dashiell"]​

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The sight of the Beorni came first as a curiousity, though the little bear soon found itself surrounded by the locals and enveloped within their day to day that Ylva Solveig sort of shrugged to herself and pretended not to be interested in order to save face for her failure in gaining Kiriko's attention. She supposed that that was really why they were all here for in the first place, Théodred Heavenshield himself was out there somewhere with a vested interest in these fellow Valkyrie and how they'd managed to travel so far from home on Midvinter. It hadn't really been a conversation they'd gone into any real talk over, she just gathered that by the look of deep thought that he seemed to have lost himself within the last time she came across him and then their being told about the venture to Olstyn that the Iron Empire was taking upon themselves, wanting to include the Heavenshields as was their right, it wasn't difficult to figure that a little space might be needed here; after all, she wasn't exactly part of his life or anything, right?

The question had brought a dampener on her mood these last few hours; this insistent thinking of him even in question and uncertainty seemed like to much focus more than she'd typically give another man. 'What're you doing!?' she scowlded herself inwardly, a thought and little else though her brow played upon her frustration in evidence to the rest of the world had they the notice to look upon the savage girl who, again by some miracle, actually fit in with the rest of them quite marvelously. Seven hells, she could actually play a local had she the accent to boot. Then again, Bjomolf would give her away something fierce...

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He had disappeared. How in the hell did you lose a wolf that size, white of fur and more muscle than half the men around this area, Ylva's brow lifted in surprise and then fell in immediately alarm as she heard the beasts rather distinct growling come from around the corner of the building she rested against. Throwing herself to her feet with a spray of dirt dug up by the heel of her boots, she took off quickly now fearing for the blame she might get had the Ice Wolf tear into the carcass of a small child or some such tragedy. Skidding a little as she rounded the corner, she snapped quickly just as the Wolf was beginning to prowl its way closer to Makai Dashiell with it's ears having pulled back and its teeth beginning to reveal themselves against a crinkled and dark maw. "BJOMOLF!" She shouted in astounding warning and a firm tone of voice given just how small she probably seemed in comparison to the beast that, in all honesty was wild and no pet by any means. "Leave 'em be you silly bastard...-You're gonna get me strung up!" Ylva jogged a little at a slower pace now to come to the beasts side and run her left hand up it's back before wrapping both arms around it's neck and burying her face into the mane of it's fur; the general attitude of the great wolf seeming to lax and bunt her with a side throw of it's weight in play; she of course stumbling backwards with a snicker and looking at the thing adoringly.

"You okay?" she asked out of genuine concern, though she were talking to the Wolf which might have incidentally come off as somewhat rude to the man standing off to her side now.

Civilized manners were complicated...

 

[Makai Dashiell]

[member="Ylva Solveig"] | Objective : Don't Die | Location : Olstyn, City Streets

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Makai hadn't gotten completely close to what he thought was a Loth-wolf when it had noticed him. The creature was large and fairly magnificent in his opinion. Makai was fairly used to encountering large and fairly dangerous creatures. He was aquatic, the ocean tended to be full of things that wanted to kill something smaller. What he perhaps forgot was he wasn't in the ocean. A bit clumsier on land and much more clueless to the types of mammals that liked to prey on smaller creatures.


Piercing eyes of the creature were fixed on him, a bit of a warning growl.


Until its owner yelled at the creature, Bjomolf or something similar he would have trouble pronouncing. A woman with flame-red hair entered the scene, immediately rushing to the creature and asking if it was alright. Mouth quirked in a bit of amusement as the young woman ignored him for the most part.


"Nice creature.....Loth-wolf?"


Inquiring minds had to know.

 

[Ylva Heavenshield]

Location: Olstyn, City Streets.​

Objective: Lollygaggin'​

[member="Makai Dashiell"]​

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Turning to glance back over her shoulder and look back across the small distance between Bjomolf and his would-be lunch, Ylva glanced [member="Makai Dashiell"] up and down almost as if she suspected him of being at fault for something. While the great hound wasn't her pet and was honestly better at keeping her safe than she was vice versa, she'd grown almost instinctively protective over the beast having found him on board the vessel that had slammed into the surface of roxuli. There Bjomolf had been but a Pup and far more vulnerable than he seemed now.

"Ice Wolf...-Or at-least that's what the Iron Empire's told me" she elaborated apprehensively, not certain if she could entirely trust the mans interest that he had in her animal. The reason it was on a freighter in the first place was because it had been hunted, subdued and locked in a cage. Ylva had returned and managed to save him before the vessel had been engulfed entirely in flames towards the end of the fight against the Chiss extremists, it would only be her luck to come across yet another poacher...-Though admittedly this one seemed a little too ill-equipped to be any such thing.

"They're native to Spintir...-But Bjomolf here I freed from a Cage" she glanced back to the great beast, her eyes softening as they found his and she give him a rough scratch upside the back of his right ear before looking back towards the male, eyes tightening somewhat as she took the turn to question him now.

"What'd you want with 'em...?" her right hand lowered to rest upon her hip, one of her War Axe's hanging by the ringlet holster just below, teathered to the belt around her waist.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Olstyn
Objectives: One and Two - Enter the Mandalorian Quaters
Location: Delegation Group Gathering



[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Ylva Solveig"] | [member="Zeradias Mant"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Douglas Reed"] | [member="Makai Dashiell"]


"Val it is good to see you again, and I must congratulate you on the commission of Grand Master", he bow in respected to her not only as his friend but for her new station. Next to arrive was Mant and Lady Aster and with their arrival the conversation turned directly to the business at hand. There would be more to this meeting of this Oberjarl Grond then would meet the eye.

"Admiral may I suggest that you accompany my mother and His Grace Hearthfire to meet Grond. Lady Aster ..", he bowed to her now as was right. "Val, my father and myself will make for the Mandalorian quarters to see if we can ascertain 'their side of the story'. You would both be welcomed to join us, or my mother .. however, I sense there is a lot of unrest between the two groups, which now rests upon a knifes edge and .. there maybe trouble".

Théo was considering not only their safety, but their personal mandate as healers. Neither of the two are warriors, nor hold a saber to their name and if fighting was to ignite it was only fair to warn them.

Coci moved her gentle hand to place on Thurion's arm before leaning up to whisper, "Promise me you will take good care of yourself, and our son", the last word spoken before a kiss sat softly on his cheek. Before the party would depart to meet Grond, Coci's hand rested lightly on the hilt of her saber, a habit of her's never lost with the coming of age. "Shall we gentlemen?".

A hand raised and rubbed the back of his neck, Théo feeling somewhat awkward as this was the first time he had had to tell his mother and father what to do .. and uncle for that matter, but it only lasted a moment. Leadership was in his blood, and before today there had been many under his command who eyes incline toward him. It is a position he has grown to accept, the responsibilities of the lives of men and women never far from his mind, and the consequences of sacrifice. Of the ultimate price.