Operation Icebreaker (SO vs. SJO)

[Catherine Soja]

[member="Vitor Avendahl"] [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Tyluko Dubykee"]
Location: East gate

As she saw him go down she aimed a downward stab at Vitor it could be possible for him to evade and if he did she would use this to fall back and give herself a new position to view the conflict zone. With Master Sykes here it boded better She missed the blade that flew at her until she had almost no time raising her arm it panged off her gauntlet. Her armor protected her but the impact hurt still.. She used it also to continue trying to recover. She looked to the Cathar and the human male. "Back off everyone we need to regroup otherwise we will be split up too much!" She wanted them to wait for Master Sykes to join and to regroup together. She checked her wrist it was fine but her for arm was gonna be in some pain later.

 

[Vitha Na'iv]

Objective: Assist in the defense, kill Sith (possibly snack on one or two of them), see about some medical
Location: Tháinbroek,
Friends: Silver Jedi, Tyluko Dubykee, Catherine Soja, Audren Sykes
Enemies: Sith, snow, ice, and cold, Thengil Ri'Shajirr, Vitor Avendahl
Gear: Communicator, talons, beak, wings

Bearing the human to the ground she didn't wait to hit the ground before powering into the air. The force flowed through her raw and unchecked as she drew on it. The Avogwi had never truly used the force before but had been told how to channel it by the Jedi at the temple. Instinctively pulling on those lessons she channeled the force downwards into the air already buffeting his arms. It may not injure him but it'd significantly slow down any actions he did.

Looking down with a face filled with concentration she leaned forwards as she powered off his body as soon as they hit the ground. Her tail dragged briefly across his nose and then she was away as two laser blasts from his wrist laser singed her secondaries. The lightsaber he was swinging up barely missed as the combination of the downdraft from her wings and the force channeled into his body.

Powering upwards she wheeled sharply to look back at him as Catherine attacked. The Avogwi wasn't able to focus on that though as she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Turning to look she saw the cat closing on the injured Dolphinarin. Gaining altitude and some distance she waited for an opening. Avogwi were meant for ambushes not open combat like this.

 

[Tyluko-Kai Kaimana]

East Gate


The pain that Tyluko felt was unlike anything he had ever faced before. He managed to get another look at the [member='Thengil Ri'shajirr'] who had now realized the mistake that he had made grabbing Tyluko's blade. Tyluko managed to smirk at the Sith, who tossed Tyluko's blade aside before setting his hate-filled eyes back on Tyluko. Suddenly he could feel an unseen force pull his wounded body back towards the striking range of the Sith. He tried to break free but he was too weak to do anything at the moment.

"Focus on the Force."

He suddenly heard a voice as he quickly turned his head to see another Jedi appear, this one had pointy ears with long flowing hair. Tyluko nodded as he suddenly closed eyes channeling the Force, feeling its power rising up inside him like the ocean tide. It washed over his body, replenishing his strength and lessening the pain that he was feeling. Tyluko opened his eyes, which were now filled with calm determination.

Tyluko was just about near the striking zone of the Sith, but he looked calmly at the Cathar. "The Force is all I need" He then suddenly extended both his hands downwards Force pushing against the ground, he also slammed his fluke like tail against the ground using the combination to launch him into the air out of the Sith's strike zone. While airborne he then reached out with the Force, focusing on his sword which lay off to the side in the snow. The blade shot up towards Tyluko, the hilt landing in his grip. He then quickly reoriented himself gripping the sword with both hands as he descended towards the Sith, sword ready to strike with a powerful downward slash. Hopefully he would be able to get a hit in, and quickly get out of striking range.

[member='Vitor Avendahl'] [member='Catherine Soja'] [member='Vitha Sat-thuron'] [member='Thengil Ri'Shajirr'] [member='Audren Sykes']

 

[TB-705]

East Gate

Eager cub. Too much.

Thengil, standing still, observed the Delphinid with the faux boredom of a hrosma tiger watching a wood mouse try to escape its paws. The Jedi shoved off the ground, leaping high into the air. A touch of the Force brought that blasted sword back into the enemy's hands. The Padawan fell through the air directly toward him, sword raised high for a devastating blow.

A leonine snarl rumbled from Ri'shajirr's chest. He turned his forward punch into a two-handed grab by extending both paws out. The sword met the gauntlets with a terrible clang that left Thengil's hands nearly numb, but he closed his paws. The crush gaunts activated, seizing the blade in a grip stronger than rigor mortis, well capable of crumpling armor and crushing bone.

While the Delphinid was still in the air, Thengil pivoted sharply and heaved. Abruptly, the dynamic shifted. The sword became the shaft of a hammer, and the Jedi became the hammer's head as Thengil sought to use his superior positioning while rooted fast on the ground to brutally sledgehammer the Delphinid into the frozen turf. The padawan, hanging unanchored in the air, would have no leverage with which to combat the reversal.

[member="Tyluko Dubykee"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"]

 

[Audren Sykes]

Objective: Defend Midvinter
Location: Tháinbroek - East Gate
Allies: Silver Jedi | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Tyluko Dubykee"]
Enemies: Sith | [member="Vitor Avendahl"] | [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]

As soon as he saw his attempt had taken hold of the human Sith, his attention started moving to the other. He still caught the girl and Vitha taking advantage of the change in circumstances. By the time his attention was fully on the felinoid though, the sword was chopping down and those strange gauntlets moving to intercept. They caught and stopped the sword blade, but rather than deflecting it off to the side like he would have expected they simply held on.

Abruptly the sword was being used to control it's wielder, to swing him - at least, Audren thought it was a him - around and smash him against the ground. The Sith was quick, that could very easily be granted. But so was Audren; he'd honed his initial skills against nexu. His fist lashed out in the direction of that duel. It would fall far short, but it was more the motion itself. It enhanced the will behind it, bringing into existence a mass of Force energy. It hurtled up at a ten degree angle from the ground, from a distance that would put it around the Sith's hip height when it arrived. It would hit with the force of a speeder if it hit as he intended, bone crushing and body launching, from a different direction than the blue Jedi and before he was to hit the ground.

If he'd been given the time to be subtle, he would have preferred to simply cut off circulation in the extremities, or play havoc with the nerve impulses. That would require that he know the felinoid's species and be familiar with it though. That time was not granted to him though, so he used raw power instead. This was not how he preferred to fight, his preference was blade to blade. He was not locked into that method though; he could fight with blade or the Force, and he could negotiate almost as easily as fight. He had many talents, and was willing to use all of them.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=liW-kWFiXtQ

Location: Western Gate
Allies: [member="Lynn Nantaris"]
Enemies: To be determined
Gear: None

There were strengths and weaknesses in Sorel’s birth-right. One major down side was that although she was able to build up a Force Bond with her Padawans, her mind’s natural defences meant it was sometimes difficult for her to receive accurate information – be that emotions or even words. She could project well enough, but anything that was intended for her was at best hazy and open to interpretation.

So she’d gained a growing concern for Lynn – based primarily on the innate aspect of the Bond, but now that was growing and she was sure her Padawan was trying to connect to her in some way. She momentarily closed her eyes and a real sense that her Padawan was in trouble came through.

Offering a small bow to the protagonists present, Sorel quite literally vanished before their eyes.

In truth she’d entered the White Current and as soon as she knew she was no longer visible, she made her way to where she knew Lynn to be.

 

[Caelia Lamora]

HÛSAVIK

Private Dyson and his platoon advanced on the village of Hûsavik. All around them and from seemingly all angles other companies were advancing as well, making use of the fresh entrances that their bombers and mechanised companies had knocked into their walls. Flux Company was assigned to the assault on the main gate. Or rather, they would funnel through a hole in the wall right next to it. Their advance to the wall, which increased in pace the closer they got, was made with no opposition coming their way.

Surprisingly, this did not change as they moved through the hole and took up a position beyond the wall. “What…” the private to his left muttered, looking around with confusion. “They’re… They’re all gone” Dyson looked around, not completely convinced with what Private Lynch was saying here. But when the familiar voice of Corporal Holst chimed in, Dyson started to have doubts of his own. “Maybe they all left? Maybe they managed to organise some sort of emergency evacuation.” Maybe, Dyson thought, pondering Holst’s words. And that’s when they struck.

“Incoming!” “Hostiles!” The eerie atmosphere was broken by shouts from their own, and a fierce battleroar from the Valkyre as they emerged from ruins of battered buildings and alleys that had been empty moments before. It was as if the entire ground shook with their shouts and march. Being of the size they were, waving their swords and axes, they were quite the intimidating sight. “Open fire!” Dyson didn’t need Sergeant Rost to tell him that. In a desperate attempt to beat back the counter-attack Flux company opened fire, but they only had time to release a few volleys. Some dropped, but it was hardly enough to beat their enemies back. “Prepare for melee!” Rost ordered again. Kark. Kark kark kark.

Dyson didn’t have time to put his rifle away, so he simply threw it to the ground before drawing a vibroknife. A karking knife. He screamed a battlecry of his own as a hulking beast of a man came charging towards him. It was meant to be intimidating, but it probably revealed more of his own fear than what was intended. He blocked as good as he could with armour and blade, but the Valkyre warrior smacked him hard in the face with his free elbow. Dyson went down immediately. Fortunately no finishing move came as the warrior kept up his charge, and became engaged with other of the Flux company’s soldiers. Even with his helmet that had stung, and Dyson lay on the ground disoriented for a moment.

People were shouting, screaming, but he could no longer make out what was said. Smoke filled the streets as one or more of their own had dropped a few smoke grenades, hoping that the HUD system of their helmets would give them an advantage, but all Dyson saw was chaos and death. He tried to make it to a standing position, though a warrior who had not even noticed him lying there stepped on him as he passed, pushing the private firmly back into the ground. Unclasping ‘BTI-WB ‘Woebringer’ Heavy Blaster Pistol, Dyson fired a few rounds that opened up space around him and cleared him to finally get back up on his feet. With a knife in one hand and a pistol in the other he sought out opportunistic kills here and there, before he was noticed and engaged in single combat. With everything that was going on he had no idea which side was winning. But it was intense, far too much for comfort, and he was seeing more Valkyre than he saw soldiers from his company. Kark, kark, kark.

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

Tháinbroek, Southern Wall - Main Gate
Allies: SJO
Enemies: [member="Vindica"] | SO
Equipment: Armour | Lightsaber

As the flames enveloped his body, as was its natural state in the past, Thyrian stared down his old battle compatriot without a hint of emotion for there was little in the way of nostalgia between the two Sith, both having risen to the rank of Lord since last they met. Of course the former had cast off his ties to all things Sith, as had his beloved, yet his powers had far from faded over time. Uncontrollable rage was now replaced with a sense of completion as a human being, for he had at long last found all that he once thought forever lost; home. Family. Love. These make up the foundation for who he is now, and he would protect them all with all his might, until his last dying breath.

"I HAVE NO REGRETS, FAUST. THE CORRUPTIVE NATURE OF THE DARK SIDE NO LONGER HAS A HOLD OVER ME. I HAVE... FREED MYSELF - MADE PEACE WITH MYSELF - AND FOUND A BETTER WAY OF LIFE. I WOULD OFFER YOU AND EVERY SITH THE SAME RELEASE, IF ONLY I KNEW HOW," his booming voice spoke with a hint of sadness. He wished more would see beyond the instant gratifications of the way of the Sith, for they are fleeting things. He sighed, before his voice grew bold. "YET YOU WOULD CLING TO THE OLD WAYS, EVEN WHEN PRESENTED WITH A NEW PATH TO TREAD. SO I SHALL DREAM NO MORE."

His burning eyes, no longer distinguishable from the rest of him, flashed brightly as the first blow was struck. His lightsaber was raised to block the upward slice aimed for his throat, and all at once his mind focused solely on his opponent as their blades met. The chaos surrounding them faded into obscurity, like whispers on the wind, and the loud cries of battle turned into distant echoes barely registered. It had been a long time since he last fought someone one-on-one, and he would gladly put his skills to the test and prove his worth as the ruler of this world. Even more so, as his father's son.

A flurry of strikes in the way of the Krayt Dragon were sent Vindica's way in an attempt to put the Sith Lord on the defense, for he knew well that followers of the dark side thrive in the offense, but lack in defense.

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Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-XwUAPPHrs8​

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[Zef Halo]

EASTERN GATE

Odd.

Vitor had been almost certain he would not be able to miss with two weapons from point-blank range, alas there's a first time for everything. The avian Jedi flew back into the air freely. Avendahl thought of the idea of focusing on the burned flesh of the avian from Thengil's lightning but realized that the bird's attention had gone back to the feline Sith. His feet were saved from the female's slash due to the avian able to toss him down to the ground.

Another contender had joined the fray and through the Force, Vitor could feel his power. There was certainly a gap between all of those fighting here and the man that had just arrived. The acolyte's attention was grabbed by what the female Jedi spoke of and he quickly figured out his next action plan. It would kill two birds with one stone.

Avendahl took a deep focusing breath, ignoring the back pain from the hard fall on the rough ground, and dashed at the female. His speed substantially increased thanks to the Force while time seemed to go slightly slower than in reality for him. This time he had a different plan. During his charge he focused on what he could see through the Force. Details that no technology could provide you with.

He knew his next move. Vitor feigned an overhead slash before while attempting to deactivate the Jedi's lightsaber with the Force, utilizing the feign as a distraction of that actual attack, before following up with a horizontal slash hoping that her blade would shut off and his own blue lightsaber would paint her in blood.

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[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] | [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Tyluko Dubykee"]​

 

[Viviana]

Anguish. The screams of the trees, of the animals who called them home, of the predators that roamed looking for a meal, they all screamed in unison as their territory burst into flame. Calder could feel it, and it sickened him. Every fiber in his being wanted to double over and get sick, but his mind would not let him. Before him was a demon. A being that could not be considered human, or anything like it. [member="Darth Carnifex"] was not Death, but an embodiment of pain.

It did not matter how, but the Beorni was going to stop him. His people would not be given the same fate as the forest so long as he still breathed. While the Sith talked, he gathered himself, prepared for what he knew would end in his death. He was outmatched, but he could still stop this man. With a roar Calder pushed himself off the ground, tackling for the Butcher without any care of the sword that would certainly puncture his flesh. As he did he called for the spirits, and they answered his call. To his hand came the Icehammer, and with no sense of self preservation he would bring the hammer down.

 

[Eugen Aker]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdvnJZsCzzY​

Plans to reinforce the ship walls changed as the Sith had managed to breech the city before her arrival. She broke off from the mechanized unit she had been following to return back to the city proper, where advanced Sith forces and their minions now rampaged.

Her armor was flight capable, but she opted to scale a building and begin sprinting along the rooftops for cover as she rushed toward a unit being overrun. The slate tiles groaned from the impact of her Force-enhanced steps, the Jedi's form a grey blur through the snow.

The taint of dark energy was strong in the air from all the twisted beings present, but she knew had the right place as she saw red shafts in distance. She centered her focus the direction of the light, feeling the presence of Sith among the hordes of Graug on the street engaging Valkyri warriors and Rangers.

Graug, nasty things while under the command of a competent willful leader, but would quickly flee in panic without that direction. Closer, she could pick out who appeared to be their immediate commander, larger and more ornately adorned than the rest. That would be her first target.

With one great leap, she pushed off the corner of one building overlooking the street, sailing through the air right at the Graug commander.

Much too late, did he noticed the speeding armored ball of Jedi rushing toward him. Bewildered, he began to back peddle while raising his oversized handcannon to take aim in defensive fire.

Just as he pulled the trigger, she was already down beside him in a sliding crouch, the hail of explosive grapeshot whizzing through empty air where she had once been. The hard packed frozen earth cracked from the force of her hard landing.

Without missing a beat, she flicked her force pike sideways and stabbed the end through Graug's abdomen. The armor and underlying hide would glow white hot with the heat of electrical resistance for an instant before bursting apart like overcooked sausage. As she continued to drive the pike deeper into the Graug's gut, chunks of charred flesh would come blasting outward, leaving bloody splotches against her armor and everyone else in the nearby vicinity.

She pulled her pike away as she stood straight, and the Graug fell dead to the ground, nearly bisected at the midsection.

As expected, the attacks of the Graug in the area would falter as they witnessed their commander just being brutally dispatched by the Jedi. The tide would begin to turn in the favor of the Valkyri and Rangers with her assistance.

Now, that just left the Sith. There were one of them within view, feeling them turn their attention on her as she had slaughtered the Graug. She didn't wait for them to come to her, the killer bounding forward to meet them, radiating with gleeful murderous intent. She moved faster as she drew upon the Force again, the figures around her appearing to move in slow motion. She tagged a few Graug along the way, leaving a nice little lane of corpses in her wake.

The Sith stiffened in confusion. Never before had they encountered a Jedi so aggressive. The real woman under the pious mask of a Silver was of an older mold, originally a Jedi in truly dark times where massive interplanetary assaults like these was just a Tuesday. Under these conditions, many noble Jedi almost became vile as the Sith they hunted. Tyrants they became, but it was these tyrants that had help pull the galaxy out of the grip of 400 years of darkness. As darkness descended once more, they would rise again.

From a running start, she transitioned into a lunge, aiming for the Sith's helmeted head with a thrust of her pike. A deceptively simple maneuver that a novice Padawan bladesman may make, to prompt a specific response. As expected, the Sith made a downward block to bat her pike away and to the side, then immediately followed up with an upward slice for her exposed neck.

She brought her free hand up against her chest as if to block the incoming slash, but actually to catch the blade between the claws of her gauntlet as the twin beskar blades extended. She immediately twisted her arm outward to wrench away the hilt from the Sith's grasp.

Startled by the loss of their weapon, they couldn't react in time to Jadis slapping their inner thighs with her pike - that they had so helpfully positioned downward for her - to literally blow out their legs.

The disarmed and dismembered Sith gave out a nice loud bloodcurdling scream as they would begin to crumple to the ground, but she wasn't done with them. As she reeled her pike back, she jutted her elbow outward to project a focused blast of Force energy into their chest. They were rocked backward through the air, chestpiece warped, and sternum shattered.

They slammed into the walls of a house with a sickening crunch, then slid towards the ground a hot bloody mess.

If the Graug had been off-kilter after the death of their commander, then they were really flipping out now as the Sith with them had been taken down, too. Many started running off like Apokka with their heads cut off, roaring Valkyri in hot pursuit.

The scene turned quiet as a small victory had been achieved. She lowered her pike, approaching the dying Sith. As she came near, she could feel waves of hate rolling from the Sith for her, and for their own failure. But that anger would ebb away as it was replaced with the fear of death.

She stood over the Sith, watching quietly as they expired from this plane, to hopefully become one with the Force. She stood like that for several minutes until she could no longer see the struggled heaving of their chest. It was done.

In a bout of curiosity, she crouched down next to the fallen Sith to examine them. She pulled off their mask to find the blood-stained face of a young male, glassy blue eyes staring up lifelessly at the smoke-streaked sky. He couldn't have been older than 17 or 18.

She already had a good idea of his story already, some poor misguided youth that had been pumped up on the promise of power and glory. Now he had died alone on some icebowl of a planet at the edge of the galaxy, likely soon to be forgotten as a nobody as another foolish child jumped up to replace him. Such was the fate of those who lived by the sword.

While the Sith may be gone, their lightsaber could be trouble in the wrong hands. She summoned it to her free hand from the ground, then clipped onto her belt.

The street had mostly been cleared out thanks to her intervention, so she stood up, moving toward the next arena.

[member="Darth Prazutis]
[member="Coci Heavenshield]

(([member="Ignus"] if you still want to have a go at me on your alt, then I'm down. I'm been in the PvP mood as of late. Just come find me in the city.))

 

[Catherine Soja]

[member="Vitor Avendahl"] [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Tyluko Dubykee"]
Location: East gate

As she turned back the human sith was barreling back to her and she was forced to back up as she struck instead of blocking. Good thing she did as he turned her saber off and it was a faint and it still nearly caught her even as she backed up. Turning it back on she knew he had to be burning force powers out like mad soon, she continued her strategy of going defensive FORM 3 worked perfect, it's tight defensive efficient circles and twirls gave her easy blocking. However she needed to get back into an offensive set before too long she waited for him to grow frustrated however and get more aggressive.

[OOC: Sorry for delay yesterday was busy.]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: Tháinbroek West Gate
Objective: Take down Jedi
Allies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]
Enemies: [member="Lynn Nantaris"] | [member="Sorel Crieff"]
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Getting his bearing as Eldaah came to the battleground, Connor composed himself and stood beside her, watching the probe droids. His heart wasn’t in this battle – not for attacking the Silver Jedi, but the support offered had been overlooked and now he was here, outside the wall when he should have been in the city.

But then, he was struggling here, so facing more than one he would surely come undone.

His desire to aid had been misguided and his faith misplaced, and it showed in his confidence.

"Don’t play with fire, because you’ll get burned, Jedi. I have resources and allies far greater than the Silver Jedi have now. I urge you to go before we take you apart.”

Would he emerge a victor here? Maybe, but he wasn’t hopeful, but he couldn’t flee – he was no coward. He held the saber up, pointing towards Lynn.

"Back down.”

 

[Darth Carnifex]

He held aloft his baleful staff and a dark energy exuded from the Skull of Gaius Zhuta, reaching out to ensnare [member="Calder Icehammer"] with a constrictive grip that pinned the Beorni's massive body where he stood; frozen in a half-lunge.

"Tenacious, even in the face of death. A commendable attitude, but one that is ultimately futile."

His released his grip on his scepter, which continued to levitate in the air while maintaining the oppressive restraint being inflicted upon Calder, and he approached the gargantuan beast. A great conflagration raged behind them and served as the backdrop for the Dark Lord's slow advance, the licking flames reflecting on the Sith's bone-like armor. He angled his blade so that the point was positioned right at Calder's neck, but he only held it there.

"How easy it would be for me to plunge this blade deep into your flesh, your soul becoming one of thousands locked within. But no, I shan't kill you. Not yet at least. You will bear witness to the destruction of your world and then I will feast upon your soul."

The staff listed through the air before falling back into the Sith Lord's outstretched hand, and with a sweeping gesture he sought to send Calder careening off to the side towards the ruined wreck nearby.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Location: The West Gate
Objective: Keep Harrison alive
Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"]
Enemies: [member="Lynn Nantaris"]

Equipment: Lightsaber, Armor, 3 Probe Droids

"I don't think she is going to back down, but then... Jedi have a knack for foolhardiness," she stated as the girl he had been fighting remained mute. Two on one were never good odds, but if this Padawan had a master they were close to, then their time would be short before someone more powerful than either of them showed up. Best to deal with this one now, and leave the rest of the fighting to the other Sith present.

With that said, her free hand would flick up to unleash a spark of Force Lightning at her opponent. It wasn't necessarily aimed to injure her, but rather to distract her and move her blade out of place to defend against an attack from Connor. Eldaah wasn't about the vanity or ever felt the need to prove herself superior. She didn't care if she got the credit for a kill or capture. She had a mission and this would be the best way to complete it.

 

[Tyluko-Kai Kaimana]

Objective: Defend Midvinter
Location: Tháinbroek - East Gate
Allies: Silver Jedi | [member='Vitha Sat-thuron'] | [member='Catherine Soja'] | [member='Audren Sykes']
Enemies: Sith | [member='Vitor Avendahl'] | [member='Thengil Ri'Shajirr']

CLANG!!

Tyluko's body went numb as vibrations reverberated through his body as his sword met the Cathar's gauntlets. The Sith gripped the blade of the sword with a hold greater than that of a Krakana's bite. Tyluko's eyes connected with that of the Sith for a brief moment; he could see the primal rage and anger that burned within his enemies eyes. Before Tyluko could react he was suddenly being swung around as the Sith prepared to bludgeon him into the ground with his own weapon. Time seemed to slow down as Tyluko braced himself for what was going to be a devastating blow, one that could seriously injure him. However as the Cathar prepared to slam Tyluko into the ground, he could suddenly sense a massive energy burst rapidly approaching him and his adversary. As the Cathar began to swing the blade forward, Tyluko did the only thing he could think of; he let go. The force of the Cathar's inital forward motion with his sword allowed Tyluko to launch himself in a forward direction away from the Sith. Tyluko flew through the air before skidding against the frozen earth.

 

[Lynn Nantaris]

Location: Western Gate
Allies: [member="Sorel Crieff"]
Enemies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"] , [member="Connor Harrison"]
Gear: Badmother, The Rogue, Lynn's Armor

As the original attacker, Connor joined the other Sith he called Eldaah. He gave up the advantage of having them on opposite sides of of her to stand next to her. She didn't say much, but she did speak, "For a Sith you seem to want your enemy to back down a lot." She brought both her blades in front of her to guard herself. She felt her Master's presences, but she knew she would hold out longer if she wanted to defeat them. They were making this personal, attacking her Grandmasters' home world and bringing death to a peaceful place. She would not kill them, but it was time to stop holding back.

As the lightning ripped from the Sith's fingers she could hear the crackle of the electricity cutting through the air. She leveled both her blades at the lightning just like she saw Mace Windu do in one of her visions.....a more nightmareish ones. The lightning connected with both her blades and began to be absorbed into the saber. Due to the crystals in her personal saber it began to fuel her with the Force quicker than normal. It wasn't anything impressive, but she hadn't used much power yet so it was easily returning her to normal. That was, if she stood there long enough to take the full attack. As the lightning connected she channeled the Force into her legs using what she got from her saber to aid in the jump she would make. She lept over the attack with as much forward momentum and speed the Padawan could muster. She Landed behind the two sith and with a quick pivot she lunged with both her blades at their backs aiming to run them through.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixGw_6nDfO0

Location: Western Gate
Ally: [member="Lynn Nantaris"]
Potential adversaries: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"], [member="Connor Harrison"]
Gear: None

Sorel soon found Lynn’s position and she emerged from the White Current a short distance from the group she saw, wishing her impending presence to be as visual as possible. It was not posturing – but rather an opportunity for any dark siders to leave rather than engage. Once she drew her saber, there was the likelihood of death – and that was to be avoided wherever possible. But she knew her duty and would not shirk from fighting if she needed to.

And she spotted the former Silver Master first. She’d sparred with him back when she was a Padawan and had occasional dealings with him – but not latterly. Not since his descent to the dark side that ended in his leaving the Order under circumstances that were not, as far as she was aware, public knowledge. Regardless of his powers, he was an accomplished and vastly experienced duellist and had to be considered as a clear and present danger to Lynn and herself.

His companion she did not recognise but that did not mean she was any less deadly.

So she kept the Force close to her and advanced on the group, her sabers still clipped to her belt and her cloak now billowing behind her, so as to give unfettered access to her lightsabers – should she need them. And as she did, her Padawan neatly absorbed a Lightning attack and used the impetus to leap over the pair of attackers and probe their defences from behind.

And still Sorel did not run, but kept up her brisk pace that would bring her alongside the group in no time at all. If nothing else, her presence would distract them – which would give Lynn an edge.

 

[TB-705]

The East Gate

A blast of tremendous power slapped into Thengil like the backhand of a Rancor, picking him up and tossing him into the air like a rag doll. The Cathar's limbs flailed wildly for a moment as he hurtled skyward. His lungs refused to suck in air, breath knocked completely out of them, and he felt a grinding pain in his left ribs.

Panic rose in his throat, but the battle-scarred Sith shoved it back down, trampling over it with sudden rage.

Lessons learned long ago reared their heads.

How does a Sith approach the Force, Ri'shajirr? Humbly, with heart open, asking the Force to use them for its will, as if it has some grand plan for them? No, that is the Jedi way. They wait for their fates, but we are Sith. We seize our destinies. Jedi ask "How can the Force use me?" Sith ask "How can I use the Force?" The dark side is simply a philosophy, a path of powers for the enhancement of self. To reach the pinnacle of self-worth, is this not a noble goal?

Thengil reached out and fed upon the power of the Dark Side, twisting through the fatelines as he hurtled high through the air. Muscles remembered strength. He reached out even as the giant avian swung past, and sought to collide into her, grabbing her by the wings, talons, or head as he past.

If he failed, he would tumble past and land atop the ramparts of the East Gate.

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[Arnor Oathkeeper]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2hRTLdvdnk​

On a hill, overlooking the City of Tháinbroek...

Midvinter stirs. The denizens of this ancient world, big and small, sentient and non-sentient lifeforms alike, can feel her summoning those who would call her 'home', for she has for the first time in her long history come under attack. The earth itself was being threatened, and for the spiritually attuned Beorni this was the most grievous offense. Their way of life often preached of peace and humility, ever seeking diplomatic and non-violent ways to end conflict. But with the Great Mother coming under siege by followers of the Dark not of this world, the Beorni - though few in numbers - have mustered for war, for there will be no mercy shown to those who would harm she from whom all things are born.

Massive suits of armour forged by the most skilled blacksmithing hands are donned, and so with great speed and all-important purpose did the mustered army of bear-men thunder across fields and mountainranges without food or rest under the command of Arnor, sworn defender of his people and the earth they walk on. Few of their kind has ever set foot on the mainland since their exile at the hands of the first Valkyri High King, and while for many those millennia-old wounds were still too recent to simply forgive, Arnor could not help but relish the new sights only spoken of in ancient tales when Beorni and Valkyri walked side by side in peace.

Long and arduous proved their trek, but when they finally stood upon the crest of the hill overlooking the siege of the great city of Tháinbroek they knew their arrival was most needed, for the enemy was at the gates and had even gotten forces inside the walls. Part of the white bear scoffed at the Valkyri notion of thinking high walls would keep them safe, for a determined and cunning enemy would always find ways around them. Arnor took in the sheer number of assailants with a scowl before turning to his brothers-in-arms, raising his massive warhammer into the air while addressing them in the old language:

"Midvinter burns, and so through her suffering she calls to her those who would punish those responsible. The Beorni have ever been her faithful; the first of her children. Old are the wounds between Beorni and Valkyri, and with time these wounds have been allowed to deepen and fester, but I say now begins the time of healing! Our brothers of old stand defiant against the forces of darkness, doing their part to protect the ground we walk on. Now we shall do ours!" He turns to face the besieged city once more. "Hear us, Great Mother! We answer your call for aid in this dark time!" He now dons his helmet, completing the picture of a being utterly covered from head to toe in full plate armour. "TO THE KING!" With a choir of deafening roars the hulking beasts charge down the hillside in formation, their weapons sheathed as they drop onto all fours for maximum speed. The ground quakes at their combined advance, telling of the fury of their intent.

The enemy would upon turning to face them be greeted by the terrifying sight of a thousand steel-clad living tanks roll down the hill with a cloud of snow at their heels, as if they were the bringers of storms. So ferocious was their charge that those caught by it got trampled into the cold earth, crushed beneath the combined weight of steel and muscle, and those not caught under their heel were tossed aside with great force as if naught but air. With a loud roar Arnor rose from his charge once deep into the enemy ranks, ripping his first victim into grizzly chunks of meat before bringing out his warhammer to grind the bones of Midvinter's foes into dust, able to take down whole groups of them at a time.

The Beorni waded into the Sith forces with primal rage, not giving them a chance to regroup to face this new threat. Their intent was to clear the perimeter around the walls before moving into the city, granting the Valkyri defenders time to focus their efforts on the forces on the inside. There would be no mercy for these outsiders unworthy of treading Midvinter soil.