Public The Great Snow War

[Darth Halitus]

On the planet Hoth, many a snow man was erected and tortured by generations in acts of barbarity:

The torment of the Snow Peoples lead to a vergence in The Force, the dark side opened a doorway to the Snowflake King:

A being of immense power that gave life to the Snow Peoples and turned them into an army to strike back at the tormentors, using snow balls and other “unnatural” methods.

Now as many head to Hoth to enjoy the Holiday Season, few have been informed of this new Snow menance which makes skirmishes on The Rebel Base, and Village Sqaure from the Ice Castle in the far East of the planet.

Objective I: Protect The Base

The Snow Golems have been plaguing the base in their ice battalions. Safeguard The Base at all costs or the wrath of the avalanche of Snowmen will fall!

Objective II: Assault On The Ice Castle

The Laire of The Ice King is the Head of the Snowflake that must be pulverized! Join The Siege and end the Snow Menance by defeating It’s King!

Objective III: Shopping Troubles

Snow Urchins have been stealing from shops and some of Snow Thieves have committed crimes that need solving. Round up the Flake felons and solve the crimes as you enjoy shopping and hot cocoa.

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TAG: Asonia Tsavio Akela Ru Zenva Vrotoa Darth Sarlaac Matsu Ike Ulic Indominus Kun

 

[Ulic Indominus Kun]

Objective I: Defend The Base

TAG: OPEN

Darth Kun’s ship came into orbit of Hoth, and a pod was launched to the surface. It hurled towards the mound of snow near The Rebel Base which stirred with personal as The Snow Golems and Flake Infantry began the assault. The massive Golems of powders growled as they hurled great balls of snow the size of starfighters, one landed near a turrent that fired its canon punchinf a hole through the arm of the mighty Snow Golem. It growled as it launched snother ball hitting five soldiers who cried out.

Lord Kun ejected from his pod and snapped his garnet blade to life, he saw the battle breaking out as snow balls flew and blaster fire hurled in red streaks. The Sith Apprentice raised his wrist gauntlet and communicated with His Master,

“I am planet side.. I shall make you proud My Master!”

The Sith Apprentice charged three Snowmen who wielded icicle tipped spears, he cut through them and swung upward to severe the ball head with its twig eye brows, nose, and coal eyes. The Warrior spun in a cidcle sweep to hew down more Snow Soldiers, befofe dropping into a trench with Base Defenders who looked at his red blade with alarm.

“Do not worry.. we have a common enemy, I am here to help.”

A snow ball hit The Heir of Kunn the face, it was a yellow hue.

“Argh!”

He leapt up and cut more Snowmen at the lower Ball that they wobblee on, some of them fell into trenchs and grabbed defenders who screamed,

“Help! They are so cold! Help!”

The Sith turned to see several Defenders knocked out and their clothing stolen save their pajamas. This made the Apprentice angey as he pointed his free hand and called a current of lightning to fry five Snowmen who poofed into powder and flakes.

More Giant Golem Snow Beasts hurled great blocks of snow at the base as turrents fired at them, puncturing holes that let you see through them to the snowy hills or blue sky. Some Snow Speeders made a run and fired at one Golem, causing it to crumb into the powder below. Darth Kun held his burning red blade to his side and watched the great red beams strike down yhe mammoth snow beast.

Taking a breath he charged a fresh batch of Powerdins, sweeping his blade through them, causing them to fall into snow and rise again in a new contingent. The Sith Apprenrice paused,

“Oh not good!”

 

[Darth Sarla]

Objective III: Shopping Troubles

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The Devil’s Handmaiden had to drag her Mistress aboard The Archon which was outfitted for this Winter Vacation. Sarla was concerned how many rotations since Zenva Vrotoa had gone on holiday, and so the Ruby Skinned Minx convinced her to go to Hoth. The planet was frigid, but perhaps some time away from the Domo’s normal haunts would do her good.

The Zeltron was thrilled as she piloted The Archon towards Hoth space, the star map glowing before her as she turned to see her Mistress seated beside her. Baroness Footman Droids walked about behind them tending to things.

“We need some Life Day music!”

She turned on the radio channel and got,

“Rudy the Rednose Kybuck! Had a very shiny nose!”

Sarla let out a cry,

“Oh we should add red noses to the nose of our ship when we land on Hoth!”

The Ruby Skinned Pilot had made a titled emerald green har with a bell dangling from curly point that looked like a Death Star.

“I have the holiday spirit! Come on Zenvy, sing along!”

She motioned her arms in a dance next to The Domo, trying to get her to join in the Holiday Cheer. Despite that her Domo had the primary color of Life Day as her skin color, she wasn’t exactly the most holly jolly of people, she was a Zabrak after all. Sarla was the opposite, Zeltrons were prone to love, passion, and jubilant behavior. Life Day was her favorite holiday, and the season leading up to it was a magical time.

She sang out loud,
“ho-ho the Musta-toe!”

Sarla was getting carried away in the music, and received a signal as they approached The Ice Planet.

TRANSMISSION:

“Warning! The Chill Toll is catastrophic! Snowmen negotiations have failed, the Ambassadors are missing!”

INTERRUPTING MESSAGE

“That was the test of emergency signal, please come and enjoy Hothy Village and enjoy shopping and nice cup of cocoa!”

Sarla squealed,

“Cocoa! My favorite!”

The Archon descended towards a quaint village where it landed on a ice sheet forged into a landing pad by ice sculptors. The ramp lowered, and Sarla stepped into the cold and breathed that crisp air, her exhale a puff of smoke shaped vapor.

She turned back to the cockpit and said,

“Come on! We have Life Day shopping to do!”

A group of Porgs with miniature red scarfs and caps walked by cooing. The Zeltron wanted to pick them up ans hug them, which she did. They let out that cutesy cry of “arwrrrrr!”

 

[Matsu Ike]

An attack on Hoth.... Jend-Ro Quill was likely one to have words or advice. THe ice world a place few others went to as she used the eye of the grandmaster to observe and search out. Something was there and it was making the systems themselves react with a strong force presence. She would debate what to do when she got closer to it. "Set destination for Ahch-To." The gatekeeper of the high plane stood there massive in size and was setting the course a representation of the planes AI itself. She moved back and sent a message to the crotchety jedi master who might answer... worse case scenario she went herself... best case if there was danger there was someone who might be back up.

 

[Asonia Tsavio]

Objective II: The Ice Castle

The Jedi Starfighter zoomed across the icy planet and sat down at an outpost, where some Mandalorians and Arc Troopers had assembled. The Togruta opened her class cock pit and climbed out in a fur lines coat:

The Padawan Learner approached a Mando silver armor with teal strips.

“What is the situation?”

The Mando raising his T-shaped helm to look at the Togruta replied,

“The canyon is the only pass to the Castle and if has batteries and traps. I sent some troopers in and a great Ball of Powder collected them right off into a underground cave.”

Asonia sighed,

“Have you tried a bombardment of fighters?”

The Mando nodded,

“We sent a Snow Speeder, when it got close to the castle, all its systems went dark and it fell from the sky.”

The Masterless Padawan held her cold hand to her chin.

“Hmmm.. so its guarded from the air and the main pass is boobytrapped. You mentioned a cave is where some troopers fell in, perhaps there is an underground system?”

The Mando nodded.

“There seems to be a path beneath that leads straight to the castle, however.. there is a problem.”

Asonia eyed the Mando with her big eyes.

“Problem?”

The Mando nodded,

“Wampas.. the caves are full of them.”

The Togruta Jedi sighed.

“So this source of these Snow troubles has created a perfect defense grid..”

The Mandalorian nodded.

“Our forces a minimal, the rest are guarding the Base which is being besieged day and night. If it falls, we then are on our own.”

The Jedi placed her hands at her waist as she looked at the pass. Choices.. air was ruled out, the pass and underground caves was the only way forward. She wished Akela Ru was here, she’d think of something unorthodox, when Asonia was orthodox personified.

 

[Darth Halitus]

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Objective II: Ice Castle

Inside the Ice Castle, great mirrored walls of thick ice rose and in the courts Snow People rode on their sleds and lower trunks, all were stirring as their King was in the great Incicle Tower, there he swirled his hands of floating finger shards of frost and conjured more legions that he sent on march towards The Outpost and Base, his glowing yellow eyes burning with cruelest hate.

The suffering of his people had made The King’s fury grow, he downed speeders and built great Golems of Snow to besiege the cryophobic people. In the nearby village his cirizens asserted their right to finer things by pilfering valuables. The accursed Holiday had drawn many to Hoth and made him call forth a blizzard.

“Flake to flake, ice to ice, ruin their merriment with your snowfall chariots!”

The wind howled and great storm began to cloud the sky, The King with his crystal crown that floated stood and watched as his work descended on the holiday invaders. He going down a great staircase of ice, its teal and white he came to the great throne room where all assortmenf of his people assembled, they dressed in red mittens, and blue scarfs, all of them cheerful. A Guard with spiked icicle shoulders protruding out of snow arms approached The Frost King.

“Your Highness, our scouts have reported the arrival pf Cryophobes who bear hot blades and powers..”

The King turned, his yellow floating eyes fixed on the Guard.

“What powers?”

The Guard replied,

“One is said to have caste a storm of lightning from their hand..”

The King squinted,

“So they have sorcerers.. be careful in engaging them. Tell the legions to wait for cover of the Blizzard and then do a paradrop behind lines.. we shall see how strong these snowhaters are..”

The Guard bowee his head,

“Yes Sire.”

The King watched as his people mingled in joy, sheltered from cruel hands and the dangers of the sun. He would do all in his power to protect them, for he had given life to them and sought to make redress of the many grievances the Holiday folk had committed. When he was finished, Hoth would be closed to offworlders and a paradise for the Snow Horde alone.

TAG: Asonia Tsavio Zenva Vrotoa Matsu Ike Ulic Indominus Kun

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Objective III
Attire : {x} Shield : {x} Eye Wear : {x}
Weapons : Hidden Blade {x} Hidden Pistol : {x}
Tags : Darth Sarlaac Open​

Zenva turned side to side before a massive mirror in her cabin aboard the Archon, admiring the intricate patterns her Footman had stitched into her newest outfit. She paused to fit the black fur hat that accompanied the outfit onto her head before turning several more times. Finally she grabbed the matching black muff that served in place of gloves, and quickly slipped a pair of weapons inside it. "I look absolutely ridiculous." She growled as she stared at her reflection. Her blood red skin and coal markings contrasted oddly in her eyes with the deep forest green and black furs of her clothing.

"I don't get this holiday." Sighing and shaking her head, she turned and strode towards the bridge with her typical saunter, displaying a confidence she just didn't have. This entire endeavor seemed outlandish at best to the Zabrak. Not that she didn't understand Gods and ceremony, it just that hers had always been rituals of blood and battlefields. Still, her Sarla had been insistent, and for some reason, the Crime Lord relented. The two would "vacation" on Hoth for some gods forsaken reason.

Sliding into a seat beside her Sith companion, one hairless eyebrow quirked up in a questioning expression as Sarla sang. Again the Zabrak's head shock, utterly baffled by the effervescent attitude of her Handmaiden. A half-hearted chuckle escaped her coal painted lips. "I absolutely will not sing along. You're completely ridiculous."

Transmissions popped in and out as the Archon decended towards the planet's surface. The exuberant Zeltron continued to sing and dance in her seat as she directed towards the designated landing platform. She followed after the Sith, rolling her eyes and chuckling as the pink woman excitedly exited the ship. "Absolutely ridiculous. Holy chit!" She exclaimed sharply, interrupting herself as she recoiled from the icy wind.

A hand quickly shot up to pull her fur hat down tightly across her horn crowned head. An instant later both her hands disappeared into the fur muff she now had pressed firmly against her stomach. "Holy fething chit, Sarla! You didn't say anything about it being cold enough to kill me!" A dark scowl settled on the Zabrak woman's sharp features as she marched after her Handmaiden. Her golden Footman Droid trailing behind her without comment.

 

[Darth Sarla]

As her Domo said ahe did not get the holiday, Sarla chimed,

“Its the most wonderful time of the year!”

The Chill of the planet was delightful to the Zeltron who felt it on her smooth Ruby skin, she was black coat with red furr, the Porgs she had squeezed ran aboit with others like penguins, their furr black on white in contrast to the brown and bronze of those on Achch-To.

When Zenva complained of dying from the bitter cold, she replied,

“That is why I brought you here my Domo to put you on ice!”

The Zeltron let out a hearty laugh, and turned back to yhe grumpy Zabrak.

“I jest.. I better be careful, I do not want to get on St. Bendu’s Naughty List!”

Sarla was in a giddy mood, the holiday brought it out of her, perhaps like how it brought the grumbles out of Zenva. The truth is each species responded differently to the Life Day Spirit. Some welcomed it, others recoiled from it.

Ahead was a great village astir with revelers caroling and all assortment of peoples buying goods, some were Rodians in green, some Dravorians in red, and Twi’leks in blue. Then she saw a Tativity, showing a Woman who they called Mother Shimi, a man with a beard named Jinn, and a boy called Ani, The Chosen One. The Boy was laying in a Podracer shaped manger.

Bells rang and chimed as stores flooded with people buying presents, and Sarla looked inside a window a steaming mettle vats making hot chocoa and assorted pastries.

“Domo, come! Lets warm you up with the best treat this side of the galaxy! Hot Chocoa!”

TAG: Zenva Vrotoa

 

[Suka Tsavio]

FIRST DRAFT to save it, Editing.

Objective II: Siege of the Ice Castle

Suka scanned the landscape with her newly acquired binoculars. Her best Friend and sidekick Owlee sat upon her shoulder waiting to get his orders where to fly a “spyby “ for a detailed look. Owlee loved doing this kind of spying as he loved to do low flybys that he could skim the snow with his feet as he winged in. He relished seeing how low he could fly and at the same time throw small sheets of snow up in the air with his wing tips into enemies eyes so they could no longer see if he needed good protection. He always called the move his “snow-blinder” move. This move was used for his low gleeful snow skimming flight tactics. Owlee had to be precise in his altitude to do the snow skim just right.
Today seemed extra dangerous in regards to possible enemy attacks as the snow was sitting against a grey sky back drop, rendering the scenery into a black and white scene as in a black and white photograph! Owlee would have to concentrate very hard to spot movement and catch any enemy activity at play. After all the enemy was snow men ruled by a sorcerer from the North Pole. He was always trying to take over new territory to enlage his kingdom around Hoth. Now he was in Suka’s realm FlurryHills where people lived to roam and play in their sleds and on ice skates. The birds around Flurrylandv were of the variety of birds that inhabited the snowy planet and were similar to eagles, hawks, penguins, and night owls. They were cross bred predator birds and such. Owlee had become Suka’s endeared comrade when she found him as a just hatched mutant baby eaglet-owl called a owl wag.
These two birds were cross bred by the past sorcerer that ruled in the northwest regions of Hoth. They were able to fly and fight as a predator bird day or night with the warlike predator abilities of an eagle and acute eyesight of an owl. Owlee was at death’s door when Suka first found him wet and chilled as a hatching. Now they had returned to see the he state of Owlee’s birth on planet.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Objective III
Attire : {x} Shield : {x} Eye Wear : {x}
Weapons : Hidden Blade {x} Hidden Pistol : {x}
Tags : Darth Sarlaac Open​

The Zeltron's joke earned her an obviously sarcastic smile, and a mocking little chuckle. Zenva rolled her eyes as the pair continued their walk down towards the festive little village laid out before them. "You realize my people have no body hair, right? And if you make a single comment about my body fat ratio, I'll turn your spine off." Zenva dodged around a group of people welcoming the two ruby aliens to their cute little town, pressing her shoulder against Sarla's as they walked. "I really could freeze to death."

All around them people were in a celebratory mood. Some sang, others were even dancing, children ran free and happy. The sounds of merriment and excitement filled the cold air all around them as the moved. To all appearances it seemed a happy little village in the ice and snow.

For a long time Zenva said nothing, her caustic yellow-red eyes taking in details that most people would overlook. She watched alleyways, and rooftops. Carefully studying those that got too close, and anyone who's hands she couldn't readily see. Ever watchful of the next attempt on her life.

Abruptly Sarla pulled away to gaze in the window of a shop. Zenva's hairless eyebrow rose in a clearly distrustful expression as she looked at the so called greatest treat this side of the galaxy. "Is that mud? It looks like boiling mud." She remarked, struggling to hold back a smile. Cold as her hearts were, even Zenva wasn't immune to the enthusiasm of her Handmaiden. Stupid pheromones, she mused to herself as the two entered the store. "Sarla, we're alone, you don't have to use my titles."

 

[Darth Sarla]

When Zenva Vrotoa mentioned no body hair and fat to body ratio, her eye sparkled, she whispered in The Zabrak’s ear,

“Your smooth hairless skin is one of my favorite things about you. As for the fat..” she squeezed her hand, “it’s just right.” Sarla wasn’t kidding, she loved Zenva’s red and black skin, and an excuse to touch it as she lead her into the purveyor of hot chocolate was more than she could habe dreamed, already her Life Day wish had come true.

Three great chrome tranks dispensing the “mud” as her Domo called it had steal rising to the tan wood paneling roof. Bothan Baristas began to mix the cocoa with creme, and add marshmellows. The Zeltron found a table for two, and bid Zenva sit,

“Sorry.. it’s habit.. I am use to addressing you in front of your subjects. Would you like something besides Hot Cocoa Zenva?” She loved saying that name, if made her heart flutter. Whither her pheromones reacted to her Devil out of genuineness or because of programming, The Zeltron did not care. She loved her grouchy Zabrak gal. She secretly relished her comments that chaffed against her sunny notes, she so wanted to kiss Zenva, but was shy, so the hand holding had to do for public display of affection. If Zenva did not feel the same, she could pass the behavior off as keeping her warm. Sarla would take whatever her Domo would give, if it was platonic then so be it, but something more.. she wanted more, to show her appreciation for all this Devil had done for her. Certainly her saber was pledged, but she also wished to show her affection, for the Zeltron gravitated to her Lady with magnetism that almost made her faint. But what mattered is whatever Zenva would gift was enough, if a smile, she would cherish it in her heart, a touch of her hand even only to keep warm, then she would welcome it, anything was a treasure to Sarla who was head over heels, and yet did her best to control her impulse, she after all did not want to be presumptuous, she had no certainty of Zenvy’s feelings, who normally wore her unique tech mask.

A droid brought a silver tray with two steaming cups of cocoa, the first round was a gift from proprietor in honor of the Season.

Sarla took a whiff and raised the chrome mug up to sip, and when she drew it from her lip it left a white and brown mustache above her upper lip, She smiled at Zenva making it look like she had two mouths, one painted on by cocoa.

 

[Degato Withers]

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Onjective II: The Ice Castle

The Thick Ice Fortress was quiet, most of courtiers had retreated to their nooks to sleep and the blizzard that howled outside made the way for the Parasnowmen to descend upon The Rebel Base, when outside im the great flakes that fell was a figure that moved through white plains, his coat matching the powder and his blue hair like the deep ravines of ice that acted as moat around the The Castle.

Coming to the ice bridge he found several Guards who drew ice pikes in the shape of stalagmites. They floated over the ice towards Him and with a snap of his index and thumb fingers, the two froze and then speared one another repeatedly as they broke into ice grains. Once inside The Visitor made his way through the great hall, the assortment of guards all went from animated Snowmen to liquid pouring on the floor, only their scarfs, carrot noses, and button eyes left behind in puddles.

Upon his throne The Frost King sat in a stupor when he saw water trickle towards the base of his throne, his floating yellow sickle eyes peering down at it, when looking up he saw Man in White.

“Who the Hail are you? Guards!”

Degato smiled mischievously,

“They have all melted.. before you summon more of your powdered creations, I wish to introduce myself, I am Degato Withers, and I am your Father.”

The Living Abyss began to chuckle,
“Muwhahahaha.. that sounded rather corny, to think one of the most famous Lords of the Sith said it..”

The Frost Kimg rose with his sharp icicle claws.
“I am King of this world! You had no hand in my making! I am the avenger of..”

He felt his neck begin to melt, his crescent eyes dancing to snd fro as his fingers fell and evaporated.

“I Degato am your Maker! I summoned you into this realm to bring undue suffering during this merry time. You will help me build my masterpiece with your crystal head or I will promote one of your less clear subordinates to the task..”

The Frost King held his already melting other hand out to beseech the Wound let him be. Degato obliged, and allowed the now deformed King a moment of peace. The Ice Monarch placed his hands in icy floor, calling it uo to restore what was lost in his liquid clear blood om the floor,
“What do you want?”

Degato smirked,
“Among the holiday revelers is several candidates for my greatest work.. you will help me test them so that I may choose one.”

The Snow Sire scoffed,
“Test how?”

Degato laughed in response, it was a maniacal and disturbing laugh that filled the castle and shook the ice chandelier hanging above the throne.