Watch Out [Primeval v.s. Silver Watch]

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

"Prepare to March,"

The words sent a jolt of excitement through the tall Vahlacanthix. She plucked the helmet of her chosen armour from between her legs and placed it over her head. The snugness of armour brought her an indescribable comfort. While the protection was certainly a part of it, there was something more. She felt at home in a suit for battle. Much like she felt home in the chaos of bloodshed. That part was a family trait. The Zambranos were eager bloodletters, and Joycelyn was her father's daughter.

"Sister."

A smile was on Joyce's face as she extended a hand in the direction of Evaelyn with her fingers balled up into a loose fist, except her pinkie finger. That one was extended expectantly. Hoping to receive its twin and lock in an age-old greeting. It was a promise, one that did not need to be voiced. It was written in Joyce's eyes: We fight, we live, we die - together.

In the back of her mind, a prayer to the Goddess of their mother played in repeat. It brought her courage and unlocked the fury inside. It was a prayer for war and an age of ruin.

Mother Vahl, yours is the fire and the blood.

[member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] [member="Krest"] [member="Boethiah"] [member="Orkamaat"] [member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] [member="Ebon"] [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Jada Raxis"] [member="Vhaeri"] @IThinkThatWasEveryone

 

[Evaelyn Zambrano]

Orders were issued. Promises were made. Commanders would have their talks, make their threats, deliver their demands. Evaelyn knew only war. For what purpose and to what outcome would yet be determined. She had answered a call. Now she would be unleashed.

Like her sister, Evaelyn too put on her helmet. The fierce blue hair vanished as she became another well-armoured suit ready to wreak some havoc.

"Sister."

Elyn answered [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]. She could see it underneath the helmet, but there was a familiar smirk there. Though Joy did not see it, she knew her sister would know that it was there. Elyn reached out a hand in Joy's direction, mimicking the same move and completing the gesture. Their pinkie fingers locked. Fight, live, dive - together. Perhaps they would honour their father with a touch of kill, maim, burn while they were at it.

Soon they would land. Soon Rhen Var would know of the Dark Side.

 

[Jada Raxis]

| [member=Krest] | [member=Boethiah] | [member="Ebon"] | [member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Orkamaat"] |

To the walls she marched. The Sentinels and herself had received the dispatch and made to depart immediately fro the Citadel. again she fell in behind the cloaked warriors, nothing but a shadow in their midst. Each step she took she practised her mindfulness, observing every square inch of her surroundings. The gray stone, the small chips on the stone, the rough texture and the impurities and veins of ore within the stone itself.

For several minutes as she walked she practised, building her focus, and centering herself in the chaotic vortex of darkness that had fallen. She became lighter, and her skin began to glow ever slightly whiter. Her sense were sharper and her resolve grew taller and taller. The force surrounded and bound all living things, and right now she was letting it flow through her as a river flowed through a canyon.

When they breached the main doors to the wall her breath began to frost and she felt an instant pins and needles numbing at the tips of her fingers. The harshness of this place invigorated her, as did it invigorate all Echani. A little pain was good for the soul, it toughened one up.

"We're here Lord Commander. What's the situation?"

 

[Zak Dymo]

The youngling threw his hands in the air.

Seriously!? He went to all that trouble to make breakfast to share, and everybody was just gonna skip the most important meal of the day?

It was chit like this that gave credibility to the media fear-mongering about the War on Waffles.

...okay, so he'd made that up just now. For starters, how cool did that sound? The War on Waffles. It was like War of the Worlds... for breakfast! Secondly, who just left a plate of waffles like that? I mean, WHO DOES THAT!? You know who does that? [member="Théodred Heavenshield"], that's who. And don't complain to me when you're hungry and it's not lunch yet.

And, just think, maybe the Primeval-y peoples just wanted waffles. Then they could all just be sitting around with waffles, instead of standing up on walls in the cold and the snow and the cold and the wind and the more cold...

If violence wasn't the answer, maybe waffles was.

...okay, okay, Théo was already halfway out the door and telling Zak to join him. So just one more.

Ask not what your waffles can do for you, but what syrup YOU can put on your waffles!

There, now he was done.

Picking out the strawberries and toastios, the Nautolan chucked a disc-like waffle patty into his mouth, holding it in his teeth as he went running in circles looking for for his clothes. Like most younglings, Zak tended to leave a trail of them when he came in from outside. He found his gloves by the door, his jacket on the floor, and a boot near the breakfast room.

Yes, boot. As in singular.

Munching down the waffle, the young Nautolan scrambled through the interior of the citadel to find the matching boot. Then started getting dressed. Tugging on the boots, pulling on the jacket, then fighting to get the gloves on both hands. There! Now he was ready to go play in the snow... er, man the wall.

Spoiler: Zak dressed for winter

Short legs moving in a flurry of activity, the boy made a beeline for the exit where Théo had disappeared out into the snow. The boy made it to the threshold, feeling the cold air hit him when he realized...

He had to go to the bathroom!

Turning around, the boy hopped back inside the citadel and started shedding clothes again as he ran for the refresher.

[member="Jada Raxis"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Boethiah"] | [member="Krest"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"]​

 

[Isar]

Those on the wall saw a most curious sight.

What appeared to be a lone, diminutive ursine wandered toward them.

"Whatsat?" muttered one of the Watch.

"Eh, probably some local wildlife."

"Yeh? Then why's it comin' straight toward us?"

Indeed, the creature's waddle did not diverge as it made a beeline for the fortification. A keener eye and a sharper mind might have picked it out for an Ewok, snow and frost lay thickly over brown fur.

After a few more steps, Warok - for it was of course he - stopped. Eyes black as tar pits glowered at the Silver's bulwarks. Silly people, always hiding from nature. Did they not know that in the end the storms of the wild always won?

He stood there and began to chant in a creole of ancient tongues: massassi, ewokese and dathomiri.

Distant thunder rumbled.

[member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]

 

[Dezoti]

"Huh. Invasion, or something." Blue eyes of the Zabrak stared up at the sky. This storm wasn't natural, that was for sure. Too bad he didn't have a mic to let the others know. Next time he'd be sure to keep that on him. Deep down Krest knew there was gonna be a fight, and soon. With a groan the man shrugged off his thick blanket and stand in just the normal arctic clothing.

Well, with maybe an extra layer or two.

It was there that Krest would stand, pulling out Templar's Edge. They would be here soon enough.

[member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"]

 

[Boethiah]

The Cathedral-class would land outside their enemy's fortress, they couldn't simply land upon the fortified structure, unfortunately. The hangar doors for the troop bay mourned as the two halves parted, exposing those inside to the bitter cold of the world they met. Troops from the Golden Banner, and Gulandi Warriors, and other sects of the Primeval's various forces poured forward with a mixture of tanks, walkers, and other weaponry they could spare. It was hardly a military formation, but they were formidable and led by champions.

Boethiah remained at the rear, "Take this world... If they surrender, bring them to me..." She spoke over the army.

From here, the battle lied in the hands of their champions. The sisters Joycelyn and Evaelyn Zambrano were a worthy duo, proving troublesome for any who'd seek them out in battle. As well; the ever clever [member="Warok the Defiler"] was already on the move. [member="Ebon"] had much to prove, but his past and recent actions have showed a promising student in the ways of the force. A warrior he certainly was. The others she did not know of, would have much to prove as well. She saw a victory in her eyes, and she would soon have it...

[member="Ebon"] | [member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Orkamaat"] | [member="Auswyn Nothrael"] | [member="Jada Raxis"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Vhaeri"] | [member="Krest"]