@[member="Darth Vulcanus"], @[member="Jorus Merrill"], @[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
As had been clearly said Siobhan was using telekinesis not telepathy. Since she had no reason to try and talk to the Space Ork Lord the latter would have been thoroughly useless for her. Moreover, she did not have the talent for it. Telekinesis, by contrast, was the art of moving things with your mind, something she excelled at.
As for pyrokinesis, by now she was very familiar with it. Her dead lover and teacher, the Eldorai Jedi Knight Adril Tythorin - 'Jedi' used very loosely, as she had been just as much a bad one as Siobhan - had been a pyromancer, prone to creating firestorms. Or just incinerating pieces of paper when she was annoyed, which happened quite frequently! More seriously Siobhan had withstood the firestorms unleashed by the great dragon Jhaega in the meta-heavy matrix event thing and faced the great dragon whom the Bando Gora worshipped, beating their dark god with its own wings. Naturally that did not change the fact that getting consumed by a stream of magma would not just bloody hurt but probably result in getting fried. Siobhan would have fallen into a pit of lava after her telekinetic might had torn apart the Bando Gora city along with their Prophet Abaddon if Maelion Liates had not saved her.
She felt the ripples in the Force that heralded the powerful shockwave shooting towards her, of sufficient strength to rip and tear the earth asunder as if shaken by quakes. The master of telekinesis, called Mistress Earthshaker in certain, ahem, circles, was very familiar with force explosions, waves and the like, having a tendency to be concussively unkind to her opponents. As the wave came crashing towards and the ground was torn she stayed calm, focused, not a hint of fear emanating from her as she stretched out the open palm of her bionic hand, power coursing through it as she harnessed the Force.
Then she lashed out, unleashing a tidal wave of force energy that she sent crashing against the Graug's shockwave to smash into and override it. The ground was shaken by powerful tremors as the waves clashed, air currents shifted into strange shapes and trees were shaken in the wind, here and there a few smaller ones even keeled over, throwing up earth as she sent her wave shooting right towards the Dark Lord and the space orks. The power level being of sufficient strength to punch through the hull of a battleship and, as Siobhan liked to put it, 'make a door', as she had actually done on a number of occasions. All fuelled by her singular will to destruction, to send her opponents sprawling and crush them completely and utterly. Debris that was in the path of the force wave was gathered and sent flying through the air towards the space orks. The collision of force energy threatened to thrust her back though she braced and grounded herself, despite feeling a very sharp pain as it hit her, a feeling that something had been broken, like a rib or two, her breathing coming out more laboured though she held her ground.
Feeling a prickling in the Force, even as she sent the wave cascading back, she gathered the Force to strengthen her muscles and then leapt into the air, very, very high. It was not a moment too soon for a stream of magma shot out from a crack in the ground, evidently seeking to consume her, but she was shooting upward to greater heights as her telekinetic prowess propelled her. However, she did not emerge unscathed for the tip of the magma stream still managed to hit her, specifically her legs and she grit her teeth, biting down upon her tongue as she felt a searing, burning pain overtake her. As the heat surged through her and in sections her heavy armour began to melt under the pressure as the magma seemed to go through it like a hot knife through butter, though it kept her from getting her limbs burnt, she called upon the energies of the Force to wrap herself in its protective embrace. Where the plates of her armour covering her bionic leg were melted the synthflesh was burnt strongly to reveal the durasteel beneath, evidently damaging it and obviously impeding her mobility for when she would need to walk and her foot was badly scorched by burns, two mechanical toes melted altogether under the pressure. Her face was contorted with pain into an expression of rage, her bionic eye flashed.
With smoke coiling off her armour she shot up further into the sky. Force flight was a power she had been investing time and training in since her short term as Exarch of the Protectorate. Obviously it was rather energy intensive and in a way also made her a target, but by now she was capable of sustained flight. She felt a strong rage and rather than trying to suppress it let fuel her, along with her pain. In the eyes of Siobhan anger could be a weapon, if properly harnessed and unleashed at the right moment. Be the eye in the hurricane. Of course, it was quite possible - perhaps even likely - that this was hubris talking and that she was far closer to the darksiders she fought than she would like to admit, but this was not the time for debates about that.
Looking down upon the hordes that were arrayed against them, the dense forests she focused upon the Graug Dark Lord Vulcanus, exerting her will to manifest what amounted to a gigantic telekinetic hand, which enclosed around his throat. Siobhan poured energy into the motion in order to grip and crush it, choke the life out of him. With this gigantic telekinetic hand seeking to wrap itself around him, which would feel like durasteel docking clamps had suddenly grabbed him, she attemped to violently lift him from the ground and high into the air.
Then violently slam him back down against the burnt-out wreckage of a dropship with tremendous force...repeatedly.
