[member="Spencer Jacobs"], [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Darth Vulcanus"], [member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"],
Space ork hordes, Vong, fire breathing, walker-sized Leviathans and now cruisers! Our three intrepid adventurers could certainly not complain about a lack of popularity. Rather it seemed like everyone wanted a piece of them, but then that was no cause for complaint. After all, it was nice to be wanted!
The fully electrified Connor net spread across the sky, fully capable of disabling even full-sized war ships. It also would, if she was caught inside it, have a rather detrimental effect on Siobhan, who happened to be half machine, something that could have been avoided if she thought more and death charged less, which would have prevented several maimings. Unfortunately, that was not the case and so she frankly had to get the hell out. Sparks flew from her bionics and smoke coiled from her already strongly damaged and partially melted armour as she shot up into the sky like, as Vulcanus had put it in, an organic rocket ship. The Connor net had not fully set over her yet, with a blast she could punch a holet hrough it and fly out to safety before the discharge crippled her, something that would probably send her tumbling down out of her lofty heights in the sky.
Her lightning blast ceased as all as the Collector droids seemed to be experiencing difficulties with the whole collect the organics for processing operation. Needless to say this affected her as well and her vision suffered as sparks flew from her bionic eye, burning her already damaged face, though she narrowly managed to avoid crashing into one of the Collectors. In a rage she lashed out with a force blast and that hit two of the Collectors and sent them flying down to the ground, into the trajectory of the ball of flame, instantly exploding in a blast of burnt circuits, wreckage and burnt electronics as they were vaporised by the fireball.
Siobhan grit her teeth as she was peppered by wreckage and thrust through the air by the powerful blast. One piece of Collector droid embedded herself in her flesh hand, the armoured glove having been fully melted by the flames of the Dark Lord, meaning that the shard pierced her flesh, heat surging through her hand and blood seeping out. She did not have the focus to remove it, as a flow of electricity began to spread through her body, her bionic eye was going haywire, all sorts of interference playing up to mess with her vision, while the now fully exposed bionic leg seemed on fire. Through the hole in the net that had been created by her blast she shot through, droid wreckage and fire scorching her face, making her cry out in pain as it coursed through her.
In the distance as she shot through the net she could see the three Fire Breathers approaching them, like flying leviathans of death that would undoubtedly be the sort of thing Maelion Liates and Moira Skaldi would come up with - if Siobhan had heard about certain events on Seoul, she would have been happy about the latter being thrown off the roof, but as it is she had bigger problems to deal with. Like...not getting consumed by the flames of the leviathans as they made their way to the animated forest to extinguish all life with the cleansing fires. With her telekinesis Siobhan could throw a walker with sufficient focus - and had actually done so before - but three at the same time was another question, not the least after the energy she had expended with throwing dropships, unleashing omnidirectional force blasts and all that.
Her body aching she simply flew, willing the Force to give her the strength, letting it guide and amplify her as she shot through the sky at super speed, a barrier wrapping itself around her in its protective embrace to hopefully shield her from the flames when they would come as she sped towards the direction of the Gypsymoth, which seemed to have just picked up Spencer judging by the ramp. If [member="Tegaea Alcori"] were here she would have been able to get a rather good view of her wife's body, given that a good chunk of her armour had been melted.
Her Force senses prickled and as she flew she gazed upward, perceiving the distant forms of the cruisers taking up position, obviously readying their weapons. "You know...Jorus. It's been a while since I threw a battleship." That was totally the first thing that would spring to the mind of any remotely sane person.
