Sic transit gloria mundi
@[member="Jorus Merrill"], @[member="Darth Vornskr"]
Siobhan heard the boom of the dark lord's voice, indeed many probably heard it, projected as it was through his prowess in the force. She heard the usual join us and uncover your true potential, embrace freedom speech. It had...no effect on her at all. To put it plainly Dun Moch did not work on her. Not because she was too pure in the light side or too righteous to fall - she was the exact opposite of righteous!
Thing was she despised Sith, so much that even the hint that someone she liked was involved with them would send her into a murderous rage. She was also quite aware of what she was. The Butcher Roche. So she did not even attempt to respond to the words, for there was no reason to talk. Instead she advanced, eyes cold, bolter flying into her hand and she raised the gun, aiming to fire upon the Sith, when suddenly before she could pull the trigger her mind was seized as the mental prowess of the Dark Master struck her, pure fear and paralysis gaining purchase over it. Upon reflex she fired, letting out two explosive bolts that exploded on impact.
There was one thing, one entity, Siobhan was genuinely afraid of.
Darth Shadow. Ancient Sith Lord from a long bygone age, who had possessed and corrupted her, turned her into his pathetic meat puppet back when she was a Jedi. As her mind was grabbed and paralysis enveloped her entire being, making her stop dead in her track, unable to move, it was him she saw, his mocking words she heard as controlled, pulling her like a puppet on a string. Her greatest fear? Losing Tegaea, especially by her own hand. Thus it happened in her mind. A nightmare of pure terror she could not escape as she was locked inside it.
For a few moments. Then Siobhan, to put it bluntly, exploded. One could liken it to a volcano erupting as her fear amplified her rage and it found an oulet - in the total obliteration of anything. She was not that girl anymore, she would wipe out and exterminate anything in her path. The first sign lay in tremors as the ground, the walls and the ceiling in the hallway shook, also in the corridor where Kaine had sought refuge as her cold, merciless eyes gazed upon him, the Butcher returning. As the blast of pure force energy and rage erupted, the ceiling was struck as if by an explosion and was torn asunder with a loud boom, Roche, Bespin and Gehenna repeating themselves as it came tumbling down upon them. Even before that the broken droids and dead bodies of the previously mind-warped Omegan soldiers were sent flying, in parts the walls around them caved in and collapsed to the ground with loud thuds. She willed that there be devastation and so there was devastation, of the area of effect variety that ripped the corridor she was standing in and those adjacent apart. In this instance she was like a cornered predator, finding itself besieged and as a consequence lashing out in the only way it knew, even if it meant the walls were imploding on her as well, for she had only to destroy and to exterminate.
Siobhan heard the boom of the dark lord's voice, indeed many probably heard it, projected as it was through his prowess in the force. She heard the usual join us and uncover your true potential, embrace freedom speech. It had...no effect on her at all. To put it plainly Dun Moch did not work on her. Not because she was too pure in the light side or too righteous to fall - she was the exact opposite of righteous!
Thing was she despised Sith, so much that even the hint that someone she liked was involved with them would send her into a murderous rage. She was also quite aware of what she was. The Butcher Roche. So she did not even attempt to respond to the words, for there was no reason to talk. Instead she advanced, eyes cold, bolter flying into her hand and she raised the gun, aiming to fire upon the Sith, when suddenly before she could pull the trigger her mind was seized as the mental prowess of the Dark Master struck her, pure fear and paralysis gaining purchase over it. Upon reflex she fired, letting out two explosive bolts that exploded on impact.
There was one thing, one entity, Siobhan was genuinely afraid of.
Darth Shadow. Ancient Sith Lord from a long bygone age, who had possessed and corrupted her, turned her into his pathetic meat puppet back when she was a Jedi. As her mind was grabbed and paralysis enveloped her entire being, making her stop dead in her track, unable to move, it was him she saw, his mocking words she heard as controlled, pulling her like a puppet on a string. Her greatest fear? Losing Tegaea, especially by her own hand. Thus it happened in her mind. A nightmare of pure terror she could not escape as she was locked inside it.
For a few moments. Then Siobhan, to put it bluntly, exploded. One could liken it to a volcano erupting as her fear amplified her rage and it found an oulet - in the total obliteration of anything. She was not that girl anymore, she would wipe out and exterminate anything in her path. The first sign lay in tremors as the ground, the walls and the ceiling in the hallway shook, also in the corridor where Kaine had sought refuge as her cold, merciless eyes gazed upon him, the Butcher returning. As the blast of pure force energy and rage erupted, the ceiling was struck as if by an explosion and was torn asunder with a loud boom, Roche, Bespin and Gehenna repeating themselves as it came tumbling down upon them. Even before that the broken droids and dead bodies of the previously mind-warped Omegan soldiers were sent flying, in parts the walls around them caved in and collapsed to the ground with loud thuds. She willed that there be devastation and so there was devastation, of the area of effect variety that ripped the corridor she was standing in and those adjacent apart. In this instance she was like a cornered predator, finding itself besieged and as a consequence lashing out in the only way it knew, even if it meant the walls were imploding on her as well, for she had only to destroy and to exterminate.