Wearing:
90 Suit
Armed With:
Wind and Fire Wheels
Arrived in:
Scorched Earth
With:
Soldier Biots (7)
Pain.
Suffering.
Death.
All of these things were intimately familiar to her by this point in her life. Either version of it.
At one point, Syd had been a notorious presence in the Silver Jedi, a living weapon built from a murdered and magically reprogrammed Dark Lady of the Sith named Darth Phyre. Redemption had not been her choice. Maybe that was what had caused everything afterward to go so horribly wrong.
But whenever she tried to entertain the thought, she would almost always immediately strike them down. There hadn't been some corrupt remnant of Darth Phyre whispering in her head. Her poor decision making had been all her own. THAT was what made it so horrible.
Syd had been hesitantly trying to make a human breakfast when Nathan's harsh, cold mental voice had echoed in her head.
She had collapsed to the ground. She could feel Nathan's
boiling hatred of her every waking second. His frustration at what he perceived as the cosmic insult of being bound to her spiritually. There were SOOOOOO many things wrong with it, it was worse than that one time King's Landing got burned by a Dragon that Srina Talon controlled.
She was ordered to Cerea. ORDERED to Cerea by him.
And she obeyed, because she had a life debt. And because she really
had stolen
everything from him. There was
no way to sugarcoat what she had done in that regard.
So she had put on one of her best armors and taken her old ship to Cerea, after asking House Li-Ves for assistance. Nathan had placed watchers in the old temple she was living in on Susevfi.
Her head swam, as always with jumbled, mix and match memories that didn't coalesce. Her pain was endless in that regard. Most days she was scared to go outside.
Her defeat at The Battalion's hands had been a
titanic fall. The only things really still working properly were some of her core Force Powers, and magic skills. Her lightsaber technique had been muddied for lack of a better word, most of her natural skill at it absorbed by The Battalion, what was left were the skills that had been grafted onto her wounded, lobotomized mind from the Sorceress she had merged with, a rather flighty form of Niman.
Syd didn't know if she should be helping. But she wanted to.
The Scorched Earth, her Stealth Equipped Star Courier had descended through the atmosphere, with her several of the deadly Soldier Biots that assisted Nathan in his more clandestine activities. The Soldier Biots had been sighted by Jedi, and Alliance SF in obscure conflicts, seemingly locked in bloody combat against the Sith, but attempts to identify who they worked for or what their interest was in assisting the GA had so far turned up nothing...they were always gone when a conflict ended, having vanished before they could be detained and then interrogated.
Syd landed a few kilometers away from the city, and stepped out, her gorgeous, nearly impeccable figure covered in reflective navy blue and gold, skintight enough to look painted on. It eerily reflected everything around her in a distorted mirror finish. On another woman, it might have been alluring. But there was always something about Force Spawn, how their physiques and visages were almost too perfect, and instead of making her a potentially unstoppable seductress, it only served to highlight how utterly unnatural she was, with only the most naive being taken in and befuddled by her surface qualities.
The Biots were hardly any better in that sense. They too looked like supermodels, albeit heavily armed supermodels in skintight urban camo catsuits. The absolutely ridiculous insistence of both Nine Lives
and Laertia making most of their androids like this had both perplexed not just Nathan, but many, many others over the years. If you had directly questioned
either of them as to
why this was,
neither could have have provided you an answer that didn't involve nebulous statistics or questionable logic.
(Cutaway of Todd Howard sitting in an elegant chair by a fancy fireplace.)
(Todd Howard: It just works)
They were heavily armed too, each with a DC-15A Rifle and a Vibro-Katana, and
plenty of knives.
(Cutaway of Sean Connery James Bond sitting in an elegant chair by a fancy fireplace)
(Sean Connery James Bond: I approve of this.)
The goal was to rescue others. People she didn't feel a connection to other than through
Starlin Rand
(She was
still gushing with joy in private at him being knighted). Syd was to kill any Sith Lord she came across.
There were going to be plenty of those.
The Soldier Biots sprinted while Celsius took flight, casting a spell that covered her and the Biots in transparent, harmless flames that would render them invisible for a short time as they made their way to their objectives.
Along the way she came across civilians being headed into place by soldiers. She descended rapidly, orange blades snapping out of a single, silver hilt from both it's ends, and with a propeller dive, killed one by diving past him while spinning her blade and dicing his sorry ass to pieces, but killing another by dropping on him feet first and crushing his
skull.
(BFG DIVISION BY MICK GORDON PLAYS)
The other soldiers already started firing as she got closer. Some tried to aim at captured civilians , only for a massive stream of red flames to erupt from her throat, bathing them in force enhanced flames that ate through that high quality armor slowly and painfully, the soldiers being immolated unable to scream as they fell due to the heat flash frying their lungs.
Syd magically unlocked the restraints they had put on civilians.
"Find somewhere to hide...or run if you can..." she told the others, most of whom would end up fleeing and happening to encounter
Thirdas Heavenshield
and his warriors.
She began walking through the streets, conjuring a small, mini tornado of flames that swept into a squad of Sith as they rounded a corner to investigate the disturbance. Her blades snapped on , deflecting multiple shots haphazardly back on their source, rushing another Sith Trooper with inhuman speed and beheading him. Another, she simply placed her finger on his forehead as he got in striking distance, and doubled over, half his insides having been rendered
molten.
The snap hiss of a lightsaber, made her wheel around, feet hovering a few inches off the ground. The red lightsaber of the Sith was brandished with a practiced arrogance as he held out his hand to her and clenched it.
Her body rippled and shuddered
disgustingly everywhere as her armor absorbed the dark energy, though she felt an unpleasant tightness about the throat and organs as she opened her rippling, bubbling mouth that looked like it was on the verge of melting.
A blast of green electricity rushed the Sith, and he was only able to grind his blade against her use of Electric Judgement a few seconds before the sheer
power of the blast knocked it from his hand, then slammed into him, killing him.
Syd's body reset and the living weapon floated through the streets, looking to kill targets of opportunity or rescue, whichever came first.
Meanwhile, some of the Biots had made it to the streets at last, and were already starting to dismember troopers at close range, relying on ambushes due to being outnumbered. But the Soldier Biots were all inhuman in strength and speed, and many,
many times smarter than a normal human. It wasn't long before one of them had begun listening on stolen communications, and another rapidly exploiting movement limitations inherent in enemy armor. One had taken a sniper position outside the main conflict zone and was sniping soldiers. And due to the ten kilometer range of your average DC-15A, she was starting to become genuinely perplexed as to why the weapon had been retired. But her confusion was outweighed by the satisfaction of downing troops.
Syd was completely under attack by Sith Troops at this point, as she entered the farming district. She wasn't trying to hide her presence, so that meant
Connel Vanagor
would likely be able to sense her as she ruthlessly immolated another squad and freed another set of hostages...
Lossa Aureus
Darth Strosius
Jorus Q. Merrill
Darth Carnifex
Jonyna Si
Kahlil Noble
. Aware that there was the possibility for listening in, the big man let his comms traffic be vague. His real message went through the Force. 
