Wearing:
90 Suit
Hooded Cloak
Armed With:
Wind and Fire Wheels
Objective: 2
Syd tossed and turned in her sleep, memories of The Battalion's near total victory over her on loop, memories of suffering as she merged with the only entity powerful enough to repair her, as their memories and thoughts and emotions seeped into one another, blending at the seams.
Syd had thought she understood suffering. Her loss at Korriban and the price of failure afterwards taught her she had understood nothing.
She awoke in the dark of her quarters aboard a Lambda shuttle. She had removed any surface that might possibly reflect her gorgeous face, for she hated it for belonging to the creature who had stolen Laertia/Maple/Both from her/The Reflection.
She showered, dressed, combed her hair and then sat at her table, miming eating food from an empty bowl , as she could not justify pouring the actual cereal today.
Her skill with flames was still considerable but much had been lost in her battle on Korriban. It wasn't that she was no longer capable of wielding Flame to the highest of skill, it was a matter of remembering how.
Syd conjured a fireball, but only with great difficulty. It would have been trivial to the old her.
She held it in her hand, maintaining it's cohesion for a few seconds before dispersing it.
Syd couldn't stand being stuck in a safehouse.
She had landed the shuttle far behind friendly lines, and stepped out, her catsuit clad figure hidden by a long, hooded brown cloak whose shadows hid her face. Her Lightsaber dangled idly from a belt. She used the same transponder codes Nathan used.
Infernos. Perfect practice.
Syd battled her own mind as she walked, tensing as she unexpectedly felt the presence of
Starlin Rand
and realized, or rather, remembered with a sudden shock he had his own Padawans.
Her heart swelled unexpectedly in joy and pride at his accomplishments as she headed to where the fires were largest, her senses alive to the danger everywhere as she began quieting down some of the larger fires, allowing more first responders to get through and rescue people.
That was when, to her shock, she spotted
Nathan Bloodscrawl
, teleporting people out of burning buildings and wrecks to safety.
He stopped after getting a injured Jedi to a medic.
"
You." he said simply, eye twitching like Inspector Dreyfuss in The Pink Panther.
"Uh...
Hi..." she replied uneasily.
"What is your purpose here?" he asked.
"Same as you. Putting out a Phyre."
"Was that supposed to
amuse me?" he asked calmly, unsmiling.
"No." she said quickly, unsettled by how he didn't seem to breathe unless you were really looking closely.
"As long as you are here, make yourself useful. The enemy has hammered this spot relentlessly. I'm going to engage them directly, try and take the heat off first responders. You...do whatever the feth you please, actually."
Nathan teleported away
"You're not her student..." she said under her breath, not remembering her former lover could also teleport, The Reflection's own memories still recovering from the hellish merging and not up to speed either.
So who the feth are you?
Syd didn't dwell on it, no longer having the time. The hell fire around her needed snuffing.
She walked forward through ash covered ground, a wave of her hand dispersing intense flames that had surrounded a group of children. Fething bastards wanted money so bad they would shell innocent children to get it. She almost wanted to be where Nathan was, but the Civilians needed her more than
those Motherfethers needed to
burn. She could only hope Nathan thrashed them as badly as she wanted to.
As if on cue, an artillery cannon that had been shelling this area exploded in the distance. It had been Nathan.
She had felt his cold determination as he had done it. She pitied him. Even as she felt his loathing of her for reasons she didn't understand and couldn't perceive.
She conjured a large Fireball and hurled it at an incoming Missile, the intense heat causing it warhead to detonate in the air harmlessly before it reached it's target. Her weakened sense of danger didn't sense the blaster bolt hitting her leg in time and she doubled over from the pain and she whispered a whirlwind curse that sent him spinning away from her in the air, hitting burnt out wreckage before he could aim at her again.
She limped, her suit starting to fix the damage but it hurt like hell, and the whispers were starting up, making her struggle to put out even one blaze as she fought back a wave of traumatic memories of slaughter...
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