[member="Galina Kerrigan-Alcori"], [member="Tegaea Alcori"]
Siobhan could not rationally explain it, but she instinctively felt she was going in the right direction. Well, Adril had not shown up yet, but she felt it in her gut. Then again, maybe she was just trying to convince herself since every block of the old Alderaa city looked as depressing as the next.
Counter-air fire had forced her down to the ground, deactivating her jetpack, though she had escaped the voxyn. In their place there was an angry horde of Vong. Fearsome beasts clad in Vonduun crab armour, armed with amphi-staffs, fanatically devoted to their dark gods who commanded them to go out and slaughter. With brutal ferocity they charged her seemingly from everywhere, intent on swarming and cornering her. Their amphi-staffs hissed as they were tossed her way, unleashing venomous poison.
Siobhan threw herself into the fight with a ferocity that would make the Bando Gora gleeful. Gas grenades flew the Vong's away, unleashing sickening clouds of gas, then her guns roared. She mowed down Vong with bursts from her mobile shattercannon and then when ammo seemed low with her bolter, barking out explosive bolts. Sickening cries were heard, walls were peppered and in places simply fell apart under the overwhelmning onslaught. When the Vong came too close she bashed heads in with her bolter, before being smashed against debris though she managed to grab a Vong and take him with her as she flew. Amphi-staff, blades and claws bashed against her armour, burning acid struck her and fists beat against her, but despite the pain she was in she kept coming.
Still firing, she jumped up, her shattercannon abandoned, swarmed up a pillar without stopping and jumped up the balconey of a building from where Vong were tossing amphistaffs at her. One Vong was simply grabbed by the wrist when he came at her before she rammed her elbow into his arm and tossed him against a comrade. Bolter at the ready, Siobhan stepped through the broken window into the interior of the building. Smoke grenade tossed in, infrared vision mode activated, then a bolter loaded with APE rounds roared. As she passed through, finally reaching the outside it seemed to her that the Vong warriors were retreating, finally.
Then she heard a very familiar, very disturbing and unwelcome sound and looked further ahead, perceiving the massive silhouettes that were coming her way. Her first clue as to their nature was massive volume of fire that suddenly swept towards her, large streams of gelantinous flames. Siobhan ran, as fast as her tired legs could carry her as the building behind her was set alight by fire. But there was no reprieve to be found as the Fire Breathers were unwilling to give up pursuit. They were massive leviathans with hides so thick that they could shrug off a turbolaser blast. Abominations in their own right, they were beyond the capacity of her guns to handle. She ran, rolling as a stream of flames swept over and engulfed the wreckage of a tank, then quickly activated her jetpack and leapt into the air. Though not before some flames caught her. Her armour mitigated the fires and kept them out...to an extent. She landed upon a rooftop, then quickly dropped down from it when it was suddenly enveloped in fire. She had to admit that the Vong, far from being the feral monsters she was used to from Aurum, had been smart. Having distracted her long enough with mooks for the heavy artillery to come.
Inexorably the huge leviathans came closer, breathing fire and brimstone. Siobhan, just about managed to stand, limbs feeling like they would rather go to sleep, bones shattered and breathing very heavy. Actually it was more like panting. Fear and fright gripped her heart and threatened to turn to terror...for herself, Tegaea, Galina.
Tegaea and Galina. She could not let them down. Not again. And so, finding herself cornered and with her jetpack apparently damaged, Siobhan called upon the awesome power of the Force. A power that was terribly wonky and out of balance by the will of evil spirits from Chaos. Nonetheless she called upon it. It was her will that she enforced upon the air around her, manipulating and twisting the air currents with such power that they bent to her. She moved her hand in a circular motion as she sought to harness the Force, gradually whipping up a whirlwind that swept across the ruined city block. A towe of multi-faceted death arose as the swirling vortex swept towards the Fire Breathers, gathering Vong, debris and wreckage along the way, driving the flames back and blossoming into what amounted to a small tornado, a wind of greater power, force and ferocity than she had ever summoned.
The tornado howled as if it were the roar of a wrathful god. Buildings, already weakened by the devastation caused by repeated battles between Jedi and Sith, collapsed. Unfortunately for Siobhan, the Force was, well, terribly wonky and so, as beads of sweat dripped down her face and back in earnest, as her concentration became so intense that it was painful, it backfired badly upon her. She struggled and sought to pour what energy she had into the motion, but the tornado was violently pulled from her control and began raging with any restraint. Siobhan cried out when she herself was caught in its brutal embrace and flung through the air at tremendous speed. She was utterly defenceless as she was smashed against pieces of flying debris, causing various cuts and abrasions, not to mention nasty blunt trauma, being tossed helplessly like a ragdoll that was at the mercy of forces beyond her control. She brutally impacted upon a shoddily constructed roof.
The roof...did not appreciate this and broke down, with Siobhan along with it. The tornado had raged across the area and the Fire Breathers were buried beneath the ruins, dead and wrecked. Hordes of Vong corpses lined the area, too many to count. Siobhan would find herself buried inside a broken building. Unfortunately for her, she was not just in a ridiculous amount of pain and had lost a ridiculous amount of blood, but a pillar had also fallen upon her arm, trapping her. As it happened it was her mechanical arm.
In desperation Siobhan, once she had regained something like consciousness, tried to move and struggle in vained, but it was to no avail. Her visor was cracked and one of her artificial eyes seemed damaged, judging by it was flaring up. Her bionic arm...plain and simple refused to move. On instinct she tried to call upon the Force, seeking to will the pillar to be thrown off by an invisible hand. However...the Force was not with her and refused to respond.
The Force...was not with her. Oh, crap. So much pain, so much blood. Her eyes turned to her lightsabre, still attached to her belt. Desperate times, desperate measures. A very shaky hand, the one made of flesh and blood, gripped the hilt and after some fumbling managed to press the activation switch.
Snap-hiss.
The brilliant blue blade sprang to life and with a very shaky, trembling hand she guided it towards her mechanical arm. Beskar'gam was lightsabre-resistant and ridiculously tough, but being tossed around by a tornado left its effects, not to mention being badly beaten in general. So at a portion that was strongly weakened she began cutting. Such was the pain she was suffering from in general that she was biting down on her tongue as there was the sizzle of flesh being burnt and sparks flew when the blade cut through durasteel. The smell of roasted synthflesh and finally of burnt electronics filled the air as her lightsabre finally managed to slice through, making a not at all clean cut that left a stump that was a mutilated mess of beskar covering flesh and metal. With a very pained groan Siobhan rolled away from the pillar, crawling on the ground before she finally managed to arise. Her remaining hand gripped the wall tightly as she struggled to stabilise herself and limp out, very, very slowly.
