[member="Deagan Hunt"], [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Mia Monroe"]
As the saying goes, there were heavy risks...but the priiiize!
Siobhan would probably be inclined to agree with Mia - and not just because of her beskar bones! - when it came to the massive salvage ship. Who knew, it might suddenly unleash a swarm of fighters or something. But it was not her call and in any case she was terribly distracted at the moment. In the sense of being occupied with chucking big rocks. The Gypsymoth had nestled to the Saelari's starboard side, Jorus and Deagan were getting to work with installing the hyperdrives. So far they had not been disturbed, though Siobhan was not wild about the odds of things staying that way. After all, no plan survived first contact.
Anyhow, she was otherwise engaged. A couple rocks had been tossed out of the way, but there were still more to go for them to have a clean lane. Now having seemingly blotted everything out around her, she had reached a state of full immersion. She was the Force and the Force was with her. Well, that was obviously not accurate and even in her most egotistical, vainglorious moments she would not presume that, as glorious and exhilarating as the Force-induced rush that was now coursing through her body felt. Still the sheer power felt...amazing. Concentration was etched across her features and by now it had reached a point where exerting her telekinetic will was becoming painful but she persisted.
As she so often told herself, pain is just weakness leaving the body. Her breathing had become more laboured and it was quite accurate to say she was panting as she caught her breath. As her invisible fingers curled around rocks and tightened, massive invisible chains wrapping around them in an powerful embrace that refused to yield, her flesh hand likewise unconsciously balled into fist, so tight that her knuckles turned white and her nails drew blood as they drove into her flesh.
She could feel the power. Indeed it seemed like she could taste it as she drew upon the energies of the Force and greedily lapped at them. Her head throbbed painfully and she threatened to lose her balance though she caugh herself before she could stumble. Too much power inside her and she would combust like a steam engine, or so it felt to her. So she let it all out, unleashing an enormous tidal wave of power much like the eruption of a volcano. The Sigil of Hope that she wore around her neck pulsed strongly, the pendant serving as a force battery that fed her the energy she needed to keep going even as her own was diminished, all being poured into one motion.
That of throwing rocks. Granted not all of them were that big. Presumably many of them would be comparatively small, but nonetheless. The one the Bando Gora Reavers called a Chaos Goddess gazed across the vast emptiness of space and beheld obstacles in the form of rocks. She found that this was displeased her and so in her mind she spoke: Let the rocks fly: and fly they did. Overwhelmning ripples were felt through the Force amidst the outburst as rocks were violently thrust into motion and tossed as if she were a catapult and they massive boulders.
It was in moments like this that she found herself believing her own legend. Little could she know that she would soon be painfully reminded of her mortality and pulled down from her pedestal, but that was not for today. In this moment she felt indomitable, like a goddess of battles, even as she felt herself tiring and gripped a beam above her tightly to provide support so that she might not fall. She pushed - in as much as saying it was a force push could do the monumental effort justice - and rocks flew at her command, blowing a path free as they were thrust. The Chaos Goddess' lips curved into a thin smile even as she had to struggle to keep standing.
