Journey to a Vowelless World (Siobhan)

[Valiens Nantaris]

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Tamara frowned, not wholly enthused with the idea of charging without the Force into the middle of an enemy base. She toyed with the idea of staying behind and waiting for the grand martial campaign to finish. She had a well developed sense of preservation, and this was just another example of that.
Still, she felt she owed it to Siobhan to go with her, since it was her who was doing all of this. She couldn't speak for the tactics, but she made a mental note to take cover behind the thickest piece of metal possible.

"Sounds...fun," she said blandly. "How are they going to be tricked though? Do we know any of their codes or callsigns?"

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Tamara"]

This writer would be surprised if Siobhan could give an even remotely accurate definition of what 'tactics' meant. If anything Myrkr was proving why she was tremendously overhyped and unfit even for a junior officer role. She had cheated her way up through nepotism, fraud and by ascending over the corpses of friend and foe alike, not any actual merit. Poor Corporal Parkes had tried to strike a blow for justice, but alas he had failed. Doubtless those Firemane soldiers who would inevitably get buried the next time she decided to drop a ceiling on their heads would wish fortune had favoured him.

Still, the plan, while made on the fly and not that complex, involved slightly more than just 'charging into the middle of the base' - otherwise there would no need to steal a Sith transport to get a way in, since one could just death charge the base's outer defences- ' and it had been the superior tactician Tegaea Alcori who had thought it was a good idea to leap at a gunship to hack at it with a lightsabre she had never been trained to use! Of course, this did not make Siobhan any more competent.

"Yeah. Got a good slicer on the team. With the equipment needed to hack into the shuttle's computer and comms. Should provide the signal they transmit upon approaching the base," she responded. That would totally work. Or perhaps not. At least it made her sound slightly more intelligent. If she picked up on Tamara's lack of enthusiasm, she did not comment. Not like Siobhan had ever cared about what other people thought, self-righteous narcissist and all that. Of course, this writer would find it deliciously ironic if Siobhan survived Sith Lords, monsters and Reaver hordes only to be gunned down by a group of mercs.

Anyway, orders were given out, the Sith mercenaries were stripped of their armour and weapons, leaving the flesh as fodder for the vornskrs. Likewise they loaded up the containers with the ysalamiri. The Firemane heavy transport could provide some air cover after dropping the rest of the team with the speeder, which should then hit the enemy from the other side of the forest, the trees providing some with cover as they took shots and then swooped in. Of course it was not made for heavy engagments, but it had a laser beam cannon and missiles it could rain down from above.


Siobhan frowned slightly, then gestured to one of her minions. "Get some cuffs. Don't make 'em too tight," she said before the minion, a blue Twi'lek for some reason. "Once the code's cracked send a transmission out that a bunch of intruders were gunned down and you have a high value prisoner who'd be a prize item on the slave markets. As in the Butcher of Roche. When we're in strike at my signal." If the plan worked it might get them in close with who was heading the base and his officers, giving them a better chance to strike than if they came in guns blazing from the start. In addition to their ship attacking and the rest of the team. Of course, it could all totally go wrong, but there was no prize without heavy risks.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
On the one hand, the old 'we've got a prisoner' thing had been tried before many times. On the other hand it was an effective thing. Tamara of all people produced a set of cuffs and with the blue Twi'lek she secured them around Siobhan's wrists. The reason this plan might work is precisely also why it was dangerous; Siobhan couldn't use the Force to defend herself, so she was vulnerable.
Slipping close to Siobhan's ear, Tamara whispered, "Don't worry about anything you hear when things get moving. Everything will be alright." This was probably not that reassuring! "They will think they know me, and that I'm working with them. When the time's right, we'll spring your trap."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Tamara"]

Siobhan gave Tamara, who unbeknownst to her was a time traveller - or had she really travelled in time, since apparently everything had taken place in the Matrix - a look. Clearly this was one of those moments where the woman was not telling her something, but she nodded nonetheless. But then again maybe none of this was real and they were all still locked in the Matrix!

"I guess it would be terribly hilarious if I got gunned down by a bunch of mercs because I'm deprived of fancy powers," she said in what might be an attempt at lightening the mood. As so often her idea of that was gallow's humour. "Right, let's go boys," she said after taking a breath, presumably some time passed before the slicer informed her he had cracked the code. The sun had set and darkness was descending upon the planet. So they boarded the shuttle and were soon steering towards the Sith base.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Tamara, who really was a time traveller, even if the exact means have been left purposefully vague. Regardless, she raised an eyebrow. "A laugh a minute, Siobhan. You'll forgive me if I try to avoid that particular dark comedy sketch."
However, they were soon in the air and heading toward the mercenary fortress. As they came closer an angry voice demanded they identify themselves.
Tamara took the commlink after the pilot had sent the security code. "Vornskr Base, this is Tamara. Acquisition mission a success. Have a holding cell ready...."
She gave Siobhan a wink and acknowledged their reply.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Tamara"]

Siobhan's writer would find it tremendously entertaining if she got gunned down by a bunch of mercs and space nazi wannabes due to being stripped of her powers. Or, even more amusingly, ended up being sold as a slave on Nar Shaddaa, perhaps to a Hutt, or even as the plaything of a cruel Dark Master. For some reason this writer has never done that - maybe they're a bit wethennish!

"You? The Commandant will want to speak with you right away! The True Sith will reward your efforts. Get over here immediately! All for the race, glory to the Empire!" was the reply, which had not become any more pleasant, but then ex-Sith mercs were not the sort who had to celebrate a great deal. In any case soon the base came into view and as the transport sped towards it and descended they would get a good view of its layout. A barracks, a building that seemed to be the headquarters of the commandant, a rudimentary landing strip, some turrets.

A message from the Firemane heavy transport would inform Tamara and the troopers that they were moving close to position, though staying outside of sensor range for now. In the centre of the base the Sith war banner had been hoisted. It might be the flag of an Empire that had collapsed like a house of cards, but it still stood tall and proud amidst the breeze of the wind. Moreover, patriotic slogans had been painted upon the walls, saying inspiring such as 'The Sith shall rise again,' 'Remember Dromund Kaas. Remember Manaan', 'Resist Jedi-Fel genocide to the last drop of blood', 'Burn the Jedi, destroy the xenos, purge the Mandalorian' - all in all very inspiring.

As the shuttle touched down to land it would be greeted by a welcoming committee of Sith stormtroopers clad in, you might have guessed it, armour as black as the night, which might be a bit counterintuitive since it was already dark, though their eyes seemed to glow crimson, to make things even more dramatic. They were led by an officer dressed in a grey uniform bedecked with medals, his face marred by a vicious looking scar that went from his cheek to his jaw, and with a thin moustache.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Tamara was off the transport first, pushing Siobhan ahead of her. Like the first Death Star raid from so many centuries ago the cuffs were closed but not locked behind Siobhan’s wrists. Had the Sith learned in all that time? Not likely.

The stormtroopers approached led by their officer. He glared at Tamara.
“So you did do what you said. Well, here’s your payment, now get out of here. You lot, report to the barracks,” he said, ordering the disguised Firemane troops.
He then looked at Siobhan. “Not so strong now, are we?” he leered at her.

Tamara cast an innocent look around. The docking bay had six stormtroopers, the officer, three cameras and a couple of bored mechanics.
They’d rehersed this well. Siobhan would ‘escape’, snatching her lightsabre from Tamara’s belt. She couldn’t use the Force, but as a sword it was still lethal at close quarters. Meanwhile the disguised troops would open fire at the ‘prisoner’, except be aiming to gun down the stormtroopers who survived. Two of them were detailed to take out the cameras. Tamara would add to the chaos with an ion grenade right into the middle of the troopers to short out their communicators and targeters.
If all went well the rest of the base wouldn’t know anything of what happened for precious minutes. By then the transport could dock and the raiders would be set to take over the whole base.

Tamara waited, tensed for the battle to begin. Things would be pretty tight….

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Tamara"]

Sith apparently were slow learners. Or did not learn at all. Doubtless being locked in a class room with Phylis Alince, forced to do her tests on levitation in the pre-Tythonian period would be torture for them. But then again the same could be said about Siobhan so perhaps they should not be judged too harshly! Despite being planet-destroying space nazis and all that.

"Don't worry, the Commandant will be become very well acquainted with you. You'll be a prize on the slave market. Perhaps before he gets there when he's done with you he'll let," the leering officer did not get much further because Siobhan suddenly rammed her boot into his groin, the time and tested method that should make Adril Tythorin proud, her hands springing free of the cuffs so that they fell to the ground. As he cried out in anger she dashed, knocking down Tamara as she grabbed her lightsabre.

The blue blade ignited with the trademark snap-hiss, as if humming for souls to reave. A blaster bolt missed her by inches as the officer fired his pistol before she cut his hand off with a quick slash and then stabbed him in the chest. Without her Force enhanced reaction times and precognition she could not deflect blaster bolts, but this was close quarters and even without the Force the sight of a lightsabre still had a frightening psychological impact on the uniniated.

A stormtrooper went down as she attacked and cut down from his shoulder to his belly. The disguised Firemane troopers opened fire with their blasters and she hit the ground as blaster bolts whizzed above her head.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

As soon as the fight started, two of the Firemane troops took out the cameras so there would be confusion. When Siobhan slashed out with the lightsabre and moved aside the remaining troops opened fire at point-blank range. Caught totally by surprise, the Sith were mown down in seconds. The mechanics tried to flee, but the camera breakers gunned them down too. In seconds it was over with only one minor injury.

Tamara popped up and stretched her arms out. "Well, that went well. Let's get moving before they send a force down here to investigate. We'll be ready when they show up."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Tamara"]

So far so good. The trooper who had been injured got some bacta applied to the minor wound, then they pressed on. The disguised Firemane troopers quickly grabbed their hidden MK2 bolters, since these were superior to simple blaster rifles and they were no longer playing games. They had a very short window of opportunity before Sith stormtroopers would be coming down on them to investigate the camera malfunction and the sounds of battle they had heard.

"Echo, Havoc One. Infiltration successful. Stand by for strike," Siobhan quietly spoke into the comm, sending a transmission to their heavy transport, which had dropped its contingent of troops and was prepared to strike. Quickly filing in out of the docking bay, after having taken some of the weapons and grenades of the dead Sith, the Firemane soldiers quickly pressed on, finding cover as they moved inside the base, taking cover before the Sith could spot them. A stormtrooper who by chance or design was coming their way was quickly taken out with the silenced shot from a Verpine Shatter Gun through his visor before he could raise the alarm.

It was filled with stormtroopers, but many of them were not facing them, rather guarding the base entrance or patrolling at headquarters. Hanging back for a change Siobhan quickly designated targets, priority being given to Sith troopers close to them armed with heavy weapons, those manning the e-webs. Positioned in cover they could keep up a base of fire upon them, one fireteam moving in for flanking if possible once the transport docked and unleashed its speeders and missiles. Siobhan would try to move under cover to get in close while the Sith were suppressed so that she could use her lightsabre.

Spying the Sith patrol that was coming for them she raised her boltgun as she noticed them pass a speeder. Rather than trying to blow up the vehice or directly shoot at the Sith she was aiming for its fuel tank. The MK1 bolter barked as an explosive bolt was popped out, then another, aimed right at the fuel tank of the vehicle, which was set alight with a powerful blast, igniting the passing stormtroopers as they were lit up in flames.

"Echo...you're a go. Take out the turrets," Siobhan quickly spoke into her comm as the shooting began. The arrival of the transport was heralded by the roar of engines and a shadow upon the ground, then the transport from on high unleashed its payload of missiles before its laser cannon spewed out crimson fire. Wielding a grenade launcher one of the Firemane troopers squeezed the trigger, letting loose a smoke grenade that was shot into the fray, then following up with a concussion one to knock a group of Sith to their feet, thermal detonators being lobbed into the fray as stormtroopers came charging out of the barracks, blasting the door to smithereens and likewise a number of mercenaries into piles of flesh and ruined armour.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Through all of this gunplay and war Tamara hung back. She was not exactly keen to go charging in a battle. However, there were things she could do. Whilst Siobhan was leading her troops on a rampage and linking up with the gunship, Tamara headed into a side room. There for found an abandoned console station. Sitting down, she inserted a computer spike and set to work. The security at this base was fairly weak, and in a few minutes she was into their systems.
Her mess of electronic gadgets set aside, Tamara started entering commands. First thing to do was to shut off the long range transmitter in case any other bases or details could be called back. Next she sealed all the hanger bays so no ships carrying Ysalimari could slip out during the battle.
"Siobhan, this is Tamara. The central command room is on level three. Head towards the centre of the facility and then up. I'll open the blast doors for you," she said, keying the commands to do that.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Tamara"]

While Tamara was performing her secret agent thing - it remained elusive whether she preferred her drink shaken or stirred - the battle had been raging in the base. In principle the Sith stormtroopers had numbers on their side, which would have made a frontal assault into a suicide charge. Of course Siobhan Kerrigan with force powers had an exaggerated belief in her own invincibility, coupled with an indifference to casualties. However, not expecting an attack from inside the enemy forces had been spread around the base, with many concentrated on the frontal entrance and the command centre.

Turrets vanished in a fireball as the Gunship quickly unloaded its payload, stormtroopers trying to bring missile launchers to the battle were taken out by repeater fire. Siobhan acknowledged Tamara's transmission as she took cover behind the wreckage of a speeder, hastening down to hit the dirt as blaster bolts whizzed above her head. Taking a breath, she waited, then emerged briefly to pump out rounds with her boltgun and take out a stormtrooper heading her way, a frag grenade quickly following to blast hostiles out of cover.

"Acknowledged," she spoke tersely into the comm. "Fireteam One, we're moving, Two, cover us then follow. Echo, suppression fire on the roof tops. Speeder team, guard our flanks!" she spoke as she ducked quickly enough to avoid a sniper shooting her way. A hot shard of shrapnel cut through her helmet into her cheek as a grenade detonated, too far for her to be caught in the blast but enough for the shrapnel to strike. She grit her teeth as she felt the painful burn, the shards digging into her flesh where the protection of the helmet had been struck, then as a hailstorm of blaster bolts and bolter rounds was being opened, as she heard the sound of a Sith speeder being blasted to scrape, she emerged.

Moving fast, zig-zagging so that she would be harder to hit by enemy fire she lead the Firemane troopers as they hastened towards the central facility, Sith troopers on the roof being mowed down as the Gunship fired its last missile to take out the auto-turret and the snipers, a thick cloud of smoke billowing up. Forming up position at the central blast door she gave a signal their demolitions expert, placing a charge, then hastening for cover. A powerful explosion tore through the door, then smoke grenades were quickly tossed through the opening before the Firemane troopers stormed in for the kill. The blast doors further inside the facility should have already been opened by Tamara.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
As Siobhan headed up the stairs through the firefight she'd find the doors opened invitingly for her as she pressed on ahead. At the head of the stairs to level 3 a particularly heavy looking door waited.
"Alright, I can't open this one, and the security feeds are on a separate network. You'll need to get it open somehow yourself. I'm coming up to you," Tamara called into the transmitter.

She quickly followed in the wake of the Firemane troops. It was a trail of havoc and ruin such as she'd rarely seen. Impressive, if a little worrying. By the time she caught up to Siobhan she was ready for the next step. "How's the door coming?"

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Tamara"]

A trail of carnage and destruction had been left by the Firemane troopers in their wake. Several had been injured, one of them had been gunned down by a sniper during the attack, one speeder out of commission, but other than things had gone well. As stormtroopers came in from an adjourning corridor they were met with a hail of laser and bolter fire, along with some explosions when two thermals that had been affixed to the wall were set to blow, taking out a large chunk of the wall and part of the ceiling, large clouds billowing up into the air. While lacking in numbers they had the firepower and enough cover to make it a kill zone, for now at least.

Siobhan had taken cover before Tamara approached her, her boltgun pumping out rounds at stormtroopers coming from an adjourning corridor in an attempt to flank them. She groaned and grit her teeth as a blaster bolt hit her side, most of the blast being absorbed by the armour though that section of it was cooked and she felt a strong burn striking the vulnerable flesh. Bringing up the bolter she fired, an solid durasteel slug punching right through the helmet of the first Sith, the next round being an explosive bolt that sent another one flying.

"Handling it. Be ready for entrance. Nice work," she said laconically to the time traveller as she had made her way up the stairs, as the blaster fire ceased, the first fireteam forming up alongside the door to provide cover and storm in, the second down at the stairs to shield their flank and rear. She could not deflect shots with her lightsabre, but it still seemed to have a psychological impact. Bolts and shrapnel had badly dented and burnt her armour, blood was still seeping out of an untended wound on her cheek and it seemed her lower lip had suffered a cut. Since an explosion would probably tear the stairs apart as well, she quickly applied her lightsabre to cut through the heavy door.

While it was heavy and powerful, fortunately it seemed that a materiel such as beskar had not been applied to its construction, so the energy blade should burn through it as efficiently as Qui-Gon's had done through the door to the droid control ship's bridge, just without droidekas suddenly showing up to stop the plot from ending before it had begun!

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

The door melted like butter before Siobhan's blade, and soon had opened up enough of a gap for them to enter. Whilst some of the Firemane troops kept guard outside Siobhan and Tamara went in.
They were in a large room, the walls covered in display panels but the middle of the room a large open space, no cover at all.
"Ah, the Butcher of Roche," a cultured voice said. A figure emerged from the shadows, like all good Sith do in time, and stepped forward. He wore a suit of heavy, bulky armour. "And the wandering meddler. You will both fetch a high price to go with the Ysalimiri I take from here."
One arm of the suit had a heavy gun, the other a long blade, seemingly able to resist lightsabres. A shield generator on his back provided protection.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Tamara"]

Oh, crap. Like every good story this one had to have its boss fight. In this case it was the Commandant of this merry band of respectable space fascists. Naturally he wore a monocle inside his visored helmet, like every good villain, and a moustache. A neatly trimmed one, of course, for he was a man of culture and respectability. Doubtless his hands he had walked through rivers of blood on Togoria, where the Sith had performed genocide.

Of course, people liked to conveniently overlook details like that in order to whine about Jedi warmongering or trampling on the 'civil rights' of darksiders. Most often these complaints came from heretics and darksiders. Or special snowflake balance people. Except when the Jedi did not fight, people moped about them capitulating and giving in to evil. But as they say a Jedi's life is sacrifice. Sometimes of others.

What Siobhan would have done if she had been in possession of the Force was obvious. With her mind she could have gripped the heavy gun and the blade to crush them or rip them off, if she had had the time. More realistically she would have gripped the the commandant tight and flung him across the room into a wall - or rather through the wall. Doubtless in close quarter combat she would have been at a disadvantage, since she was not much of a duellist, but at range her telekinesis mastery made her almost indomitable.

Except she did not have the Force, so she had to...think a bit more. There was no real cover in the room, that sucked tremendously. Admittedly he could have probably blown any assortment of tables, chairs, computers apart with his big gun, but it would have offered something. But she could always create some. Even as he gave his speech, like every good villain, she was in motion. Her free hand, the one holding her bolter, had enclosed around a thermal detonator, activated the trigger and flung it at him, not even waiting for the powerful explosion as she moved.

"We need to take down the shield generator. I'll focus fire on me," she called out to Tamara before the blast blotted out any words. She was sceptical about it destroying the power suit, but it tear down a portion of the ceiling. Perhaps fall on him, at least provide some cover, with debris cluttering a portion of the room and smoke rising up, which might obscure his line of sight for a moment. The powerful blast that swept across the room gripped her and she was flung for several metres, hitting the ground hard. Emerging quickly with a groan she, a thick cloud of smoke rising up, she rechambered her boltgun, bringing it up to fire, though blood seeped from her mouth, a searing pain in her right knee. Her aim was to get herself positioned towards his back so that she should attack the generator and so she ran, zig-zagging to try and avoid his his fire, the round that popped out of the barrel of her boltgun being an ion one.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
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Taking on this monster without the Force seemed a hopeless mission. The armour, the shield, the weapons, they all seemed purpose built to deal with the pair of them.
However, Siobhan had thought quickly, and the thermal detonator had done its job well. The explosion overloaded the shield and sent it flashing out of existence at the same time as it tore up the floor badly, weakening it so the armoured suit almost fell through to the level below! However, the Sith managed to stagger backwards, tracking through the smoke for targets. Spotting Siobhan, he turned rapidly and opened fire with the repeating cannon at her.
The bolter rounds, ion or not, seemed to have little immediate impact other than to slow him down, so his gun tracked and fired. Shots tracked around Siobhan, several hitting her in or passing through her legs.

Siobhan's blood was not wasted though, as his distraction had been turned away from Tamara. The seemingly unarmed woman had seemed the lesser of two dangers, and normally this was absolutely true. However, this time his attention had been fatally distracted.
Thinking quickly, the ion blaster came from her pack along with her three power packs. Priming the one from her gun she lashed the packs together and ran forward towards his back. Belatedly the Sith heard her and tried to turn, but she jumped, caught a handhold and gripped on. Wedging the power backs between his generator and helmet she jumped clear...aimed...fired!

Unfortunately her shot missed, instead hitting his helmet as he turned. Bearing down on her with his weapon ready, it seemed over unless Siobhan or a random NPC Firemane trooper could hit the powerpack and explode the mini-thermal detonator before the shield came back up....

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Tamara"]
((???))

Timed seemed to slow around Siobhan as rounds unleashed by the heavy gun came shooting towards her. She was fast, but she no longer had the Force and with it she was without the speed that would make it seem like she was moving in a blur. Nor could she say rip a chunk out of the wall or the ceiling to serve as an improvised shield of sorts. She cried out in pain as her legs were struck, her armour absorbing some of the impact but in parts seemingly melting especially since some damage had already been done before, and then she fell. Searing pain shot through her and devoid of her powers she could not blot it out, could not turn it into a weapon to fuel her.

Clutching the grievous, nasty looking wound on the knee of her flesh leg, which burnt strongly and painfully, blood seeping out onto the ground, she tried to get up but fell back down to the ground with a pained groan, then simply crawled across it, pushing herself along over the wrecked and debris covered floor to get a better view of things. She saw that her 'heroics' had paid off in a sense, but Tamara had missed and the weapons of the Sith Commandant were bearing down upon her. Her boltgun had fallen out of her grasp, trying to move sent sensations of shooting through her. Finally reacting, not letting the pain hold her back for the moment, she grabbed the heavy blaster pistol on her hip and squeezed the trigger, trying to will her arm to be steady as she aimed and squeezed the trigger, letting loose rounds into the powerpack...hopefully to actually hit it...

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

The first blaster bolt did indeed miss, the plasma round reflecting from the massive armour, the second one hit though.
There was a tremendous explosion, a bright flash, and the Sith let out an amplified scream as the abused roof finally came crashing down on the fatally wounded man.

Dust and noise filled the room, and one beam had fallen very close to Siobhan, but fortunately not on her.
Out of the dust, coughing and trying to vainly wave it away, came Tamara. She ran over to Siobhan and knelt down beside her.
“Hold on, Colonel. Medic! Medic!” she called, and one of the Firemane troopers came over. “Carry her out of here. We need to get her outside this Ysalimiri bubble quickly. I think your people can finish off operations here, we need to get you back to the city for treatment.”

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Tamara"]


Apparently this was Siobhan's lucky day since the beam failed to hit her. Now she only had to survive Kai Leng teleportating his way into the field hospital through the reality-bending powers of force plot and trying to stab her with his shiny, machine gun rounds deflecting sword and - far worse - stealing her cereal. On the bright side, no Firemane mercenaries had been killed by a roof crashing down upon them!
"Get a medic over here! Omega, this is Havoc Three, hostiles terminated, Colonel down. We need immediate med evac to the city," a lieutenant spoke into his comm.
"Understood. Perimeter secure. A shuttle is waiting for you. Sending coordinates of the local hospital."

Siobhan, coughing strongly from all the dust and crippled, was soon picked up and put on a stretcher, bacta salves being applied to control the strong bleeding after she had been peppered by what amounted to a machine gun, and carried out. "No drama, limbs are...still there. Finish up here and...gather up any ysalamiri, remove evidence of our presence and evac ASAP," Siobhan managed to speak up as she lay there slumped upon the stretcher, giving the time traveller a glance as she was lifted up. "Thanks...Tamara," she muttered before she blacked out.

Outside was an image of devastation, Sith corpses strewn across the base, speeders destroyed and turned to scrape, while a good chunk of the roof of the headquarters building had caved in. The heavy transport vessel had taken hits and was damaged, but was still serviceable. Most of the Sith troopers had been fanatical zealots and they knew the Butcher's reputation, which had driven many to fight to the last. As for those that might have surrendered, there was no court to hand them over to, except a Mandalorian one, but then they'd ask what Firemane was doing on Myrkr, so it was in their best interests to be...very cooperative with their captors. After all, there was this one story about Siobhan liking to feed Sith and Bando Gora prisoners to pet vornsrkr, though that might be just a story!

At the landing pad the shuttle was waiting for them, the soldiers carrying the passed out Siobhan in and letting Tamara aboard. Firemane troopers were now busy securing the premise and removing the ysalamiri - the Sith operations had been professional, so it would be a bountiful harvest. A practical bribe should keep the doctors in the city from asking awkward questions about why the Butcher of Roche suddenly needed treatment after what clearly had been a heavy firefight.