Malevolence (Siobhan)

[Anya Venari]

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

The water rose slowly, getting higher and higher. Soon it would be up above the level of Siobhan’s mouth and nose and she would drown.
At that moment though there was a distant knocking at the door. Then a pounding. Finally there was a loud crunch and door seemed to smash apart.

Hearing the noise, the rescuer entered. It was Princess Anya Venari, and she looked as grim and worried as she’d ever been before.

Instantly she went to the tap and shut it off, then removed the plug so the water emptied. Grabbing Siobhan’s gag she literally tore it free so her friend and lover could breathe and talk.

“Siobhan! Goddess, Siobhan, stay with me! Who did this? Where is Tegaea? She’s not answering her comm and her office and your apartment is empty!”
She sounded panicked, but remained composed enough to start cutting Siobhan’s bonds and helping her stand.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Tegaea Alcori"]

Siobhan shook, shivering from the cold water, and coughed violently, her breathing turning ragged as she gasped for air, gazing upon the grim features of Anya Venari. Liberated from the nullifier the Force flowed back to her. The return of her power came painfully, like a jolt shooting through her as senses that had been deadened awoke again.


It was nowhere near close to the pain she deserved to feel. Nowhere near close to the waves of hatred washing over. As she regained her bearings and realisation dawned over her she shot up. Bonds holding her in place simply snapped in two and broke under her anger.


Tegaea...
Lost...
Kaelin...

"It's all my fault...my fault. Somae is...Kaelin. She's got Tegs. We must find her!" self-control had long vanished, she sounded panicked and virtually hysterical as she shot up out of the tub, the lightning bulb hanging from the ceiling in the room flickered and then blew up. She would find Kaelin...had to find her...crush her...save Tegaea. She did not deserve forgiveness, but she had to.

 

[Anya Venari]

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Anya didn't ask questions at this point. Instead she grabbed Siobhan's arm and made her face the Princess. "Siobhan, where are they? Where did they go?" she demanded, trying to overcome both their hysteria.

Anya had brought some of the Protector's guards, and one of them discretely offered Siobhan some clothes. The Exarch was still stark naked after all.

"Get all personnel looking for Sonae Kur. I want all details on her, right now!" Anya called. "She must have been living somewhere prior to here. Find it. She must have come into Protectorate space somewhere, find it. I want a planetwide quarantine of all ships for the duration of this emergency!" Anya said, starting the ball rolling on her own.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Tegaea Alcori"]

Siobhan trembled, both from the cold due to the water and the wave of fear that was washing over her. "I...don't know...we were supposed to meet," she stammered, shaking and sounding panicked, but then she forced herself to try and focus as Anya grabbed her arm, snapping her back to reality.

She had to find Tegaea, save her...crush Kaelin. Nothing else mattered. She could not be weak now. As Anya took control over the situation, never would Siobhan be more grateful for the Princess' presence, the Exarch hastily dressed, not really bothering to dry herself off more than superficially. Protector's Guards fanned out, carrying out Anya's instructions, others quite literally tore the apartment apart, searching for clues. Siobhan herself rushed to the desk in the room, the locks did not hold as she applied her telekinesis and broke them, quickly throwing out anything she saw in them and looking whether anything useful might be there. One of the things she found was a notebook. Perhaps it had something useful in it, perhaps it was just Kaelin's toy list.

Most public places, including the district where the Protector's apartment was located, had significant surveillance in form of holocameras and surveillance drones, though someone as canny as Kaelin would undoubtedly be able to deal with that. Per emergency protocol all spaceports were shut down, the Home Fleet was put on high alert and interdictor ships were moved into the orbit of Fondor to intercept any vessel that tried to leave, across the city troops were called into the streets.

As she searched, looking through some papers in a trash can, she felt it. Like an icy knife that was plunged right through her heart, she felt intense, agonising pain, growing with every moment, like she was being struck by sharp razors. The sensation of suffering was so intense she almost fell to her knees, biting down hard upon her tongue to stifle an outcry. Her breathing became ragged, her heartbeat increased at a rapid rate, pounding as the pain increased.

There were some forcers who had Force Telepathy so potent they could carry out long-distance conversations with their mind and get a holonet feed, but Siobhan was not that of forcer. So all she could glean was that Tegaea was suffering...agonisingly. Then for a moment an eye flashed before her mind...unspeakable tortures...a squalid hall....so much blood splattered everywhere...
"Tegs....she's hurting... it's...I saw a hall...looks like a warehouse..." she managed to get out as she focused, trying to keep the desperation out of her voice. Of course there were many of those but she tried to focus. The pain was strong but she refused to flinch, trying to hold the connection...perhaps it could yield more. It had to. She had failed Tegaea, she could not fail her again.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

“She’s not coming for you. She’s never coming for you. She’s busy with another woman. She left you to me.”

She didn’t believe it of course. No, Siobhan will come for me! She knew it. Any second now she’d come bursting in and destroy this tormentor. It was the only thing keeping her going.

She’d struggled of course, tried to get a wrist, an ankle free, tried to call for help. Her captor was too good to let that happen though. The chair was her prison. Just an ordinary chair, but the durasteel binders around her wrists kept her still, and the tight bonds on her ankles prevented any escape.

She flinched away as her captor grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She looked up into the face of the woman who had been Siobhan’s new assistant. Anya had shown her the picture. She’d joked that Siobhan had wanted an aide, not an aid. It wasn’t funny now.

“Now, let’s see your muscles get out of this….” The bloody scalpel, already well use, neared her face. She struggled, fought, but she was helpless. And then pain, eternal pain.

Siobhan…please!

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Tegaea Alcori"]

Pain, agonising, searing pain shot through her. Sharp razors tearing through her skin, clawing at her. An image flashed through her mind...a squalid room...so much blood splattered everywhere. The painful sensation would have forced her to her knees but she forced herself to focus.

For just a second she believed she heard a voice, weakening with every word spoken, the pain evident in it. Siobhan...please! The cry resonated through her mind, the suffering in it a hammer blow. Rage coursed through her, burning rage that if it were a physical thing would have set her alight. Pure primal anger that wrapped itself around her like a cloak, more than the clothes she had just donned after being rescued from the tub that should have been her grave.

Tegaea was out there...she would find her.

And tear Kaelin to pieces.

Cold, merciless eyes turned towards the window of the apartment, which was located quite high in an apartment complex. A storm was brewing inside her, its energies begging to be unleashed.

"Step away from the glass," she spoke to Protectorate guards searching the room in a voice that seemed not her own, the calm before the storm, icily cold, devoid of warmth, incandescent fury driving her. The bionic eye flared up for a moment, her organic seemed to have turned a sulfuric yellow. Then she jumped, leaping through the room past the astonished guards, one of them, perhaps realising the madness of this, tried to grab her but her blinding speed made this futile as she burst headfirst through the window, glass shattering and raining down upon the ground as she burst through. Glass shards cut into her skin, but they did not matter.

For a moment it seemed like she would be falling, taking a descent to the ground, a fall in which there could be no survival. A speeder that was steering through the sky under her narrowly dodged as she fell but then suddenly the Force shot through her muscles and she was ascending, shooting upward into the sky and rapidly gaining in altitude. Speeders and sky cars, reacting in alarm and surprise, quickly tried to evade, alarmed sirens blaring as she flew through the sky, moving like a blur. One speeder almost collided with her and hit a sky car as it tried to move out of the way, another was pushed aside by a force push before it could crash into her, but she paid the sirens no mind as she shot through the sky. She had only done this once before on Gehenna...but she had her rage driving her, fear, desperation, and, as terribly and annoyingly sappy as it sounded, love.

So she shot through the sky towards the location from where the sensation came, not trying to blot the searing pain she was feeling out, but opening herself to it as she came closer. Siobhan was absolutely incapable of telepathy, so it probably was fanciful thinking that Tegaea could hear her, but the thought was in her mind. Hold on, Tegs, please, I'm coming.

Siobhan did not need wings to fly.

It was time for the Butcher to get work done. Nothing could stand in her way.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

The screams had turned to sobbing. Blood dripped down the Lady Protector’s face. She tried to stop the sobbing, but when your left eye is hanging from its socket it’s not easy to be stoic. Her tormentor had removed the gag, all the better to hear her victim’s cries.
“You’ll be just like your dear wife. But perhaps I should go one better. Now the symmetry’s all wrong. There must be balance….” She yanked back Tegaea’s head and took aim for the second eye.

Hold on, Tegs, please, I'm coming.

It might have been the shock, or it might have been the delusions of hope and madness, but she heard the voice.

Tegaea laughed. Taken aback, Kaelin glared at her. “What’s so funny?” she snarled.

“The Butcher is coming. You have no idea what you’ve done.”

Kaelin ignited her red lightsabre and raised it to kill. “Then she can find your corpse. There are other toys to play with.”

Then the wall exploded and there was a very angry Siobhan there….

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Tegaea Alcori"]

Nothing could get in her way. The wall was an obstacle...until Siobhan willed it otherwise. Her blood rage driven mind imagined punching through it with the force of a battering ram breaking down the gate of a fortress and so she punched through with her mind. The force of an explosion resounded across the block as the wall shattered, bricks flying and a billowing cloud of smoke rising up. Out of the smoke Siobhan glided into the hall, her clothes covered in dust.

Before her merciless eyes, void of humanity, was the sight of a nightmare. Tegaea...broken...bloodied and mutilated. Kaelin standing above her with a sabre the colour of blood. The pitiable sight of her wife made her angry, rage shooting through her.

You really did not want to make Siobhan angry. A case could be made for the belief that the Butcher, a creature of violence and devastation, might be the real Siobhan...the one she tried to keep collared and on a leash, but ever eager to break out of her cage, the normal, very loosely stable Siobhan being the clothes she wore.

The leash was off.

Eyes blazing with righteous fury, waves of hatred emanating from her aura to match the darkness of Darth Keraunos. Kaelin was a Picasso with a razor blade, an artist at breaking people and bending their minds, tearing them apart piece by piece. A devious, patient spider apt at catching others in her web. Unlike so many others, she was open about why she did things...because she could. An entire Galaxy was her playground.

Siobhan was different...unsubtle, lacking in sophistication...but conditioned for destruction and vengeance. That was why the Primarch of the Blood God, the Champion of Chaos, had seen such potential in her, even as her blade cut off his head after she lay broken and crippled. So she did not waste time with words or dramatic declarations, wasteful speeches were not for her. Instead she acted. As the feet of the fury, which incidentally were bare, for Siobhan had not even bothered to put shoes on and so her feet were bloody from getting cut with glass, touched down upon the ground Kaelin would feel the arm that held her lightsabre suddenly being seized by an invisible hand in a powerful, bone crushing grip that should painfully wrench it backwards with a loud crunch, the aim being to crush her arm, break the bones of her fingers one by one. At the same time her throat would be seized in the very same grip, intended to cut off her flow of oxygen as her windpipe was seized in a grip as stronger than a killer droid's, choking, breaking.

Stretching out with her powers Siobhan exerted her telekinetic will and so Kaelin should be gripped tight and lifted off her feet to be spun through the air and almost smashed into the ceiling before being hurled across the whole room right into the wall, being propelled as if an invisible hammer, a Mjoellnir, had smashed into her so that, should this succeed, she should hit the wall with an impact that should leave a hole. Her organic hand raised and its open palm outstretched, a torrent of blue-white lightning bolts shot from Siobhan's fingertips and shot towards Kaelin. Lightning was a power Siobhan was not properly trained in, oftentimes she just hurt herself, but she had her rage powering her...a rage stronger than she had ever felt before, so should Kaelin be able to deflect, she would not care.

 

[Aeda Shaytari]

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Kaelin Isandros was a Sith Knight, and she had faced Siobhan Kerrigan before, sometimes winning, sometimes losing. However, back in the old days they had been relatively evenly matched.

However, this time she faced a Force unlike anything had faced before. Literally. The power, the rage, the utter fury coming from Siobhan was more powerful than Kaelin had ever experienced.

Glee turned to confusion, to panic, to fear in an instant. Now it was Kaelin’s turn to scream as her arm was shattered and she was hurled at the far wall. The crunch as she hit ended with Kaelin lying face down on the floor, her right arm bent unnaturally.
However, as the lightning struck it was clear she had tried to play possum and wait until Siobhan approached before striking a riposte. Suddenly the lightning tore into the Sith and she scrabbled to get away, reaching the hole in the wall and looking out at the waiting guards.

Kaelin was a coward, and she was no fighter. Not that anything could face the towering fury of Siobhan Kerrigan.

Raising her remaining hand to shield herself she lay there as if she was the one pleading for mercy.

At this moment usually the villain looks to the imprisoned hero to petition for mercy on their behalf. They rely on the hero to make impassioned speeches about ‘not becoming as bad as their enemies’ or ‘resist the temptation for revenge’.
Tegaea was in no mood for mercy. Bloody was pouring down her naked body, she was in terrible pain, and above all, she was no misguided Jedi hippie.
“Finish her, Siobhan. End her forever,” she whispered.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Tegaea Alcori"]

Siobhan Kerrigan was many things but she was no Jedi. She had never been one, not in action, not in belief, not in associations. Adril Tythorin had not trained her to be one. She was a soldier who crushed her opponents, using what weapons she had. The mystical powers of the force, harnessed into a battering ram, guns, explosives, blades.

If she had been a Jedi then what she had seen on the far-flung battlefields on which she had fought, sacrificed and so often shed her own blood and lost limbs for the Pyre would have changed her anyway. She had sacrificed an army to wipe out the last of the Bando Gora, quite literally burying them beneath a mountain. She did not take Sith prisoners. They were abominations to be crushed and, beyond all the propagandistic fanfare and hypocritical rhetoric of pompous politicians, here she faced a true monster. Who had tormented the woman who was the closest thing she had ever experienced to love.


Siobhan faced her enemies, she wiped them out or tried, even if it meant losing a few limbs along the way. No do-overs, no second chances, no 'please, give me a chance at redemption, don't become me' nonsense. Such did not work on a woman who, for all her faults, was honest to herself about being the Butcher. A bill had to be paid.

You did not hurt Tegaea. Ever. Unless you wanted to suffer and die.

There was no mercy, no humanity in Siobhan's eyes as she advanced, her aura had been set ablaze with fury as she advanced, a last salvoe of blue-white lightning shooting from her fingertips towards Kaelin, weaker than the current unleashed upon her before, but still painful. Her clothes dusty and dirty, feet bruised and bleeding from being pierced by glass shards, grim resolve and hatred written upon her features. A gesture of her hand made her lightsabre fly into her hand and the dazzling blue blade sprang into existence with a snap-hiss as she advanced quickly. She held her sabre angled high above her head, then brought it crashing down Kaelin in a vicious downward swipe meant to chop her head off and put an end to the Sith.

 

[Aeda Shaytari]

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Kaelin held up her hand and feebly tried to defend herself, twitching as the power tore through her. Looking up at the face of her nemesis she knew, at the last, that she had gone too far. What she had unleashed here was utterly unlike anything she had seen, a force of nature, as it were.

Kaelin had not changed much over the years. Her power and malevolence was a constant and terrible scourge on the galaxy. How many had she killed or tormented to reach where she had? Hundreds? Thousands? She was a monster, but she had not changed. Her power was in cunning, stealth, misdirection, not in battle. She was a coward, now more than ever, unwilling to fight a clearly superior foe. Now though she had awakened possibly the most formidable Force warrior in the galaxy, and had paid for it.

Many times the two had met, and though usually Kaelin was defeated, she had managed to escape. This time though was different. With her arm and weapon broken and her body electrocuted and crushed, Kaelin could not escape. She knew that Siobhan, even in this state, would turn aside to save her lover. She saw her discarded scalpel lying beside Tegaea’s chair. With the last strength she had she used the Force to flick it up to stab deep into Tegaea’s side.

Tegaea, half blind literally, and still unable to move, cried as the blade pieced her.

Kaelin tried to take advantage of Siobhan’s distraction, but this time it was not enough. She tried to get to her feet, then fell as agonising pain from her back and legs seized her. The impact with the wall had done a lot of damage.
She looked up and saw the blade descend like a blue thunderbolt, and for a second her face changed from one of hate-filled fear to one of acceptance. Justice had come at last.

The blue blade tore through her, and Darth Keraunos fell to the floor. Dead. Her evil ended forever.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Tegaea Alcori"]

It was done.

As awfully melodramatic and overused as that line might sound. The malevolent daemonette was no more. She had quite literally called down the thunder and reaped the whirlwind. Justice...revenge...the two were so tightly woven that any attempt to truly distinguish between them might be doomed to failure.

The blade came crashing down upon Keraunos and now she dead and broken before Siobhan, the hot blue blade having burnt right through, leaving a cauterised burn wound. It was over now, Siobhan's bloodlust sated, the storm of rage inside her calmed. But then snapped into action as she heard a cry of pain.

Kaelin was dead but Tegaea - the real reason for Siobhan's coming - lay there, broken and crushed, bleeding to death. Flying across the city towards the warehouse at top speed had taken its toll of energy, but Siobhan rushed over to her bloodied wife, still unable to move due to being bound to the blood splattered chair. As she ran she focused upon the durasteel binders that kept Tegaea secured to the chair; an exertion of her telekinetic will broke them and as her wife crumpled to the ground she was there to catch her, the lightsabre having been tossed away to the ground, deactivating automatically as it was no longer been used.

Siobhan caught Tegaea in her arms, craddling her and letting out a pained cry. All this had happened because of her. "Get medics...NOW!! Call Princess Anya!" she all but yelled at the guards, her voice being carried across the room with the power of thunder. She desperately tried to stem the bleeding, ripping off parts of her clothing to serve as makeshift bandages, but there were so many wounds, so much blood. She grabbed the blade and pulled it out, tossing it aside, pressing to stem the bleeding.

"Stay with me, Tegs...please...you can't d-die. It's over, please. I'm so sorry," she pleaded, her voice sounding all but terrified and desperate. Protectorate guards rushed into the hall, bringing medics in tow.

 

[Anya Venari]

Before she slipped into unconsciousness Tegaea smiled slightly.
“I knew you’d come for me. My beautiful Siobhan….”

Anya and the medics arrived and helped to stem the bleeding, rapidly taking Tegaea away to hospital.
“We’ll go with her,” Anya promised. “You should come with us and get cleaned up there. I know you’ll want to stay with her.”

“What shall we do with the body, ma’am?” a guard asked.
Anya looked scathingly at the corpse. “Dispose of it. Every part. Destroy all her belongings. I want her gone forever.”
She laid a hand on Siobhan’s shoulders and led her to the ambulance. In her current state neither Siobhan or Tegaea should be alone.
@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Tegaea Alcori"]

"I'm sorry...so sorry for everything. It's over. You'll be alright...please," Siobhan pleaded as her Tegaea slipped into unconsciousness and the medics took over. Siobhan held on to her hand until the medics dragged her away from the broken body of her wife. She was shaking, trembling, fear and desperation written across her features.

She had crushed Kaelin, saved Tegaea from her torture - after being responsible for it being inflicted upon her in the first place - but she could not help her now. She felt....utterly helpless. She could beat any opponent she faced but here she could not help. Tears dripped down her dirty and dust stained face, she could no longer suppress them as she sobbed. "She has to live...she has to," her voice was panicked, coming close to hysterical, but with a strong and threatening undertone of menace bubbling beneath the surface. After all, part of Siobhan was still in the semi-psychotic state she had been during the battle and she could easily slip back into it.

If Tegaea did not make it...worlds would burn.

She flinched when she felt a soft touch upon her shoulder then took a deep breath, trying to calm down...a bit at least, letting the Eldorai lead her to the ambulance. Aside from Tegaea Anya might be the only person who could keep her somewhat calm. "I'm not leaving her...not again," she spoke.

 

[Anya Venari]

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Anya gave her friend a reassuring pat. She didn’t know the full particulars, but she did know that Kaelin had just masqueraded as Sonae Kur. It would be necessary to find out how this had happened. Anya had a pretty good idea, and though she wasn’t laying blame it was pretty clear where at least some of the responsibility lay; with Siobhan.

Still, as they travelled in the ambulance it was not time for that. It was time for Tegaea to be stabilised and for Siobhan to be cleaned up.
When these two tasks were done they met with Doctor Sanith, a highly respected surgeon who had been drafted in with his team at this important time.

“I have examined the Lady Protector’s injuries,” he told them. “We have been unable to save her left eye, and she will need either a cybernetic replacement or some other treatment for that. She also has numerous cuts on her face and body, and her wrists and ankles are badly cut. The blade in her side came close to killing her, but fortunately a rib prevented it penetrating her lung. She’s in no immediate danger now, but it will take time for her to recover, more so if she chooses to have a cybernetic eye implanted.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” Anya said politely. Siobhan didn’t seem in the mood to chat, and was possibly still a little unhinged. “May we see her?”

“Yes, for a short while. Try not to overtax her as she’s heavily medicated. She’ll need to rest soon.”

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Tegaea Alcori"]

Some of the responsibility was putting it lightly. Thing was that Kaelin had been absolutely correct about Siobhan in her speech while the Exarch had been her prisoner in the tub, with every word she had said about her. Unfortunately, Siobhan seemed absolutely incapable of using her brain.

It was no comfort that Siobhan at least hated herself for being at fault. After all, Tegaea was the one who had suffered, who was still suffering, but here Siobhan was feeling sorry for herself. She was pathetic, weak and disgusting. She had showered furiously after getting to the hospital, yet still felt dirty, but then some stains could not be washed away.

She listened to the Doctor's report in silence, fear and anxiety rising up in like waves and her hands trembling before he said that Tegaea was in no immediate danger. She would make it....she had to make it. Even contemplating the opposite for just a moment felt like a betrayal, as if thinking it would lead to that particularl end. She took a deep and hopefully calming breath as Anya and the Doctor finished saying their pieces.

"Thanks....I need to see her," she spoke, trying to keep her voice controlled before she was led into the room where Tegaea lay. She wiped tears from her face as she beheld the broken body of her wife. Siobhan was supposed to be the one lying like this, not her.

Siobhan fidgeted before the bed, but did not flinch from the sight even as the tears fell freely. She was generally not the crying sort but now she was broken. "Hey, the queen is dead. You're safe now....you'll get better. I'm so sorry. I promise...you'll be safe."

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Tegaea opened her good eye tiredly and looked up at Siobhan. She smiled a bit muzzily, clearly halfway back to sleep.
“Siobhan…you’ll always keep me safe. Always be here…love you.” She coughed before settling. “Least we can match scars now,” she added the lame joke and yawned.
“So tired.”

Anya came to Siobhan’s side. “We should let her rest. You can stay if you like, but let her sleep….”

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Tegaea Alcori"]

Siobhan was barely keeping it together now, but she tried to put up a brave front and forced a smile. "I love you too," she said feelingly, wiping away tears from her cheek, her voice choked with emotion. She bent down to give Tegaea a gentle kiss upon the part of her cheek that was undamaged and not covered by bandages.

"Rest, dear. No one will hurt you, promise," she said softly almost in a whisper, her wife was already drifting into the realm of Morpheus, though Siobhan gently patted her hand. "You'll always be beautiful to me," she then nodded to Anya as she spoke and moved away from Tegaea, letting her get the rest she needed, and let out a long sigh.

Don't forgive me, please. "I'm staying with her," she stated as they left the room. "I don't want to hear about any damn Protectorate business." Let that other Exarch person whose name she could not really remember do some work. Or speechify. He liked to do that.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
The next day the familiar figure of Doctor Osway appeared. She did a double-take when she saw who was in the bed, and who was beside it.
“Your wife decided to get in on the fun?” the Twi’lek asked. Seeing that Siobhan was not in the mood she moved on swiftly.

Tegaea was roused and the Doctor presented the options. A cybernetic eye like Siobhan’s could be put in, as could a cloned organ, or nothing at all.
Tegaea looked a bit more lucid. “What are the advantages of a cloned eye?”
“It takes longer to grow and it can be rejected. It will feel more natural though.”
“I’ll take the cybernetic one. I can at least show solidarity with my wife that way.”
“I’ll get everything organised.”

When they were alone Tegaea looked at Siobhan. “Thank you, Siobhan. You’ll have to tell me what happened. And I suppose that Ayden is acting Lord Protector.” She sighed. “He can have it. I don’t want it anymore. You can’t have a cripple in charge,” she said morosely.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Tegaea Alcori"]

Siobhan looked pained at Tegaea putting herself down and patted her hand gently. An expression of clear distaste crossed her features at the mentioning of Cater. It was no secret that Siobhan had loathed the man. For starters, the Syndicate were gangsters and she could not recall him helping since Polis Massa. Not that she wanted the Lady Protector title - that was the last thing on her mind, but she was open about being terrible as a diplomat.

"You're more of a leader than he could ever hope to be and did far more than anyone else," Siobhan said honestly, sighing. She did not care about the Protectorate anymore. Let someone else rule it, or damn it. There was a short pause before she continued. There was no escaping saying what had happened and why Tegaea had been put through this torment.

No escaping the fact that Siobhan was at fault for the woman she loved almost dying....because she had been unable to keep it in her pants. Siobhan expected anger, it was well-deserved, truth be told a strong part of her thought she deserved to be cast out, but speak honestly she would. "It's my...fault...that you suffered. I was an idiot dumb enough to fall for a pretty face...I can only say I'm sorry, very sorry. If this...changes things and you want me out, I understand...," thus she began talking.