Sic transit gloria mundi
Location: Alderaan ruins
Allies: [member="HK-36"], [member="Phylis Alince"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Mierin"], [member="Tsavong Kraal"], Phylis Alince's ironclad vow of chastity
Objective: Wreck things,
Apparently the Vong had emerged almost unscathed from two buildings dropping and general mayhem raging. Regardless, in the interim Siobhan would not have been static and merely stood there while he advanced. After all, her specialisation lay in ranged combat, of the ridiculously destructive variety and so getting up close and personal against a behemoth would make little sense for her. Moreover, staying static tends to be a recipe for unpleasant experiences such as getting maimed or killed on the battlefield.
More danger was incoming from the rear as a Pureblood Sith snuck up while Siobhan had been telekinescing all over the place and unleashed force lightning. It was likely that Siobhan, busy as she was with tearing buildings down and living up to her reputation as Mistress Earthshaker, would have been painfully fried if Phylis had not possessed the presence of mind to intercept the blast. True, she was wearing heavy armour and had become quite proficient at blocking lightning, since that was the most popular Sith power and she had those vulnerable cybernetic limbs that attracted electricity so much, but she could not split her attention on two different fronts and both wreck buildings and protect herself.
But while the Vong dodged enormous piles of debris falling down from the sky Siobhan moved as well...into the entirely opposite direction. As has been said, she had not been flying before, but now she was doing just that as she suddenly leapt into the air. Very, very high as she pulled up and took off like an organic rocket ship at tremendous speed, the ground beneath her seemingly shaken beneath her might. It was true that force flight was rather energy intensive, and she felt the absence of the Force Valour induced energy boost as Phylis faced her own battles, but a good deal of the energy unleashed before had been borrowed power. Besides, she had energy in spades and had by now become rather experienced at both achieving sustained flight and fighting efficiently.
Hence the tremendously fun duel between her and [member="Tricia"] in the skies of Atrisia. Unfortunately the CIS had interrupted it by trying to drop capital ships on the planet. Then done the same again at Druckenwell when they dropped a shipyard. It annoyed Siobhan just a bit!
Anyhow she shot up through the sky at high altitude, vacating her prior position. Beetles were being unleashed seemingly everywhere, digging and crawling across the ground, others flying at her. Thing was that Siobhan, as she always tended to do now, was wearing her beskar'gam. Ironically enough it had been made by Ordo for her, before the great revelation about him being the dark lord. The efficiency of the beetles against such armour, which had even survived when Shadow blew up a space station she was on and spaced her, would be very limited, if it achieved anything at all. Another factor was that she was shooting through the sky, making it difficult for any creature to even land upon her.
Some beetles did manage to get a drop on her and tried to claw at her, but bounced off her armour. A sizeable chunk of debris behind the Vong, what had once been a pillar it seemed, was grabbed by her as she stretched out with her mind and raised it, then sent it flying towards him at the speed of an artillery round in an attempt to crash into him and impale him. The shot was not the most precise, but still came in at tremendous speed and velocity.
Boltgun leapt into her hand, finding a firm grip as she took ahold of it in her gliding position, the heart of the storm, or rather the whirlwind that was still raging. Two targets to choose from. HK could, this she was certain, handle the Vong, who was less of an immediate threat to her now. After all, the Iron Knight had a phrik body, which should mitigate the effect of any thrashing he received.
As for the Sith who was assailing Phylis with a Hydra staff and a lightsabre.
Siobhan recognised her. Very well. Well, she had obviously not met her before. But she had heard of what had happened to [member="Mia Monroe"] on Coruscant and had been there at her funeral. Little could Siobhan know that the Liberator had escaped the netherworld by now. In this moment Siobhan's decision was made for her and she felt rage. Pure incandescent rage and fury, almost apocalyptic. Brutal fury called to her and she welcomed it once more like an old friend as she beheld the woman who had slain Mia. One of her best friends, her battle sister.
The reasons were irrelevant to her. Whatever her flaws might be - and she had plenty, probably far more than virtues - Siobhan was loyal. Now she was like a steam engine ready to combust, a being of rage and desire for blood and revenge. Her anger was harnessed and found an outlet through her cold resolve. She would...make her pay!
This she attempted to do in her tremendously brutal manner. It was like flames were raging, as if she were a furnace, as she unleashed the metaphorical fires raging inside her. Not the Jedi way, but in her heart of hearts she had never been one and in any case had abandoned their Order a long time ago. It was just the right moment for the Chaos Goddess to make her return.
Without a word, organic eye ablaze with righteous fury, her bionic one flashing, she wrapped her telekinetic willpower around Mierin, metaphorical fingers curling. Her rage found an outlet as she harnessed it to destructive ends. Siobhan focused all the pain she ahd felt at Mia's death and all the rage upon the singular task of manifesting a gigantic telekinetic hand that sought to grip the Sith in its painful embrace, invisible chains attempting to enclose around and bind her body as she gripped her throat. In attempt to choke the life out of her and crush it, grip around her tightening with every moment so that it might feel like invisible walls were pressing against her, a telekinetic anaconda trying to crush limbs.
She would attempt to hold the Sith in a grip all the way down, in order to ensure that there was no escape. And, with this gigantic telekinetic bind, seek to violently lift Mierin into the air at tremendous speed and slam her back into the hard ground.
Repeatedly. With the impact of a meteorite collision.
Presumably if this worked as envisaged there would be a big crater as she poured her telekinetic power into pummelling the Sith. Obviously as a very powerful Sith Master,, as shown by her mastery of Force Bubble, one of the ancient Sith Purebloods and a chosen of the Dark Lord, Mierin would have a very potent Force Aura. Presumably this would keep Siobhan from say squishing her innards or tearing limbs off. What it did not do was prevent blunt trauma...and Siobhan was being extremely concussively unkind. A speeder crash would result in enough kinetic impact and blunt trauma to cause intracranial bleeding and explode internal organs. Siobhan was seeking to hurl Mierin into the hard ground with a speed far in excess of mere speeder crashes, and trying to crush her like an egg being smashed.
Allies: [member="HK-36"], [member="Phylis Alince"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Mierin"], [member="Tsavong Kraal"], Phylis Alince's ironclad vow of chastity
Objective: Wreck things,
Apparently the Vong had emerged almost unscathed from two buildings dropping and general mayhem raging. Regardless, in the interim Siobhan would not have been static and merely stood there while he advanced. After all, her specialisation lay in ranged combat, of the ridiculously destructive variety and so getting up close and personal against a behemoth would make little sense for her. Moreover, staying static tends to be a recipe for unpleasant experiences such as getting maimed or killed on the battlefield.
More danger was incoming from the rear as a Pureblood Sith snuck up while Siobhan had been telekinescing all over the place and unleashed force lightning. It was likely that Siobhan, busy as she was with tearing buildings down and living up to her reputation as Mistress Earthshaker, would have been painfully fried if Phylis had not possessed the presence of mind to intercept the blast. True, she was wearing heavy armour and had become quite proficient at blocking lightning, since that was the most popular Sith power and she had those vulnerable cybernetic limbs that attracted electricity so much, but she could not split her attention on two different fronts and both wreck buildings and protect herself.
But while the Vong dodged enormous piles of debris falling down from the sky Siobhan moved as well...into the entirely opposite direction. As has been said, she had not been flying before, but now she was doing just that as she suddenly leapt into the air. Very, very high as she pulled up and took off like an organic rocket ship at tremendous speed, the ground beneath her seemingly shaken beneath her might. It was true that force flight was rather energy intensive, and she felt the absence of the Force Valour induced energy boost as Phylis faced her own battles, but a good deal of the energy unleashed before had been borrowed power. Besides, she had energy in spades and had by now become rather experienced at both achieving sustained flight and fighting efficiently.
Hence the tremendously fun duel between her and [member="Tricia"] in the skies of Atrisia. Unfortunately the CIS had interrupted it by trying to drop capital ships on the planet. Then done the same again at Druckenwell when they dropped a shipyard. It annoyed Siobhan just a bit!
Anyhow she shot up through the sky at high altitude, vacating her prior position. Beetles were being unleashed seemingly everywhere, digging and crawling across the ground, others flying at her. Thing was that Siobhan, as she always tended to do now, was wearing her beskar'gam. Ironically enough it had been made by Ordo for her, before the great revelation about him being the dark lord. The efficiency of the beetles against such armour, which had even survived when Shadow blew up a space station she was on and spaced her, would be very limited, if it achieved anything at all. Another factor was that she was shooting through the sky, making it difficult for any creature to even land upon her.
Some beetles did manage to get a drop on her and tried to claw at her, but bounced off her armour. A sizeable chunk of debris behind the Vong, what had once been a pillar it seemed, was grabbed by her as she stretched out with her mind and raised it, then sent it flying towards him at the speed of an artillery round in an attempt to crash into him and impale him. The shot was not the most precise, but still came in at tremendous speed and velocity.
Boltgun leapt into her hand, finding a firm grip as she took ahold of it in her gliding position, the heart of the storm, or rather the whirlwind that was still raging. Two targets to choose from. HK could, this she was certain, handle the Vong, who was less of an immediate threat to her now. After all, the Iron Knight had a phrik body, which should mitigate the effect of any thrashing he received.
As for the Sith who was assailing Phylis with a Hydra staff and a lightsabre.
Siobhan recognised her. Very well. Well, she had obviously not met her before. But she had heard of what had happened to [member="Mia Monroe"] on Coruscant and had been there at her funeral. Little could Siobhan know that the Liberator had escaped the netherworld by now. In this moment Siobhan's decision was made for her and she felt rage. Pure incandescent rage and fury, almost apocalyptic. Brutal fury called to her and she welcomed it once more like an old friend as she beheld the woman who had slain Mia. One of her best friends, her battle sister.
The reasons were irrelevant to her. Whatever her flaws might be - and she had plenty, probably far more than virtues - Siobhan was loyal. Now she was like a steam engine ready to combust, a being of rage and desire for blood and revenge. Her anger was harnessed and found an outlet through her cold resolve. She would...make her pay!
This she attempted to do in her tremendously brutal manner. It was like flames were raging, as if she were a furnace, as she unleashed the metaphorical fires raging inside her. Not the Jedi way, but in her heart of hearts she had never been one and in any case had abandoned their Order a long time ago. It was just the right moment for the Chaos Goddess to make her return.
Without a word, organic eye ablaze with righteous fury, her bionic one flashing, she wrapped her telekinetic willpower around Mierin, metaphorical fingers curling. Her rage found an outlet as she harnessed it to destructive ends. Siobhan focused all the pain she ahd felt at Mia's death and all the rage upon the singular task of manifesting a gigantic telekinetic hand that sought to grip the Sith in its painful embrace, invisible chains attempting to enclose around and bind her body as she gripped her throat. In attempt to choke the life out of her and crush it, grip around her tightening with every moment so that it might feel like invisible walls were pressing against her, a telekinetic anaconda trying to crush limbs.
She would attempt to hold the Sith in a grip all the way down, in order to ensure that there was no escape. And, with this gigantic telekinetic bind, seek to violently lift Mierin into the air at tremendous speed and slam her back into the hard ground.
Repeatedly. With the impact of a meteorite collision.
Presumably if this worked as envisaged there would be a big crater as she poured her telekinetic power into pummelling the Sith. Obviously as a very powerful Sith Master,, as shown by her mastery of Force Bubble, one of the ancient Sith Purebloods and a chosen of the Dark Lord, Mierin would have a very potent Force Aura. Presumably this would keep Siobhan from say squishing her innards or tearing limbs off. What it did not do was prevent blunt trauma...and Siobhan was being extremely concussively unkind. A speeder crash would result in enough kinetic impact and blunt trauma to cause intracranial bleeding and explode internal organs. Siobhan was seeking to hurl Mierin into the hard ground with a speed far in excess of mere speeder crashes, and trying to crush her like an egg being smashed.
