To Trap A Battering Ram (Siobhan)

[Tempest]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
The flare of light and the stuttering sound of the explosion woke Tempest from her daze. She got to her knees, but felt short on breath, tried to breathe in, and then realised there was a problem.
“Siobhan…airtank…punctured!” she managed to gasp. Stumbling back up the steps to the ship she fell into the airlock and activated the controls. Slumped there, she managed to detach her helmet and lay on the deck, taking deep breaths.

She felt pathetic.

Whilst Siobhan was fighting and maybe dying out there she was laying around like a weakling. With an effort, for her ribs were still on fire and her head swam, she found and managed to stick an air canister into place, then stumbled for the airlock again.

Hopefully Siobhan would be alright and wouldn’t resent her poor showing so far.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Tempest"]


If anyone was pathetic then it was Siobhan. After all, here she was walking into a tremendously obvious trap - seriously, if someone lured you to a space station in the middle of nowhere could it never cross your mind that your nemesis might simply blow it up? - with only her apprentice with her. Purely because of her desire for vengeance and lack of common sense. While Tegaea was potentially at risk at home. Frankly she was a deeply selfish, reprehensible person.


Why anyone found her even remotely likeable or even loveable was something her writer never understood.



Anyhow, over the sounds of battle Siobhan heard Tempest's gasp, the words hitting her like an icy knife. "Tempest...get back to the..." she could not end her line, but then Tempest was going to the ship anyway, for auto turrets suddenly sprouted to life in the ceiling. In the crucial moment she had been distracted and so her barrier was hammered with rounds, she tried to pour energy into it but then was struck in the chest, another round going for her organic knee.



The turrets in question could be described as double-barelled SAWs. Again due to her beskar'gam they would not pierce her armour, unless hitting certain weak spots. Presumably getting her visor would be bad as well, what with there being no air and all that, again thanks to her. As it getting struck by the auto rounds would feel like being beaten with a mace. It could not kill her, but blunt trauma seriously hurt and so she cried out in pain, her leg feeling dead and the hit on her chest knocking the wind out of her. No fancy dodging manoeuvres, she fell down to the ground with a loud thud and impacted upon it.



Rage coursed through her body as she tried to get up, failing at this though due to the pain. Time seemed to slow as renewed salvoes were spat out of the super machine guns all around her. Her rage found an outlet as she violently grabbed the turrets with her mind, every one of them - and pulled, violently spinning them around to fire at each other, droids, Sith, anyone hostile, and in the process tore them down.

 

[Tempest]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
When Tempest emerged the battle was over. The hanger was a wreck of broken machines, men and equipment. She limped, but was now able to stand without swaying.
"Siobhan!" she cried, going to her friend and helping her as best she could. "We need to get you patched up quickly. Do you still want to go ahead with this?" she asked anxiously.

Already she could sense the approach of more droids. The battle was only going to get fiercer until they reached Shadow at the heart of the web.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Tempest"]


With her friend's aid Siobhan managed to get up with a groan. Inexpert Crucitorn worked through her body, stiffling the pain for now. Her organic leg was a mess again. Truth be told ever since the battle with Lotek'k and the skirmish with Vong on Aurum she unconsciously used the Force to keep herself from limping. The hangar was a mess littered with the detritus of battle, and it was bound to only get worse. After all, the station was very big and Shadow would have plenty of resources.



She shook her head at Tempest's question, sensing the approach of more droids from afar. "No...stay with the ship. If you don't hear from me...go." If one was feeling charitable one might say that she was trying to be noble, but if that were the case she would not have dragged Tempest into her ridiculous death charge to begin with.

 

[Tempest]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Tempest looked anguished. "Sio...let me come with you. I'm sorry I've failed you. I can do this!" she said defiantly. She clearly thought that Siobhan was punishing her for her failure or trying to keep her out of the way so she wouldn't slow Siobhan down.
She reached out a hand and touched Siobhan's helmet gently. "Please, let me come," she implored.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Tempest"]


This writer feels sorry for Tempest. Alas the Force was cruel and had given her a terrible teacher. For some reason there were people who liked Siobhan, despite the fact that her sexual prowess could not be that great! She was probably not even that attractive anymore after more than a decade of idiotic death charging.



"Tempest...you haven't failed me. You've made me proud," Siobhan said vehemently, taking a deep breath. "This is my mess. I can't drag you down with me. Stay here and keep our exit clear,." Aww, wasn't she being sweet? Probably not.

 

[Tempest]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Tempest hesitated, unwilling to obey and leave her friend and mentor alone to face this danger. But, at last, she relented.
“Alright, but don’t you die on me. I don’t want to have to tell Tegs!” she joked lamely. She gave Siobhan a hug, the impact somewhat lessened by the fact they were wearing heavy armour, and then Siobhan was off.

The area Siobhan entered into next had atmosphere, but in every room and corridor more of the droids waited, traps and turrets popped up. None of them singly or even in groups could stop her, but over time they would wear her down, hurt her enough to weaken her for the final confrontation.

Finally Siobhan reached a massively solid vault like expanse at the centre of the station. The door was invitingly open into the vast space beyond. There would be a puzzling feeling, something she couldn’t quite place, and everywhere the Dark Side of the Force hung heavy. The final boss awaited.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Tempest"]


So there were battles and more battles. Droids upon droids, turrets, traps that released Forcebreaker gas and detonated explosives. Speaking of droids, she had come up with a bit of a wild suspicion about where they had gotten bolters from, but that was not something to ponder now. Siobhan pulled through, her remarkable prowess in the Force tearing through opponents and entire hallways, leaving naught but destruction in her wake. However, even so the struggles took a toll on her. She was a powerful force-user, yes, her armour was made of the strongest iron in the Galaxy, her weapons were formidable and she was a master in the use of everyone of them. But she was not invincible and even her energy was finite.



By the time she reached the massively solid vault like expanse that lay - how very fitting - at the heart of the station she was running low on ammunition and grenades, the struggles with the machines having consumed so much of both. Her visor was cracked and she was limping badly. Likewise she had expended large amounts of energy, drawing strongly on the Sigil of Hope, her trusted force battery that fed her the energy she needed to keep going.


That and her rage, which as so often was her fuel. So strong that it was a palpable, very physical presence. Not the Jedi way, but then she had never been one of them in her heart of hearts. So she approached the vault with great wariness yet cold determination. It was open...very suspiciously. Suspecting that explosives might go off she wrapped herself in a protective cocoon of the Force, though it was more of a rudimentary one as she had to conserve energy for the real battle.



The Dark Side of the Force hung heavily across the hall, beckoning to her, repulsive and yet seductive as it let out a siren call. It felt like a powerful dark side nexus, reminiscent of Gehenna, deep beneath the mountains when she had faced Abaddon...and almost perished. A distinctive sense of wrongness along with a puzzling feeling began creeping up in her, a frown creasing her features. Her cyborg hand gripped her boltgun tightly as she stepped through the door...

 

[Darth Shadow]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
The dark room lit up to reveal a wide circular room with a pedestal at the centre surmounted by a throne-like chair.
There the Sith Lord sat, surrounded by a shimmering field of energy from a ray shield projector set in his chair.

As soon as Siobhan entered the door slammed behind her and a shimmering of energy covered the walls, trapping her between the outer walls and the inner pedestal.

“The battering ram has arrived. I’m sorry your dark skinned friend was not able to keep up. It would have been amusing to pick her off as well. Regardless, now you are here, exactly as I had planned, and here you will at last meet your end. Any final words before the end, Siobhan Kerrigan?” he asked politely.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Darth Shadow"]


Something was very, very wrong about this place - and about the Shadow. She could not quite place it, but something felt wrong about this place, about him. Very, very wrong. She tried to reach out with the Force and gain a sense of him and felt...nothing, but overwhelmning darkness radiating throughout the room was mucking up her senses.



The door slammed shut, shimmering barriers of energy sprouted into existence, effectively trapping her. "Tempest...take off...now," she spoke into her commlink, trying to stay calm, tone dead serious. Hopefully there was no electronic interference going on that would muck up her communications.



Electricity cackled over her palm and she limply raised her organic hand, a torrent of purple ion energy shooting towards the shimmering barrier shielding the Sith Lord in a wide arc as she struck, testing it. After all, any barrier overloaded at some point. This was supposed to be it...the final battle. Yet she could not shake off the feeling that...things were not right. With the Dark Side all-pervasive she could not think and focus clearly. "Dramatic. Alright, where's the grand speech? Sure you've been preparing one."

 

[Darth Shadow]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Darth Shadow watched the blasts of lightning play across the barrier. It squealed in protest, so he rapidly hit a button.
Behind the walls there was the whirring of machinery and the sound as if a lift was descending. And then…null. The lightning died on Siobhan’s fingers, and perception and power leeched from her.

“Grand speech? Perhaps. Oh don’t look so surprised. Who do you think those mercenaries on Mykrr were getting Ysalimari for? Several people, actually, but mainly me. I knew that the best way to trap you was to do it this way. How does mortality feel, Siobhan?”
He reached onto another button on his throne. “Raya…what is your status?”
“In place, Master. She suspects nothing.” The Blue Twi’lek’s image appeared on the little holoscreen.
“Good. Kill Tegaea Alcori. Do it quickly, leave no trace. Be warned, she is more dangerous than she looks. But…she is alone.”
Shadow disconnected the call and looked at Siobhan. “My grand speech is just to bring to your notice how utterly you have failed. Failed your wife, failed yourself, failed your Apprentice. It was easy to lure you here, setting the clues just complex enough that you felt special for figuring them out. Even the pirate and her ship just happened to be there for you. Dear Kalinai…or Darth Fury…as I still call her. Fooled you, didn’t she? But then, Raya fooled you as well. Everyone has played you for a fool, Siobhan, and you have let them. By now your wife will be dead, and dear Tempest will be in the hands of my piratical friends. I think Tempest will do much better under my guidance…as my Apprentice, don’t you?”

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Darth Shadow"]


Painfully her power was leeched from her and she felt like she had been deprived of a sense or a limb. The boltgun in her hand fell out of her grasp, such was the shock that overcame her, and clattered to the ground with a thud. Siobhan could fight without the Force, but not in the state she was in, not battered and bruised like this and so she dropped down to one knee.



But this was nothing compared to the searing agony that overcame her when she heard the Shadow's words. She wanted to dismiss them, to scream out and call him a liar, yet in her heart of hearts she knew them to be true. The feeling was like someone had rammed a lightsabre through her gut.



No...


She had...failed.


Completely and utterly. She had promised to keep Tegs safe and failed her...again. Only this time there would be no miracle. The thought that, to be frank, it had not been her fault Raya managed to infiltrate their villa did not enter her mind for even a moment. She had known all along that this would be a trap and yet charged in.


Her Tegaea was paying the price. Tegs...would die. Tempest would suffer. All because of her.


"No..." the word escaped her lips, voice full of desperation as she stood there, seemingly paralysed, then simply began to beat against the energy barrier, uncaring if that might hurt her. After all, if there was pain then she deserved every moment of it. "Tegs...I'm sorry." She did not deserve to live anymore.

 

[Tegaea Alcori]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
The door to Tegaea Alcori’s private study opened silently. Quiet footsteps padded across the floor.
The study was a large room with rare wood panelling and rich furniture. At the far end was a beautiful desk with a high backed chair. That chair was turned away from the door, the view looking down on the beautiful city of Santaissa.

Raya, the blue skinned Twi’lek business partner of Tegaea, crossed the room quickly and quietly, senses alert.
“Is that you, Chesna?” Tegaea asked from the chair.
For a moment Raya paused, then spoke. “It’s me, Miss…Tegaea. I have something to give you.”
“Oh? Come join me.”
Raya drew from a concealed sheath a razor sharp knife and crossed to the chair, ready. Such was the chair’s construction that the occupant could only be seen from the front, so she turned it violently towards her, blade ready…and stopped.
Sitting in the chair was Siobhan Kerrigan!
“But…no…you’re…” Raya said.

The image wavered and faded, but Raya had hesitated just long enough. As Tegaea swum back into focus she raised a short silver cylinder that Raya had often seen her wear and had assumed it was jewellery of some sort.
Her danger sense flared into urgent life. Too late.
There was a terrible bang, and then agonising pain as shredding buckshot pellets tore into the Twi’lek. She had been dodging, so rather than hitting her square on the pellets tore through her right shoulder, lekku and face. One tore into her eye, and she screamed and fell to the ground, the knife falling from her limp fingers.
Desperately she reached for the knife with her left hand, but a heavy foot stepped on her hand, and a collar closed around her neck with a snap, a Force nullifier. Raya tried to struggle away, but the collar had a leash, and Tegaea simply pulled it taut to keep her in position. It was something Tegaea was extremely good at.

Defeated and cut off from the Force, Raya looked up at her. “How…did you know?”
“You’re good, but you’re not perfect,” Tegaea informed her. She began unscrewing the base of her single-shot bolter, producing a fresh round from a case on her desk. “Specifically, that collar is yours for our…other activities, and I noticed a pattern. You always wore it around Siobhan and Chesna, and any other strong Force user. You wore a collar most of the time you were here, but you had two of them, one regular, the other the one you have on now, almost identical. Fortunately, being married to Siobhan Kerrigan allows me to spot the difference.”
“I could have…killed you,” Raya said. Already she could feel the pain and shock taking their toll, as well as lack of blood.
“Undoubtedly, but that wasn’t your plan. You’re an assassin, but one rather more refined than Kaelin was. My guess is that this is all leading up to a specific time…such as when my wife arrives at Gromas. Doubtless whoever your Master is wants to confuse and anger her by claiming I am dead. I think they will find she, like I, are considerably tougher than expected.
She had finished loading the new round, and reached for an end cap.
“Please…mercy!” Raya pleaded.
Tegaea’s eyes narrowed, and her foot pressed gently yet firmly on the Twi’lek’s mangled shoulder, eliciting a gasp of pain. “Mercy? You planned to murder me. Had I not guessed your plan you’d have succeeded. First Kaelin, now you, I am not feeling merciful. And yet, this is mercy…because I could keep you alive and contained…until Siobhan returns. Do you know what she would do to a Sith who tried to hurt me? I don’t know either, but I doubt I could prevent her ripping you apart slowly.”
She twisted the weapon around so the firing stud appeared.
“No!” Raya said, struggling, flailing to get away.
It was useless, Tegaea held her to heel like an animal trainer, and fired.
Blood and gore coated the polished wood floors.

Tegaea rose. “Chesna,” she stated.
From behind a decorative screen the Eldorai emerged, grimacing at the smell and sight of blood. “Yes, Mistress?” she asked timidly.
“Thank you for your help. Fetch someone to remove the body and clean up the blood. But first, get me a priority one call to Siobhan….”

 

[Darth Shadow]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
The Sith Lord laughed. A horrible sound of exultation and hatred.
“Only now, at the end, do you understand. Your feeble skills are no match for the Sith. You have failed, and now you will die.”
The energy field surrounding the throne deactivated and the Sith Lord stepped down, igniting a crimson lightsabre. Beskar was obviously highly resistant to lightsabres, but that was not Shadow’s only weapon. Surprisingly for such an old and frail looking figure, he picked up Siobhan and hurled her into the energy field enclosing the room. The powerful zap would be like a bolt of lightning. Then he approached, blade ready.
“I often wondered what you would be like as a Sith, and I immediately thought of Kaelin. Weak, driven by passion and emotions. She failed because of her predilections, and you have done the same. Even now your Apprentice is in my hands, your wife is dead, and the bomb Raya planted in your villa will dispose of the rest of your space elf friends. My victory is complete….”

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Darth Shadow"]


There were a number of things Siobhan, even in her weakened state, could have done. Sure she was deprived of her force powers, but she still had her guns, lacking in ammution as they were, explosives, even her lightsabre. But she did...nothing, as if seemingly frozen. To put it plainly she was too paralysed, too shaken to make any effort to resist. Her world was at an end, she had failed all those she cared for and the only things she deserved were suffering and oblivion. A weak, pathetic, unworthy failure. Just as when Adril had saved her. She had failed her as well. If the laughter of the Shadow showed exultation and triumph, then her eyes were just empty, that of a person who was already dead inside.



She cried out in pain when she was hurled across the room into the energy field and a powerful zap coursed through her body, striking her like a bolt of lightning. Her visor, as had been said, had been badly damaged in the battle and so there was nothing keeping the electrical shock from striking at her bionic eye, which went haywire as the vulnerable electronics were blasted. It was nothing compared to the pain she deserved to suffer. Nothing could ever be enough.



Waves of hatred overcame her. Hatred for the Shadow, her own weakness, but most strongly for herself.Her body shook strongly under the blasts of electricity. Then the Shadow advanced, a blade of crimson having sprung to life, the colour of the blood she had spilt, more than she could ever wash away. How could he hurl her across the room with such strength when he was frail of body - and when, more importantly, there were ysalamiri in the room?



Unless...


A shaking hand plucked free a thermal detonator from her belt and then she threw it as strongly as she could.

 

[Darth Shadow]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
The thermal detonator was a formidable weapon, a miniature nuclear explosion with a set blast radius. Thus when the grenade arced through the air Shadow dived for safety, but six metres was a large area, and he didn’t get quite clear.
The grenade landed at the base of the throne and went off with a flare of light and intense noise. The throne was instantly atomised, as were all the delicate controls therein. The shield surrounding the room vanished, but unfortunately the Ysalimiri were outside the room and not impacted at all.
The deck had actually been cut open slightly and rubble and ruin filled it. Indeed, the detonation had caused part of the ceiling to collapse.
Shadow had not made it out of the blast radius entirely, and now lay, missing his lower legs on the floor. But although there was blood what there was most of all was wires and metal.

‘Shadow’ looked at Siobhan, and his eyes flared a hateful red. “Did you really think I would be here in person? Now you will die when this station explodes!”
As he spoke explosions and detonations shook the station and immediately the lights dimmed. The noise and shaking was getting louder, and then a tremendous detonation pitched the artificial gravity at ninety degrees and hurled Siobhan into the wall, followed by the faux Sith Lord. Even without legs he clawed at her, trying to pull off her helmet or strangle her….

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Darth Shadow"]


There were explosions everywhere! The space station was rocked and shook violently, the lights dimmed. The noise was such that it felt like torture to her ears. Siobhan had little time to process things, still shaken by the shockwave of the blast of the thermal, though she had been at the edge of the detonation, and peppered with shrapnel, before she was tossed across the room into the wall. It was painful, concusssively so as her back smashed into it. She felt something break...actually she felt plenty of things break.



She tried to move but her organic failed her, while her bionic one was twisted at an unnatural angle. It was then that she saw the horrific visage of the man she had believed to be 'Shadow'. The eyes flared a malicious red, like that of a demon. No, not a demon. She had seen this before and it was very familiar to her.


Moira...


Mirien had told her about her mucking around on Atrisia. The droid legions on the station had been equipped with bolters in large quantities...


She and 'all organics must be processed' Maelion would be perfect partners for the Sith Lord.



However, she could not process any of this further. Everything in her body seemed to ache and the horrifically damaged droid Sith viciously clawed at her. She felt his strong metal hands pulling at her helmet, aiming to tear it off. With a feral cry she tried to knock him off and her bionic hand went for her lightsabre, trying to strike and stab him through the chest and get at his circuitry.

 

[Darth Shadow]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
The blue bar of plasma tore into the HRD, burning through its abdomen, and causing a roar of frustrated anger from the machine. Siobhan had failed to piece the chest, and so whilst she had cut it in half again, the remains of the droid forced her blade to the side.
The other fist punched down with inhuman strength right onto the visor of Siobhan’s armour, cracking and breaking the already damaged section.

The explosions were intensifying, and gravity started to fail, and with a final cataclysmic rending, the walls began to open up and fire lanced through.
On the plus side the Ysalimiri were killed. On the down side Siobhan was in the middle of an exploding station with a broken helmet when the air was already getting thin….

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Darth Shadow"]


The 'Shadow' was dead. Well, it was not really him, but a malevolent replicant. However, Siobhan had no time to savour her hollow 'triumph'. It could not be called one by any stretch of the imagination. Her lightsabre had cluttered to the ground and freed him his grip she had slumped against the wall.



Powerful explosions rocked the station like a thunderclap, gravity fell apart and then the walls were torn open, with fires spreading across the chamber. The site was apocalyptic as they surged across. Alarm sirens howled across the station as what organic crew remained was probably trying to evacuate, those that had not fallen to her, but it was futile. She felt a powerful rush coursing through her as the Force returned to her with a surge. The sensation was such that it was painful and disorientating to her, but she had little time to process this, for the air was becoming...very thin.



There was no point in trying to resort to Breath Control at this juncture. She plain and simply could not breathe - and there was no magic wand that could change that. Oxygen failed to reach her lungs and she started to choke, spasming and coughing violently as thick thick smoke spread up into the air and fires surged towards her. More explosions resounded across the hall, a big portion of the ceiling dropping down and some of the debris smashing into her as the shockwave crashed right into her. Siobhan had, purely upon instinct, managed to harness what diminished reserves of energy she still possessed and manifested a shimmering barrier, the Force wrapping itself around her in a protective cocoon as she drew upon the power Phylis Alince had taught her.



It, along with the beskar'gam [member="Ordo"] had crafted for her, kept her from being atomised by the explosion. It could not keep flames from engulfing her body and spreading across her. It could not prevent the trauma of bones getting smashed as debris rained down upon her. It could not give her oxygen. Even more importantly, it could not keep her from getting violently seized, as gravity failed, and pulled out with tremendous speed into the vacuum of space.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5kvwZihmY90


Moments later there was a cataclymic explosion and the station was ripped apart. In space, they say, no one can hear you scream. Moreover, it also say bitter cold. Very much so. There was no protection against any of this, no last minute surge of power that could prevent her from being catapulted into oblivion, brought to ruin by her own pride. Sometimes even the space magic of 'force gods' has its limits and they are pulled from their pedestal down into the realm of mortality.



So...cold. Darkness took her. She was drowning in it. In her delirium images flashed through her mind. Adril, fiery in her glory, saving her on Nar Shaddaa...then dying a hero. Her marriage with Tegs. Roche....with [member="Delila Castillon"], her ascension to Exarch, fighting the Machine God with @HK-36. Saving Tegs from Kaelin...[member="Coryth Elaris"]...Tempest...escaping the apocalypse of Druckenwell with Eyrecae...the last happy moments together with her wife on Naboo....perfect bliss...Tegs smiling at her one last time...



Tegs...Tempest...I'm...so sorry...



Then everything went dark.

 

[Tempest]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
“Anything?” Tempest asked from the bridge of the Flying Pineapple.
“Nothing,” Elanie said softly, as she had every other time.
“Come on, Sio, you’re cutting it fine!” Tempest said in frustration.
“There’s a big one!” Kalinai said unhelpfully, pointing out the largest explosion yet.
Tempest ignored the annoying blonde woman. Ever since Siobhan had told her to flee she had been filled with doubts and remorse. Siobhan had ordered her to leave, but it still felt like a betrayal, like she’d run away.
“Take us in closer!” When one of them looked about to argue she had stamped her foot, a trait unknowingly picked up from Siobhan and before her Adril. “Closer! There’s no firing now!”
Suddenly she was seized by a feeling, of pain, of fear. It was Siobhan. Tempest stumbled slightly.
“Siobhan! Take us in closer! Now!” she ordered. “I know where she is!”
Explosions rocked the remains of the station, and it flared apart into pieces lit by the light of distant stars.

The Pineapple advanced, but saw nothing but metallic wreckage. Then, suddenly.
“There!” Elanie called, pointing to the scanner. A humanoid figure, limp and moving at great speed from their ejection from the station.
“That’s her! Get a tractor beam on her! Now!” Tempest demanded.
“Step aside, girls. This is time for Kally!” Kalinai declared.
Tempest was about to protest, since the blonde seemed incapable of dressing herself, let alone trying to save a friend, but a transformation overtook Kalinai. Suddenly her hands blurred and she was well and truly ‘in the zone’. Outside the tiny, tumbling figure slowed and stopped, then started to move in towards the ship.
“Get a medical capsule down there!” Elanie ordered. “Tempest, they’re bringing her in to airlock 2. We’ll see you there.”

But what would they find when they got there? Would Siobhan be dead or alive?


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eim3Fnvpays