To Trap A Battering Ram (Siobhan)

[Vaena Askari]

(With permission from the writer to use this post author)

As Siobhan floated in space, no doubt with the usual images and visions she gets at these points, the Flying Pineapple moved into position.

However, there was one final vision which came to Siobhan. It was of a pretty Eldorai woman who looked distressingly like another annoying Eldorai noblewoman.
It was, in fact, the very Eldorai who had found Siobhan, had rescued her, taught her, loved her.

“Siobhan. Siobhan…hear me. It is not time yet. Soon you will be with me, but not yet. I love you, Siobhan, always, and I am so very proud of you. Remain true to the light, remain true to yourself. Now live, [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]. Live!”
The spectral form leaned forward and kissed Siobhan, seemingly giving her a tiny spark which as the tractor beam guided her to the docking bay might yet sustain an ember of life inside Siobhan Kerrigan.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Visions and flashes of the past and of alternate realities were nothing new for Siobhan. Indeed, they seemed quite common to any of her incarnations regardless of reality. She was drifting, perhaps if one was mystically inclined being almost inexorably pulled away from this realm as the gates of the otherworlds opened to welcome her. Then she heard...her.



Adril, whatever her flaws might have been, had been her saviour, teacher, lover. In the end she had died so that she might live. Throughout the years since then Siobhan had not forgotten her. Indeed, it was her teachings that she had tried to live up to, though in her heart of hearts she had often wondered what her former master would think of her.


Now she was seemingly here again to give her life.


"Live!"


The exact opposite of what Siobhan, in the last moments before she had lost consciousness, believed she deserved. For a brief moment as the delicate spectral lips of the Eldorai touched her bruised ones, there was perhaps, if one is feeling particularly poetic, a tiny spark of life. "Adril...I...love you."


A husk of a woman, encased in beskar armour as if it were a coffin, was guided by the tractor beam and set down in the docking bay. Unconscious and broken, but seemingly alive. However, no response would be forthcoming from her, trapped inside in her own mind and teteering over the edge towards the void.