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I Will Find You (Kaeshana/OP)

Galina listened curiously to Chesna and soon frowned. "You would be surprised, Chesna." The redhead said remorsefully. There were many things she regretted, many things she'd done wrong and people she'd hurt. Not to mention even the young redhead had not escaped the need to kill. On the island alone.... There had been another who had the misfortune to crash into the icy island. He'd attempted to kill her, and she quickly ended the man's life and took his belongings that she could use. It hadn't been that she wanted to. It had been that she needed to.

"Some sins are bigger than others, more painful too." The girl admitted softly, though still remaining a little cryptic at what she was talking about. It was not a story she wanted to relive. Especially not when her mind had focused on the small things, when she was faced with the larger horror of taking a life. And sadly, it was only the last time, not the first for the redhead had been on the front lines on Sigma.

[member="Anya Venari"]
 
[member="Galina Kerrigan-Alcori"], [member="Tegaea Alcori"], [member="Adril Tythorin"], @whichever account Pete is using next post!


(Gonna kill some things before Sio finds the portal. Not many slaughter posts though. Next one will be Fire Breathers!))


There was a flash and an Adril-class starfighter erupted from hyperspace. Without pause, without any regard for the detritus of the last space battle and the Republic warships in orbit the craft sped towards the orb that was Alderaan. Once a world of learning and peace, a paradise to some, now infested with the foul presence of the Vong. Yet another casualty in the horrible war that had been spreading across the Galaxy. The place simply reeked of evil, or at least Siobhan thought so.


She had never wanted to return to this place after the last battle with the Sith. Truth be told, the only way she wanted to return was by accompanying an allied fleet to watch them utterly raze the planet and purge it of Vong through a blazing inferno. But none of this mattered. She was not here for vengeance, not here for a crusade, but something far more important that dwarfed anything else.


Her family.


And so her starfighter shot through the planet's atmosphere at top speed, ignoring any annoying warning signals the computer might be giving her. As she flew across the ruins of Alderaa, twisted and shaped by the Vong, she steered her craft faster and dodged aggressively, seeking to evade flak fire that was lighting up the sky. Republic flak or Sith? She could not tell. Not with the Force being so wonky that trying to use your enhanced senses was probably a futile task, not at the speed she was flying. In all seriousness she did not care.


Laser cannons and missiles fired and some hostile flak ceased to exist and she continued her descent, taking the fighter in for an aggressive dive as she waded through intense enemy fire, quickly dodging to avoid bizarre flying creatures swarming towards her. Screeches were heard, mad cries, creatures died in the fire of her laser cannons and her craft finally touched down, landing near a few ruins. Without a moment's hesitation she leapt out of the fighter.


Around here lay ruins of destroyed buildings and wreckage. Corpses lined the area, of Republic soldiers, Vong and Sith. Some were old, as could be seen by the fact that their flesh had been torn off and the corpses had been looted, others seemed fresh. Either were not her problem. She was about to advance, bolter loaded and in hand, ready to fire, when suddenly she a feral hiss. As it turned she spun in just the moment when suddenly a Voxyn pounced upon her.


Voxyn. Large, vicious, vaguely resembling oversized, mutated dogs. Terribly sharp teeth, spit that was like burning acid, able to emit sonic blasts and sporting disease-coated claws. If Siobhan had possessed the time to reflect she might have considered it darkly ironic that long ago she had helped [member="Mia Monroe"] in a quest to acquire vornsrks from Myrkr for her experiments. As it was, she was just pissed off. In the blur of a moment that then followed, she discovered why Mia had been so interested in voxyn. Why? They were strong, fast, vicious and...one of them crashing into you hurt like hell.


Ah, feth! Siobhan went flying from the thunderous impact. As a matter of fact the nasty beat that crashed into her managed to toss her into a wall. One beskar'gam, Siobhan-sized warrior goddess made polite conversation with a wall that had seen way better days and caved in. It hurt...a lot. And knocked the wind out of her for a bit, for she was certain she had broken a rib...or two. It did not matter. Pain was just weakness leaving the body. Instincts kicked in and took over and so, even though things were hazy, she shook herself out of it and quickly grabbed her bolter. The voxyn beast charged, all teeth and primal ferocity, she squeezed the trigger and as the bolter barked, explosive bolts leapt out.


BAM BAM BAM BAM and so on and so forth. One voxyn discovered to its misfortune that it was not bolter-proof. 30mm x 45mm explosive grenades blew the beast's head off. However, Siobhan had little time to savour her victory, for it proved short-lived. Just as she was trying to get to her feet with a groan she was suddenly shaken by an overpowering sonic blast that seemed to come out of nowhere. A scream so ear-shrieking she felt her eardrums were about to shatter and blood seeped out of her ears. The compression wave shook her hearing and made her feel nauseous. As she was trying to shake the sonic blast from the second voxyyn off, with her bolter having dropped out of her hand, a third one suddenly charged at her from behind, moving almost in a blur.


Swiftly it was upon her, spitting bursts of acid-like saliva. Beskar'gam was...very powerful and pretty much like the armour of a tank. However, it had its limits in certain sections. Such as around the joints. The visor of the helmet was also an obvious weak spot. Slowly acid began to burn through. Siobhan bit down on her tongue to keep herself from screaming as she felt a very painful burn spread through her in the joints. Bones snapped as the powerful spiked tail of the second voxyn struck her and soon the beast was upon her, forcing her down. With its vicious, disease-coated claws it came at her visor, aiming to tear it apart, doubtless so that it could rip her face apart or spit burning acid on it.


Her vision threatened to turn black as she found herself frozen in place, another beast trying to rip through her arm. Then abruptly she grabbed the voxyn above her with her hands. Two beskar-clad hands, one of which was not a flesh and blood one but composed of solid durasteel beneath the synthflesh. Both hands crushgaunted. With a powerful, brutal wrench she ripped the beast's head off. It collapsed upon her and she rolled, seeking to avert her face as she knew the blood of voxyn to be toxic. The third voxyn came at her once more, with Siobhan narrowly dodging before she gave the beast a hard kick. Right into its massive mouth that seemed full of teeth, knocking it off balance, even after being blown away by a heavy duty grenade and getting half of its limbs blown off.


Several of its brethren likewise emerged from the shadows and charged, evident on swarming her. Siobhan did not have the patience for that. Time for the big guns. As the swarm came closer and closer, she brought up her shattergun rotary cannon. Pretty much the point in excessive brutality, it was a cross between a shattergun and, well, a minigun. 80 cm long, weighing 22 kg, with an effective range of 450 m and firing small-calibre metal pellets at a ridiculously high velocity and with a firing rate of 6, 600 rounds per minute. A shatter gun, which used magnetic properties to propel tiny metal projectiles at high-velocity to inflict impressive carnage, was able to penetrate phrik armour. One might recall that a phrik container had survived the destruction of Alderaan by the death star.



Alderaan again. Ah, the irony! As the beasts charged from all sides, she squeezed the trigger and the barrels rotated, then the cannon roared. Not as loudly as the boom of a cannon, but certainly as loud as any rotary cannon. Beasts were driven back, projectiles found their targets and hit home, monstrosities died as she spun around to spray those charging at her from behind with rounds. Everywhere she looked there was carnage as she began her campaign of purgation. Then, when it seemed she had gained some breathing space, she leapt into the air, not propelled by the Force, but by the power of her inbuilt-jetpack. As she leapt, a thermal detonator dropped down beneath her feet, blasting away a voxyn just when it leapt from a rooftop into the space she had just vacated. She did not have the time for a prolonged battle. Pain coursed through her body, the acid felt like it was trying to eat through her armour, but she cared not.
 

Anya Venari

Star Queen Tirathana VII
[member="Galina Kerrigan-Alcori"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Chesna raised an eyebrow, nodded. “Some sins though stretch across the centuries and the galaxy. Some are more personal. Some are both.”
She said nothing more but eventually they crested a dune and saw, in the distance, something different.
She squinted. “Is that a househttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/46528-sanctuary/?” she asked, puzzled. It was nestled down by a dark river on their shore. Beyond it the land changed abruptly to distant rocks and vegetation.

“It looks like it. Come on, let’s get a bit closer…” Tegaea said.
 
"Yes, some certainly do." She said quietly.

Coming over the top of the dune, she saw it too and cocked her head curiously to the side.

"Be careful.... We don't have weapons. Who knows what is there...." Galina warned, worried that it might be quite dangerous to them. Moreso she was worried about anything that had the remote possiblity of stealing away the last people she loved. None the less, hand in hand she went right along with Chesna and Tegaea.

[member="Anya Venari"]
 

Tegaea Alcori

Firemane Industries CEO
[member="Galina Kerrigan-Alcori"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Unarmed, they were, but the three of them ventured cautiously down to the small hut.

Tegaea left Chesna with Galina and cautiously climbed onto the wooden verandah. Picking up an oar from a docked ship she crept carefully around, but there seemed no one present. She knocked on the door.
“Hello?”
No reply.

“Come, Galina, Chesna, it seems abandoned,” she said, though she hefted the oar just in case….
 
[member="Galina Kerrigan-Alcori"], [member="Tegaea Alcori"]


Siobhan could not rationally explain it, but she instinctively felt she was going in the right direction. Well, Adril had not shown up yet, but she felt it in her gut. Then again, maybe she was just trying to convince herself since every block of the old Alderaa city looked as depressing as the next.



Counter-air fire had forced her down to the ground, deactivating her jetpack, though she had escaped the voxyn. In their place there was an angry horde of Vong. Fearsome beasts clad in Vonduun crab armour, armed with amphi-staffs, fanatically devoted to their dark gods who commanded them to go out and slaughter. With brutal ferocity they charged her seemingly from everywhere, intent on swarming and cornering her. Their amphi-staffs hissed as they were tossed her way, unleashing venomous poison.


Siobhan threw herself into the fight with a ferocity that would make the Bando Gora gleeful. Gas grenades flew the Vong's away, unleashing sickening clouds of gas, then her guns roared. She mowed down Vong with bursts from her mobile shattercannon and then when ammo seemed low with her bolter, barking out explosive bolts. Sickening cries were heard, walls were peppered and in places simply fell apart under the overwhelmning onslaught. When the Vong came too close she bashed heads in with her bolter, before being smashed against debris though she managed to grab a Vong and take him with her as she flew. Amphi-staff, blades and claws bashed against her armour, burning acid struck her and fists beat against her, but despite the pain she was in she kept coming.


Still firing, she jumped up, her shattercannon abandoned, swarmed up a pillar without stopping and jumped up the balconey of a building from where Vong were tossing amphistaffs at her. One Vong was simply grabbed by the wrist when he came at her before she rammed her elbow into his arm and tossed him against a comrade. Bolter at the ready, Siobhan stepped through the broken window into the interior of the building. Smoke grenade tossed in, infrared vision mode activated, then a bolter loaded with APE rounds roared. As she passed through, finally reaching the outside it seemed to her that the Vong warriors were retreating, finally.


Then she heard a very familiar, very disturbing and unwelcome sound and looked further ahead, perceiving the massive silhouettes that were coming her way. Her first clue as to their nature was massive volume of fire that suddenly swept towards her, large streams of gelantinous flames. Siobhan ran, as fast as her tired legs could carry her as the building behind her was set alight by fire. But there was no reprieve to be found as the Fire Breathers were unwilling to give up pursuit. They were massive leviathans with hides so thick that they could shrug off a turbolaser blast. Abominations in their own right, they were beyond the capacity of her guns to handle. She ran, rolling as a stream of flames swept over and engulfed the wreckage of a tank, then quickly activated her jetpack and leapt into the air. Though not before some flames caught her. Her armour mitigated the fires and kept them out...to an extent. She landed upon a rooftop, then quickly dropped down from it when it was suddenly enveloped in fire. She had to admit that the Vong, far from being the feral monsters she was used to from Aurum, had been smart. Having distracted her long enough with mooks for the heavy artillery to come.


Inexorably the huge leviathans came closer, breathing fire and brimstone. Siobhan, just about managed to stand, limbs feeling like they would rather go to sleep, bones shattered and breathing very heavy. Actually it was more like panting. Fear and fright gripped her heart and threatened to turn to terror...for herself, Tegaea, Galina.


Tegaea and Galina. She could not let them down. Not again. And so, finding herself cornered and with her jetpack apparently damaged, Siobhan called upon the awesome power of the Force. A power that was terribly wonky and out of balance by the will of evil spirits from Chaos. Nonetheless she called upon it. It was her will that she enforced upon the air around her, manipulating and twisting the air currents with such power that they bent to her. She moved her hand in a circular motion as she sought to harness the Force, gradually whipping up a whirlwind that swept across the ruined city block. A towe of multi-faceted death arose as the swirling vortex swept towards the Fire Breathers, gathering Vong, debris and wreckage along the way, driving the flames back and blossoming into what amounted to a small tornado, a wind of greater power, force and ferocity than she had ever summoned.


The tornado howled as if it were the roar of a wrathful god. Buildings, already weakened by the devastation caused by repeated battles between Jedi and Sith, collapsed. Unfortunately for Siobhan, the Force was, well, terribly wonky and so, as beads of sweat dripped down her face and back in earnest, as her concentration became so intense that it was painful, it backfired badly upon her. She struggled and sought to pour what energy she had into the motion, but the tornado was violently pulled from her control and began raging with any restraint. Siobhan cried out when she herself was caught in its brutal embrace and flung through the air at tremendous speed. She was utterly defenceless as she was smashed against pieces of flying debris, causing various cuts and abrasions, not to mention nasty blunt trauma, being tossed helplessly like a ragdoll that was at the mercy of forces beyond her control. She brutally impacted upon a shoddily constructed roof.


The roof...did not appreciate this and broke down, with Siobhan along with it. The tornado had raged across the area and the Fire Breathers were buried beneath the ruins, dead and wrecked. Hordes of Vong corpses lined the area, too many to count. Siobhan would find herself buried inside a broken building. Unfortunately for her, she was not just in a ridiculous amount of pain and had lost a ridiculous amount of blood, but a pillar had also fallen upon her arm, trapping her. As it happened it was her mechanical arm.


In desperation Siobhan, once she had regained something like consciousness, tried to move and struggle in vained, but it was to no avail. Her visor was cracked and one of her artificial eyes seemed damaged, judging by it was flaring up. Her bionic arm...plain and simple refused to move. On instinct she tried to call upon the Force, seeking to will the pillar to be thrown off by an invisible hand. However...the Force was not with her and refused to respond.


The Force...was not with her. Oh, crap. So much pain, so much blood. Her eyes turned to her lightsabre, still attached to her belt. Desperate times, desperate measures. A very shaky hand, the one made of flesh and blood, gripped the hilt and after some fumbling managed to press the activation switch.


Snap-hiss.


The brilliant blue blade sprang to life and with a very shaky, trembling hand she guided it towards her mechanical arm. Beskar'gam was lightsabre-resistant and ridiculously tough, but being tossed around by a tornado left its effects, not to mention being badly beaten in general. So at a portion that was strongly weakened she began cutting. Such was the pain she was suffering from in general that she was biting down on her tongue as there was the sizzle of flesh being burnt and sparks flew when the blade cut through durasteel. The smell of roasted synthflesh and finally of burnt electronics filled the air as her lightsabre finally managed to slice through, making a not at all clean cut that left a stump that was a mutilated mess of beskar covering flesh and metal. With a very pained groan Siobhan rolled away from the pillar, crawling on the ground before she finally managed to arise. Her remaining hand gripped the wall tightly as she struggled to stabilise herself and limp out, very, very slowly.
 
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
As Siobhan stumbled, wounded, a hand reached down for her. Shimmering in blue and gold, the shade of Adril Tythorin looked down at her with concern.
“No matter what changes, my love, you still are losing your body parts.”
Her spectral hand caressed Siobhan’s broken visor and bloodied face, a slight tingle as she did, and the pain would lessen for a while.
“The portal is near, but beware, for it is cursed. It delivers you to the netherworld, but with such a burning rage only slaked by taking the life of another. It is the only way however.”

The Vong were gone, but in the distance a blood-red wound in the sky could be seen.
 
[member="Adril Tythorin"]


One-armed, de facto one-eyed, battered, badly beaten, bleeding strongly, Siobhan stumbled before finally a spectral hand caught her. She looked up and beheld, well, not an angel, but in Siobhan's present state of mind it was close enough for her to accept that as a valid description. The spectral hand touched her and as there was a slight tingle, Siobhan felt the pain lessening somewhat. Not entirely vanishing, but enough to keep her going...just a bit more.


For how long? Long as she found Tegaea and Galina it did not matter. "Now you sound like Tegs. I was retired till today," Siobhan would have laughed but that would have probably hurt her too much. She heard Adril's words. Hope surged up inside her when she heard the portal was near, then she heard her words of warning.


For a moment she paused. She was a killer, this she knew. Most of the time she went about her work without remorse. But what if the life she took was an innocent? Even Siobhan, though she had fallen so far, still had some standards. She felt regret for her outburst on Kaeshana and the collateral damage it might have caused. Her sheer rage had been frightening.


But...she had a family to save. Rationalisation? Perhaps. "Then that's a price I'll pay, if I can save my family then. Thank you...thank you for everything, my love. Will...I see you again? Did...did you find Eldorai heaven?" The words left her badly bruised lips, her voice almost cracking.
 
Abandoned... Nothing was ever truly abandoned until you checked out the bathrooms, closets and ceilings even the floor cause that's never safe .. Ah, wait this one isn't paranoid, though maybe the writer is.

Galina waited with Chesna until Tegaea spoke up, and headed down to join her mum while tugging Chesna along, without giving the woman any choice because there was no way she was letting go for a second unless she had to. "Should we go in?" Maybe the little huntress should have known to be quiet in situations like that, but this was no forest and she suspected the rules were highly different here. Wherever here was.

[member="Tegaea Alcori"]
 

Tegaea Alcori

Firemane Industries CEO
[member="Galina Kerrigan-Alcori"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Tegaea hefted her oar and nodded. Chesna redoubled her grip on Galina’s hand in case there was a need for them to make a quick escape.
Moving to the door, Tegaea suddenly pushed it open, oar ready to deal justice, rowing style, to anyone waiting inside.
The hut was empty, or at least on first glance.

As they entered they saw it was a small, three roomed shack. A stone hearth had a small fire flickering, filling the main room with warmth. A small bedroom sat off to one side, and an even smaller kitchen beside it.
In the main room there was a wooden table and chairs, and a large recliner facing away from the door.

“Ah, come in, come in, my friends,” a voice said from the chair. Tegaea hefted her oar threateningly. “There’s no need for that, Ms Alcori,” the voice said. It was female, soft, low. “And you, Miss Galina, no need to be worried, we’re all friends here…. And of course…Chesna Chinue. Welcome to my humble abode.”
Whoever it was did not turn to face them, leaving Tegaea to anxiously hesitate.
 
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
“It is not like the heaven we were promised, but it is…peaceful. I will always be with you, Siobhan, I have always been with you, though perhaps not in a way either of us could sense. We will see each other again, ere the end.”

The spirit vanished, leaving a free path to the portal.

This one is reminded unfavourably of a certain red-blue-green ending. This one hopes that Star Brat does not make a Netherworld appearance.
 
[member="Adril Tythorin"], [member="Galina Kerrigan-Alcori"]


Siobhan's blood-stained, bruised lips smiled. "Goodbye...I love you...I always will. Feel free to haunt me. Or take a peek when I'm showering." Adril vanished from her presence. Adril Tythorin. Lover, icon, saviour, teacher. Resolved and resolute, Siobhan dragged herself across the road towards the portal, limping badly.



Her flesh leg pained her strongly but she persisted. For a moment she winced when she thought she heard screeches, fearing that more Vong and monsters had popped up, but no one came to challenge her. However, she was off-balance and as pain surged through her leg she stumbled over some skeletons, hitting the ground hard. Painfully and with a groan she managed to force herself back up and limped on. She took a very deep breath when she saw the shimmering portal before her. Willing some energy into her tired legs she forced herself towards it and fell through. Darkness swallowed her as she was thrust across time and space into the underworld, her mind reeling painfully as the fathomless void swallowed her up.


When she came to she found herself thrust in what seemed like a swamp. There was an eerie green sky above her, but everything was so dark. It was then that she heard a female, timid voice, fear intermixed with a surge of hope upon seeing her. "Siobhan! It's really you? Thank the Goddess you're here. Where are we? Where are Tegs and Galina...," the female green Twi'lek who spoke was Shari, one of Siobhan's servant girls. The woman approached Siobhan, wearing a dust-covered dress. Without thinking she quickly helped Siobhan up, the look upon her features that of a woman who wanted to cling to her for dear life. "I've been looking everywhere for you. You're injured...wait...I..."


However, Siobhan did not see Shari. The only thing she felt was an unspeakable rage that overrode all her senses and so suddenly she smashed her fist into her face with her remaining hand. The Twi'lek cried out in pain as Siobhan broke her nose, but the berseker was not done yet as she seized her by the lekku. "Sio...," Shari tried in vain to struggle and gave Siobhan a kick, but this did not stop her. Brutally, without thinking Siobhan smashed her into the ground, before grabbing a rock and beating her brains out.


It was only when Shari was dead that Siobhan came to her senses. "What...have I...done...Shari, no. I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...I never..." Grief, sorrow and guilt overtook her as she collapsed to the ground. She would have cried...but she could not. Her mechanical eyes would not allow it. She was so paralysed with guilt that she could not move, her legs refusing to let her rise.


The disembodied voices out of the ether were pitiless. "What did you think would happen? That you would face someone you could murder without remorse. Like a Sith? Everything has a price. You're a murderer, a butcher. Did you ever think of those souls you murdered when you blew up that building on Kaeshana? Maybe Tegaea and Galina are better here because just ruin things for them as well!"


"Shut up!"


"Death comes to all you touch."


A price had to be paid. Trying to pull herself together, Siobhan arose, shaking, then limped on, out of the swamp and across the dunes. She had come so far, she had to find Tegaea and Galina. Nothing else mattered, and she walked on, limping badly.


"Will you tell them the truth or lie to them? Don't you think you deserve to stay here? Shouldn't you let hell swallow you?" She had no answer for that.
 
Galina looked worriedly between the two women as she squeezed Chesna's hand tighter. Then she heard the voice, and lofted a brow as she peered around the corner with Tegaea. She could only see the chair, and hear the voice. One more glance to Chesna, and then her mum, quizzically wondering how this being, this thing could know their names. "Who ... Are you?" The young redhead asked bravely. "How you know us?" Galina did not understand.

[member="Tegaea Alcori"]
 
[member="Galina Kerrigan-Alcori"], [member="Tegaea Alcori"]


Darkness swallowed her as if she was being sucked into a black hole. Her terrified screams were mercilessly drowned out. There was a flash and then she awoke. Sharp rocks dug into her as she found herself lying in a desert, a rocky plain. Looked a bit like Tatooine. Oh, great, she hated that planet. Somehow bad things kept happening to her whenever she went there.



Feth, where was she? For a moment an irrational fear and panic gripped her being. Was Xerxes behind this somehow? Had she fallen into his clutches again? Was this even real? She remembered very well how he could...toy with your mind. Quickly her hands roamed over her body, checking everything. Limbs still there, guns still holstered, knife in her boot. No binds, no cuffs. Good. Weapons made safety. Then when she looked up she noticed the baleful green sun shining down upon her and shivered.


Feth, this was not normal at all. "I really should quit spice," she muttered to herself as she got up, but then she turned alert when she suddenly heard a predatory hiss and spun immediately. Further away she could see one of the most disgusting creatures imaginable stirring. It was a Vong! Feth, that thing was ugly...and sort of mean-looking, judging by the claws and blood its body was splattered with. As a matter of fact, it looked like human flesh was hanging from its teeth.


Elpsis Kallikora, daughter of Jedi Master [member="Coryth Elaris"] and Sith Lord/Bando Gora Primarch Xerxes Vondiranach, did the only sensible thing you could do when faced with such a vile creature and without space magic at your command. She quickly brought up her shotgun and as the beast pounced her squeezed the trigger.


BANG A twelve gauge shotgun round made polite conversation with the Vong's right kneepcap, knocking it down. Grimly Elpsis approached, not giving the creature time to get up again she took aim once more and quickly squeezed the trigger again. BANG That round went straight for the Vong's skull and blew most of its face off, brain matter being splattered across the ground. Elipsis crinkled her nose a bit, for the smell was quite vile. "Feth it, that's more like it. Least the boomstick still works," she spoke to herself and cocked the shotgun, two shells popping out as smoke billowed from the barrel of her weapon; then she wandered off. Where? She had no bloody clue. On the bright side, no creepy visions, dreams or anything. She could not even feel the Force anymore. Darn. That meant no precog.
 
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

One moment hunting in the jungles of Dahomey, stalking a Cylix, the next...here.

Eyrecae rose to her feet slowly, looking around. To all sides was dunes and wasteland. With a sigh she swung her hammer over her shoulder so it balanced there. At least she was wearing her heavy phrik armour which featured some nifty nutrition systems to keep her going. Unlike a certain incarnation of her as well she didn't need to drink blood either, which always helped.

There were others around. Some spectral, some real looking. Eyrecae ignored them all...all except one. One figure seemed very familiar. That armour, that limp, that...scent. Heading down the dune she stumbled on the slick sand, coming to to slide in just ahead of her quarry.

"Siobhan! Nice day for a walk, huh?" she asked, looking her friend up and down. "See you wanted to start early. So, what in the seven hells is going on? Why are we in this desert anyway?"
 

Tegaea Alcori

Firemane Industries CEO
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Galina Kerrigan-Alcori"]

The voice chuckled. “Not yet, my dears, not yet. There are still two more to come…. ”

Tegaea, annoyed by these theatrics, stepped around the chair, oar raised, gasped. Chesna peered around.
The chair was empty.

“Who was that? What did she mean?” Tegaea asked. She’d noticed Chesna’s reaction, and so she asked.
“I don’t know! I’m just as much in the dark as you, I don’t know what she means, I don’t!” Chesna said impatiently, storming off to the meagre kitchen.
Tegaea watched her go, her frown deepening. “Stay by the fire, Galina, see if there’s any food here. I’m going to keep watch. I don’t like this.”
 
[member="Galina Kerrigan-Alcori"], [member="Eyrecae Alzari"]


Eyrecae's sudden appearance brought out conflicting feelings in Siobhan. On the one hand, it was good to see a familiar face, especially one who could bash eldritch abominations with her hammer since Siobhan was not exactly combat-capable at present. Not with only one eye, one arm and without the Force. The stump of her bionic arm would probably be prominently visible to the primeval Eldorai. On the other hand, well, Siobhan had just bashed one of her maidens to death with a rock.


Granted, the circumstances had been out of her control, but still. "Eyrecae...we're...in the netherworld. You got teleported here, along with billions of others...Tegaea and Galina. That queen Akala is involved somehow. I jumped through a portal to Alderaan to come here and find them." It could be inferred that she had slaughtered her way through lots of Vong monsters, hence the lost limbs. Siobhan leaned against the heavy phrik plate armour. Somehow the imposing, cold metal was very comforting for her. "The portal...it takes you here and back...but there's a price. You feel unspeakable rage, until you kill someone....and I just wanted to get them back. Eyrecae...I...killed Shari....I struggled against it, but I...couldn't." Her voice cracked, as she seemed about to break down.
 
Galina looked quite worried at the mention of others coming. "W-who? Who c-coming?" Speaking quickly and stumbling over her basic a bit as she did so.
Concerned she glanced quickly from Chesna to Tegaea as the two spoke. The redhead could feel tears welling up in her eyes, none of this made sense to her. "Where? What?" Galina just didn't understand.

"Wait! Don't leave me!" She exclaimed only able to what as both women left her alone by the fire. "I don't want to be alone." The redhead finally said as she knelt down beside the fire with little inclination to move beyond that as she wiped away the tears upon her cheeks. "Not here... not alone." Slowly she let a breath out, and then another back in trying to self soothe. Almost habitually, she rocked herself slowly back and forth so close to the fire. She'd done such often when she was on her own in the wild, and often it did make her feel better. After what had just happened to them, she didn't want to be separated from Chesna or Galina. The idea that she could lose them both if she didn't keep them within reach, within sight, terrified her more than anything else she'd been through in her short life.

Reaching up, she fiddled with a necklace around her neck. It was simply the slug that had once sat within her, so near to her heart. She'd survived that then, that small thing that could have killed her but it did not. "Survived this, I did that. I can do this." She spoke barely above a whisper to herself.

[member="Tegaea Alcori"]
 
And so it begins... The void whispered into Coryth's mind, "As far as voices from beyond the veil, couldn't you be a little less cliche, and just be normal instead of so damn cryptic, could you?" She asked rhetorically as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Reaching over she noticed an unread message on her comlink

"The Queen?" Coryth questioned as she looked to her comlink. "I'm soo not getting any rest today." The redhead rose from the bed, and headed off to meet with the Queen once more.

[member="Anya Venari"]

Meanwhile in the dessert under the green sun, in the underworld there was a familiar character walking the sands. A sadistic smirk formed on his lips as his eyes locked with a familiar redhead. Perhaps in this wasteland something good had come of it, and a reunion with his long lost daughter would at last happen. "Ah child, I see you have finally come to join the land of the dead." Spoken omnivorously as he approached her from behind. "To think your skills just might be improving, would be a shame if I had to hurt you twice over." A sigh came, "If only you didn't decide to run away from all the power you could have ever desired. A damn shame that you waste your time with such weapons, uncivilized that they are.... You'd never have needed such things if you weren't so very much terrified of the Force."

[member="Elpsis Kallikora"]
 
[member="Coryth Elaris"]


The last face she had expected to see. The man she had never wanted to meet again. Every word of his dripping with malice and cruelty, his presence ominous. Elpsis spun immediately when he appeared out of nowhere from behind. She wanted to raise her gun but she seemed frozen with fear, terrified even. Her very hands seemed to shake.


Xerexes Vondiranach. Sith Lord, Bando Gora sorcerer.


Her father.


As if on automatism her mind flashed back to another time, another place. Pain, so much excruciating pain as she felt her mind being violated and turned to jellie, her body beyond her control, as if it were a puppet and he pulling the strings. Wait, land of the dead? Did that mean she was dead? Was he dead as well?


Then reality ensued and she managed to think. The Force...did not work for her. Maybe that meant he could not use it either. It did not matter. She hated him, she would destroy and beat him until he was just paste. He would feel just how much she had suffered. She was not his daughter! Pure, incandescent, redhead rage took over. She brought up her shotgun and levelled it him, quickly squeezing the trigger. One incendiary shell sailed straight for Xerxes' balls! "Feth off, arsehole. How's that feel?" Not wanting to give him any time to recover she moved to bash her weapon into his skull. A shotgun...not exactly a light weapon. Or particularly pleasant when it was clubbed into your head. Moreover, Elpsis was rather muscular for a girl her age.
 

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