Location: Deep Space Outside Thearterra System - Unknown Regions
Time: Evening
Tag:
Mairéad Solus
Her death would have been shorter and easier, had she simply let herself be incinerated, crushed, or blown into a fuchsia paste on the star destroyer.
Instead, it looked set to be an ugly, drawn-out affair, which might very well see her waste away inside of a cramped metal box, while floating in deep space. Glancing at her reflection in the viewport, Sisserith grimaced at the haggard lines under her eyes and the unhealthy paleness of her skin. She had been trapped inside the life pod for three days and already, her food and water supplies had run dry. Not to mention, her arm seemed to have made no noticeable progress in regenerating, due to her lack of sustenance. However, her life support situation was still survivable, though the tiny Seseli found herself wondering if it might instead serve to prolong her death, rather than aiding her survival.
Pulling her gaze from the viewport, Sisserith glanced over her weapons and ammunition, of which she had plenty of if only for the fact that they hadn’t been needed after her escape. In spite of the fact that her entire life had been fighting and violence up until that point, the Sithspawn was surprised to realize that in this context, they seemed more like dead weight than anything remotely useful to her survival. Unfortunately, she couldn’t eat a weapon, though it might still be useful as a suicide implement—a less painful alternative to suffocation or vacuum exposure.
Or so, she hoped.
Nevertheless, such thoughts did little to help her situation. Closing her eyes, Sisserith let herself retreat back into slumber, hoping to save her energy and stretch the life pod’s air supply. Even if she was suffering now, it was far too early for her to give up.
In turn, she could only hope that any assistance, whatever it might be, wouldn’t arrive too late.
Time: Evening
Tag:
Mairéad Solus
Location: Mawite Flagship
Objective: Survive
Allies: BotM (Romund Sro)
Enemies: GA (Calix of Thyrsus Minerva Fhirdiad BB-610 @Strike Team Kenobi)
Fuchsia sanguinity dripped from the stump that had been her left forearm. All the while, white-hot, pounding pain lanced through Sisserith’s bruised and battered form, which yet still held strength owing to her body’s natural healing processes. With the detonation inside the hangar bay, she had suffered wounds which would have sent an unaugmented human into shock, helpless to save their own life. And yet, it was of little consequence to her that she was still able to walk and function, secure in the knowledge that with time and care, her body would mend itself largely on its own.
If she managed to survive, of course.
Sisserith grunted as the passageway shook beneath her feet, forcing the Seseli to steady herself against a nearby bulkhead. By now, word had reached her that the bridge had been captured. The ship was now effectively under the control of the Alliance. Armed with that knowledge, it didn’t take long for the realization to reach her—the ship was being fired on by Mawite forces who had disregarded the lives of any allies still aboard in favor of neutralizing an immediate threat.
In their shoes, she would have done the same.
Nevertheless, much of her previous fanaticism and belief that the ritual might still succeed suddenly felt hollow as it dawned on her that in this context, the interests of the Maw were now diametrically opposed to her own. Most of those in her tribe had managed to escape the vessel after the bridge was captured, but she was one of the few left aboard, still scrambling to reach the last remaining escape pods on the ship.
And time was slowly running out.
Grimacing, Sisserith kicked herself into a run even as the vessel shuddered and shook around her, fires and sparks erupting from seemingly all directions. Upon reaching the escape pod deck, the Seseli sprinted her way down the long passageway, passing rows of empty launch bays which had once held escape pods. Hope faded as she ran, but then she turned the corner, leaping down into a lower deck deck which held the emergency one-person escape pods, large enough to support the needs of a single sentient. Her gaze widened when she caught sight of what seemed to be the very last one in the area, but then it narrowed upon seeing a Trandoshan Marauder turn the corner at the opposite end of the passageway, dead set on reaching the same life pod.
Just as she saw him, he saw her. As if on cue, both of the Marauders slid to a halt, each standing a few meters away from the entrance to what might very well be the last remaining escape pod on the ship.
For her part, Sisserith didn’t hesitate.
The Seseli brought her arm up in a snap, willing the SMG mounted on the gauntlet to fire, plugging more than half her magazine worth of rounds into the Trandoshan’s chest, with three more punching straight through her opponent’s skull and into his brain. Within the same timeframe, the reptilian sentient had only managed to pull one of his pistols halfway out of its holster, before being cut down under a hail of fire, a puddle of green blood pooling around his fallen form.
With a deep breath, Sisserith slid down into the life pod, though not before claiming both of the Trandoshan’s pistols for herself. Then, slamming the hatch shut behind her, she tapped away at the controls, the seconds pounding in her mind at the looming possibility that someone else might attempt to rush the pod before she could launch. Sweat beaded across the Seseli’s alabaster features while she waited for the systems to power on. Finally, relief washed over her as the pod shot off into space 10 seconds later, the inertial compensators lagging behind as the Seseli’s head was forced back against her seat.
However, thrown from a flaming, crashing star destroyer into a deadly light show of turbolasers, missiles, torpedoes, and fighters, Sisserith’s adrenaline had yet to cool. Leaving the life pod on autopilot, the Sithspawn grimaced as the system guided her through the melee, before reaching its designated coordinates. Initially alarmed to see that the escape pod wasn’t heading towards Exegol, but rather, towards a set of pre-designated coordinates at the edge of , Sisserith was helpless to turn it back. She wasn’t a pilot and even if she was, attempting a second run through the gauntlet of laser fire would be tantamount to suicide. Instead, the Seseli held her breath as the cheap hyperdrive gave a high-pitched whine as it charged.
Moments later, streams of bluish light manifested within the viewport as the life pod blinked out of existence and translated into hyperspace.
Final Post.
Her death would have been shorter and easier, had she simply let herself be incinerated, crushed, or blown into a fuchsia paste on the star destroyer.
Instead, it looked set to be an ugly, drawn-out affair, which might very well see her waste away inside of a cramped metal box, while floating in deep space. Glancing at her reflection in the viewport, Sisserith grimaced at the haggard lines under her eyes and the unhealthy paleness of her skin. She had been trapped inside the life pod for three days and already, her food and water supplies had run dry. Not to mention, her arm seemed to have made no noticeable progress in regenerating, due to her lack of sustenance. However, her life support situation was still survivable, though the tiny Seseli found herself wondering if it might instead serve to prolong her death, rather than aiding her survival.
Pulling her gaze from the viewport, Sisserith glanced over her weapons and ammunition, of which she had plenty of if only for the fact that they hadn’t been needed after her escape. In spite of the fact that her entire life had been fighting and violence up until that point, the Sithspawn was surprised to realize that in this context, they seemed more like dead weight than anything remotely useful to her survival. Unfortunately, she couldn’t eat a weapon, though it might still be useful as a suicide implement—a less painful alternative to suffocation or vacuum exposure.
Or so, she hoped.
Nevertheless, such thoughts did little to help her situation. Closing her eyes, Sisserith let herself retreat back into slumber, hoping to save her energy and stretch the life pod’s air supply. Even if she was suffering now, it was far too early for her to give up.
In turn, she could only hope that any assistance, whatever it might be, wouldn’t arrive too late.
