One Man's Treasure is Another's Trash (Me and Sio vs whatever's left of TSC)

[Zz'acc]

Zz'acc roared to the heavens in fury, he was to large. And the woman was to scared. Another roar shook free of his throat, this one however was fueled by the force, but not in aggression. Of warning.

The wind would carry his howl to the ears of the masters that could aid in defending the planet, both now beings he could almost call friends; [member="Morna Imura"] and [member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Something zipped through the sky, Allyson of course taking things into her own hands piloted a lovely Niathal. The ship flew and Allyson happily leaned forward into the controls with a twisted grin splattered across her face. An odd sensation passed through her as the ship maneuvered, she could feel her connection to the force melding with the system at will. Allyson of course knew nothing of it nor did she know anything different. This sensation possibly explained her love for machines and alike.

Allyson had one target and at this moment one target only - that target of course was the beast that screeched hoping to scare them away. Ember didn’t seem like the type to be scared off so easily and that was one of Allyson’s favorite qualities of the old man. The Mag-Pulse torpedos were loaded into the active weaponry, they were meant to disable ships, but they were more than capable to knock out a beast that was shrilling its head off. Allyson giggled thinking about how she was going to use the Mag-Pulse torpedos like giant tranquilizer darts. The cross hairs zeroed in, well if there were cross hairs of course. Launching two Mag-Pulse Torpedos towards the open face of the Sith Spawn beast. After the torpedos were sent off to their location, the young mechanic, clad in her oil stained spacer clothes with only a pair of small blasters tied to her legs, set the ship into auto pilot.

Then it was time to press the big red button. Her hand pushed against it and the ship’s cockpit opened up and she launched out with a small commonly issued jetpack catching her in the atmosphere. Thrusting towards where she last knew Ember and Siobhan was with the momentum of the abandonment of the ship. Using the mechu-deru, she controlled the little ear peice in her ear to speak to both Ember and Siobhan.

“Ey, Captain - you owe me something nice for that little kamikaze action to save your rear end. A nice basket of strawberries and corellian whiskey should do the trick.” Remembering the strong and well we’ll keep what’s going on in Allyson’s head alone for now, she remarked teasingly to the woman with Ember. “And as for your rather stunning companion captain, a kiss is required for the mighty beast slayer”

@Zz'acc [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Cloaked in Fallanassi immersion, Ember slipped down through several levels of the facility, presumably passing [member="Darth Kentarch"] on the way. No droid nor surveillance monad nor metaphysical sense could detect him, nothing but another experienced user of the White Current. He found, at last, a wall behind which he sensed Darksiders, soldiers, and hurried action. Upstairs, Kerrigan would likely be running into Daemos and Kentarch right about now.

He paused to make sure his heart wa right, to get his focus clear. This would require his full efforts, meaning his Fallanassi cloaking would have to cease. Force senses were not so directional or precise as radar, and he generally laughed at Forcers who made such claims, but what he was about to do would roil the waters as noticeably as Kerrigan's telekinesis. He was about to become a disturbance in the Force, as if thousands of ambitions cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced.

The wall before him, his sensors indicated, was permacrete a foot thick. Behind it lay soldiers, Sith, and holocrons. Years hunting Dark Side artifacts had given him a taste for their scent on the wind. He drew back one beskar-clad fist, summoned the power of the Force, dropped his immersion for extra focus-

And punched through the vault wall.

His hand opened, and Force Light flooded the vault. Sith minions felt their connection to the Dark Side interrupted, soldiers found eye-searing brilliance obscuring their vision, and holocrons -- those holocrons without bodies between them and this particular wall, whatever proportion of the sum that might be -- turned to crystalline dust.

He pulled his trembling hand back through before the counterfire.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Ember Rekali"], [member="Lord Daemos"], [member="Allyson Locke"]

Siobhan would be...more than happy to give the lovely Allyson a kiss for her heroics. And...well, let us not go there! As everyone knows, sexuality is not a personality. Maybe Allison, being a techie, would like to tinker with Siobhan's bionics, the woman was half-droid by now after all.

Regardless as she was moving down Siobhan felt the epic shift in the Force, the disturbance that felt like thousands of ambitions were suddenly crying out and then being silenced, as Ember unleashed Force Light upon Sith and holocrons alike. As much as she would have liked to be there and bear witness to the beautiful light show, it was probably for the best that she was not. In all likelihood the light would have burnt her as well, after all.

What with her organic eye having a creepy, yellowy venomous glint these days. Perhaps she should start using contacts for it. Regardless as she moved she had sensed another Force presence entering the picture, this being that of Daemos, though she would not know his identity. Reacting quickly she acted as she saw him. Siobhan's use of the Force was neither subtle nor graceful, as has been said, she was the sort who chucked rocks rather than heard the ripples. In her hands it became a bludgeon, a mighty hammer of power that she used to bash her enemies until they were beaten. Unrefined, primitive, but also brutally effective.

Exerting her will she manifested a gigantic telekinetic hand that would wrap around Daemos, those powerful mind pincers being stronger than those of a battle droid. It would feel like a durasteel docking clamp had suddenly grabbed and taken ahold of him. Of course Daemos had endurance beyond human norms and his heart would pump oxygen a good deal faster due to being a Czar, something she would not know, but then Siobhan was the sort to never hold back, better overkill than taking chances, and she had a grip that could tear down roofs, toss Sith Lords like ragdolls and rip out the freighter-sized tentacle of a skyscraper-sized elder horror, then punch it through its skull. The gigantic telekinetic fist would tighten its grip, seeking to choke the life out of him as it enclosed around his throat, telekinetic energy compressing around his arms to squeeze them together, invisible chains wrapping around them then getting tighter and tighter, in an attempt to break them. No holding back, no waiting to give the opponent a reprieve, just plain and simple telekinetic battering ramming unleashed by the brunette juggernaut.

With said gigantic telekinetic hand having manifested she attempted to throw and smash him against the wall. Repeatedly. Strong enough to inflict hurt on someone even if they wore beskar'gam, which would stop objects like knives, lightsabres, even have good resistance against bolter rounds that were normally strongly armour-piercing, but it did not stop kinetic energy, hence why the impact of an artillery round would still mess the person wearing it up. The speed at which Siobhan sought to telekinetically pummel her opponent would be approximate to that of a speeder collision, again and again.