In the middle of the alarms sounding, and the lights flooding up the fleshy walls of the hatchery, Srina felt a mild sense of reassurance. Normally such things exuded from her Master, but with his self-imposed Force deadness, all that he was, remained silent to her. This was softer. More subtle. Er’in.
‘Be careful. Nothing is as it seems and the Force won’t exactly be the friend it usually is…’, she mentally whispered to the dark-haired Hapan. Concern for her fellow apprentice was justified, though, perhaps unnecessary. She was more than capable…But these were Yuuzhan Vong. Most enemies recoiled from pain.
The Vong almost enjoyed it—until their final breath.
No sooner had they begun to tear apart the newly born creatures in the Hatchery did Er’in Tenel arrive, touched with sass, and a little bit of fire. Srina pulled back from where she’d been firing on something small and wriggling with her all-fate.
“Perhaps, you should learn to be on time.”
While her words might have seemed cold, or even touched with a bit of reproach, those who knew her best, would recognize the hidden threads of humor. It was just very dry when considering the current predicament the Confederacy now found itself in.
Responses to her call out for the other teams to update their status began to trickle in. It was slower now, since the element of surprise had been lost, but the white-haired woman appreciated it nonetheless.
“Acknowledged.”, was the simple response she broadcasted through her communicator, but any other thoughts she would have had, were burned beneath the ejection of the pre-approved plan. Nevertheless, the teams knew to adapt, and more than anything, were capable of wholesale carnage.
By the time they finished dealing with the abominations in the Hatchery the entirety of the area seemed painted in sludge and meatier chunks. All of that was erased, however, when the teams momentarily fell back to allow the explosions time to go off. It was fortunate that Metus quickly issued a new plan of attack, and as he pressed through the burning remains with the rest of the group to the barracks, Srina and Er’in fell back to assist [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"].
Srina followed behind her sister acolyte and steadily she could feel power resonate in the air. The stench of Baanu Harla became masked by the almost choking scent of ozone. The chanting of both Katrine and Er’in echoed in her mind, in her core, whether she was within hearing distance or not. There was not a Force-sensitive soul among them that wouldn’t be able to
feel it. Srina lost track Er’in when a pair of warbeasts came at them. It took time, and copious amounts of ammo, to put down the first creature. By the time she caught up to Er’in the dark-haired Hapan was definitely holding her own—But wounded.
“This is not what I had in mind when I asked you to be careful!”, Srina called over the sudden crash and howl of thunder and electricity in the distance. The small woman lifted a large slab of broken stone via telekinesis and it moved, surprisingly easily, across what had become a veritable battlefield. There were bright purple ponds next to them that glimmered, even in the dim light, as if they were radioactive. They were almost to the hangar, and therefore, nearly to Katrine.
Just as Er’in had used gravity to spear a chunk of rusted metal through the beasts back—Srina also utilized the natural laws of nature. The slab rose high before dropping on the warbeast, crushing it in an unfortunate spray of goo, and bodily remains. The silvery apprentice dropped down beside Er’in, her gun falling in its sling, as she reached for the small pack at her side. Her hands were methodical, the flow of blood from the Hapan’s thigh more enough to cause worry, and she quickly injected the woman with emergency bacta.
“Can you walk?”
Her heart fluttered as she applied a patch to the wound to keep her friend from bleeding out before they could get her to a healer. That, was something Srina had not yet learned to do. Not only that…But her focus was split. The spell, the prayer, of either woman left her repeating it silently as if she could see little else. The Force had always pulled at her mercilessly. Be it visions or otherwise, the typically in control Echani was ever at its mercy, and the call of the storm was no different. A combination of force whirlwind and force lightning… It thrummed in her veins, pooling strength toward Katrine, leaving her eyes unnaturally bright.
‘Hidden are we, blessed art thou, ancient mothers, daughters, gift of storm, strike now, protect me.’
‘Hidden are we, blessed art thou, ancient mothers, daughters, gift of storm, strike now, protect me.’
‘Hidden are we, blessed art thou, ancient mothers, daughters, gift of storm, strike now, protect me.’
‘Hidden are we, blessed art thou, ancient mothers, daughters, gift of storm, strike now, protect me, protect us.’
The two cadences of the spell had become jumbled and yet simplified. Her Mandragora mark burned and Srina knew, somehow, that it would be enough to support Katrine. More than enough.
Srina temporarily borrowed Er’in’s weapon and used it to cut through part of her cloak, with some difficulty, but she was able to make a long strip of fabric. She tied it tightly above the wound to form a tourniquet to halt the blood flow. Hopefully, this would give the injectable bacta and the patch enough time to begin repairing the damage that had been done.
“We need to get you somewhere safe.”
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