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The Terror From Beyond: Did You Just Punch Out Cthulhu?

The Tanks:
@[member="Fabula Cavataio"]
@[member="Valik"]
@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

The Controller:
@[member="Ayden Cater"]

The Healers:
@[member="Aleidis Ijet"]
@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
@[member="Rave"] Merrill

The Hitters:
@[member="Deagan Hunt"]
@[member="Delila Castillon"]
@[member="Kitt Solo"]
@[member="Isley Verd"]
@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
@[member="Alen Na'Varro"]


Cater swooped in, re-energized her, and was gone before she could fully process what had just happened. Proof, if she needed it, that Ayden Cater was very, very powerful. Of course, that didn't stop the High Council from planning an upcoming strike at Eriadu in retribution for Kayri, which itself had been an escalation from several skirmishes and incidents in the neutral zone. But that was tomorrow's battle. Today they killed Cthulhu, a threat to Fringe and Protectorate alike.

Rave staggered to her feet and examined the battlefield. Lotek'k took Varanin's sword to the skull, then a string of thermal detonators obscured its mouth. Then Na'Varro Force-ripped open the wound in its forehead. Then Siobhan Kerrigan ripped off a tentacle the size of a light freighter and used it as a spear. Lotek'k was taking heavy hits, and its attention was pretty thoroughly on Valik and Varanin, which was sort of the point. Everything was proceeding as she had foreseen -- feth, was it ever nice to say that.

Off to the side, though, @[member="Kitt Solo"] had just tackled a writhing horror, and Rave opted to go to there. She spat an incantation, and a whirlwind caught Kitt, slowed her fall. Rave couldn't do an awful lot about the corrosive spittle, but she could do something about the impact. Or, no, wait, maybe she could fix what ailed Kitt.

A bolt of green lightning slammed into one immense eye with a thunderclap, and while the creature was half-blinded, Rave dashed in. A bottle at her belt held a single serving of Water of Life, a physical manifestation of the spirit ichor that Nightsisters could use for a variety of...well, Nightsister technobabble aside, Rave poured the ridiculously potent Nightsister concoction over Kitt. It was green, it was nasty, it glowed like mad, and the corrosive spittle did not like it. All that mess sloughed away, leaving Kitt's chemical burns fast-healing. Oh, and there'd be pain.

Another bolt of lightning to the other eye bought her and Kitt enough time to get ready to do something violent.
 
@[member="Rave Merrill"], @[member="Ayden Cater"], @[member="Alen Na'Varro"], @[member="Kitt Solo"]

BAMBAMBAM

Over the deafening roar of the levitated twin boltguns, reloaded at a rapidly fast rate as she as went through magazine after magazine, Siobhan was somewhat aware of the impressive carnage that was taken place all around her. Doubtless this would be the fodder for a good holomovie one day. Sometimes she was sceptical about the developers letting her actress put on decent armour though because that would be bad for ratings!

Kitt Solo tackled a writhing horror, Cater jumped in to where Rave was lying, though Siobhan was too focused on bombarding weakening Lotek'k with explosive bolts to get much of a sense of what the third Protector was doing. It struck her as surprising that he was here, though, what with him having a space empire to rule and all that. To say that Fringe-Protectorate relations were rocky was a considerable understatement, technically the war was not over and she expected a Fringe counterattack very soon. Of course, Fringe propaganda conveniently overlooked the fact that them occupying Tar Mordren and violating the neutral zone had given the Protectorate a solid casus belli, but then propaganda was about overlooking inconvenient facts to make yourself look good, hence why every nation practiced it.

Then again, Exarch Kerrigan had thought occupying Phu was one but that was because Kerrigan was, well, Kerrigan. Not much of a diplomat. Regardless now she was out of the political game, except when it came to Eldorai matters, and could focus on something far more to her liking: killing big monsters. Well, that and indulge in the hedonistic luxury of a decadent aristo.

BAMBAMBAM

Grenades were thunked out and pounded the Cthulhu-like beast with brutal ferocity, hitting where the strikes of Varanin and Alen not to mention the whirlwind of grenades had already blown holes into the Star Destroyer hull-like armour. As for the tentacle that Siobhan had wielded like a spear, it was still embedded in one of the eldritch abomination's eyes, in case anyone was interested.

The writhing horror Kitt had attacked was letting loose volleys of corrosive spittle and one of her bolters was caught, the acid burning through it almost immediately as it fell down to the ground, with Siobhan being lucky enough to dodge and hit the dirt, or rather the very hard ground of the spire, as a volley came shooting towards her. Annoyance creased her features, dirty and badly bruised, as she forced herself to her feet, muscles still weak and unsteady on her legs. Her bionic hand, which seemed to have gotten a bit of acid on it as what flesh remained was quickly melting away, pain shooting through her as she grit her teeth, was clenched into a fist as she sought to concentrate. Then abruptly rather large rocks were ripped free and torn from of the jagged ground of the spire and hurled through the air at high velocity like improvided scatter shots with kinetic force behind them, hurtling directly for the eldritch abomination's face where Winterlight had already struck a powerful blow, each of them aimed to stab directly into it. The very air rippled with energy as the telekinetic whirlwind propelled them towards the elder horror.


Her flesh and blood hand rose, albeit with glacial slowness, but the annoyance this caused her just heightened her rage, electricity cackling acorss her open palm. Then there was lightning...lightning fething everywhere. This writer admits that they have long wanted to use this phrase. Force lightning was a Sith technique and of the dark side, blablahblah....this writer is fully aware of the irony of the former Sith Empress having more of a light side aura these days. Powe rippled through her and she unleashed, she unleashed it all as the scatter shots struck the beast. Her anger, her pain, sheer annoyance, her rage, all channelled and finding an outlet in her aggression. Lightning split and arced around the beast, enclosing and converging upon it like claws from several directions as she poured her will into giving the Terror from Beyond a thorough electrocuting.
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
The ground blurred by beneath her, though every move of her right leg was both awkward and painful. She limped very fast, all things considered. Fire and terror and energy flew everywhere. @[member="Deagan Hunt"]'s firepower made a speeder-sized eye explode, and jelly showered Ashin, but she kept her balance as she dashed past that writhing horror, pausing only to attempt to hamstring it with Winterlight. Even that was just in passing. Her focus was on Lotek'k.

@[member="Alen Na'Varro"]'s Force grip was ripping open the skull, and that was a target worth looking at, but @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] had that one locked down. Moreover, Kerrigan had torn off a tentacle like unto a light freighter and jammed it into one of Lotek'k's four eyes. Ashin gathered the Force around her and leaped, very high, very far, toward that oozing, dismembered tentacle missile where it protruded from the face of the Terror From Beyond.

She landed, half-kneeling, on the tentacle, jammed Winterlight into it for balance, and placed her left hand flat on the scabrous, foetid surface.

Ashin Varanin's primary power was Force Weapon, the ability to surround a simple item like a walking stick with an effort of will that would repel even a lightsabre. She had mastered it, focused on it, to the point where she could protect her entire body with it. But this moment, the use to which she put her main strength just now, had nothing to do with protecting herself. Alen Na'Varro had enlightened her to the fact that Force Weapon could enhance the damage done by the weapon it surrounded.

She surrounded the tentacle. Made the torn-off, starship-sized appendage lightsabre-immune and virtually glowing with pastel light. The tentacle jammed farther into the skull of Lotek'k, and gouts of smoke joined the clouds rising from @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]'s lightning strikes. Ashin's position on the Force Weapon'ed tentacle kept her safe from that. The Terror From Beyond screamed loud enough to shake the Spires of Hell, both audibly and in her mind, and Ashin yelled with it. Her Force-borne voice carried through to everyone as she clung to the impaled skull of the skyscraper-sized monster.

"FINISH HIM!"
 

Kitt Solo

Alen Na'Varro's Ex
@[member="Rave Merrill"]

With a blast of wind, she managed to hit the ground without breaking her legs. With a drop of liquid, she managed to keep her skin without a future skin-graft all thanks to one Rave Merrill. But there were no words to describe the burn.

"Ow-ow-ow-ow-ouch-chhhhhhh. Sonofagungan'suncleKRIFFINpieceofICURSEthedayIwasBORN." The rough and tumble mercenary huddled in a tight ball at Rave's feet sobbing like a baby as black spots splattered across her vision. The ground shook around her as the writhing horror stumbled around blinded and with a burned mouth. Its rage rolled off Kitt's feelings and threatened to consume her if not for the current pain she was in.

Oh thank the STARS it was finally stopping.

She stumbled to her feet, unabashedly teary-face looking to Merrill. "Thanks," she managed to croak. There was so much emotion behind that one word she knew she didn't need to elaborate to her Fringe-sister. "Let's take this mother-frakkin' monster's ass down," the growl indicated a closer return to normalcy.

Intro force combustion. Hm. Things were about to get messy.
 
Not having the Force branded her as pretty much useless in this endeavor. Colonel Kerrigan thought it was fun to waltz around and get out all of her PMS rage by having lightning arc across the space. It rivaled the lightning found in thunderstorms on tropical planets. Trying not to fall victim to a seizure due to the flashes(such would be her luck), Delila drug her weaponry along with her, in the back of the group with the ever-so-annoying @[member="Deagan Hunt"] .

I swear to whatever gods are out there, I will end Sio if she strikes me....

The brunette...whatever she was, had fallen at the hands of the giant beast-thing. Adjusting her missile launcher, Delila would have aimed for the head but some middle aged woman was clinging to it. Probably not the best of ideas to be honest. A giant sweeping tentacle rained down near her, knocking the launcher out of her hands and scattering it across the area -- and sending her in the other direction.

Standing, Delila had to shake off the dizziness and keep her back against the hard rock, slowly sliding over to her launcher. This time, she was going to be a little more prudent on where she stood. Setting up more or less off to the side and slightly to the back, the explosive was loaded and ready to go. Hoisting the heavy weapon on her shoulder, the redhead grunted a little and closed one eye, searching through the guidance system with the other. Locking onto the upper left shoulder/quadrant of the best, the trigger was pulled.

Momentum pulled her back, a flash of heat indicated the launcher had sent its weapon. Nothing better than trying to explode a giant beast, even if her result would most likely just end in blunt force trauma.
 
@[member="Ashin Varanin"], @[member="Kitt Solo"], @[member="Delila Castillon"], @[member="Alen Na'Varro"]

"FINISH HIM!"

Butcher Kerrigan did not need to be told that as the yell of the former Sith Empress echoed across the spire in sync with the roar that bellowed from Lotek'k, the Terror from Beyond, the elder god. The feats she had accomplished cost her much in terms of energy, her reserves were diluting, the pain from her injuries was making herself known, but she persisted, fuelled by anger, rage, her own bloodlust, perhaps something close to righteous desire to smite the beast before it could cause even greater devastation, laying waste to all that crossed its path, before it could hurt those that mattered to her. As much as she was the exact opposite of noble and righteous, though she was sufficiently capable of self-reflection to be aware of that.

A storm was brewing and she was at the heart of it. Well, sort, not a force storm obviously, for that apex power of the dark side was closed to her. It would take far, far more in terms of sacrifice for her to gain it, an actual pursuit of dark knowledge, so it would be closed. But the onslaught of lightning she had conjured up and that shrieked from her fingertips towards Lotek'k was destructive enough for her purposes. The pain she felt was strong, a sense of tiredness was overcoming her, but persisted and amidst it she felt something else as the lightning cackled.

Power, raw, primal, almost intoxicating power. Something that, though she might deny it, had always attracted her. It had been said that once one went down the dark path, forever it would dominate your destiny. Siobhan did not believe in that, but then she had never believed in the Jedi teachings. Her belief was that she had to channel her own rage, become the eye of the hurricane, sweeping all before her but remain its focal point. She just needed to control it so that she could harness it and use her gift for the destructive aspects of the Force productively. Thus she had envisioned the way she had served the Protectorate, now Firemand and Kaeshana. The darkness whispered into her mind, urging her on, promises of power and glory beckoning her, but the she violently pushed back to shove those thoughts aside.

Hubris? Well, by her own admission she regarded the Force as a can opener. Pride comes before the fall. But now such deep thoughts were not on her mind, rather it was the destruction of the beast before her. As always when in battle, the Butcher did not know what holding back meant and in this case such an attitude was fully justified in the face of an elder horror. So she poured her energy into the blasts of lightning, intensifying the volleys, as they danced across the hard ground and struck at the beast, even as for just a moment her one organic eye seemed to turn a sulfuric yellow. Smoke rose from her lightning strikes, joining the gouts of smoke caused by the Force Weaponed, light freighter sized tentacle upon which Ashin was still riding. The blasts of lightning came at the beast like claws or hordes of angry locusts, arcing pillars of energy surging towards it, the air being electrified and with the smell of ozone hanging high in it.

Her face was cast in an eerie light by the current of lightning she was unleashing, her bionic eye glowing, then it finally ceased as she lowered her flesh hand, which now hung limply as she took a deep breath. Then abruptly she reached out with her mind and exerted her telekinetic will, gripping the Force Weaponed super tentacle tight and seizing it.

Then she pushed it. Very, very hard. With it already having been jammed further into the beast' skull, now she used her power to push it through further, pretty much slamming the super, brightly glowing, lightsabre-like tentacle through the beast's head so that it should punch right through its skull, as her telekinesis pounded it with the force that bashed through the hull of a Bando Gora command ship to, as she put it, 'make a door'. The Lotek'k screamed, a powerful bellow that made her wish she was not capable of hearing, but she persisted as she punched it through and it emerged through the back of the skull of the skyscraper-sized monstrosity, having run right through and impaled the elder god with extreme prejudice. Releasing the tentacle she poured her energy into manifesting a gigantic telekinetic fist that lunged forward to punch into the Terror from Beyond's skull.

Sweat dripped down her brow, feeling strangely warm amidst the cold chill of the spire, as she brutally mauled the monstrosity, telekinetic energy rippling from the open palm of her blood coated hand to fuel the gigantic telekinetic fist that was punching Cthulhu again and again and again and again with unrelenting, brutal fury, the sigil of hope giving her fuel as hit the beast with the force of a battering ram. Then, spent, she collapsed and fell to her knees onto the hard ground, evidently drained, in pain with her force energies diluted, having done her part in this epic struggle.
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
Ashin found it wisest to be elsewhere as [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] used her perch as a pile driver. She landed heavily on the ground, among the tentacles, and was forced to make another leap instantly. A tentacle slammed into her in midair, throwing her against one of the pillars with enough force to leave an Ashin-shaped dent. Winterlight in hand, she moved forward-

But the Lotek'k was already falling -- away from her, thankfully. A list of its injuries would take some time to compile, but several gaping holes perforated a skull the size of a light freighter. Kerrigan had jammed one of its own tentacles straight through flesh and skullbone, and out the other side of its brainpan. That right there was the finishing move she'd asked for, especially on the heels of [member="Delila Castillon"]'s rocket strike.

As it toppled, Ashin focused, focused rather hard, on sensing the critter's blood flow. The base of the monster, encrusted with centuries of detritus, was revealed, and with a leap and a Force Weapon-enhanced slash, she cut her way inside the creature. Blood spurted from a vein, horrifically pressurized, but she forced her way into the stream.

And let the blood flow take her. The heartbeat was slowing, but pressure remained, and it squeezed her past numerous one-way valves, as in humanoid veins. Winterlight stayed pressed to her leg. The immense pressure changed, less a matter of tissue walls and more a matter of fluid pressure, and she was buffeted by heart valves the size of landspeeders.

She was no Siobhan Kerrigan, but she'd always prized and focused on the core powers. Telekinetic might gathered around her, regardless of the heart's bruising turbulence. Every Master faced a choice between reading the ripples and throwing stones, between shouting and hearing a whisper, and Ashin had long since grown accustomed to shouting. A Force Repulse slammed out from her in all directions, rending and bursting the heart around her. Na'Varro had already broken one of its hearts; this one, and the brain damage, and the many, many other serious hits Lotek'k had taken, should end it.

She cut her way free of the heart and climbed out onto the broad chest of the Terror From Beyond. Blood sluiced off her like waves retreating from a lighthouse.

The Writhing Horrors were still up...but not for long.
 
[member="Kitt Solo"]'s Force Combustion took a serious shot at the Writhing Horror before them. And by serious shot, I mean Rave had to shield her eyes while backstepping and moving to the side to avoid a wave of acid. When she got the range, she took a moment to cast about in a metaphysical way, but the only serious pain she sensed was from the monsters.

So she felt pretty fething confident in putting all she had into a barrage of Nightsister lightning. Green radiance played around her hands, amperage built, and two eye-watering arcs exploded from her palms. She took a page from [member="Deagan Hunt"]'s book; she'd noticed him splatter the eye of the other Writhing Horror not long ago. Lightning snarled into the Horror's eye. The immense, staring, disproportionate saucer grew milky white Lichtenberg figures -- and then exploded in a shower of jelly. Under the punishment of Kitt's Force combustion, the half-blinded Writhing Horror stumbled back.

Right onto the leg that Ashin had hamstrung as she ran past. The Writhing Horror crashed to earth.
 

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