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Post by Whill Shaman Nyx on Apr 7, 2013 3:21:05 GMT -8
*Eriadu was covered in rugged landmasses and small seas. Its surface was full of dirty industry and waste zones that polluted its atmosphere, land and sea.*
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Post by Elarinya on Dec 4, 2019 23:54:12 GMT -8
The Amphibious Interstellar Assault Transport/Infantry seemed to suddenly be free falling as it finished the transition between between the vacuum of space and the atmosphere of Eriadu. The massive sublight engines had lost all power, leaving Elarinya in a bit of a panic as she wildly pulled at the controls while mashing a number of activator switches. While power still remained within the ship, the primary engines were down and the repulsor lifts would not be enough to slow the ship down. At least not enough to touch down at a spaceport. One of the unfortunate draw backs of spaceflight was that not all ships were designed with aerodynamic principles in mind. The AIAT/i was fortunately not one such vessel.
Elarinya's escape from Darkknell had not exactly been the most well thought out plan. After beheading her former master, some protocol had been initiated. One which had seen a large number of acolytes that he had trained descend upon the compound. With such overwhelming odds stacked against her, she was not permitted a lot of time to plan much. Instead, she had managed to slip out of the compound and past many of the acolytes before they knew who their target was. By that time, she had managed to get to a small nearby spaceport where a handful of ships were landed. Of the lot, this had been the most intact and flyable.
In truth, she was just glad the thing had made the journey through hyperspace. It could have well fallen apart and sent her remains halfway across the galaxy. Instead, though, she was now fighting the control yoke and hoping the wind breaks would activate without instantly being burned or torn off due to the speed of the AIAT/i. She cursed her former masters name under her breath, knowing that if she had been stronger that she might have been able to use the Force to aid in slowing the ship down. However, such hatred was quickly pushed to the back of her mind as the surface of Eriadu continued to fill the viewport in front of her.
The ship started shaking then, as various control struts activated and the air breaks were deployed. Several of them quickly shearing off as they deployed due to the speed of the ship. The repulsorlift system seemed to work away, not quite able to affect any drastic change in velocity. Elarinya was not going to let this be her death though. She pulled back hard on the control yoke, and diverted whatever power she could into the repulsorlifts. The units overloading as they pushed the nose of the ship up as if the AIAT/i was attempting a water landing. She yanked hard on the straps holding her in the pilots chair and braced herself.
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The engines and back of the ship let out an almighty crunch as they impacted the ground first. The entire ship skipping off the ground, leaving Elarinya feeling weightless for a briefly moment, before the ship was pulled back onto the ground again. Hull plating and engine components went flying backward as they were torn from the ship as the bow smacked into the ground. Carving a path into the ground as it too was shredded apart. The wings buckled and the sublight engines disappeared. The massive units spiralling out of control away from the body of the AIAT/i. A pair of explosions sounding not long after as some vital component in them was breached violently.
And then the whole ship skipped on the ground again, seeming to turn for the few seconds it was off the ground and rolled onto the side opposite of where Elarinya was sitting. The hull creaking as the weight of the ship transferred onto it. The wreckage slowing considerably then, before finally coming to a stop against up against a large group of trees.
Elarinya finally gulped down a breath a few moments later, as she remembered to breath. Her body hanging limp and off to the left due to the ships resting orientation. She let out a groan then, the straps having bruised her during the landing. All of the spots being agitated as she worked the release mechanism. As the belts loosened, she grabbed onto the chair, as he weight was freed and swung out and down toward the far side of the cockpit. Thankfully, she had enough strength left in her to lower herself to the new floor of the ship. Shakily navigating the once former wall and toward the back of the ship which was now gaping wide open. Another casualty of the crash.
She managed to hop out of the wreckage, before taking a seat on the ground. Her body protesting any further action and movement as she leaned back against a hull plate that stuck up out of the ground. Her gaze lingering upon the crashed remains, hoping that where ever she was had some population that might have tracked her ships crash and could send a rescue party. Because the ship she had rode in on was definitely not flying ever again
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Post by Luxeria on Dec 5, 2019 7:17:22 GMT -8
The Baudo-class Star Yacht came burning through the atmosphere as it closed the distance on the other ship. Now easily visible from the cockpit, it was clear that the AIAT/i had no intention of stopping. There was no telling who the being within was, though, as Luxeria worked to focus on the ship, she sensed the presence of a Force-user and one of the dark-side. Was this person here seeking the Sith to join them? Then why the sudden arrival with no radio contact and busting through the defenses without so much as a hesitation? It could be a ploy, someone who intended to destroy the Sith, maybe one of the heretic factions they had worked to take out seeking revenge. Or it could be problems with the ship. It was any one's guess.
Still, they were approaching Eriadu City at a rapid pace and it seemed that they would hit it dead on. With that state of mind, there was little else she could do except take out the other ship before it got close enough. But before that, she had to try one thing. "Satele, try and contact the other ship. Get them to slow down and follow us into the city. Otherwise, if there is a problem with the ship, we need to be advised."
The seconds by in agony as they got closer and closer, Luxeria pushing the ship as close as she could. If they were to take it down, she needed the power diverted back to the weapons from the SLAM system. So in order to stay on top of it when the Dark Illumination deactivated its ability to keep up, she had to be right on top of it so to be able to shoot it down the moment her weapon systems came back online. Finally, a minute passed before Satele responded.
::I am unable to reach the other ship. It is possible that the radio is down or they are ignoring any attempts to hail them. I am unable to determine which.::
Luxeria let out a heavy sigh with a shake of her head. "No choice then. We'll have to take it down. Get ready to start rerouting power from the SLAM system back into the weapons." Pushing close to the other ship, she then noticed something off. "Cancel that. The ship's engines have flamed out. The pilot will not be able to keep control of the ship. Chances are the radio is down. We need to try something different." Taking a deep breath, she knew there was only one option. "Satele, take control of the ship and keep us steady and right behind it."
Letting go of the controls, Luxeria closed her eyes and lifted her hands. Time was running out. She wouldn't be able to take hold of the ship and bring it to a stop. Not even with her advanced skills was that possible. But maybe she could divert its course. However, as she tried to manipulate it, she found it incredibly difficult. Its size and intense speed made it hard to grip and move, even with them keeping up right behind it. Opening her eyes, the green had shifted to a burning orange as she drew on the dark-side. Putting all she had, she pushed at the ship, hoping to shift it. Taking a breath, she took hold of the controls once more, hope all she had left in believing the craft would miss the city.
Whether it was the pilot's skills, her own power in the Force, or just the way the chips fell, the ship crashed a little way outside the city. She pulled up just before the other ship hit, wondering what the outcome would be and if the pilot would survive. Her vessel's speed had Luxeria passing by rapidly as the sudden impact cut the AIAT/i's speed in half in an instant. Pulling back on the throttle, the Dark illumination began to slow quickly as Satele began redirecting power back to the regular systems. Turning, Luxeria headed back to the crash. By the time she arrived, the ship had come to a stop and by what she could tell, she saw movement. There was a survivor and it was the Force-user she had felt.
Nodding to her apprentice, she brought the ship down in a clear spot close to the crash. Not powering down the ship, she got up and left the cockpit and headed for the boarding ramp. As it lowered, she removed her lightsaber and looked to Kosrezic. "Stay on guard, apprentice. We don't yet know the intentions of this person. Be ready for a fight of any kind." The moment the ramp was fully lowered, Luxeria began making her way towards the wreakage and the single occupant sitting there.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2019 7:52:33 GMT -8
Kosrezic sat back, hands holding on to the straps of her seat as she strapped herself the moment the SLAM system was engaged in orbit. The inertia dampeners kept her from feeling anything, but it was always better to be prepared. All she could do was watch as the pursued the fleeing ship, allowing her master to handle the ship. In the case she was needed to take control of the ion cannon, she would be ready.
The pursuit continued for several minutes as they grew closer and closer to the ground, the cityscape clearly growing bit by bit in the distance. This was growing dangerous, that much she knew. Like Luxeria, she felt the presence of another within the ship and wondered why they were here. Still, it seemed that her master had made a choice in what to do. Turning to take hold of the controls for the ion cannon so to bring the ship down the moment she could, her head turned quickly as the auburn-haired woman changed her orders.
Her eyes then locked onto Luxeria as she let the Force flow through her in an attempt to bring the other ship under control. It was a good time to see just how powerful the woman was. It ended up being little, though she still didn't doubt what her master could do. The situation wasn't the best for anything. And in the end, the ship crash-landed, luckily outside of the city.
With the woman's nod, Kozrezic detached herself from her seat and made her way to the boarding ramp as the ship came back around and finally landed. There seemed to be a survivor. When Luxeria joined her, seeing her master remove her saber and give her commands, she drew both of her curved hilt sabers and held them at the ready as they began to approach the woman that had made it out of the wreckage.
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Post by Elarinya on Dec 5, 2019 18:36:45 GMT -8
Elarinya shaded her eyes with one hand as she saw a ship coming toward the wreckage. With the chaos off the crash, she had been unaware of her pursuers presence, nor any influence they may or may not have had upon her landing. The important thing to her, was that she was alive and that someone had found her. The consideration after that, however, was whether they were friendly or not. For all she knew, they could be slave traders eager for a catch such as herself. And given her current state, she would not be able to put up much resistance against any attempts to capture her.
However, she felt some relief wash over her as the two women appeared from the vessel, their lightaber hilts clearly gripped within their hands. While that meant they could have been Jedi, right now it was a preferable outcome to ending up as some slugs plaything. She rested her hand across her stomach as the pair drew closer. The bruises showing as a much darker shade of red against her skin as Elarinya pushed herself to sit up some more. Either she would manage to make friends and get back to civilization, or she would have to somehow struggle to fight them off. She raised her hand from shading her eyes and gave a weak wave. A quick visual inspection would show she was unarmed
Hi... argh... Sorry about uhh... crashing the party...Are you lovely ladies from around here, where ever here is?
She truly did not have any clue what planet she had ended up falling out of hyperspace at. She'd been so eager to get away from Darkknell, that she had chosen one of the last locations this ship had been, figuring she could worry about making any additional jumps after that. Unfortunately, that was no longer a possibility given that the ship was now in a million and one pieces
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Post by Luxeria on Dec 6, 2019 3:27:22 GMT -8
Luxeria's eyes squnited as she focused upon the Sith woman as she waved to them. After all that, she was so casual. Such an attitude didn't go without raising a red flad or two. She may have crashed, but that still didn't mean she didn't intend to attack them. There were many avenues for infiltration, of this she knew.
Even when she spoke, not knowing where she ended up, did Luxeria's guard drop. Her grip tight on Kyana Rendi, she worked to determine the girl's intention through the Force and through words. "You've landed on Eriadu. I'm quite curious as to how you do not know your destination as well as to why your ship ended up in such a shape. Perhaps you can regale with your tale?"
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Post by Elarinya on Dec 6, 2019 5:54:18 GMT -8
Elarinya's mind was still clouded by the pain caused from the violent crash landing of her ship, and the shock of having managed to survive. So she was only dimly aware of the human female's presence within the Force. Her smile fading somewhat as she let out another grunt in pain as her hopeful rescuers moved closer, still as on guard as ever. Her free hand moving down to help support her in remaining seated upright. She raised an eyebrow then, as the auburn haired woman stated that Ela had landed upon Eriadu. A planet's name that did not particularly evoke any real recognition, aside from being glad she had not accidentally ended up back upon Darkknell. She winced as she lifted her gaze to meet the stranger's
Eriadu... hmmm... There are far worse places to have landed... I'd be more than happy to recount my tale in full...
She grunted again, as more and more feeling came back throughout her body. The shock and adrenaline of having survived finally wearing off
Hopefully a summary might suffice for now? This wreckage isn't exactly... my ship. It's something of a loaner, that I picked up while trying to make a hasty get away. Not exactly the best choice, but it got me here... And away from them...
Elarinya tried to focus her pain into the Force, in an effort to keep herself conscious
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Post by Luxeria on Dec 6, 2019 8:08:17 GMT -8
Luxeria tilted her head in mild amusement, though no smile graced her lips as Elarinya spoke. "You may think so, but that has yet to be seen. Depending on your story, this place could very well be your worst nightmare."
Prepared to hear the explanation behind her arrival, Luxeria grew faintly irritated when what should have been a full story would be turned into a small summary. She could only hope there was more the express, for if that was it, there was little to convince the Sith that this girl should remain alive. At the very least, she expected to contain her and transport her to Mavlus and let him be the judge, though that would eventually be the case anyway. "So you are a thief and a menace? Certainly not the best way to express your intentions after crashing randomly on a Sith world. I would suggest starting again. And if it is a summary you wish to convey, I recommend it be concise."
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Post by Elarinya on Dec 6, 2019 20:32:34 GMT -8
Ela had hoped that a summary would be enough. But in truth, she suspected whoever these people were would want more. She squeezed her hand against her bruise then. Feeling the sharp shock of pain shoot through her body. Her yellow eyes started to glow then. Her body could take some abuse, and so long as none of it was permanent, it would be fine. But she needed some clarity and some fire if she was going to last this little question and answer session. She flashed a wicked grin up at the Human female then
Sith world? You mean the order that usurped my people’s name? Perhaps that is why the Force lead me here... A thief of ships I may be, but I am no menace. At least, not yet anyway. If you still want more of an explanation... I merely dealt with some people that thought they could play gods and use me for their own agenda... A plan I had some disagreements with. Now...
Elarinya forced herself up onto her feet. Her whole body aching and protesting against such movement into a standing position. More fuel to add to the flame that kept her in the present and awake
Take me in, or give me the honor of being healed, so that I might be able to fight to my last breath...
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Post by Luxeria on Dec 8, 2019 11:59:00 GMT -8
For one seemingly injured and needing strength to fully answer the questions, this girl was feisty. Part of Luxeria desired to break her further, to make her understand the meaning of pain and agony all in an attempt to see the thoughts that laid within. However, she refrained from the impulse knowing that if she proved a valuable ally, it wouldn't create the best working relationship. Holding out hope that perhaps she'd get that chance, she pressed forward from the thought, listening to Elarinya.
As the first words that came from her lips reached her ears, Luxeria had to keep from rolling her eyes. Was this girl really about to make some big thing about her race versus their order? As the girl went on, it seemed to not be the case. "Playing gods and using someone for their own ends? Sounds very Sith to me. At least, the old ways of the Sith." It was all she would give in the way the Blackguard functioned. Until she could figure out more regarding the girl and her past, she'd say nothing more. Unfortunately, it seemed as if Elarinya was only going to give up so much right now, using her condition as an excuse.
Though the ones holding the cards were her and her apprentice, the auburn-haired woman decided that for now, taking her in would better serve in their investigation. Turning away, the forest green orbs stayed fixed upon the Sith as long as they could before moved next to her apprentice. "Bring her aboard and keep her under guard. We don't yet know what she can do, so we must keep an eye on her."
Moving forward, she headed into her vessel and made her way for the cockpit. Taking her seat, she opened a channel and connected it to the Tarkin Estate. Tarkin Estate, this is Luxeria. We have pursued the fleeing craft and it has crashed outside the city. The sole pilot survived and is injured. Based on initial questioning, she fled from a group of people seeking to use her for something. We are bringing her in for treatment and further questioning.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2019 12:09:48 GMT -8
Kosrezic stood back just behind Luxeria as the woman questioned the surviving pilot. Her stare was focused as her grip stayed tight on her curved hilt lightsabers. For all they knew, she was just playing injured to lull them into a false sense of security. When her master finally turned and approached her, her guard rose even more, knowing she would be the one to defend against any attack. At the orders, she gave a nod and stepped forward.
"Let's go. We'll take you to get healed up. Hopefully, you'll be ready to tell us your story then. Otherwise, you may not like the outcome." Kosrezic then motioned with her head to follow. Unlike Luxeria, whose voice and tone shifted depending on the situation, Kosrezic's held a seductive tone with an accent, despite being commanding and serious. Just part of her training to become a manipulator and seductress.
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Post by Elarinya on Dec 8, 2019 23:04:17 GMT -8
Elarinya smiled as the pair of women decided to take her in. Her eyes were still aglow as the human female walked back to the ship, while the Twi'lek female started ordering her around. Given that she had no possessions to retrieve from the ship, she did her best to put one foot in front of the other and follow the Twi'lek. A feat that did not go without incident, with Elarinya stumbling more than once. Managing to catch herself before she fell over. But she eventually managed to make the trip back to the ship and followed the Twi'lek to where ever she was to be held on this trip they were about to make
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2019 0:12:04 GMT -8
Kosrezic kept step with Elarinya, walking beside her as to both lead and kkep an eye on her in case she bolted. The stumbling suggested otherwise, but one could never be too sure and the Twi'lek wasn't about to jepordize her standing with her master due to some laxing guard.
Leading the pure blood Sith aboard the Dark Illumination, the first thing that woukd be noticed was the luxurious feel. The darker colors gave it the dark beauty associated with it owner. Escorting Elarinya down the hall, Kosrezic motioned to the spare chambers. Outside of her own and Luxeria's, it was all that remained of the passenger space as the other rooms had been converted for other purposes.
Once inside, she pulled out a commlink. Master, we have boarded and I have our guest in the spare cabin. I will watch her here until we arrive. Still holding one of her hilts, she leaned against the door frane as she looked the girl over. There was one final piece of information that was still left hanging, one she knew the girl could answer. "What is your name?"
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Post by Elarinya on Dec 9, 2019 9:12:48 GMT -8
While the concentration it took to keep her focus remaining upright was significant, Elarinya was still able to appreciate the ship. Judging by the look and feel of it, she was convinced it was a high-end vessel. Though she had no idea what specific model it was. Something that did not particularly matter as the Twi'lek female ushered her into a cabin. She moved over to the bed and took a seat. Leaning her back against the wall as she watched her guard. She took a sharp breath as her dulled senses slowly returned with clarity
You can call me Ela... Elarinya. And you are?
She raised one of her eyebrow's inquisitively. Although it was a simple enough and innocent question, she couldn't help but suspect she would not get an answer in return. Especially given the amount of suspicion the two women had treated her with thus far
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2019 0:34:20 GMT -8
Kosrezic lifted her head as the girl spoke. The name came easy, for what she could tell. She couldn't fully determine if it was pain that caused her to reiterate her name or if she was starting out with a nickname much like how she was also known as Kree. In the end, it really didn't matter. When asked, a name could be provided.
Then came the question of who she was. She stood silent for a long moment, the purple lekku twitching slightly. Should she give her name? If this girl proved to be an enemy, having no knowledge of who they were was the best option. Still, what could a name really do? If she was found to be threat against the Blackguard, she would either be incarcirated or eliminated on the spot. There was also the fact that while suspicious and on guard against Elarinya, she didn't sense anything off in her intentions.
Finally, deciding it wouldn't hurt anything, she offered only a single word to the question. "Kosrezic."
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Post by Elarinya on Dec 10, 2019 0:50:29 GMT -8
She felt a sudden heavy weight wash over her being, as the twi'lek woman identified herself as Kosrezic. Ela's eyes lost their yellow glow as she stopped fueling her fire with the pain that wracked her body. She smiled then, her eye lids starting to drop as her gaze grew distant. She fought hard to hold onto the thoughts passing through her mind as they tried to flee the oncoming darkness that threatened to overwhelm her
Kos...rezic... A beautiful name... for a beautiful wo...
Her words cut off then as her head lolled forward. The last several minutes finally catching up with Elarinya. The world fading to black as she passed out and her body slumped to the side. The shift in weight causing her to fall off the bed and face flat on to the ground. Her presence within the Force faded rather rapidly. Leaving her in an existence just above near death. Her body and mind trying hard to work through the damage and repair what could be repaired without aide
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Post by Luxeria on Dec 10, 2019 1:52:47 GMT -8
Luxeria waited for some time for her message to be received and a response to be given. It wasn't a fustrating thing as, unlike orbital control monitering all traffic, the estate had only a few people keepibg tabs on communications. Those that received them also needed to go through the channels to inform certain parties and get proper clearence. In that time, she got word from her apprentice that they were aboard and situated within the spare cabin.
Leaning back, she thought over the girl a bit if story that was told. While on the surface, everything checked out and she sensed no ill intentions, she wouldn't be so trusting off first glances. Dark-siders, Sith especially, were devious beings. It would be no difficult task for a skilled assassin to scale down their presence and hide intentions. It's what infiltraitors excelled at. It was a skill she was particularly good with. With only so much they could gleam currently, she was left guessing and putting the situation into another's hands.
Before long, a response came back.
Lady Luxeria, it is pleasing to know you have handled the situation. We saw the crash landing and be it by your skill or luck if the Force, it did not reach the city or injure anyone. A mefical team is prepping the infirmary and will be awaiting your arrival. When this person is treated and well enough to speak, we will be ready for further questioning. Lord Malvus will bewaiting your arrival, though he is currently engaged with another.
Copy that, Tarkin Estate. On our way now. It was curious to think about. Was this person the one who owned the fleet in orbit? The answer, she expected, was yes. Though she would not interrupt his meeting, she asked Malvus about this person later.
Pulling back on the controls, the ship lifted off the ground and headed ibto the city, bound for the Tarkin Estate.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2019 1:56:50 GMT -8
The answer to her previous question about how the girl's response came out seemed to fibd an answer as she spoke the same way once more before passing out. It was quick, the Twi'lek only able to stand straight before Elarinya hit the floor. Giving a sigh, she reached out a hand and used the Force to pick her up and place her fully on the bed. At least her job would be easier as she felt the ship lift into the air and head for their destination.
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Post by Darth Xitan on May 4, 2023 19:37:01 GMT -8
The hum of machinery, the shouts of working crews, the noises of droids moving about... the atmosphere of a manufacturing facility was almost foreign compared to the relative silence of the Nullus Beacon and the Tawntown Fortress. Granted, there were orbital facilities with the Beacon that performed the similar functions as what was in the background and beyond the viewport of an office, situated to overlook the construction of interstellar vessels. All manner of activity flew back and forth before the visage of a Sith that witnessed the daily industrial work.
Comparable to Sluis Van's dockyards, the Eriadu Manufacturing Shipyards were the pride of the industrial might of the Seswenna Sector. Financed by members of House Valorum, during the Old Republic era, these heavy industries constructed fine products in terms of spacecraft. It, along with the Quintad Orbital Manufacturing, had even supplied warships for Republic Outland Regions Security Force, which was commanded by Gideon Tarkin during the Stark Hyperspace War and participated in the Clone Wars under his more successful brother, Wilfhuff Tarkin. 'What a fine addition this would be' thought the Sith agent, Mindflayer.
Mindflayer was a Quarren Sith that served under the command of the Acolyte, Darth Xitan. He had no true Darth title, but was given a fitting name given his expertise in mind trickery, manipulation, and so forth. He had been dispatched by his superior to gain the assistance and allegiance of a certain Dash Tarkin. This individual was the overseer of these manufacturing facilities near the Bay of Conquest as well as son of Olin Tarkin, a member of the Quintad, the ruling authority of Eriadu since the colonization of the planet. Xitan had identified Dash Tarkin as the key to opening the door, a means to gain the allegiance and industrial might of Eriadu.
The door behind the Sith hissed as Dash Tarkin entered, stopping for a moment at the masked Quarren. The Sith turned his veiled gaze over the Eriaduan before looking away and back at the construction of an armed frigate, likely intended for the local defense force. Lightly, one of his metallic fingers taps upon the glass of the viewport.=Mindflayer= Sssssoooo Dash Tarkin, the offer intrigues, yes?The Sith hissed before turning once more to look at the overseer. The individual wouldn't be here if that wasn't the case.=Dash Tarkin= It interests both myself and my father, Mindflayer. We could even gain the interest of perhaps our Motti cousin, who sits on the Quintad, and several officers, namely within the Seswenna Sector Force. A beginnings, if it pleases you.Dash replies before a dark chuckle emits from the mask of Mindflayer.=Mindflayer= Oh goodie! It is good to know that our intelligence on you was correct. Certainly, my superior will be most pleased!Mindflayer steps away from the viewport and proceeds over to the Tarkin. With a whisper, he spoke with another hiss.=Mindflayer= Help ussss achieve this goal and you will command this new hegemony. How does the title... High Marshal sound? Hm? Tantalizing, isn't it?Another chuckle emits from his mask as the Mindflayer vanishes through the door, leaving the alluring temptation within the mind of Dash Tarkin. And that seed alone was enough to make the Quarren know that their mission was more than successful. Now to report to Xitan and begin the process of bringing Eriadu into their sphere as they long intended... without the permission of the Council though.
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Post by Dragus on Sept 28, 2023 4:52:11 GMT -8
The Pater Mutatis' long winded explanation of the finer points of alchemical manipulation and the making of monstrous mutants took the majority of the journey from Raven's Peak out to the Carrion Plateau. It was clear they were nearing their destination as the sky-trains brakes began to engage and slow their approach, further biting into the metallic cable keeping them aloft. The last leg of the trip had saw them descend from the cloud shrouded peaks of the mountains towards the Tarkin Family game reserve. A much smaller sky-rail station rose to greet them from a thin thicket of trees as Dragus finished his lengthy lecture."...and that'z how you make a chrysssalid. Rather sssimple really, I'm uncertain why everyone doesssn't try their hand at making one. In my opinion there iz no finer way to ssspend a Sssunday afternoon." He lisped lazily, then snapped shut the furry book floating in front of him, causing the incorporeal ewok to disperse in a sulphurous cloud of smoke. He caught the Ewokinomicon in his claw before it fell back into his lap, then returned it to its sheath inside his feathered cloak. The black scaled barabel looked up, fixing his mismatched attention ahead as they pulled into the tiny station atop the forested plateau. "Delightful. We've arrived. Boneripper, gather our thingz."Following Famine's fluent movements as the serpentine Sith slithered out of his seat, the Flock formed up around him, like sheep to a shepherd. A hydraulic hiss sounded as the doors to the train cart slid apart, revealing a smiling servant of the Tarkin Estate standing there to greet them. The human, a male of middling twenties with a full head of hair and a plain features, seemed taken aback by the bestial horde stepping onto the platform. Clearly no one saw fit to explain exactly who Lord Dragus was and the nature of his closest followers. The youth stammered, lips quivering and eyes drawn wide at the sight of the despicable draconian's villainous expression."Lo..Lo...Lord...Dr...Drag...Dragus?" Inquired the lad fearfully, taking an unintentional step back as the first waves of the saurian Sith's rancid breath washed over him, blanching his already pale face too near translucency. The station worker quickly pounded his chest and cleared his throat, attempting to summon some of the arrogance associated with the family line he'd descended from. "Welcome." "Charmed, I'm sssure." Hissed the Hakusar, extending a claw so that the human might press his parched lips to the bacteria covered back of the Dark Apothecary's scaled appendage. When no kiss was forthcoming, the prince of perversion withdrew his claw and motioned with a wag of his talons for the man to be on with it. "Lead the way."The human was all to happy to turn his frightened face from the leering glare of Dragus, at which point the Hungering One turned to Boneripper and reached up to painfully pluck a long coarse whisker from the ogre's snout. For its part the mountain of muscle payed it no mind, still focused on the task its master had set it too, carrying their multitude of bags upon its sturdy back. With the whisker in claw, the alchemical artisan whispered a quick incantation, drawing on the darkside to manipulate the fabric of reality, stretching the whisker to twice its length while enhancing its tensile strength. Next he plucked two cortosis Dragcoins from his pocket, wrapping either end of the whisker around them to form a makeshift garrote, which he dropped into Kr'Naan's waiting palms.No explanation was required at this point. It was time to test the mask to see if it worked properly. Unfortunately, Wart's burnt out midi-chlorians and lack of aptitude with the fey meant she couldn't extract the man's life essence as Dragus might using the Force Drain ability. She'd have to milk it from the man the old fashioned way.Finally, he extended a claw and gave the slightest telekinetic tug to the human's shoe laces, loosening them so that the game reservist stumbled. "Apo...apologies. One mo...moment, pl...please." Stammered the man, taking a knee to retie the laces of his boots."Of courssse." His maw mirthfully mouthed, barely containing his humour. "Take your time."
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