Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Sept 12, 2023 20:10:56 GMT -8
Three massive engine cones burned cobalt blue in the cold void, bleeding trailing wisps of radioactive particulate as the Tector-class Star Destroyer 'Nightlord' broke from its lunar orbit. The blackened shard of ruinous quandanium steel glided across the system towards the nearest hyperlane, its impervium ramming prow gleaming beneath the starlight as it slowly began to accelerate. In a brilliant flash of light, the dreadnought leapt to hyperspace, departing the system.
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Post by Viggo Grimborn on Sept 15, 2023 14:06:11 GMT -8
As the Shellfire made its way into orbit, Viggo came onto the bridge. Moving to the droids in charge of plotting their course, he gave them his orders. "Set course for Fresia. It time to get us another ship."
With a single roger, the coordinates were inputted and the ship leapt forward into hyperspace.
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Post by Dragus on Oct 1, 2023 8:16:22 GMT -8
Hakusar's Hook, an immobilizer 418 cruiser of the Fleet of Famine, was rechristened as the 'Black Talon' as a part of the reorganization of the Dark Apothecary's fleet bound forces. It was joined by Battlegroup Neebray of the Greater Roon Remnant 2nd Fleet, which took up the previous position held by the Night Lord near Ryloth's largest moon and the former site of Moff Delian Mors command centre. Primarily the fleet formation safeguarded the shipments of Doonium and Ryll spice throughout the Abrion Sector, but they weren't limited to protecting military and mercantile supply lines. The Dark Apothecary, well renowned for his sweet-tooth, had developed a liking of pondon sweet-tarts. Orchards of the hardy fruit blossomed across the systems inhabited moons, destined for the fine china plates of Roon's upper tier ranks and high society.
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Post by Dragus on Jan 21, 2024 0:54:18 GMT -8
Slipping out of hyperspace, the Scarab emerged just shy of one of Ryloth's moons, a nameless green and blue orb that had been transformed into a game reserve with a diverse mix of wildlife. Behind the controls, Jake Garret brought the Svelte-class shuttle into the satellite's atmosphere, easing off the throttle as turbulence rocked the ship. Wisps of smoke rose off the ashy end of the deathstick hanging from his lip, while his right hand reached for the open bottle of namana liquor sitting in the cup holder beside him. Taking his hands off the controls, he stubbed out the butt in an ash tray attached to the console dash and took a swig from the bottle, savoring the burn before returning it to the holder. It didn't take the edge off, not even the spice could do that, but he did enjoy the tickling sensation it had on his throat. Guiding the shuttle down to the surface, he flipped a toggle to extend the landing gear and settled onto a smooth patch of grass surrounded on all sides by forest wilderness. It took him a minute to run through the shutdown mode, then he swiveled around in his seat and headed for the rear hatch, pausing just long enough to grab his heavy repeater and pack from where they were hanging on the wall.As he walked down the ramp, he raised a hand to his brow to block out the sun while his eyes adjusted to his surroundings. It was mostly for show in case he was being watched. Never hurt to appear human, even if was far superior in just about every conceivable way. His senses, which were highly attuned, did hear and smell anyone else in his immediate vicinity. He lifted a gloved hand and scratched the stubble on his chin.Good, he didn't need any complications for this extraction. Unslinging his rifle, he checked his ammunition counter, then returned it to his arm when he was satisfied. Taking out his pack of smokes, he gave the rectangular container a quick pat until a thin deathstick slid out and plopped it in his mouth. Ritual. Removing a portable lighter from his armorweave longcoat pocket, he lit the end, then set off into the wilderness. It didn't take long to immerse himself in the difficult terrain, watching for exposed roots threatening to trip him while at all times listening for sounds of predators.He doubted there was anything that could kill him, but the moon was known to be host to a number of dangerous creatures, such as the narglatch or tusk cat. He was prepared for possible run-ins. His quarry was an even more dangerous predator, believe it or not. Razor sharp fangs, a hide resistant to vibro-blades, and big. Very big. He grinned, exhaling smoke as he worked his way towards the swamp he had seen on his descent. That was alright. He enjoyed a challenge.
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Post by Dragus on Mar 11, 2024 6:49:12 GMT -8
Sinuous as a serpent, Jake crouched and crawled his way through the brush, sometimes down on his belly when he needed to move stealthily or squeeze his muscular frame through a tight space. His Imperial heavy repeated was slung across his back, allowing him to use his hands to pull his body forwards, sliding across mud and slick branches that had made a mess of his previously clean armour-weave long-coat. In those rare moments where his senses told him he was really truly alone, he stopped to light up a deathstick, savouring the narcotic euphoria that took the edge of his heightened state of existence, if only for a moment before his bio-engineered DNA purged the toxins from his body. Resting on the ground with his back against the gnarled trunk of an old oak tree, the NJX slid a gloved hand into his coat, digging through a pocket hidden in the lining to retrieve a sheet of flimplast. Unfolding the thing square sheet, he opened up a map on the area captured by a scout fighter patrol seven days earlier, studying the terrain between him current position and the target area. He still had a ways to go. Maybe he should have set down somewhere closer. Scratching the stubble on his chin, he put away the map and got back to his feet, taking a moment to scrap the mud off the soles of his boots on the roots of the tree he'd been taking shelter under.
It was only as his body straightened that his posture seemed to freeze in place, his eyes going wide and his breath caught in his throat as his hyper-attuned senses alerted him to another presence. Slowly he turned his head to the right, brow narrowing as he squinted at the forest darkness, spying two glowing yellow eyes peering back at him. His left leg slid back through the mud, while his upper body attempted to maneuver his rifle sling around, which was when the creature in the dark chose to attack. Bursting from the brush was a large narglatch, sweeping lethal claws at the Nu-Jake as it pounced at him, carving through the air like a deadly scythe but failing to find purchase in the gene-forged soldier. Garret moved too quickly. By the time that first sweep of claw came for him, he was already bounding into a forwards roll through the mud that saw him rise up six feet away and turn, his repeater muzzle following the flowing feline form of the predator hunting him. He grabbed the bottom of the barrel with his free hand and pulled the trigger with the other, unleashing super-sonic metallic spikes that blasted from end of his rifle, ripping into the feline-xeno's flank. Alien blood misted the air and the acrid stink of discharged gunpowder tickled Jake's nose.
Not enough to kill the beast, the barrage of slug fire caused the narglatch to bound behind a tree before sprinting through the brush, circling the NJX as it tried to find an opening to attack. Brushing smoke away from the muzzle, Jake reached forwards and turned on the ultra-sonic vibration generator of the vibro-bayonet attached to the front of his heavy repeater, causing the long length of sharpened durasteel to glow orange as the metal vibrated and superheated. Grinning ferally, he lowered the blazing edge and motioned towards the wild jungle cat with his other hand, beckoning it forwards. "Here, kitty-kitty." Snarling, the narglatch pounced, surging out of the brush once more to attack him from a different angle. This time he was ready for it, twisting to face the large felinoid, planting his feet as he thrust his arms forwards. The bayonet tip punched its way into the beast's sternum and slipped down its stomach, opening its guts as the leap that carried it into its attack also created enough momentum to drag its torso across Jake's blade. The result was that the narglatch landed just past Garrett, who had already spun a hundred and eighty degrees to face towards his prey. The jungle cat collapsed as its guts spilled out onto the damp earth, steaming in a pile of offal sure to draw other predators.
Switching off the vibration function of his bayonet, he detached it from the barrel of his rifle and wielded it like a dagger, using the knife to saw into the dead narglatch's mouth as he extracted one of its large canine teeth. Wiping his wet trophy on his already filthy coat, he tucked it away in his pocket and slung his rifle back across his back. Delayed but not defeated, he continued on into the next leg of his journey, smelling the bog water of the swamp he was looking for not much further ahead.
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