The swell rose and fell, rolling endlessly as the brisk wind licked the tops of the waves. Here and there were splotches of weedy green mats sloping in the up and down of the steady wave action. Wrapped tightly in a dense patch of green, a pale, silvery hand peeked from the leafy mat. Tangled within the weeds, a face turned towards the sun, long strands of hair mingling with the leafy fronds. The body moved only with the up and down motion of the swell, while beneath the surface various fish and invertebrates swarmed beneath the mat picking over the body as they hid from larger predators.
Moving along the sea's surface, a fishing vessel maneuvered up to the mat. The quarren crew began setting their nets and lines next to the mat of green, when one man screeched at the sight of the face in the water. The squabbled for a moment before deciding to pull the body out of the water. The alien looked female and humnaoid when they pulled it over the side of their vessel, but this creature had fins and gills. The quarren crew had never seen the like of the creature before, but they were more concerned with picking over the body for valuables rather than identifying it.
The captain of the vessel barreled out onto the deck to see what had stopped the net deployment. He kicked past his crew to the body, unfortunately devoid of valuables. He looked over the creature for a moment, turning his head to the side trying to determine if the thing was breathing. It seemed dead enough, most of the crew had concurred. If it was breathing, it was in very shallow breaths. The captain bent over it, squabbling all the while, asking why his crew would go to the trouble to pull a body out of the ocean. One man remarked they had caught a lobotes while fishing the body out. The captain seemed pleased by that and wanted to see the fish immediately. Another man pointed to the ships hold, so the captain waved his fin and returned to looking at the body.
The eyes were open, a deep green like the hair, but with a thin silver rim around the outside. The captain had thought the eyes had been closed but clearly they were now open. He missed the irises slowly contracting the pupils as he poked and prodded the flesh. The blue and white skin did not look to be ravaged by the ocean and it responded properly to his touch, but it seemed as if the creature were dead. He prodded it with a webbed felange once more.
The body inhaled deeply through the nose and a hand shot out to grab the quarren captain by the forearm. There was much shouting and the crew lurched towards the gunwales of their ship away from the creature that had looked so dead.
The creature's hand tightened around the quarren's wrist for a moment and a feral growl rumbled from her chest and a snarl ripped across her face as her instincts perceived an attack. The captain reached for a knife, a club, anything to keep the creature from attacking, but she moved with a lightning ability, from the floor to a standing position that thrust the captain backwards into the cabin.
The crew began to snap out of their shock and grabbed up some weapon. The creature, wavered on her feet casting her head around searching for the nearest threat. She hissed and spit at the quarren as they babbled in their garbled language. The creature seemed completely non-sentient to the quarren as it stood on the stern hissing and menacing them with bared teeth. It stayed cornered on the stern, while they stood ready should it attack. They were afraid of the creature.
The cabin door burst open again with the captain bearing down on the creature with a blaster rifle. The eyes of the alien seemed to widen with recognition as the captain went to fire. Again with that insane reflex, the creature dove over the side of the ship and back into the water as the beam of energy arced in her direction. The crew carefully approached the sides of the ship trying to catch a glimpse of the creature, to see if it had disappeared or if it might try to attack again.
There was no sign of the creature, but the captain decided to move away and try another fishing spot.
Beneath the surface of the water, Syren swam in an undulating motion, fast away from the sound of the fishing vessel. Slowly, her mind was coming back to her, but she was still caught in the grip of her animal self. She allowed herself to stretch out into the Nen, the force that connected every living thing in the universe. Her senses oriented her towards land. She was nearly 300 kilometers out to sea on some foreign planet. She kept her senses sharp as she angled for the surface. Rolling onto her back, she broke the surface of the water with a great exhale and a spray of water. Taking in a few breaths, she dove back beneath the surface. She maintained a streamlined position in the water, the fins along her forearms raising and lowering for maintained stability as she kicked through the water. Her skin color gave her some camouflage against the deep blue of the ocean surrounding her, but compared to a lot of creatures, she was slow and alone in the vast open space.
Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jul 7, 2019 4:26:33 GMT -8
Morjanssik - After the First Order's conquest of Dac
At the bottom of the ocean, twohundred kilometers below any major landmass of Dac, rested the Quarren city of Morjanssik at the edge of a deep trench. The deep sea city itself was not only famous for being mainly inhabited by Quarren, but also for the vast source of Farium being mined below within the trench the city bordered. The valuable material was utilized in the process of constructing starship hulls, thus becoming the major work sector of the city. Yet, criminal activities within Morjanssik were as common as within any major mining city of the universe as black markets and illegal gambling became lucrative for some individuals, despite the efforts of local authorities to undermine these issues. It was this god-forsaken place, where C'Thyl was raised as an orphan, where he had worked as a miner and where he first made contact with the Voices.
Here, at the edge of the abyss, unseen horrors lurked within the shadows.
Chief Manager Pearsk Sqir overlooked his records, when he was informed by his Nautolan secretary, that his visitor had arrived. The elder Quarren moved the records aside, telling the holocron that the person in question may enter his bureau. Not much was known about this certain individual other than him being a prominent guest among the Quarren leaders - yet Sqir was contacted by the mysterious individuum few days ago, announcing a visit.
Pearsk was at first not necessarily interested. He recognized the name: C'Thyl, self-styled prophet, arrived roughly a year ago at his city where he was reported several times by his men as a troublemaker, someone who brought chaos into the ordered life of the workers. He could be seen preaching everyday on local meeting points, attracting a lot of villainous scum and beggars towards him, as he spoke of those, whom he followed, entities of the darkness which supposedly would free them all from their shackles one day, if they were willing to follow him. The Chief Manager of course didn't believe into this nonsense and had ordered the local authorities to arrest the man at once back then. At this point people began suddenly to disappear without a trace. Creatures of unspeakable horrors were rumored to be seen at the outskirts of the cities and sane people were becoming insane in a shocking ammount of time. While the Prophet was never arrested for reasons, which still bugged Pearsk until this day, as despite his orders, guardsmen either claimed that they felt compelled to let this individual go, once he had talked to them and showed them their errors or never returned when he had sent them out, increasing even more his belief, that the Prophet was in fact a criminal.
No records other than the ones of similiar named Quarrens could be found within the archives of the city when it came to C'Thyl's past. Pearsk had began to investigate this strange case on his own, when it came to his attention that the leaders in Coral City had invited the Prophet to their meetings as well - until the moment, when C'Thyl left the city in order to reach out for those upon the surface, like an octopus tentacle stretching out for its prey. In his absence, the Chief Manager found no records about the demagoge, no informations which matched with previously known crime lords operating within and outside the city. Then he found by chance a curious article. "Jedi Knight found dead within the mines - case unsolved" Almost three decades ago, as Sqir found out, there was an incident, which even he could recall partially of having heard of, as a Mon Calamari jedi, going by the name of Coboss Kull was found dead within the third layer of the Farium mines, his corpse already cold due to the surrounding water. An investigation was fruitless, as the Mon Calamari looked like he was choked to death, yet there were no visible traces around his neck of what could have possibly murdered him this way. Investigators presumed that the deed was carried out by another force user, most likely an expierienced Sith lord or another Jedi, who had fallen to the darkness - yet despite the best efforts of authorities to solve the mystery, no culprit could be found among the suspects. Pearsk however noted when doing further researches, that Kull was visiting several people during his stay on Morjanssik, among them a Quarren in his mid-twenties, going by the name of Thyl Sslo. An orphan as further investigations showed, though the records about Thyl were sparse as noone except the bureaucrats seemed to have noticed him during his lifetime. The Chief Manager decided that it was the best clue to research everything he could find, related to the name Thyl Sslo - just until the moment when old recordings from the local spaceport lead him onto a further trace, that around the time when Kull was murdered his personal shuttle had disappeared as well. Inquiring one of the elder port guardians, who had retired further lead to the information that it was the young Thyl, who was seen the last time at the shuttle's hangar - thus leading Pearsk to the horrifying belief, that C'Thyl might be in fact more than just a preaching demagoge.
This revelation was just hours ago, just as he was about to consider whether he should inform higher authorities within the First Order about C'Thyl's presumed past. Yet the elder Quarren knew that there was no way, that Thyl could know about him being aware of his former past - he assumed that he would rather suspect him of being aware regarding the events if he would deny him an audience while there was always the fear that the demagoge might utilize his current influence within Quarren society to ruin him, if Pearsk wouldn't allow him inside. And then there was this unexplained morbid fascination, which he felt for C'Thyl, now that he assumed to know the unknown man better than anyone else around him. He never faced him face to face - what would he be like?
Before he could think further, the door opened up, revealing the figure of the Prophet himself, which was framed by two massive hunks of flesh. Two brutes accompanied the smaller-looking Quarren, a Karkarodon and a Mon Calamari, both muscular enough that both their entire bodies seemed to be made out of pure muscles. Pearsk felt more than intimidated by their appearence, as it was not solely their tall build, which made them unnerving to look at but also some unnatural features, which the bureaucrat noticed. Both of the bodyguards featured milky-white eyes, indicating that they were probably blind, while their teeth look unnormally sharp, just like the fangs of actual carnivorous sea creatures from the deep see. Bones within their unusually large bodies seemed to grow out of their spines, similiar like thorns. Maybe it was just some sort of modern body modification, but it was enough to make the otherwise mostly calm Pearsk to freak out about it.
"What is the meaning of this!?", he demanded to know from the Prophet himself, his calmar head beneath the hood looking nearly as unnatural as the two, who accompanied him, "This is a private meeting! Your two... pets or whatever they are have no permission to be in this room! Tell them to leave or I call the guards!" The last statement, despite being nearly yelled by the elder Quarren, sounded however less confident than it meant to be. Pearsk worked as a Chief Manager for several years, he had to deal multiple times with criminals and their underlings - and so far his guardsmen were always diligent when it came to sorting out any potential threat towards the Chief Manager himself. After all he was the mayor of the city - yet out of a sudden it felt as if he couldn't trust this moment into the power, which his office brought with him.
C'Thyl remained unimpressed. Almost calm the dark eyes of the Prophet, as deep as the abyss beneath the city, focused on the Quarren director, his fingers resting on an almost serpentine, black cane. If he was amused about the Chief Manager's reactions then he didn't show it openly. "The stars have realligned themselves to reforge the future of Dac", the Prophet spoke solely in a calm voice, surprisingly melodic for his race, "Armours, white and clad in steel, they shine - they extinquished the light, they prepare THEIR arrival! Though friends of THEM they are not - as the Dark will swallow them all one day!"
There was this insane blink within C'Thyl's eyes as he spoke, which made the Chief Manager believe that the person in front of him was definitly mad, even if he understood barely of what this madman was talking about. He looked back to the bodyguards, then back to the Prophet. Maybe he could contact someone from outside in order to help, if he had to presume that the Prophet had occupied the entire building with his men. His hand reached out to the holoprojector, almost secretly. He probably knew that he would die, but he could still sent out the informations, which he had obtained to the Imperial Bureau on the surface - he just had to be careful. "You're a Sith, aren't you?", Pearsk confronted C'Thyl directly, no matter how hard it was to bear the unnatural face of the fellow Quarren in front of him, "And that's why you're here, aren't you? Because I found out that you murdered Coboss Kull, right?" He nervously looked to the bodyguards, then back towards the darkside user. If he was about to draw his lightsaber in order to slice him, Pearsk knew at least that that there was an audio recording being made, now that he activated the holocron emitter. The cameras within the room would be his testimonies.
C'Thyl however, didn't react at all. He solely stared at Pearsk, shaking his head solely before he continiued speaking up in his monotone voice once more. "Kull was a teacher whom I hold in high regards", he merely said as if it was nothing, "His fate was not chosen by me, as I was at the time nothing more than a padawan, unable to rival his abilities. THEY decided that it wasn't my fate to stay with him as my destiny lied within the circle of stars. THEY chose me to be their herald. Kull was my friend and he will be so forever - but his journey ended where mine started. He was the sacrifice to the one, who dwells below."
It was unsettling to listen towards C'Thyl when he spoke, as partially Pearsk noticed that he began to see things where by the next blink of an eye nothing was. Shadows crawling up within the corners of the dim-lighted room. Monstrous figures in near distance swimming nearby the bureau's window side outside of the ocean. Distant whispers, which seemed to call out for him in a foreign language. Holding his head in pain while closing his eyes, he tried to fight the feeling, which overcame him. No! It couldn't be real, it was just a mindtrick! The Prophet couldn't scare him, no matter what he threw at him - that's at least what the city's mayor tried to tell himself, while he couldn't fight back the panic, which overcame him slowly. "The First Order will know about your visit!", he then warned the hooded Quarren in front of him, "No matter if you kill me now or not, your records will be known throughout the galaxy. While we are talking this holocron projector has recorded and sent everything within the room to the surface! Y-your plot is foiled!"
At first Pearsk's frantic talk was answered with silence, making him feel for a brief moment as if he had triumphed over the Sith in front of him. He already imagined that the First Order would probably send in the Imperial Knights to deal with the preacher, once they got all the evidence they needed, therefore he thought that he could die now in peace, as he opened up his arms in expectations of being murdered by either one of the brutes or a quick lightsaber strike of C'Thyl himself. However, none of this happened. Rather the holocron emitter began to enlarge, just in front of Pearsk's horrified eyes, when it developed on its own, tiny little spider legs, which enlarged, growing almost into claws. The light within the room began to flicker as the things, Pearsk had seen before, reappeared, now more intense as if he was trapped like a fly within the spider's net. He frantically screamed, when the tentacle shaped-claws of the holoemitter wrapped themselves around his neck, tightly like a scarf would do and the projection showed him imageries of unspeakable horrors, drawing even nearer to him until the holographic figures moved directly at him, jumping into his face immidiately. The horror continiued as he seemingly fell through the holographic image, falling through an entirely holographic world, where he slowly began to dissolve, much to his own horror. The tentacles wrapped around him let him go, letting him fall into a seemingly endless abyss of holographic maws and shark teeth, which solely waited for him to get eaten. And as Pearsk turned around to just see the tentacles a second time, he screamed in agony as he saw that a they had formed to a mechanized form of something so horrible to speak of, that it turned him insane.
"Will he recover from this incident?" The monotone voice of C'Thyl sounded almost saddened, as he watched the Mon Calamari doctors standing around a mad laughing Pearsk Sqir, sitting in his bureau chair, the room being intact as before with the holocron emitter resting broken on the ground. One of the guardsmen came with a strap jacket, as the insane Quarren had attempted to attack those, who came closer towards him, talking only in gibberish while screaming uncontrollably. It was a shocking scene for most of the present persons, as they had entered the room in order to witness the mental state of the former Chief Manager. Thus the doctor, whom the Prophet questioned merely shook his head. "It is a possibility for sure, but an unlikely one", the Quarren scientist replied while reading through the datapad, "I'm glad that you could inform us just in time, before he would have caused more damage. His medical state is still unstable though. We apologize in the name of the city towards you and the leadership of this terrible incident - I knew Mayor Sqir from the past and well... seeing him like this I barely even recognize him." Looking griefed, C'Thyl nodded solely. "It seems that THEY had not destined a bright future for him", he replied while watching as the medical staff removed the mayor from the building, "I will ensure that the leadership will find a worthy replacement for his office and honor his services for the city. That's the least I can owe him." The doctor nodded, glad that the superior person in front of him was caring about this sudden loss within Morjanssik's local gouvernment. He briefly thanked the Prophet, before he, along with his two companions, left the building.
When looking into the recordings of the city, the informations regarding Thyl Sslo were cleared, unknownst to the public, as if the orphan had never existed within Morjanssik's history. A Chief Manager, associated by chance as a member of C'Thyl's cult by some, would follow after Pearsk Sqir in order to oversee the city. Sqir would only live for a few days without any signs of recovery, before he eventually passed away. The Prophet would attend his burial, calling him in a speech a friend, whom he only knew for a brief time.
Guardsmen would notice the following day that the recordings within the bureau from the last night were non-existent, matching with the story of his previous visitor, that Mayor Sqir had became paranoid and destroyed everything related to holocameras within the room. There was still recorded data available but damaged so much that it only showed cryptic images, similiar to a computer virus. Weeks later, people would claim that the Chief Manager's office building was cursed, as obscure holo projector scenes could be seen flickering sometimes within the system. Despite technicians trying to fix the issue, the bugs still remained as everything seemed to be intact nontheless.
Only the fishes knew the truth. They knew the cold. They knew the darkness.
Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jul 13, 2019 15:16:26 GMT -8
"Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places." - H. P. Lovecraft
The Mon Calamari submersible remained in slow distance of the dark abyss, when the Prophet floated down, seemingly like a ghost, as he floated down into the darkness. The pilot of the vessel, a young Mon Calamari from the surface shuddered when he saw this imagery, knowing that a descent into the open ocean's depths wasn't a thing to take easy, even as a native of Dac. Turning his head towards the acolyte, who accompanied them, a Nautolan woman, he solely whispered. "Is this how he regular tends to do things?", he wanted to know, somewhat unsure, "Like, shouldn't we follow him?" "The Prophet knows what he is doing", she merely answered, nearly fanatic, "The darkness calls out for him. THEY are nearby. He communes with the gods." The eerie silence was broken by some strange noises, which the pilot heard. Whaladons? If though it was the most frightening Whaladon, the Mon Calamari had heard within his entire life time. By now the Prophet was out of their sight, as if he had simply vanished. Just looking down into the seemingly endless dark heart of the underwater planet made the pilot's blood nearly freeze. Something was unnatural about this place, as if it literally screamed death. If there would anything horrible rise now from the depths below them, it wouldn't have surprised him at all. Yet it wouldn't have neither made it easier to withstand this sudden terror.
"There's devil squids around here, if I recall it right", the pilot then continiued in hopes that smalltalk would make him feel less nervous about the solitude of this seemingly god-forsaken place, "Are these your gods? If so, I pray that they're not hungry." His joke remained unanswered as the Nautolan didn't even seem to be bothered at all. Instead she remained quiet, looking outside as if it was the most normal thing to do. Then, her eyes suddenly widened. "I can hear them", she only whispered. "What? The squids?" The pilot looked outside but couldn't see anything at all. All he saw was some weird fascination within the Nautolan's face, when he suddenly noticed her sharp teeth. Almost glassy and like the fangs of a deep sea fish. He shuddered once more. Who were these people, these so-called cultists? Were these just mere body modifications? He forbid himself to think more about it and turned his attention back to the window, where he wasn't just sure for a moment if he saw something massive moving within the darkness or not. "They are here... below of us...", was all he solely heard before she fondly smiled, almost looking like the smile of a mad person, "Distant and far away, but I can finally hear them..." A tear ran down her eye and now the pilot was even more uncertain how to deal with her in absence of the Prophet. "Just remain calm, Jhek... just... calm down...", was now all he mumbled to himself in hopes that the madness around him wouldn't be able to affect him.
C'Thyl's journey into the deep sea of Dac's open oceans was taking a while until he reached the bottom of it's sandy underground, rough as it was. The Prophet prefered these moments of his lone journeys, as they reminded him of his inner desires, bringing him clarity of his purpose. Here the Voices, those whom he heard within his mind became stronger, obtained a physical form within the shadows. In the absence of light, C'Thyl could finally be himself, a creature of the darkness, as deadly and silent as the countless predators in the vast distance around him.
And at the same time he could feel what was below him, what was the purpose of his journey and the very reason, why he had started this expedition. Once he had finished the deal with the Mon Calamari Shipyards and overlooked the secret construction site of where his requested MC90s would be created, the Prophet's attention was more drawn to the history of Mon Calamari and the secrets it beared. One among the more common known secrets was a creature, which had roamed the seas of Mon Calamari for a brief ammount of time.
Aware that he was not alone down here, the Quarren continiued his search of what he seeked to find. Old remnants. The knowledge to awaken the primal gods. To show the galaxy the truth of what lied beneath. To master life outside the natural boundaries. To herald THEIR arrival.
Then, there was it. A large, hulking shadow, countless glassy eyes in dry shells on its back, teeth larger than the prophet itself. The thing layed lifeless on the bottom of the ocean, the skeleton of a previous time, down at the bottom of the fissure, known as Devil's Crevasse.
Even after several decades, the skeleton of the Sea Leviathan, spawned by the Sith Order of Darth Krayt was still a massive appearence, guarding the chasm to which it was dragged down as an eternal guardian. The dark Sith magic, which created the creature, could still be felt by the sorcerer as the intensity of the voices increased by a tremendous ammount. C'Thyl knew that here lied the key stone for his future Sith alchemy experiments - the knowledge to create or even enhance new wild life, dwelling within the ocean. It was the power, which would fuel one day the long forgotten gods within the mind of the mad Quarren. And as he reached out to one of the boney blister pods, being torn off the creature by the likes of other natural predators, C'Thyl's thoughts were flooded by the endless possibilites of what to create, what to mold out of the darkness when the time was ready.
Soon THEY would arrive. And C'Thyl would torch their path.