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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Dec 14, 2021 23:57:56 GMT -8
With a splash the Brabel landed in the filth next to the Ranat and Tusken, sending more foul wastewater up onto his companions and stirring the horrid stench in the air, bringing to the surface the more revolting particulate that had settled at the bottom of the drainage. Kr'Naan raised her arms to shield hers mask from being hit with any more of the nausea inducing droplets. When she lowered her arms, she was met with the tail of the Ranat shoved at her by one of the saurian being's clawed hands. Without fully understanding what was going on she took hold with a gloved hand, only to quickly learn when she was once again shoved by the dark scaled reptoid's own tail. Stumbling forward for a few steps before regaining her balance the Tusken girl regained her balance and looked back to her skin-robed rescuer for a moment, only to turn back as the ranat squeaked and squawked in protest. Between the language of the bipedal rodent and the occasional words from the towering reptilian who seemed to be talking aloud to himself more than anyone in particular, Kr'Naan had no idea what was said. She could identify that the words that were spoken by the Barabel belonged to the most popular outsider language, but none of the words held any meaning to her. Shaking her head vigorously when she made out the half-eaten rat in the dark from Dragus, stifling another bout of gagging at the thought of eating the smaller rodent raw, losing any bit of appetite she had in that moment. She pointed to the ranat ahead of her with her free hand and made a questioning gesture, the other still tightly gripped around its tail. Her guttural language echoed throughout the sewer as she spoke to the imposing dark being."Ru R'Rrk Cr'Uk'Re'Or Urk R'Eurk R'K Rr'R Rr'Kr'Uk Ur'U Fr'U?""Is your disciple not upset at you eating his kin?" She did not really expect an answer. Even if the one who had rescued her from captivity was some sort of dark god or demon, the actions of beings of higher power were almost never explainable. That required a shaman or speaker to interpret what the actions of the spirits intentions mean in their relation to their people; both of which she was not. Kr'Naan had still yet to determine even the individual was of the mystical persuasion or just some extremely powerful mortal who had happened to decide to rescue her from her bonds. Questions began to bubble up in her mind as some of the adrenaline from the excitement began to fade, the girl finally able to start to bring together some of her jumbled thoughts into coherence. Who was this mysterious and frightening creature? Why rescue her and not others? What did they want from her?But now was not the time to question the serendipity of her ever-evolving situation. Before she had a chance to speak any further, the danger the scurrying sewer rodents were fleeing rounded the tube behind them; a massive wall of sewage quickly set upon them. A tidal wave of excrement, garbage and anything else the denizens of New Vertica decided to flush down their refresher overtook the trio, swallowing them up and tossing them about within the semi-solid viscous fluid. Kr'Naan let out a yell as her head fell beneath the rolling tide and disappeared from view as the waters devouring them, hanging with all might onto the Ranat's tail she had been handed.When Kr'Naan came to the first thing she did was run to the wall of the pipe they had washed up in and lift the bottom of her head covering, exposing her mouth to the open air to let out whatever was fighting its way up from her insides. Where before nothing had come up, her small body decided to eject some of the stomach acid from her stomach, burning her throat on its way up. The Tusken's respirator filter that was a part of her mask had luckily saved her from ingesting any of the liquid that had seeped its way into every part of her clothes, wrappings and mask, but it was too much for her to take without reaction. As quick as it happened she was covered back up, having turned her back to the other two to hide any show of bare skin.It was after she had readjusted her head covering that she realized in her hand she still held the tail, or part of it, of the ranat. Wriggling like a worm, pulled from the sheer force of the wave of unspeakable things that had swept them away and her unwillingness to let go. Hesitantly and apologetically, the Tusken stepped towards the Ranat and apprehensively held out the squirming tip which had previously served as a lead to help guide her through the pipes.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 16, 2021 6:51:21 GMT -8
Scrunching up his snout, the black scaled barabel examined the tusken child with curiosity while she said something in sand-speak, or whatever savage name her people had for it. The self proclaimed linguist in him listened keenly, attempting to decipher meaning from any of the words or expressed syllables, but without a baseline for comparison it was next to impossible to draw meaning right on the spot. It might prove problematic when they eventually reached the destination he had taken her for, but there was still time enough to figure it out. Tuskens were from Tatooine, yes? Perhaps she knew some Jawa. His own Jawaese was a little rusty but it was still worth a try. Retracting his hand, he devoured the second half of the rat in a single bite, crunching the sewer-savory morsel with delight. When he finished, he was about to attempt to communicate with the girl, when he heard the rushing tide of putrescent sewer sludge coursing down the tunnel behind him. Displaying his incisor filled maw in a knowing grin, he held up his arms to either side and lifted his snout to the ceiling. "Right on time."
It was unlikely his last few words were heard as the wall of liquid filth was upon them, engulfing the three and flushing them further down the tunnel system. His tail began to whip from side to side while his body dipped up and down, swimming through the river of putrid offal and waste. She probably wouldn't realize it, but as the sewer tides took them, the saurian Sith snagged Kr'Naan's clothing with a clawed hand mid flush. He kept hold of her as he swam through the sea of shit, not allowing her to be sucked down a side pipe where she would likely drown in excrement. As the filth waters receded, he released her, allowing her to rush to the pipe wall where she appeared to be vomiting.
Hmmm, probably best he hadn't wasted the rat on her. Not a strong constitution in this one.
Removing his robe of human-hide, he shook the garment out, flinging filthy dark brown slime in every direction before returning it to his shoulders. He looked over to see the girl hand his ranat assistant back a piece of its tail. The verminous minion hissed loudly, baring its fangs at Kr'Naan before snatching the missing piece of its tail from her hands and jamming it in the pocket of its tattered rags. It grabbed the remaining length of its tail and licked the sewage from the bleeding end, casting baleful beady eyes at the tusken child. It squeaked a protest directed at Dragus, who shook his head and placed his clawed hands on metal rungs built into the side of the sewer tunnel. "Ceassse your incesssant whining before I get hungry again. We're here." Acrid pheromones filled the tunnel, voided from the ranat's fear glands as it cowered back away from the barabel, then returned to glare angrily at the sand child. Meanwhile, the saurian Sith ascended the metal rungs and pushed a manhole covering out of the way, climbing out of the sewer tunnel and into an open hangar bay. He didn't bother offering Kr'Naan a hand, the angry ranat was still down in the hole to make sure she climbed up after him.
The hangar had a few ships scattered around the large open bay, though one in particular stood out amongst the rest. A star courier with a black reflec coating and a red trim was parked near the center. As the filthy Hungering One neared it, the boarding ramp beneath the nose began to lower to the hangar floor. Standing at the top of the ramp were four ewoks of all things, each wildly diverse from one another in their own disturbing way. From left to right, there was first a chestnut furred ewok that was wider of arm and chest than the rest, wearing an eye patch over its right eye socket. The next was extremely dark of fur and emaciated to the point where its ribs were visible through its fur, presenting a somewhat bony figure. Next to that was a light furred ewok with wild fur missing in patches, its eyes wide with madness, a screechy laugh leaving its throat. Finally furthest to the right was another dark furred ewok with eyes milky white with cataracts. The Great Devourer threw his arms wide with glee and thumped it muscular tail on the ground with a heavy thump. He looked down at Kr'Naan, then pointed at the members of Famine's furry flock.
"Oh thiz iz exciting. I love introductionz. From left to right, that'z Lil'Bacca, Lil'Mort, Lil'Kaan, and Lil'Havok. The lassst one pilotz the ship." He brought a scaled hand under his chin and scratched at it with a finger talon. "I'm not entirely certain how. He iz legally blind, but we haven't crashed yet ssso why ssswitch it up now, right?" Before an answer could be given, not that they had solved the language barrier problem yet, a stream of water struck Dragus. At the top of the ramp, Lil'Kaan was holding a hose connected to the ship's water supply, which he was aiming at the Ewok Shepperd. Filth blasted off of the saurian Sith as he cursed aloud in ewokese, then the stream of water was turned on Kr'Naan, and finally the ranat that had just climbed out of the sewer behind them.
The members of the flock had been through this drill many a time. If they didn't preemptively rinse down Dragus, the stench would linger for days.
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Dec 23, 2021 0:32:22 GMT -8
Kr'Naan stood her ground as the ranat bared its fangs at her, turning back to the black reptoid who chastised the bipedal vermin and following him to the rungs of the ladder leading back to the surface. She watched as the Barabel ascended and opened the manhole, letting in the light from above and bathing the Tusken girl and the ranat in an almost dull artificial glow. Still, her eyes had acclimated just enough to the darkness of the sewers that she had to raise a sewage drenched arm up to help her continue to look upward as her rescuer crawled up and out of the pipe. The ranat hissed something in its language and pointed upward for her to climb, to which she complied, making her way topside. As she was about halfway up, Kr'Naan could hear the mumbling mutterings of displeasure coming from below her. After she had made her way up above she waited for a moment by the manhole, offering a small hand to the rodent being to aid him; trying to make up for the loss of the end of his tail at least in some way. The gesture was met with another hiss and a swipe at Kr'Naan's hand, swatting it away and gesturing once more; this time to the black ship with.Shrugging and shaking her head, the Tusken was quick to catch up to the saurian savior Starships were always something that she had only seen from the ground, when they were flying high above. Only recently had she seen any up close. The Tusken girl's only other experience with starships was her recent capture and transport as a slave. To her, they had become almost like omens of bad luck. On her homeworld they signaled the coming of more outsiders to invade her world. Recently they had only been instruments of her captivity and abuse at the hands of those who had kept her in bondage. Kr'Naan's last few steps to catch up to Dragus were tentative, cautious as she approached the vessel. She still did not understand much of what was going on, unable to understand her liberator as he introduced his band of bushy brigands, and she became understandably cautious at the thought of getting aboard another ship. Her eyes grew as large as dinnerplates in surprise as more clean water than she had seen in her life was sprayed at high velocity at the reptilian being to wash the filth and excrement from his scaly skin. Before she could exclaim anything however, the stream was turned onto her.Kr'Naan tried to raise her hands to shield her face covering but was too late. Twice the Tusken youngling had been soaked: once in sewage and now in clean water. While the high pressure flow had done wonders to get rid of the clinging muck from the surface of her garb and wrappings, it did little for the copious amount of waste fluids that had seeped into the layered clothing. That would require a much deeper clean of her clothing, but for now at least she did not smell quite as bad; so long as one did not inhale too much around her.Kr'Naan coughed as the jet of water was turned from her to the ranat. She violently shook herself, like a dog trying to dry itself after a bath. The amount of water, effluent or otherwise, added a lot of weight to the diminutive garbed child, so she did her best to shake or squeeze out as much as possible. Still, her boots made wet squelching noises as water from her upper body slowly drifted downward to her legs and feet. Kr'Naan gestured at the Barabel, trying to draw his attention. Thinking of a way to communicate, her hand signals were limited, but it might be a way of at least starting a dialogue. Speaking with sign language was something she had only begun to learn, at least for casual conversation; most of her knowledge being focused for battle signals. She spoke as she signed a simple phrase in sign language."C'Urk Cro'O Uree'Ru Kr Ar Ur'C?""What will happen to me now?"
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Post by Dragus on Dec 23, 2021 6:59:01 GMT -8
Lil'Bacca came waddling down the ramp of the ship while the others were getting blasted clean of sewer muck, stopping as it reached the black scaled barabel and tugging on one of his clawed hands. If the ranat had tried to touch Dragus in such an uninvited way, he would have skewered it with his tail blade, but exceptions were made for members of his furry flock. Their embrace was always welcome. The ewok stated something in its native tongue, gesturing towards Naan with a fuzzy digit. The saurian Sith looked from his brother's namesake to the tusken child, then back again. "What'z it called? Hmmm, I hadn't given it much thought. I suppossse if we are to bring it along, I ought to give it a name." He turned his predatory gaze on the tusken, whose body heat stood out starkly as it was doused in cold water. He brought a scaled hand under his snout and scratched a claw against his chin, pondering. "Flea, perhapz? No, it doesssn't sssuck blood unfortunately ssso that won't do. How about Newt?" His one eyed furry companion shook its head, once more saying something in primitive ewokese. The Hungering One nodded his head and continued. "No, you're right. It'z not ssslimy enough, wouldn't be fitting. Tuskenz are dried out thingz, like a wart on a toad." That was when inspiration hit. Blood red orbs widening, he hissed in delight. "Yez, that'z it! Wart. We shall call it Wart."By this point in time Lil'Kaan had finished hosing them down and shut the water off. The ranat shook itself dry before scurrying up the ramp, heading into the cockpit of the ship where the co-pilots seat awaited it. It was around then that the rasping reptile noticed Kr'Naan attempting to get his attention. It said something in tribal tusken speak that the saurian Sith couldn't quite follow, then it gestured with its hands, attempting to communicate that way as well. For the Hungering One's part, he simply looked at the child with confusion, thumping his tail on the ground in irritation. "No, no. I don't ssspeak sssand sssavage. What are you doing with your handz? Ssstop that thiz inssstance!" He lowered himself to a knee in front of the girl, attempting to meet her at eye level given their size disparity. His lips parted to reveal yellow rows of incisors, dripping hot saliva. His forked tongue flicked the air as he took in her scent, committing it to memory. "Lisssten, Wart, you're probably wondering what fate iz in ssstore for you, hmmm? I require that tiny body of yourz for a very important tasssk. Let me sssee if I can't help you understand. Siss."Allowing the last syllable to hiss on, he locked his eyes with the tusken child's gaze, peering deeply into the goggles of her mask. His own blood red orbs began to spiral, spinning hypnotically from the iris outwards, his hiss still carrying a tone. In his rotten brain he pieced together a mental image created from parts memory and imagination. Then he extended his dark embrace, encircling Kr'Naan's mind like a serpent coiling around its prey, rising to strike and sink its fangs into her dreams, filling her head with its venomous vision... There was a dark forest of towering trees, so tall and wide their canopy blotted out the green light of a singular star. Branches twisted and extended like clawed hands, while ancient knots in moss slick bark formed faces and wept blood. Spiders the size of ewoks dangled down from webs that spread from tree to tree, all manner of things hung in desiccated balls in their woven trap. The vision swept through the forest, coming upon an encampment of savage pig folk, battling one another with fat axe blades of stone and wood. Their horns were too long, their mouths full of more tusks than was right, and little bone spurs breached their skin at every joint. The vision continued, moving past the village deeper into the woods, eventually coming upon a structure of old obsidian covered in hieroglyphic script. There stood Dragus in all his terrible glory, looking up at the green sun that began to swell and change hue, transforming into a fiery orange as an iris formed in its center. This Great Eye looked down and beckoned to the saurian Sith to enter the temple, yet he remained unable. The door was far too small, a square portal fit only for someone the size of a child. Runes burned a wicked crimson around its frame, whispering a prophesy in the native tongue of the dream's viewer. It said:Here lies the imprisoned Celestial stone, Hidden from sight and littered with bone. Yet no Celestial may enter these hallowed halls, Lest they risk their eternal soul as darkness falls. The vision carried on through the small opening, entering the dark and twisting ancient corridors of polished stone, eventually arriving at the heart of the monolith. There was a large firkrann crystal, the size of a human skull, bathed in light from above. As quick as the vision led from one place to the next, it pulled back and away until eventually it faded from existence and all that was left was a black vacant void. Allowing the vision to dissolve into nothingness, Dragus retracted his mental fangs as it were, releasing the girl from his dark embrace. Rising, he returned to a standing position, looking down at her hungrily. Lil'Bacca interjected himself, attempting to take Kr'Naan by the hand and lead her up the ramp. All the while the Hungering One just watched, as something terrible and ethereal whispered in his ear.
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Dec 24, 2021 2:02:18 GMT -8
Kr'Naan flinched as the Barabel's scaly tail impacted the floor, her hands and voice freezing mid-speech. Instinctually her left foot moved backward to prepare to flee as the saurian kneeled down to her level, though she steeled herself to meet her rescuer's gaze. The mask that hid her facial features gave no indication of her expression, but the fear could be felt as she thought she had somehow angered the towering figure by the tone of his speech. She jumped a little as his tongue whipped the air in front of her face, and his words that followed were much calmer. She still had no idea what was being said to her, but it felt like he was attempting answer her question. Despite this, the Tusken girl felt an unease come upon her, as if she was being coaxed into a false sense of security just before a blade was plunged into her chest. Kr'Naan guardedly lifted her hands again as if about to attempt to communicate once more, but was set upon by a constricting fog that pierced her mind. Kr'Naan's consciousness drifted through a large gathering of trees so fantastically different than the one she had seen among the deserts of her home. Tatooine trees were alive but reeked of twisted existence; corrupted into a half-life by the tragedies that the Storytellers told her people in their oral histories. Still, they were near-worshipped and held with utmost respect as some believed they gathered and stored the spirits of the dead to nourish themselves, and were therefore bridges to the afterlife. The trees she witnessed now, so dense and full of complete life. The thought of how many souls each tree might contain, and how numerous they were, was beyond all possible comprehension to her. Eight legged shadows screeched as they skittered among the webs that grew more dense and numerous as she travelled to the unknown destination she seemed to be heading towards.Her vision was joined by the sounds of grunts and squeals of snouted swine-men, attacking each other with primitive weaponry; even more so than that used by her people. Deformed and mutated by an unknown presence within them that had corrupted them to sprout masses of bone that jutted out from their joints, their horns and tusks seeming abnormally large despite her never before seeing a species such as this. She said something aloud, not understanding her own words that came out. This drew the attention of the humanoid boars, their bouts pausing to look in her direction, but she was rushed away as if gliding upon the wind before they could interact.Her flight through the forest stopped finally at a dark foreboding structure written upon with indecipherable scripture. She was too far away to reach it. She reached out to run a gloved hand along the etched carvings still, and her arm seemed to stretch to meet the cold surface, frozen enough to pierce her hide mitts and send the chill to her bones. Yet somehow she remained where she stood, and the structure where it remained, further away. Atop the structure was the reptilian that had rescued her from the slave markets, arms extended upward to a green sun as it changed size and color to a blazing orange. From below where Kr'Naan stood, at the foot of the structure looking up to the saurian savior, from her perception it appeared that both he was growing and the sun was shrinking; yet somehow both the opposite and neither. The Barabel raised his arms higher, meeting the tips of his taloned fingers together and becoming a dark pupil for the newly formed Eye, which glared at all below its all seeing glory. The Tusken girl fell to her knees and wept at the beauty with streams of tears at the site before her. It was an action brought about by an unnatural compulsion, unable to control herself and overcome with the helplessness and loss of composure of one prostrated by divine power. The blazing light of the Eye shifted, shining an intense overcast of light upon a black hole in the structure. Raspy murmurs in her mother-tongue crept into her mind as several runes around a small hole in the temple, sparked alight with blood red flames that danced just over the carvings themselves. Overwhelmed by the influence of the Eye the Tusken girl crawled on her hands and feet toward the entrance made specifically for her. This was her purpose, the reason she was allowed by the Eye watching over her to continue to live. As she crawled the previously hard ground quickly turned to a thick mud, and she struggled against the suction and tug of the mire that threatened to pull her beneath the surface and stop her from completing her reason to exist. Persisting and clawing, giving everything of herself through screams of pain as not only her gloves and boots were swallowed by the quagmire she was wallowing through, but the skin from her hands, lower arms, feet and lower legs were torn away; followed soon after by the flesh from her bones.Through the trial that left a trail of blood and gore mixed morass in her wake the Tusken girl made it to the other of the tiny entrance she had made her way through. Degloved and mostly meatless hand bones twitching by action of the few remaining muscle fibers still attached, Kr'Naan fought the instinct to stop to perish and instead looked up at her surroundings. Her vision blurred and darkening at the edges, black emptiness slowly creeping in around her, she saw ahead of her a bright light which shone from above upon a large crystal. This was what she had been tasked with, and so she stood up onto the osteal vestiges that remained of her feet, blood dripping from where the meat of her legs remained and gave way to near bare bone. Though it should not be physically possible she walked, slowly, excruciatingly toward her goal.Her existence became pain, nearly unbearable, the void that continued to grow to cloud her sight until she saw nothing but the blackness just as she reached the base of the pedestal the large crystal was on. Blindly reaching out with her fleshless hands she grasped ahold of the jewel, the light that bathed the crystal clearing her vision and slowly healing her wounds. A wall crumbled apart to give way to a doorway which had been hidden, revealing a dark figure bathed in the light of the Eye that glowed from the edges of its form without revealing its features other than glowing red eyes. From the enshrouded figure a black scaled claw extended to her. Kr'Naan shrieked as the first thing she saw as she come out of her vision were the same red eyes that had been the last thing she saw within it, falling backwards onto her rear and stammering incoherently as the Barabel returned to his full height and looked down upon her. Her own gaze went to her arms and legs, inspecting them in disbelief. Her speech was completely unintelligible at first, but it slowly formed a word through the jabbering gibberish."H-H-Ha-Hak...H-Hak-k-k....Hakus-s-s...H-H-Hak-kus-sar-r." A primal fear rose from deep within the Tusken youngling and she began to crawl backward, still facing what she had finally come to realize was not a being before her. It was an unholy entity. With it's one good eye spotting the move, the well-built Ewok Lil'Bacca moved quickly and took hold of Kr'Naan's arm. Having little difficulty overpowering her struggling, the Ewok pulled her into the belly of the star courier.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 24, 2021 7:35:39 GMT -8
Ascending the ramp after Lil'Bacca and Kr'Naan, the Great Devourer ran his forked tongue over his scaled lips, savouring the sweet flavour of her fear. Upon entering the interior of the star courier, affectionately referred to as the 'Grimblade' by the reprehensible reptilian, he noted the acrid stench of greasy smoke teasing his slit nostrils. The only illumination was provided by a series of low burning tallow candles of congealed human fat, the interior lighting of the ship having long been removed for lack of necessity. It wasn't a large space but one might hesitate to call it cramped. Cozy was perhaps a better descriptive term, in a twisted sort of way. There was a lift that provided access to two separate floors, with the cockpit and passenger seating on the second floor. The first floor, connected to the ramp leading into the ship, was host to two separate bedrooms and several storage compartments, including a refresher that hadn't seen use in a number of years. The blind ewok, known as Lil'Havok, was speaking to Dragus from the lift as the boarding ramp closed behind him. It asked the barbaric barabel something in ewokese, causing him to twist his snout and tap on one of his long teeth with a curved finger talon."Kesssel? No, not yet. That'z on the agenda but the Sssith Eternal will have to wait for that particular contract. We've the Eye'z businesss to attend to firssst. On to holy Pzob and be sssure to ssstay clear of the nebula. With the feassst day sssoon approaching, 'It' haz grown rather rambunctiouz and may not recognize uz az the chosssen faithful." Lil'Havok nodded and the lift doors shut, raising the mysteriously capable pilot to the cockpit level. With their destination settled, Dragus turned back to the others. His red orbs locked on the group, then narrowed on one fuzzy being in particular. Lil'Kaan stepped back nervously, beginning to shake from furry head to toe. Perhaps hosing down the Hungering One had been a mistake. Jaws parting to reveal a large dagger filled maw, the saurian Sith corned the ewok and grabbed it in both clawed hands, eliciting a terrified shriek as he stuffed the sentient bear under his arm and headed into the master bedroom suite, the doors parting as he approached. A rancid stench of rotting meat wafted out the open portal as the black scaled barabel carried the squealing creature inside. The doors slid shut behind him and locked with a click.That left Lil'Bacca, Lil'Mort, and Kr'Naan in the center of the ready room. The muscular one-eyed bear released his hold on the tusken child and walked towards the door of the second sleeping compartment. Motion sensors automatically opened the doors to reveal a dim interior, lit with candles as much the rest of the ship was. There was no furniture inside, just a large wampa fur rug on the ground whose chalk white hair had long since yellowed. "Chuba wana, Wart." It said, pointing a furry digit at the filthy flea ridden rug on the ground. "You sleep here, Wart". As though to make the point, Lil'Mort walked past the two and into the room, plopping down on the wampa fur and began to audibly snore. In one gloomy corner of the room, something stirred in the darkness.Croak! The thing in the dark hopped forwards on two large hind legs, coming into visibility as it neared. Appearing much the large amphibian, the creature's skin was green with black molted spots, possessing an almost glossy sheen. It sat on its rear legs, ending in long webbed flippers for feat. It had two front arms also resting on the ground, much smaller than the legs but also ending in webbed hands. Ribbet! A long tongue launched out of its wide mouth and snagged a flea hopping on the yellowed rug, quickly withdrawing back into the creature's mouth. Two protruding eyes atop its head stared at the tusken with alien curiosity, until it saw Lil'Bacca and began to hop forwards in delight. It nestled its head against the one eyed 'wok, searing his fur as small plumes of flame exhaled from its nostrils. This was Kermit, an infant dragon slug taken from Hoth on a previous mission there to find the long lost tribe of abominable snowoks. After a moment of enjoying each others company, Lil'Bacca pushed the creature away, causing it to hop back to the corner of the room where it nested. It was around this time that Lil'Mort sat up on the rug and waved a furry paw in front of his wet little nose. "Achuna poody!" The emaciated ewok said, referring to the tusken. "It stinks!" The one eyed 'wok nodded in agreement. Something would need to be done about that, especially as they were going to be sharing a sleeping space. Rarely used doors opened with a rusty creak as he pushed Kr'Naan towards the refresher, essentially a tiny room with a sink and a shower cubicle that smelled of mold. Lil'Bacca entered the cubicle and pulled on a leaver, activating the shower faucet which rained down water from above. He pointed at the child, then the shower. "Sherpa yenub." "You wash." To illustrate the point, he opened the cabinet under the sink and retrieved an old bar of soap covered in fur, which he thrust into Kr'Naan's hands before shoving her into the shower. He then exited the refresher, the doors sliding closed behind him, leaving her in solitude for the time being. Muffled animal noises could be heard through the walls, coming from Dragus' compartment, while the floor started to vibrate as the Grimblade's repulsors began to warm up.
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Dec 24, 2021 23:19:32 GMT -8
Kr'Naan grunted as she was finally released, falling to her hands and knees on the cold metal floor of the ship's interior. Her throat tightened as she heard the metallic click of the ramp locking into place, and she quickly stood up and in panicked motion looked around her new surroundings. The diabolical draconian retired to a private room, after some words to one of the furry crew and snatching up another to join him. Kr'Naan's struggled to breathe as the full circumstances of her situation set in, and her heartbeat raced erratically. It was her belief that in her blind desire for vengeance on those that had abducted her and committed her to bondage that she had inadvertently summoned the unborn demon krayt-god Hakusar: an incomplete amalgamation of evil power in the Tusken pantheon that sought after true godhood, gathering followers to commit deeds to fulfill this dark aspiration. The vision bestowed upon the Tusken girl gave her little doubt that she had indeed signed away her soul by accepting the help of this fiend.
Kr'Naan hyperventilating slowed as the Ewok gestured for her to follow into another room aboard the ship. Fighting stress on her body by the panic attack. Her legs like jelly, her arms shaking; a struggle to overcome to feeling that permeated her spirit. If this was the unborn god, come to once again attempt to gain divine power, she would have little choice but to comply. An unspoken bargain had been struck, and to fight against this fate would mean damnation of her soul to the demi-god's plane of existence for torture with the rest of those other failed disciples of his faith; or so the stories she remembered of the dark idol went. As a child she had little else but the stories told by her elders and the tales the tribe's Storyteller told with moral lessons pertaining to life.
The Tusken stood just past the threshold of the doorway into the room, staring at the barren room only decorated with the yellowed pelt of a white furred creature unknown to her. She stumbled as the Ewok known as Lil'Mort pushed past her, the furry biped hitting her shoulder against his as he did so and promptly getting comfortable on the fur sleeping mat. Before Kr'Naan could move to the rug to attempt to even get some rest, she was set upon by a large creature that let out a rumbling croak of the dragon slug Kermit. The beast reminded her in shape of the Sevorrt from her homeworld, a highly aggressive and larger cousin to the Worrt. She froze hoping not to be attacked, but was dumbstruck as the Ewok that had dragged her into the ship, Lil'Bacca, and the beast shared an almost loving embrace; complete with flames. Kr'Naan could do little else but stare, not catching the words spoken by the other hairy being, before the one eyed fuzzy bear grabbed hold of her once more and took her to the refresher, turning on the shower and shoving both her and a bar of soap inside.
This was the third time in a day, more than in her life, that she had seen such impossible amounts of water; if one counted the sewage, twice if not. Kr'Naan checked the seal on the refresher door, finding it locked. She stared at the bar of soap, something she had never before seen in her life. The soap slipped from her grasp and fell onto the floor. Investigating the refresher stall as her clothes began to soak up more water, she slid down a panel to reveal a compact sonic laundering unit. One of the few pieces of technology she was familiar with, of all things. In a trip to the Enclave of Or'Rrk'Rkr clan with her grandfather, the Tusken city's communal sonic bathhouses had such devices though much older and certainly more well-used than this one. The thought of her grandfather and her home brought tears to her tightly clenched eyes eyes, fighting to not make a sound. She was out of her clothes in a matter of moments, throwing them in the machine which struggled to come to life for the first time in what was like a long time. While it was difficult with her slave collar still on her neck she managed.
Picking up the bar of soap and scraping the fur off of it, she noticed the lather begin to form, aiding in removing the slimy coating she had gained from the sewage that had soaked through her clothes to her skin. After remove the fur it was a mad dash to scrub herself and rinse out her thick black hair which she had kept in a tight bun beneath her garb. She blinked as the suds reached her black eyes, gasping in pain as they stung and using the continuous stream of water to rinse them out. Never before had been witness to such miracles as running water for use in cleaning and while her tribe would view it as a heinous waste of a precious life-giving resource she very much enjoyed the luxury she had not even known to have existed.
Kr'Naan paused as she thought on her circumstances once more. Was this a temptation to get her to capitulate fully to the worship of the dark god? Suddenly the shower stopped, and a breeze of warm air filled the shower compartment, drying all within. A small bell chimed and the laundering machine opened up, her clothes, though not cleaned entirely as nothing could fully remove Tatooine sand, but it was no longer soaking wet with water or filth. After dressing and covering herself completely once more, Kr'Naan opened the refresher door, hoping to find the entryway unguarded but instead being greeted by the same one-eyed furball from before, arms crossed. Lil'Bacca sniffed at the mostly clean Kr'Naan and, satisfied, took a step back and extended an arm towards the room with the other Ewok and dragon slug. Dejected that any attempt at escape or hiding she might have had, the Tusken girl sullenly walked to the room. Instead of laying on the discolored shag carpet however, she sat with her back against bulkhead, facing towards the trio of strange beings that dwelled within.
While she fought against falling asleep, she was overcome with exhaustion as the events of the day caught up with her, and she drifted into a sleep plagued by nightmares similar to the vision she had had earlier.
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Dragus
The Sith Eternal
In front of the Empire, to all you Vader haters out there. We'll blow your planet up.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 25, 2021 7:03:01 GMT -8
Shortly after the inhabitants of the Grimblade had boarded and settled down to bed, the star courier took off from the hangar and took to the sky, jockeying for position as it headed into orbit. A wild eyed man in a red and white vacuum suit nearly careened into them as they headed towards the nearest hyper lane, riding an odd repulsor sled pulled through the sky by eight mechanical reindeer droids. Within moments the the ship made the jump to lightspeed.Continued here.
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Thomas Zahn
The First Order
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Post by Thomas Zahn on Jan 3, 2023 18:59:36 GMT -8
Project: HOPLITE With the HOPLITE program progressing on through phase 2 of development and training, preparations for phase 3 were beginning. Each candidates instincts were enhanced above a natural level just by way of being Force Sensitive. But for Zahn's plan to work, they would need to move beyond just being Sensitive to the Force and become Users of it. But as it stood, he did not wholly trust anyone within the First Order with the work ahead for phase 3. Both orders of Knights had their own agenda's and ethos which would taint his work. He would not have the HOPLITE's become embroiled in one side or another of the ideological war. He wanted them to remain loyal and true to the tenants of the Imperial Army and be ready to rid the Empire of either or both Order's should the need arise.
To that end, he had sent out agents beyond the borders of the Empire to seek out candidates whom could prove useful. Active members of any particular order were marked off the list, and instead those whom had retired or no longer associated with a particular group were considered. It was through this process, that Zahn found himself upon Nar Shaddaa outside a Cantina where he would find a man by the name of Idris Hale.
The workup that his agents had conducted advised that Idris had once been apart of the Jedi Order, but he'd not seen eye-to-eye with many of the Order's tenants. He'd been considered what they call a Grey Jedi, which as far as Zahn could understand it, was a Jedi who tended to bend or break the rules. Probably a simplification, but not one he would lose sleep over. His agents had assured him that Idris was the man he was looking for. And thus far, they had come through on a number of matters and occasions.
He walked through the doors of the Cantina dressed in more subdued, travelling clothes. A pair of armor weave pants and a shirt of the same material were augmented by some strategically placed Betaplast plates of armour, over which a traveller's cloak was worn. The outfit helped Zahn fit in with the crowd and not stand out as he made his way across the Cantina to the table where Idris was seated, his feet kicked up on the table while dressed in his old Jedi Robes and his own array of armour plates. The emblems long since faded or worn off. His hair and beard were long and white, stained by spilt drink. While it was not a particularly appealing first impression, he had a feeling such aesthetic was mostly for show. Intended to weed out the ones who were not in the know
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