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Post by Captain Azkul Travillius on Apr 16, 2020 13:07:39 GMT -8
Imperium Armed Forces - Ninth Platoon
The Ninth Platoon. Fabled to be legends. Daring soldiers capable of exceptional feats. Exaggeration or truth, it made no different. The Ninth Platoon's reputation had allowed it to be selected to guard and protect the interior of the cloning facilities that were now churning out clone soldiers for the Blackguard Imperium. Kaminoan scientists ensured everything proceeded smoothly, while the Ninth Platoon ensured the facility remained secure. Not an overly glamorous assignment, but a vital one to be sure. And while it took time to grow the future soldiers of the Blackguard, the Ninth Platoon would zealously defend the Blackguard's interests here.
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Post by Briget Nommad on Aug 11, 2021 12:28:51 GMT -8
As they entered building they were greeted a delegation of Kamonians technicians. Looking around her the woman was no less impressed with the interior of the complex as she had been observing the edifice from outside. They quickly met the doctors and work began immediately
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Post by Briget Nommad on Sept 9, 2021 1:38:11 GMT -8
Walking the young woman thought ~If only I were able to harness the outrageously unnecessary amount of testosterone as was just exhibited.....~ Turning Bridget cornered and asked a young Kamonian doctor -Briget- "Do they really call this place Tapioca?" The kindly speaking genetic freak mutation replied politely -YKD- "It's Tipoca ma'am. Tipoca. Tapioca? Isn't that something that you unevolved monsters put into some of your food?" Nodding and smiling politely the woman answered -Briget- "Thank you very much for correcting my awkward misinterpretation of the name...." Adding quickly -Bridget- "And that sharp opinion of human eating habits."
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Dec 4, 2021 3:23:58 GMT -8
With words spreading of the Blackguard's department from Kamino, new contracts between the Dominion and the Kaminoan administration are forged to maintain their current projects. Though by now the Quarren Dominion wasn't necessarily dependent on the Kaminoan installations for maintaining their forces, the emissaries of the Prophet nontheless pay some good money for scientists and cloning installations, that would find their use on Mon Calamari. So far the cooperation is deemed as benefitial for both sides, as there was neither an interest for the Quarren Dominion to continiue what the Sith had begun, thus allowing the Kaminoans to continiue their autonomous buiseness unhindered without any civil war interventions.
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Post by Dragus on Jun 11, 2023 6:38:14 GMT -8
TIE Defender shrieked in the skies above the Cloning Facility, streaking ahead of two void black omicron shuttles as they descended to rain soaked landing platforms amidst one of the worst storms the temperamental water world of Kamino had seen in centuries. The dark happenings in the northern pole had disturbed the natural balance, causing the oceans to churn with unusually aggressive fury. Water sluiced off the hulls of either transport as they set down on the circular pads, engines steaming as they began to cool. A hydraulic whine sounded as the side hatch on either ship flipped open, allowing the alchemical monstrosities inside to disembark. The Undying Shadow Warriors and the Star Marauder chapters marched off, exposing their horrific forms to the elements. One group was composed of seven foot tall muscular giants with corpse pallor grey flesh and repulsive faces concealed behind snarling masks of Sith iron, the other were barbed ghouls in soaked shadow silk desert wrappings, a unique contrast of unnatural mutated flesh. Salizar Syndulla, chapter master of the Star Marauders, was given command of the mission. Born into a life of banditry on the desert sands of Ryloth, he was among the first to drink the Dark Apothecary's secretive mutagenic elixir, transforming into a grotesque Sithspawned version of his species. His face concealed behind a shadowsilk veil, only his blood red eyes were visible, peering towards the entrance of the facility as the doors parted to reveal a Kaminoan greeting party. The long necked cloners were accompanied by four clone soldiers in pearlescent white plastoid, each carrying a blaster rifle that dated back to the Clone Wars. The chapter master didn't waste time mincing words. Reaching down to his hip, Salizar took into his hand a ruinous scimitar blade crafted in the hell-forges of cursed Kala'uun. The sinister face of the blade glowed with a sinister red light as the runes inscribed on the face of the curved sword responded to the altered twi'leks depraved yearnings."Death to the unbelievers!" He hissed through a piranhas mouth full of crooked yellow needle sharp teeth, swinging his scimitar in a figure eight before charging head first towards the greetings party. His chapter fell in behind, followed by the towering altered taung, a villainous horde of unquestionable evil.To their credit, the clone troopers stood their ground, opening fire with their rifles in a vain attempt to buy the Kaminoan in their care time to retreat. Salizar was on them in seconds, his desert blade carving cleanly through plastoid as though it were parchment, severing limbs in a gory display of unrivaled swordsmanship. Even before receiving the Famine Lord's blessing, he had been a skilled hand with a blade. His new gifts only increased his prowess. He cleaved his way through two of the soldiers before his comrades reached his position, easily finishing of the other two while the chapter master advanced on the long necked alien. He licked blood from his lips before sweeping the blade horizontally, removing the white skinned cloner's head from its body.Soon after, the slaughter continued inside.
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Post by Dragus on Jun 12, 2023 10:42:49 GMT -8
Salizar and his Star Marauders murdered their way floor by floor with ease, clearing every inhabited level of the facility as they pursued their mission with relish. The only exception were a few of the Kaminoans that stood apart from the others by rank, sparing only the most knowledgeable cloners and technicians. The politicians and other detritus they strung up in the formerly pristine white halls, now streaked filthy crimson with congealing vitae. Wherever they met resistance, which usually took the form of clone troopers from failed breeding stock, they overwhelmed the defenders with the sheer force of their assault. The mutant twi'lek's alchemically altered scimitar carved his opponents to bloody ruin, striking as fast and as deadly as a desert scorpion.
Elsewhere, the Undying Shadow Warriors were having equal success, albeit at a far slower pace. The reanimated giants waded through blaster bolts like they were wasp stings, returning fire with shoulder mounted blaster cannons or getting in close enough to use the razor sharp claws attached to their wrist gauntlets. Physically each was a match for a wookiee on growth hormones, combined they were a relentless force, clearing out the lower levels with meticulous care. Their preference for melee combat had little to do with their orders not to damage to facility. Warped by the corrupting influence of the darkside, they were sadist fiends, one and all. Doors were rent open by screaming vibro-claws and brute strength. For the most part the physically weak native kaminoans could do little other than accept their fate.
After dismembering the guards outside the command centre and doing worse to the officers inside, the twi'lek chapter master accessed the communications system for the facility and transmitted to the Necromancer in orbit.
The Fish Tank has fallen. He snarled through crooked yellow needle tipped teeth. You can begin sending down transports when ready.
Reaching down, Salizar ripped the immaculate white skirt off a decapitated kaminoan and used it to clear the blood from his scimitar blade. The soiled cloth came away scalding hot as the runes written into the face of the curved sword caused the vitae clinging to its surface to smoulder and steam.
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Post by Dragus on Jun 23, 2023 5:33:44 GMT -8
Location: Kamino (Kamino System) | Tipoca City | SE Cloning Facility In the days following the conquest of the watery world of Kamino by the Sith Eternal forces under the command of the Dark Apothecary, Dragus the Insatiable, all expense was spent bringing the Cloning Facility up to full operation. Scientific minds from across the small Sith empire were sent to Tipoca City to work on a project related to the future of the organization. Tinker rats from the warrens of Dragusblight, flesh sculptors from Fort Ewok on ill fabled Draggle Rock, doctors from Travis Sloane's medical clinic aboard the Nullus Beacon, all to name but a few. The most brilliant and deranged souls from across Sith space were gathered here, waiting to see what the Great Devourer had for them.Curled toe talons scraped rancid scum from previously immaculate white floors, now sticky with a congealed matt of decaying tissue and rodent filth, as the villainous velociraptor stalked towards the main operating room. Purple wisps of poisonous breath were expelled from two flaring nostril slits on either side of a crocodilian snout that protruded from a manflesh hood pulled up over the Famine Lord's scaled scalp. In fact the entire garment he wore over his reprehensible reptilian figure had been created from the flayed faces of hannite monks that had displeased the drake lord, hand stitched together with sinew to form a horrendous robe that shrouded most of the black scaled barabel's features. Botflies buzzed around the cadaverous attire, drawn by the carrion reek that wafted off the twisted terrorsaur's wicked form, swarming around his hood like a pestilent miasma. Black scaled lips parted and curled into a murderous smile, revealing an open maw pitted with a forest of razor sharp fangs that glistened wetly beneath the flickering lighting of the dirty corridor. A long forked tongue slithered from between rows of serrated incisors, misting the air with crimson flecks as it flicked back and forth, sampling the unique flavour of despair cultured in the facility's mould contaminated vents.Held in his right claw, the saber-cane known as the Gorgon's Eye glowed a furious red, illuminating the diabolical draconian's path despite the fact that he operated mostly by scent. The orb of meltmassif capping the ornate walking stick churned with an inner fire, slit down the centre with an abyssal black iris that seemed to move of its own accord. Its pure cortosis tip tapped on the gore stained floor as he walked the last few paces to the surgical theatre. A set of automatic doors swished apart as he entered the room, drawing the attention of the numerous verminous underlings present, all fawning over the Hungering One as he graced their beady eyes with his cold discomforting presence. Raising his claws to his head, He-Who-Hungers pulled back his hooded covering, exposing his frightful visage to the gathering of evildoers. The rakatan ocular implant set in his left eye socket pulsated with an amethyst light, blazing like a mote of witch-fire. The bloody orb of his right peered around the collection of repulsive rodents, many of which wilted under his vile attention."Have you brought it?" Hissed the saurian Sith, his voice accompanied by a wet gurgle as blood trickled down his throat. A wicked series of complicit squeaks sounded as the Blood Wyrm's faithful assistant Squeakers pulled back a hide tarp covering a steel surgical slab. Bound to the polished metal surface was a human male, stripped of attire, restrained to the table by a series of metallic bindings. Several translucent tubes were hooked directly into the prone figures veins, keeping him sedated with an alchemical concoction of the Clone Lord's own devising. "Excellent. He'z perfect." Growled Dragus, soiling the human specimen with particles of vitae and spittle from his salivating jaws. The Dark Apothecary ran a hand through the unconscious human's dark brown hair, twirling beard whiskers playfully around his right obsidian index talon.As the Sith Eternal expanded, swallowing one Outer Rim world after another, there had never been a greater need for soldiers and personnel loyal to the organization. Despite many overtures to the Supreme Leader to solve this problem with fast breeding ranats, the mysterious and reclusive leader of their evil empire had declined, requesting a more standardized model of front line troop. There had been attempts to enlist the populations under the sway of the Sith to fill these quotas, but baseline humanity was poorly suited to the task at best, their genes rife with flaws and weakness. Thus, the Pater Mutatis had turned his devious mind to the effort of producing a superior physical specimen for mass production. First, however, they needed to start with an ideal subject upon which to improve. The answer, so far as the saurian Sith was concerned, was obvious. "Where am I? Why am I here?" He winced in pain as the rodent that had injected him removed the needle tip from his vein. "What are you doing to me?! Help! Help!!!" Jake thrashed on the slab but was unable to move more than an inch, squirming in place much to the devious draconian's delight."Hush now." Cooed Dragus, bringing his snout close enough to the actor's face that the rancid scent of his breath caused the human to gasp and gag, halting his protestations. The Famine Lord could taste the exquisite flavour of fear in the air. "You've been ssselected az the future father of the next ssstage of human evolution. Your genez will birth a new race of men, my Nu-Jakez, that will replace the pathetic samplez of humanity that currently infessst the galaxy. You should be quite proud." He then placed a claw over Jake's terrified face and pricked the actor's skin with his wickedly sharp talon tips. Drawing on the currents of the malevolent fey, the Dark Apothecary began to work his sorcery on the holo-star's mind, sinking ethereal claws into the grey matter as he began to alter and shape the very fabric of life to suit his needs. A horrendous scream echoed from the Cloning Facility, heard even over the crashing of waves against Tipoca City. |
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Post by Dragus on Jan 21, 2024 0:28:10 GMT -8
A deathstick burned low, nearly to the filter, as Jake Garret inhaled deeply. He blew the narcotic blue smoke out his nose, exhaling carcinogens even as his nervous system fought a battle with the addictive substance entering his bloodstream. Like every other Nu-Jake, he'd been gene-forged to be physically perfect, with a body resistant to most noxious substances. No matter how much he seemed to smoke, the narcotics never had the kick he was looking for, and Jake smoked a lot. Removing the nub from his mouth, he flicked the remainder over the edge of the platform he found himself on. He waited a few seconds, watching it drop down into the water, disappearing beneath the waves crashing against the stilts of Tipoca City. Reaching down he picked up his heavy repeater rifle where it lay against the outer wall and slung it over his shoulder by the strap, letting it rest against the back of his armorweave coat as he turned around and headed back inside. Almost everyone he passed shared something in common with him, save for the kaminoans who were utterly alien in every way. Besides the xenos, the facility was run by his own kind, other Nu-Jakes that had been bred in cloning cylinders just like him.
Most wore the crimson gamma-plast armour of the Sith Eternal, their shared genetic lineage hidden behind expressionless helms. The officer class, NJ3s mostly, had the privilege of exposing their faces as they donned a pressed black uniform with a blood orange trim. Then there was Garret, an NJX, exceptional even by the standards of his fellow clones. He'd been bred just a bit different, his DNA tweaked a little extra to take him to the next level. Most ended up wearing the onion-skin magcoils of the elite praetorian guard, but not him, he hadn't been suited to the life of martial excellence. Maybe something had gone awry in his creation, but he'd always aspired for something more. The Sith had taken notice, and well, that had been that. Garret found himself on a special deployment, hunting down subjects for the Pater Mutatis' experiments.
Jake's gloved fist smacked against his armorplast chest piece in a military salute as he passed two high ranking NJ3s on his way to the hangar. A reflec coated Svelte-class shuttle waited for him, nicknamed the Scarab, though its registry was a more tedious arrangement of numbers. The ramp was already lowered by the time he entered the bay, his ocean blue eyes flickering to either side, regarding the NJ1s stationed as guards with nothing close to envy. Sometimes he wondered what they thought of him, or if they did. The base model, they seemed so...cold. More than droids, but utterly duty bound and obedient. Not like him. As I said, he was different, maybe defective, maybe intentionally this way. It was impossible to know given just who his creator was. Ascending the ramp, he entered the cockpit and slid into the pilots chair. Within minutes he had the engines fired up and a set of coordinates punched in. Taking the steering yoke in hand, he shunted power to the repulsors and lifted off, accelerating away from the base and up into orbit. Once he broke the grip of Kamino's natural gravity well, he fired up the hyperdrive and jumped the shuttle to lightspeed, streaking down the main passage of the Rishi Maze towards the main galaxy.
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Post by Briget Nommad on Feb 17, 2024 22:08:16 GMT -8
Her stay had been quite pleasant and the staff had tended to her every need. But everything runs its course and indeed such were things here. The woman quietly collected her personal effects, contacted all necessary confederates, forwarded regards to any native authorities as necessary and settled her tab with the boarding department. She left nothing unattended to, nor private business unsettled. Before anything else Briget was painstakingly exact with every detail in both her public and private life . And with that she was gone as if she were never there
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Post by Valefor on Feb 21, 2024 14:39:32 GMT -8
Darth Astera - Project: STARBRIGHTThe vaunted Director of Technological Advancements strode through the myriad maze of corridors that twisted and turned through the innards of Tipoca City. Some might have found the almost clinical and enclosed hallways to be stifling, but Astera had spent so many years upon the Beacon that this just felt like home. The only difference was that there were far more Kaminoans that towered over the Sith Eternal Personnel and Ranats that now lived here. The Dark Apothecary certainly had his uses and strengths, but sometimes she wondered if they outweighed the Draconian Dictators flaws - most specifically his proclivity for the Ranats. While they also had their uses, they had no place being here.
However, Dragus had been the one to claim Kamino for the Sith Eternal and was overseer of the Cloners Homeworld. Thus she would have to tolerate his choices and decisions, even if she abhorred them.
Within minutes of arriving to the city rising above the waves, Astera arrived to one of the private cloning Labs which Dragus' had assured her had been set aside for her use and stocked with everything she would need. She also faintly remembered mention by the Dark Apothecary of having found and provided a perfect candidate for her experimentation. A fact she had reserved judgement for, until the doors opened and the medical team within turned toward her. As the lead Kaminoan scientist moved her head out of the way, Astera got a look upon the "subject" that Dragus had so "generously" donated
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Post by Dragus on Feb 24, 2024 12:48:00 GMT -8
In one of those rare moments where Darth Astera found herself outside the laboratory of the Sith Eternal's latest cloning project, the sneaking serpentine sultan of sin crept into the cloning facility, intent on checking upon whatever it was his precious winter rose was working on. A heavy cloak of flayed human faces hung from the black scaled barabels shoulders, surgically sutured together to form a horrific vanity, as each face was fixed in the same agonized expression they had possessed as their skin was peeled from its connective tissue. The hood was pulled up over his scaly scalp, casting a shadow across his crocodilian snout, which was covered in the polished onyx hued beak of a sithspawned rishii stormcrow. Glowing from within his cowl were two mismatched eyes, the right a saurian orb of red with a black slash of a slit pupil, the other a multi-faceted amethyst gem that was attached to a rakatan ocular device hardwired into his brain. He stalked across the deck on click clacking toe talons that were more akin to butchers hooks, while he manipulated the luminous head of an ornate saber-cane with his right claw, tapping the stained length of Pzobian oak on the polished deck as he headed straight for a bank of cloning cylinders. The Blood Wyrm stopped shy of the cloning pods, letting out a hot breath that steamed the transparent surface of the pod, puffed in long geysers from the vile space crocodile's nostril slits. As his lips spread to reveal hidden rows of razor sharp incisors set in a maw of blackened gums, a forked tongue slithered out of those dangerous depths and flicked, misting the air with crimson flecks that soiled the front of the deranged draconian's outfit.
"Ah, I sssee what she did here." Hissed the Dark Apothecary as he admired his fellow councilors work with a nod of his snout, reaching beneath his scaled chin and scratching at it with a long crooked claw. Coming to stand next to the mad alchemist was one of his own cloned creations, a first generation Nu-Jake in the crimson gamma-plast of a Sith Trooper. The trooper stared at the clones in the tank, then turned his black visored helm towards the Great Devourer. She added breasts. Said the speakers built into the troopers helmet. "Indeed." Replied the reprehensibly dressed reptile, continuing to nod in affirmation of the NJ1s statement. "She added breastz. Clever, very clever. Though it remainz to be ssseen how effective thossse breastz will be in the field. Sssuppose we ought to ssstart resssearching."
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Post by Valefor on Feb 25, 2024 18:06:14 GMT -8
Darth Astera - Project: STARBRIGHT
She would say she was surprised when the alert came through regarding the Mad Alchemists intrusion into her lab areas, but such surprise was merely based upon how long it had taken him. It was bound to happen eventually, after all, it was just a matter of time when it would happen. She waited until he was suitably engrossed in his examination before making her presence known alongside that of one of her own first generation Nu-Mags. Much like their male counterparts, the Nu-Mags were also clad in the red gamma-plast Sith Trooper armour, but in a slightly slimmer fit. It was about the only difference one might discern between the cloning projects, unless they were paying attention to some of the minor modifications in the chest area.
When at least close enough, Astera forced a cough
Enjoying the view, boys? That is what you both are, after all... A pair of little boys gawking at a woman's chest. You know Dragus, I thought maybe you had sought to hinder or perhaps hamstring my work. But... it turns out you gave me a great boon. Come, introduce yourself dear...
Her own trooper stepped forward, focusing her attention and gaze upon the Nu-Jake. Any smile or smirk was hidden behind the emotionless mask, but it did not escape her voice
I'm like you, just better...
A blunt statement, but astute. Production has already started and there are many more well on their way, as you can see for yourself. It's all coming along swimmingly...
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Post by Dragus on Feb 29, 2024 9:58:19 GMT -8
"Hinder? Hamssstring!?" Scoffed the barabel, holding a claw over his beak bedecked snout as he feigned offense. He crossed an arm over his chest, palm hovering over where his heart should be, lips pursed in a quite contrite expression. "You wound me, my dear. I would never think to interfere with a colleaguez work. Perish the thought." His overlong tail slithered back inside his cloak of flayed faces, retracting before the bladed tip had completed its effort to sever several of the wires connected to the cloning cylinder in front of him. Taking a step back away from the row of cylinders, the Dark Apothecary stood beside his fellow associate on the Council of Seven, bringing his claws together in front of his with his talons meshed. "Though I mussst admit they bare a ssstriking resssemblance to my Nu-Jakez. One could be forgiven for thinking you were attempting to copy my work."
Meanwhile the Nu-Jake and Nu-Mag continued to inspect one another, practically mirroring each others movements, oppositely gendered reflections of ones another. NJ1-749 felt a strange stirring in his body he didn't immediately recognize. Bred and psycho-indoctrinated for obedience, the gene enhanced clone was devoted to his duties, hyper-focused on the task set out before him. Yet staring at this female clone, it awoke a fire in his cells, distributing a pleasing sensation throughout his loins. Every cell in his body was responding to the Nu-Mag, yearning to combine and replicate with her expertly gene forged DNA. The only thing stopping him from ripping off his gammaplast plate and taking her on the deck was that he stood in the presence of not one, but two, Sith counselors.
The amethyst gem set in the deranged draconian's left eye flashed brightly as an idea formed in his fiendish psyche. "How about a friendly wager, sssweetest Assstera? Hmmm? My firssst generation Nu-Jake here againssst your Nu-Mag." Upon hearing that, the Nu-Jake's helmet turned towards the two Sith. Dragus' lips contorted into his frightful fanged grin, his saurian feature's excited and blood thirsty. "To the death..."
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Post by Valefor on Feb 29, 2024 16:41:39 GMT -8
Darth Astera - Project: STARBRIGHT
She raised an eyebrow as Dragus fought to try and profess his innocence, acting hurt that anyone could possibly insinuate such an accusation against him. Her gaze gave a cautionary sweep of the ground around the tube he had been standing in front of, mentally noting to have the techs check the pod later. She then turned her gaze to the Nu-Jake and Nu-Mag as the pair circled around one another like a pair of predators squaring up over territory. Or perhaps it was something else... Surely not? They wouldn't... Would they? She would definitely have to conduct some testing on the matter just to be safe. The Nu-Jakes had been designed with an eye toward breeding and birthing new and better generations of Nu-Jakes as well as creating a better human. She would be re-miss to not admit the Nu-Mags had similar such programming of their own. But what happened if a Nu-Jake and a Nu-Mag chose each other? There was testing to be done. But first she needed to address Dragus
Well, they do say plagiarism is the highest form of flattery, so of course you would assume that's what I was doing... But you speak as if you have so quickly forgotten it was you that provided the test subject for my Nu-Mags. But I suppose such a detail would escape your memory...
She let out a sigh, before pushing through the minor annoyance she felt as Dragus then proposed a wager
And what, dear Dragus, would we be wagering? I know you well enough to know that this will not be some cost free wager. So out with it...
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Post by Dragus on Mar 4, 2024 7:24:59 GMT -8
Black lips peeled apart and twisted into a sinister smirk. What to wager indeed? The Director had many things that the Dark Apothecary desired. He licked his lips and meshed his claws together.Much to the frosty chagrin of his Winter Rose, He-Who-Hungers' had already sampled the soft and supple flesh of the Director after an ill advised amorous exchange one night after the two colleagues had polished off a bottle of over-proof Pzobian bloodwine, leading to the creation of Darth Astera's dark hearted daughter Samantha, known amongst the Sith Eternal as Darth Skankus. Dragus hadn't publicly claimed her as his progeny, but there was no mistaking her abundance of avarice and lusting loins for the offspring of anyone else, not to mention she had her fanged father's forked tongue. While the reptilian had not been entirely repulsed by their encounter, he was not eager to repeat those event given how surprisingly fertile his fellow councilor's frigid womb had proven itself to be. Plus the amount of child support they had secretly settled upon had placed a significant strain on his purse. He'd been forced to take a hefty loan from Garrax, prior to the Fist's untimely demise (RIP), just to cover the expenses of Project Manticore hosted at VonDragenfel Keep. Astera also had access to technology useful to his experiments, but usually he was able to trade for those goods and services with an exchange of resources and labour. However, if something could be gained for free...yes, that would be most beneficial. Dragus still had several more credit installments to make on the bill for the modified darktrooper armour and weapons the Lady of Winter had created for his Sons of Pzob. He doubted she would agree to clearing his debt if he won the wager, so instead he would keep the victors conditions intentionally vague."Nothing untoward, I asssure you. Perhapz a favour, hmmm? A sssingular unconditional act, within reassson of courssse, owed from one to the other. That seemz fair, no? Of courssse it iz. In fact, I'm ssso confident in my Nu-Jakez sssuperiority, I'll let you ssset the conditionz of the match."
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Post by Valefor on Mar 7, 2024 13:44:01 GMT -8
Darth Astera - Project: STARBRIGHT
He always managed to make her skin crawl whenever he smiled and locked his claws in that all too familiar way. The Sinister Saurian was almost always up to something and she was quite regularly on the receiving end of what ever consequences came about. At the very least, most of those consequences were temporary and easy to deal with. But it was the more permanent ones, such as her daughter, that worried her most. Whilst few and far between, she was not going to let herself be drawn into another such debacle. She loved her daughter as any mother would, but she was also the cause of a great many headaches as well.
She watched and studied Dragus, his mind positiviely at work trying to determine just what price he would try extract from her for victory. But his attempt to evade a solid price was quite telling. There would be something he wanted, but he was too cunning or perhaps cowardly to say it outright certain that she would shoot the wager down
The problem is, you have no concept of what is considered reasonable... But I suppose that is all the answer I will get from you, no? In which case, the conditions are this: hand-to-hand combat only, neither of us can intervene in anyway what-so-ever, understood? We should also hold this contest upon neutral ground. A place neither of us holds sway to ensure impartiality... The Grand Arena upon Geonosis perhaps?
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Post by Dragus on Mar 8, 2024 12:02:05 GMT -8
"The Grand Arena on Geonosiz?" Dragus exclaimed in delighted surprise, bringing his palms together in an audible clap as he leaned in closer towards the Director, giving her a closeup of his gleaming fangs and the flies crawling over them that were drawn to the rancid morsels of meat caught between his cuspids. "What an absssolutely sssplendid proposssal, my sssweet sssnow lily. I had no idea you had sssuch a flare for the dramatic. Very well, the grand arena it shall be. With sssuch a sssizeable venue, we really ought to sssell ticketz and fill up thossse seatz with my...er, I mean 'our' of courssse, adoring sycophantz. We can hossst the event in honour of our dearly departed Fissst, perhapz donate all the proceedz to Garrax'z poor widow, who rumour haz it iz currently working at the ssstar-port brothel in cursssed Kala'uun to make endz meet. Terribly tragic..." Dragus closed his right eye and shook his head, attempting to display a touch of sympathy, despite lacking a contrite bone in his body. In fact, it was the Blood Wyrm himself who had seen to it that Garrax's widow was not only spending the remainder of her limited days as an indentured slave in an establishment owned by the Whores Eternal, but it was also by his actions that she had been introduced to a world of vice and was now deeply addicted to ryll spice. Broken in and regularly beaten like an old carpet, the remorseless reptile doubted very much she would last to the end of the calendar year."Az for your conditionz, I find them more than reasssonable. It iz agreed." Raising his right arm, the dastardly drake lord placed his right claw over where his heart should be, while his left slid behind his back and crossed one talon over another. "I shan't intervene, Sith'z honour. May the Sssupreme One be ssstruck down if I dare to deceive." Of course, there were other means to ensuring victory that didn't require direct intervention. The slit serpentine pupil of his bloody right eye spied a glance at his clone specimen in red gammaplast plate. Means that required a bit of alchemical creativity.CLANG! Sparks erupted from the deck as the Dark Apothecary slapped the polished surgical steel floor with his tail spike. "A week from today our two specimenz shall meet in the Grand Arena. Two clonez will enter, but only one shall emerge from thossse sandz with their life ssstill intact. Siss, Siss, Siss."
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Valefor
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Valefor on Mar 16, 2024 2:41:00 GMT -8
Darth Astera - Project: STARBRIGHT
She scrunched up her features in disgust as Dragus leaned in and the putrid fetor washed across her face, invading her nostrils. Thanks to many years spent working alongside a great many other Sith, Astera had managed to fortify her stomach against such abrasive odours. It still stung her every sense, but she was not about to be seen bent over and bringing up her last meal. She forced her features into a scowl as Dragus proposed selling tickets and donating the proceeds to the late Fists widow. Although she was not particularly familiar with the woman's situation now, nor did she really care about it, she knew the Dark Apothecary well enough
You're a slippery snake, but you think yourself more cunning than truly are. The victor will determine where these proceeds end up, lest you try and line your pockets even in defeat you dastardly drake...
Despite his display of earnest acceptance, she would be a fool to believe he would not try anything untoward. So she would also begin making her own preparations to ensure the field was evened once more. While alchemical means were beyond her field of strength, science held its own answers for her. She gave a curt nod to Dragus as she spared a glance toward her Nu-Mag who was still facing off against Dragus' Nu-Jake
Be gone Dragus, I shall handle preparations with the Fabricator-General. For now, I would rather you not drooling all over my equipment and soldiers.
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Dragus
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Dragus on Mar 17, 2024 5:42:03 GMT -8
"Of courssse, my dear." Hissed the crooked crocodilian, bowing his head as his saurian form stepped back and away, his best feigning attempt at humility. He-Who-Hungers' sadistic serpentine synapsis were already firing beneath his scaled saurian scalp by the time he reached the door. This contest promised to be illuminating, perhaps in more ways than one. The last glimpse of the Dark Apothecary was as the door to the lab closed behind him and the Nu-Jake at his side, with Dragus' mismatched eyes focused on the clone's gammaplast armoured form as though he were an amoeba beneath a microscope.
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Valefor
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Valefor on Mar 17, 2024 14:24:04 GMT -8
Darth Astera - Project: STARBRIGHT
Astera sternly watched as the Dark Apothecary left her lab, already silently sending out orders for a contingent of her Nu-Mags to be assigned as security for those yet born. Once she was left alone with her body guard, she got to work checking over the cloning tube that Dragus had been standing near, making sure he had tampered with the equipment. Once that was completed, she would indeed get in contact with Lord Valefor and make the necessary arrangements for the tournament ahead, undoubtedly much to his chagrin
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