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Post by Xander Savage on Dec 10, 2017 9:19:14 GMT -8
Two Gladiator-Class Star Destroyers exited out of hyperspace above the world of Bakura, Eternal Scion and Abiding Law. Sporting the colors of the recently revived Eternal Empire, the two Star Destroyers moved closer to the planet in preparation to launch and invasion force at the behest of both Emperor Savage and High Justice Valance, the latter of whom would be joining the operation soon enough...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2017 22:59:36 GMT -8
Three Harrower-class Dreadnoughts, Three Terminus-class Destroyers, Three Valor-class Cruisers, and Eight Hammerhead-class Cruisers exited hyperspace above Bakura. Each and every one of them had been vessels serving in the era of the Old Republic, but had since been repaired, refitted, and rebranded with Eternal Empire imagery. High Justice Valance stood aboard the bridge of the lead Harrower-class Dreadnought known as the Hammer of Justice. He was decked out in his custom armour, whilst brandishing a standard issue Knight of Zakuul shield and lightsaber spear. Sabrina stood just to his right hand, dressed in her Scion gear.
The fleet formed up in an attack formation, while the crews started diverting power to the shields and weapon systems. Scanner crews started to gather data on the planets defensive measures, while starfighter squadrons were starting to deploy. Valance approached the comms array aboard the bridge of the Hammer, at which point, the tech opened a line to the Bakuran Defence Force "Bakuran Defence Force, this is High Justice Valance, of the reborn Eternal Empire. Stand down your forces and surrender to me... If you do this, no unnecessary blood will be spilled this day. Only those that deserve Justice, shall receive it. Surrender, and Bakura will become apart of the Eternal Empire and receive its protection... Resist, and I will have no choice but to use force..."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2018 11:50:33 GMT -8
Valance had waited. Sitting patiently aboard the Hammer of Justice as he watched Bakura slowly turn in orbit below. When no response came from the defending force offering peace, Valance rose from his command chair. Moving to the front of the bridge so that he could have an unobstructed view of the battle that was about to begin “Begin the invasion... those that surrender without a fight are to be detained and released once the battle is over. Any that fight until they are outnumbered, and then surrender, shall be captured and tried for their crimes. Kill the soldiers and leave the civilians alone where possible...”There was a series of affirmative responses, before the orders were relayed through the fleet. The ships moving in unison to combat the handful of picket cruisers that served as the Bakuran Defence Force. Drop ships were already being deployed down towards the surface, with starfighter escorts providing them cover. The invasion had officially begun. And Valance had no intention of missing any of it as he headed off the bridge to a hangar bay nearby, where he loaded into a drop ship and headed for the surface
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2018 16:57:33 GMT -8
The Zakuulan drop ship made its way up into orbit. Valance gazed out of the viewport at the assembled fleet as the transports moved back and forth. Ferrying troops to and from the planet. Once the occupation was solidified, ships from Zakuul would arrive to reinforce the world. Providing it a government loyal to the Throne, and a defence force capable of enforcing the law.
It was a glorious sight, and one that Valance hoped to see happen across the entire galaxy one day. The Galaxy would once more bow to the Throne, and the divisions cause by the Jedi and Sith would be wiped out.
Soon the void of space was replaced by the hangar bay of the Hammer of Justice, as the drop ship docked with the flagship of the fleet. As he disembarked from the ship, several Knights of Zakuul boarded the shuttle and headed down to the surface. The Hangar Bay was a hive of activity, but Valance navigated it all with ease. Passing by groups as they came back from the surface for rest or medical aide, while replacements headed down to join the fight. At the exit, Sabrina stood waiting for him, a knowing look upon her face as he approached "You found it?" "And bested it...“ He produced the GEMINI droids head and held it toward Sabrina. She studied the object with interest. Though she had seen it in her vision, he suspected looking at the real deal was a whole other experience for her “I intend to find out why...” Sabrina raised her gaze to meet his in that moment. He already knew the answer she was going to give him ”It was the will...” “...of fate. I’m afraid that’s not enough of an answer for me. Something was not right about this unit. Let alone the fact it was found in a store room on Bakura... It may have tried to kill me. But it will serve me in death.” He tucked the head back beneath his arm as he headed deeper into the ship towards his personal quarters where he could begin analysing the data stored within the memory core of the GEMINI droid
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Post by Xander Savage on Aug 13, 2018 13:44:01 GMT -8
The Eternal Scion and Abiding Law, both Gladiator-Class Star Destroyers, hung in high orbit over the planet of Bakura. Despite the apparent victory, the two ships were acting as eyes for the Emperor. More specifically, the sensors and instruments of both ships were acting as the eyes and ears of the Warden, Xander's A.I still located on Zakuul. Gathering telemetry data on how the opposition worked against them, how Valance's tactics worked against the opposition, Warden could compile the data and build new training programs for pilots and officers alike. Hanging above the planet, still gathering data, the ships remained...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2018 9:21:25 GMT -8
Valance arrived to his quarters a few moments later and started hooking up the GEMINI droids head to his personal holotable computer. He removed several panels on the head, before running cables from the terminal into matching ports within the memory core. He then powered up the system, giving it a few minutes to interface with the GEMINI before it started loading up an interface to display the data. Alerts were already starting to populate the interface as corrupted sections of code were hit. Valance dismissed them and told the system to display anything it could recover, but to keep processing.
When at last it was finished processing, the system brought up a report on the damaged data. Everything from battle logs, to memories, and entire sections of code were corrupted beyond full recovery. Any hope of getting a decent understanding of why the GEMINI was where it was and why it had retained its individuality was gone. Valance sighed resignedly as he leaned against the table. Sabrina stood off to the side, looking at the holoprojection of what could be recovered "I was hoping for more..." "What would that have achieved? Did you expect to find the Eternal Fleet before Xander?" "Maybe... It certainly wouldn't have hurt to have that advantage over him..." Valance looked at the projection. Studying it for a moment "Even if we do not win today, we will win one day. Have faith... Besides, all is not lost here. I'm pretty sure you can salvage something of this..." He studied the code for a moment, pulling up snippets here and there. He then ran an analyzer to see how much of the AI still remained intact and what needed to be re-coded "If enough of it survived... I might be able to turn it into something new..."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2018 13:37:03 GMT -8
As Valance sorted through the data, finding nothing of use to him, something began to happen within. Already did Valance have the idea to create something from the remaining code, but deep inside, the process had already begun.
Deep within the neural network of code, through the fractured form that gave the GEMINI life and sentience, a piece of the code that gave the droid its individuality remained. In this network, it appeared a cloud of dull white, looking to fade into nothingness. It carried no life, nothing to resemble the slightest activity since the droid's destruction and everything that made up the consciousness returned to join with the other GEMINI except for a few shards of code and data. Suddenly, like a heartbeat suddenly finding life once again, the mess of white seemed to flicker, slowly glowing a bit brighter. It held no consciousness within itself, but acted as if on instinct, reaching out bit by bit ever so slowly to the scattered and surviving code, seeking to pull itself back together and function once more.
Without a deep dive into the code, finding the source of the slight changes might have gone unnoticed, yet it might have been possible, despite how slight, that Valance and Sabrina would notice something happening with the bits and pieces displayed on the holoprojector.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2018 9:12:32 GMT -8
Valance stood staring at the code for a moment, waiting for the analyzer to complete. He could already tell there would never be a direct replication of the GEMINI AI system, but he would certainly make something better. He turned to Sabrina then, knowing this was going to take some time to complete and work on "I want you to oversee the rest of the occupation. One of us needs to remain visible, so that too many questions are not asked." "Of course. If I need you, I know where to find you..." He gave her a nod as she turned and took her leave. Turning back to the display, Valance expanded the display some more, the holoprojection growing further out. Lines of code here and there would help, but there needed to be something for him to start with. A base from which to build upon. He closed his eyes and took a moment to calm himself. He could feel a small urge to reach out with the Force, and find his answer in a matter of moments.
But he quickly quashed that feeling. The Force was not a tool to pick up and use in every situation to make one's life easy. It was something to train in its use over a life time, and use wisely. He was not about to give up his vow's even for this AI.
He opened his eyes then, and noticed the analyzer was completed. As expected, the readout was not promising. He was going to have to rewrite a lot more code than he would have liked to. But it was going to be far less than if he started anew. The building blocks existed, he just had to put them all together in the right combination and fill in the blocks that were missing.
He closed the analyzer and started scrolling through the data, checking for anything unusual. It was not going to be an immediate reward, but he pushed on with the work he was doing. Grabbing on to items here and there, inspecting them for a moment. Deciding if they would be useful later on or not, before moving on to the next piece.
Several hours passed, before at last he came across something strange. A lone piece of code intelligence so small that it was hardly noticeable at all. He watched it, observing it for a few minutes. Watching what was going on...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2018 23:40:05 GMT -8
As the hours passed by during Valance's search, the white mist continued to grow in size and brightness as it pulled all the fragmented code and data together. Hours more passed even after the man discovered the unusual code. From his perspective, it would appear as pieces of code slowly being drawn in and absorbed, causing a small change in the dominating fragment.
Eventually, nothing more was absorbed as all the basic pieces it required to once again hold a semblence of an existence had joined together. Right before the Knight's eyes, a single statement appeared on the projection.
AWAITING ORDERS
With its existence now in place, it sought purpose as it carried no program or code to grant such a thing. From here, it was left to Valance to begin forming the next steps.
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Post by Nem Yin on Nov 3, 2021 10:33:49 GMT -8
Transitioning from the blighted corridors of darkspace, the yorik-vec 'Oozing Pustule' rapidly decelerated from lightspeed travel, slipping into the system like an amphistaff through soft tissue. The organic transport wasn't equipped with mechanical technology capable of transmitting a transponder code to the planet, though it wouldn't have chosen to do so regardless. Dovin basal propulsion slowly put the craft on a descent course into Bakura's orbit and then down through the upper atmosphere, mimicking a shooting star that was such a common occurrence this far out from known space. Within minutes it vanished beneath the cloud line.
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Post by Dragus on Apr 18, 2023 5:25:06 GMT -8
Light speed particle exchanges looked like crackling forks of lightning in the hellish unreality around the Imperial II-class Star Destroyer, Covenant of Blood, as a horrid amalgamation of alchemy and dark science pulled the dreadnought the last stretch of the way to Bakura. An undead purrgil king, restored by the Dark Apothecary's special blend murakami orchid milkshake that had a way of reanimating decayed tissue, pulled on a barbed Sith iron collar that had been welded shut around its colossal neck. Writhe with mutation after having its blood replaced with the mad alchemist's secret elixir, the undead mutant fish snapped taut the chains connecting it to the prow of the warship. A hole in the simu-tunnel appeared in front of them, widening to reveal the star speckled tapestry of space. Seeing the end in sight, all thirteen of the behemoth's tentacles vented the last of the Clozium-36 stored in their cells, causing the entire dreadship and all aboard to stumble as the vessel received a hard jerk as it entered real space. Feral mynocks and starweirds scattered from the fire blackened hull covered in impervium spikes, shattering frozen corpses crucified upon those lengths in their reckless desire to be free on the alternate dimension through space.Warning klaxons rang overhead as red strobe lights shone across each and every deck, well, those that had lights. As the swarm of animate silicon based creatures parted before the bridge window, Bakura's powerful defense fleet came into view, far closer than the Scaled Scourge would have liked. Barring their path to the planet ahead were two Bakura-class destroyers, each just over half the length of the Covenant itself, along with three Namana-class light cruisers which in turn were about half the length of the two destroyers. The void between the Covenant and the defense fleet quickly erupted with shrieking exchanges of turbolaser fire, setting the vacuum ablaze with crimson lances of coherent death. The deck under Dragus' foot talons shook as turbolaser fire began to rake across the surface of the Covenant's already rising shields. The Bloodwyrm turned and several of the bridge crew flinched as three T-65 X-wings zipped past the viewport, looking briefly like they were going to crash into it, before thrusting away and leaving lingering contrails in front of their vision.This wasn't good. Potential manageable, but certainly not good. Obviously they were outnumbered, though it wasn't as terrible as it seemed at first inspection. The Covenant had powerful shields and could weather the storm from the enemy destroyers lighter turbolasers and ion cannons for a while. More so, its octuple barbette turbolasers, of which it had ten, were more than capable of withering down the shields of both destroyers. In his calculation it would only take three direct volleys on the shields from five octuples, which were positioned along the port and starboard sides of its wedge shaped body, to completely overwhelm the enemy shields. The heavy turbolaser batteries would do the rest. The Namanas were even easier prey, but again, they did have the numbers and could easily out position the Covenant if its new overlord wasn't careful. If it were up to the Hungering One, he would have launched two squadrons of TIE Interceptors to deal with the enemy X-wing starfighters that were harrying their dreadnought, then had the TIE Avenger and TIE Defenders pick apart a Namana each. That would still leave the TIE Bombers free to begin an attack run on the surface. They were armed with seismic charges, rarely intended for use in atmosphere, and the results would be catastrophic on the civilian population. The last time Dragus had applied such a strategy was when the Order of the Eye had launched its invasion of Corellia.Turbolaser fire from the Bakurans struck the chain holding the undead purrgil king in place, rapidly superheating the metal, which in turn flash froze in the void before shattering as its structural integrity was compromised. Free of its burden, the snarling savage chimeric space whale hurtled away from the Covenant in a burst of speed, opening its widening jaws as it descended upon one of the three Namanas and clamped its mineral encrusted razor sharp teeth down on the hull, crumpling it at first before tearing into the armoured plating as its shields caved beneath the pressure. Well, unexpected as that boon was, it took care of one of the ships. The monstrous mutant purrgil seemed set upon turning the cruiser into a snack, a red froth spilling from the corners of its mouth as it began mulching up the human crew. The starwierds shackled to the hull also pulled on their chains, though they were unable to extricate themselves. As they screamed a sinister darkside projected song, the X-wing pilots strafing the hull were afflicted with terrifying visions conjured from their worst nightmares. Squadron formations broke up and some of the snubfighters even veered into one another, exploding and scattered flaming debris across the hull.However, how they pursued their attack of the system and its defenders was not his decision. As he sat upon the deck with the Sand Child on his shoulders treating him like some unceremonious beast of burden, he couldn't help but notice she appeared less than her usual self. Oh yes, he was well aware she wasn't, but suffice it to say he half expected his sinister psychic spawn to take better care of the tiny tusken's body. He could see the skin irritation around her neck, the black lines of corruption spiralling away from the rakatan device implanted in her throat. In his much learned opinion, it was rejecting her body, slowly poisoning her until her organs began to fail and her flesh peeled and blistered. His finger talons thrummed along the satchel he wore over his shoulder and under his man-hide cloak, tapping a glass vial that might had slowed the festering decay that was taking ahold of his precious plum. As it just so happened, he was quite skilled at convincing cells to accept foreign bodies, a necessary component of much of his mutant making. He had a potion that could help in this instance, or at the very least slow her body's rejection, but...what would that teach the egotistical expression of himself that was currently coiled inside of Kr'Naan's pathetic body? Everything was a lesson, this being no exception to that rule."Take down thossse Bakura destroyerz shieldz, Wart, and you could leave them open to boarding. We have ten Gamma-classs Asssault Shuttlez to ferry Inquisssitorium Darktrooperz from the Black Legion and Ssspace Trooperz from the Eternal Corpz to take both of thossse shipz." He offered a suggestion. It wasn't what he would have done, the Covenant required no escort or support, but perhaps the notion would appeal to the puny piratical princess of the dunes. The more they spread themselves out, the more there would be to distract the attention of his possessed prodigy, the better opportunity for him to perform a few actions outside her awareness. "If Krell were to lead a boarding action, they would fall in short order. No question about it."From one dark corner of the dimly lit bridge, the nightmare knight Krell emerged from his charging station at the mention of his name. A towering figure of spiked sith iron war plate with the crystal ostrine greatsword Morkai sheathed over his tattered cape of flayed manflesh, the Sith Elite Warbot was an unquestioningly frightful figure. Reaching up, the automaton removed the grilled helm from its head to reveal the yellowing bone of its original skull. A former tomb guard of Freedon Nadd, his service in life had earned Krell the right to have his bones interred in a warbot so that he might serve the former Sith King of Onderon even in death, until Dragus had come along and plucked him from duties. Photo-receptors set into each of its skull sockets shone a hateful red as it approached Kr'Naan and dropped to a knee in front of her, banging its barbed forearm guards against its chest plate. A foul smoke rose up from its neck seal, filling the air with the scent of blood boiling over a cauldrons lip. As the possessed Sand Child became more in tune with the malevolent amulet over her heart, perhaps she might have felt something of the malign spirit trapped within Krell's mechanical shell. In a sense, they were two kindred spirits. Each bound to a body not of their choosing, each full of dark desires.Dragus scowled at Krell's displayed obedience, feeling a fleeting flash of anger as his former general bent the knee to the insufferable cypher in its borrowed tusken vessel. He chafed under the presence seated on his shoulder, his primal urges wanting nothing more than to reach up and rip her half in one fluid tear. Instead, bound by the rakatan device, he remained this emerging Hakusar's faithful steed. He patiently waited to see what action she would take next, as the Covenant's shields continued to tick down with each passing moment.
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Apr 18, 2023 12:12:20 GMT -8
"Do not call me by that name!" The cypher snarled, striking Dragus across the face with the back of its hand and interrupting Dragus before he could complete his suggestion. Rising to stand on the seat of the command chair. The face of the possessed Tusken was contorted in a disgusted and enraged expression never before seen on it, far more severe than any previous. "Your name for me is Master! Do not forget it!" The Covenant of Blood rocked as it took more fire from the defending ships and Kr'Naan grabbed onto the back of the chair to steady herself. Turning to the crew she snapped at them as they tried to seem invisible. If this Famine was anything like the previous, being too noticed made you more likely to be eaten, or worse. "Must I tell you to do everything? Can you not think for yourselves! Will you stop breathing if I don't remind you of that, as well!? LAUNCH OUR FIGHTERS!" Roared the tiny Tusken terror, snapping the crew into action. "Use them to intercept their fighters and run interference on their larger ships! Focus a majority of our fire on the larger ships! Let them see their allies fall one by one." Slowly calming down, the cypher sat back down in the command chair, the black Tusken eyes turned back to glare at Dragus. "I want them all destroyed to clear the way for our bombers to annihilate the surface." The Covenant of Blood launched squadrons of its TIE Interceptors, Avengers and Defenders; the Bombers staying behind for now until given the green light to descend in atmosphere and begin their own rampage. It was a basic tactic, but one that the cypher had read up on down in the banquet hall. A relatively detailed record of all of Dragus's exploits were kept for posterity, or rather to gloat and Drag-wash for his own benefit. The turbulence caused by the incoming fire on the Covenant of Blood began to lessen as the Bakuran defense ships found themselves having to deal with the TIE fighters and were forced to reprioritize their targets."You!" The cypher gestured off to the side of bridge. Krell to step out of the shadow and approach the command throne, taking a knee before his new master with his gaze looking down. The cypher rubbed its chin in thought. "You shall lead the first landing party and coordinate any additional forces on the surface sent later. Pick who or what you want to go and take the shuttles after the bombers soften the population." Kr'Naan lifted her hand up, gesturing for Krell to look upon her face. "You are to round up as many survivors as you can find and hold them for my arrival. They are an important piece of my plan. Prove yourself and do not disappoint me." The cypher lifted its face to look back out the viewports at the planet below. Its mouth was practically salivating at the destruction, and at the thought of what was to come. "If you are successful you may name a reward...and I shall consider it. After all...doing as one is told should be rewarded." The cypher lip curled as it gave a death glare to Dragus from the corner of their eye. Krell saluted with a fist to their armored chest before rising and heading out to fulfill the orders of the new Lord of Famine. Kr'Naan hopped off the command throne and walked towards the viewport to view the first of the enemy Bakura-class destroyers fall, watching intently in extreme satisfaction. With a brilliant pop of light the last of the ship's shields failed under the volleys of turbolaser fire from the Covenant of Blood's batteries, moments before the hull was cut through like paper. Explosively vented atmosphere flung with it not only air but debris and crew from the enemy ship into the cold expanse of space; a near instant death. Soon the Covenant would target and fire upon the other destroyer. Despite the rough beginnings, it looked like this battle would soon turn in their favor. With the TIE fights distracting the majority of the enemy starfighters and most of the fire from smaller light cruisers, it was only a matter of time. Kr'Naan pressed a small brown hand against the viewport glass, closing her eyes and tilting her head back as she ran her fingers down the barrier between the bridge and the void of space. The cypher could not feel the loss of each life as it was extinguished through the Force, but it got immense pleasure from the idea of the death and despair it was and would inflict.The cypher, riled up with glee, turned back around and with a literal skip in its step stopped before Dragus. The almost perpetual scowl that persisted when the entity addressed Dragus smoothed, to an almost loving facial expression. "You will gather what you need for a life transference ritual on the surface. We are going to drain the life essence of those that Krell captures to buy me more time." Kr'Naan lifted her hand up and gently ran her fingers across the saurian Sith's cheek below his new Rakatan eye. "We will sacrifice as many as it takes for as long as it takes until I can find a way to undo the Rakatan crystal's effects AND take your body." The cypher's expression twisted as it gripped tightly onto the jowl of Dragus and shook his head before pulling his face in close, the crystal eye of Dragus almost touching the Tusken's face they were so close. "All that you are. All that you were. All that you will be or ever could have been will be mine. And under my rule shall be made more." The Tusken tyrant threw Dragus's head to the floor before turning back to the viewports with arms open wide and a face filled with glee as the second of the Bakura-class destroyers met the same fate as the former, crumbling to pieces under the barrage of the Covenant's turbolaser batteries. 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Post by Dragus on Apr 18, 2023 13:29:34 GMT -8
Life transference? Manipulating the stuff of souls was something the diabolical draconian was quite well versed in. His current body for instance, was not the original he had been born into, but rather a clone of a clone that he had later transferred into with the help of a certain Fascist Fallanassi and dogmatic Inquisitor Lord. At the time it had required the use of a Force Nexus buried deep beneath the surface of the backwater world of Tyna. In that instance the procedure had been somewhat simple in that the host body was empty of a spirit, making for easy habitation. Inhabiting a body with a soul already inside of it was a whole different ball game. It always came down to a clash of wills, with the stronger spirit assuming control and the other being damned to chaos. At least that was his understanding. He'd never actually attempted to transfer into an occupied body before. Frankly it was staggering to accept that this pale reflection of Dragus thought it could defeat him in a contest of wills. Strong and spiteful though it might seem, there was no comparing to the breadth of experience that the saurian Sith had under his belt, the lengths he had gone to reach such incredible heights."My dearessst apologiez, Wa...Massster. Mmm, yez, haz a nice ring to it actually." He raised a talon from the filthy floor and used it to scrape at his chin until the scales began to flake away. "Hmmmm." He further mused. "I sssuppose in the absssence of a true nexuz, an exchange of soulz could be utilized az a sssubstitute fuel for a life transssference ssspell. Of courssse, you know best." He nodded matter-of-factly. "So very wissse..."Perhaps the entity believed the rakatan enslavement device would be enough for it to compel itself all the way into Dragus' hollowed out body. It wouldn't be enough, he was certain. While the device had complete control of his body, his incredibly devious mind and unconquerable will were another matter. After all, even after publicly elevating the possessed child, in his black heart Dragus was still a Lord of the Eye. They don't bow, not ever. Bacca and Mortale, not the bears in the room but rather the two brothers of Famine's that they reflected, would never let him live such a thing down. He could accept his temporary enslavement, after all they were all enslaved to some extent to the Almighty Eye, but he'd rather take out his remaining eye with a burning brand that be subject to their mockery. All that in mind there was still a danger even if he thought his psychic doppelganger's plan was flawed. With all those spirits being plucked from their bodies, well, it was possible his own might end up in the wrong body. There was no worse fate that he could think of then being stuck in the body of a tiny tusken child. Come to think of it, no wonder his demonic spawn was so eager to escape.Dragus straightened as he stood, clasping his claws behind his back as he stood behind Wart. His tail spike swayed back and forth in perfect rhythm, the sinister serrated tip almost hypnotic in its movements, glistening wet with poison. If only he could make his body drag its edge across her throat, this would all be over in minutes. Until that became a possibility, he needed to buy himself more time. His snout dipped and his body seemed to assume the opposite sway of his tail, going left as the elongated appendage went right. His toe talons flexed, pricking the deck with little metallic shrieks as those obsidian hooks drew sparks with every step."Might I inquire, Massster, would it not be a better ussse of my talentz creating for you a new body, perhapz one more sssuited to your resssplendent ssspirit?" He focused on some insignificant speck on his shoulder, brushing it away with a sweep of his claw. "I have sssome experience in sssuch thingz; one might even call me sssomething of an expert on the sssubject. Not that thiz body of mine isssn't wonderful, of course you mussst have what you wish, but I am certain we could find you a far more sssuitable model." The amethyst gem set in his left eye socket flared at the suggestion. Though it bound his body to her will, its secrets were already whispering in his mind, offering him far more while all it seemed to do to Kr'Naan's slowly deteriorating frame was eat away at all that she was. Enslaved perhaps, at least his body still seemed relatively unaffected, for now anyways.By this point and time Krell had entered the hangar, following the new miniature model of Famine Lord's instructions to the letter. The mechanical ghost cared not for offered reward. Krell served. That was reward enough. The spirit shrouded automaton drew the towering length of crystalized ostrine from its drexl scale scabbard on its back, holding the frost rimed edge high in the air for all to see. An echo of pneumatic whining sounded from the adjoining corridors as black armoured dark troopers wielding Sith alchemized axes and mauls followed after him, boarding assault shuttles bound for the surface. Ramshackle LAATs lifted off the deck, blowing dirty air that reeked of rat urine around the bay before dropping into the yawning opening at the centre, emerging from the Covenant's fanged maw before shrieking towards the surface. All fighters, save for the two complete squadrons of TIE Bombers still being loaded with ordnance, had already launched. The nightmare knight secured itself in one of the exterior compartments of a gamma shuttle and roared a binaric curse, causing all the mutant dregs and fiends to shriek in turn, filling the hangar with a villainous choir."For Famine!" Its vocabulator snarled, releasing acrid steam up from its neck seal at its circuits vented excess heat. "For the Eye!" The Covenant rocked as it continued to exchange fire with Bakura's defenders, reaping a terrible tally of ships as its guns continued to hiss crimson lances across the stretch of void. As the Black Legion and Eternal Corps headed for the surface, they were followed by the vermintide hot on their heels. A few drop pods containing the feral barabel offspring of Dragus fired from the bow section, streaking like cursed comets into Bakura's atmosphere.
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Apr 19, 2023 12:34:14 GMT -8
The sadistic cypher turned its nose up at Dragus and let out a scoffing chuckle. A twinkle in those dark orbs of what it knew that Dragus did not. "Why would we need to find a nexus when we can just create our own?" The Tusken terror gave a toothy grin. "As I said: As many sacrifices as it takes, for as long as it takes." The cypher could feel the doubt through their shared connection of Dragus's opinion of its future plans for his body. His pride and self-assuredness in his indomitable will were nearly as strong as the anger that burned their way through the link of their minds and wills created by the Rakatan devices in each of them before. A sly, mischievous smile came to the Tusken's lips as she turned back to Dragus and slowly approached him once more."You doubt me, don't you? I can feel it through the crystal." The Tusken tip-toed with her bare feet around Dragus, even doing a little theatrical spin. "Despite being my creator, you've still yet to realize what it is you have created." Stopping in front of Dragus after completing a lap around the scaled slave, the unpleasant uli-ah completed it with another flourishing twirl, a hubristic grin settling on her face. "I am pure. Created with the purpose to consume everything that I come across; to dissect it, understand it...and use it." Kr'Naan's right eyebrow lifted and lip curled as the cypher looked upon Dragus as its inferior. "You are tainted and slowed by other urges, instincts and....behaviors. You have all the power of a god in comparison to this child....." Kr'Naan lifted an open hand palm up so Dragus could see. "....And yet you squander it, instead of using it to bend the Galaxy to your will!" The cypher tightened its open hand into a tight fist, the look of madness growing in its black eyes once more. Everything shall be mine! All of your knowledge. All of your potential. Your future. The future of all those on this planet. The future of the entire galaxy! I will take it all!" Lowering the tightened fist in a grimace which turned into a sneer the faux Famine put a hand on Dragus's shoulder, leaning close and whispering threateningly into his ear. The Tusken walked her fingers along Dragus's scaly hide to taunt him. "We shall see which is more powerful. Your imperfect will, or my singular hunger. You will see, before I consume all that you are and take it for myself." The unscrupulous uli-ah let out an almost disappointed sigh, nodding with a mocking sad look. "I shall miss these times we had together, father. But I am sure you would be proud of me." The cypher let out a deep belly laugh, though it soon turned to a racking and rough cough causing the obscene overlord to double over momentarily. Covering its mouth and drawing back to look upon the sleeve of the scaled cloak it wore was bright red specks of blood. Not bad enough to be concerned about medically, but enough to show that the condition of Kr'Naan's body was worsening exponentially. The cypher face showed the intense anger it felt as its eye and lip twitched. It snorted and hocked up a nice glob of blood mixed with spit onto the floor. It knew it was running out of time, that it did not have as long as it would take. But it would have to do.Climbing to sit upon the command throne once more, the cypher could sit back and watch as the last of the Bakuran defenders fell. "When the bombing has finished and Krell reports back, take us down so I may greet my new subjects and give them their...orientation." Without turning to Dragus the cypher spoke to him. "When we are preparing for the ritual you will do everything you can to keep this body from failing and me in control. Now go and fetch what you need from your labs. We will meet in the hangar when we have descended." Kr'Naan stared intently at the explosions visible on the surface as the bombers swept through the cities. "I want to enjoy the lightshow." |
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Post by Dragus on Apr 20, 2023 12:55:13 GMT -8
Believe it or not, he was proud of the scheming astral serpent that had slithered its way into Kr'Naan's body. Obviously its plan to supplant whatever black stain served in place of his spirit was going to be problematic for the Blood Wyrm, but its megalomania and the viscous way it pursued its malign agenda was the sort of villainy he could really respect. As something of a mentor to the Sith Eternal's growing roster of darkside wielding malcontents, he wished half his pupils showed as much gumption and gusto as his accidentally spawned psychic offspring. He even got a bit misty eyed when the creature called him Papa. Alright, so technically it had said 'father', but the heart hears what it wants. His scaled brow narrowed as he watched Kr'Naan fold over at the waist and cough up a few specks of delightfully copper scented crimson. He licked his salivating lips as the demonic dune princess spat a bloody wad of phlegm on the floor. Of course, if Wart's body kept deteriorating as it appeared to be, neither his puny prodigy or the soul serpent inside of her would be around much longer to continue his legacy of evil. As long as he was patient, this problem would take care of itself.Except, something about that didn't entirely sit so well with him. Don't mistake his own lack of viciousness for anything resembling care or compassion. After all, Kr'Naan left a lot to be desired in an assistant when compared to the likes of Squeakers, or her predecessor Belisarius. But he had also grown somewhat used to her companionship, viewing his precious black melon as an integral member of the flock, even if she was too young to rut around with them. There was also the fact that she belonged to him, body and soul. He had purchased her fair and square from a flesh market in one dingy corner of Nar Shaddaa. True, no credits had been exchanged, but prior to eating the slave auctioneer he had gotten a bill of sale signed in the fat auctioneer's blood before it had all sluiced out onto the floor. He still had the receipt somewhere. He patted his man-hide cloak pockets. Hmmm, must be in his other coat. Regardless, the fact remained that the child belonged to him and he was reluctant to give her up. None of the other flock members were half as skilled at removing the grout from between his toe talons.With the new Lord of Famine's order given, Dragus was compelled to leave the bridge, riding the turbolift down to the lower decks of the Covenant. The rumbling had stopped in the last few minutes, suggesting the battle in orbit had already been won, the Covenant being the unquestioned victor in that confrontation. When the lift doors parted, the saurian Sith stepped out into an unlit hall, occupied by the enslaved mutant dregs serving for crew aboard the dreadnought. Releasing some of the frustration he'd been bottling up into his aura, the air around the black scaled barabel grew bereft of warmth despite the humid nature of the lower decks, as his hungering aura expanded. Diseased creatures with scale for skin and hook toothed tentacles protruding from mutant flesh began to wilt away into the shadows as the Leach Lord began to project his affliction, wrapping invisible tendrils around those nearest like some sort of insidious sarlacc with an appetite for ethereal soup. Buzzing flies manifested by the darkside spilled from the leathery folds of his cloak, swarming across the hall to consume whatever they could catch. Mutants scattered as the deranged draconian began to stalk down the corridor, heading towards the password sealed door of his laboratory.By the time the door hissed open, a half dozen desiccated husks were all that remained of the ghouls unable to get clear of his path. His overlong tail curled behind him, striking the door mechanism with the flat side of his tail spike, shutting the hatch behind him. He drew in a deep breath of fragrant narcotic spice that fell in long swirling coils from smoking braziers that hung from the ceiling. The combination of drugs and pilfered essence reinvigorated him after all he had long suffered as of late. The dark apparition of shadow known as Smokey floated over from one corner of the lab, circling He-Who-Hungers as a satellite might orbit a planet. He stripped out of his coat and placed it on a hook attached to the wall, retrieving in its place a billowing robe of black rishii feathers that had been painstakingly plucked from his altered legions of Storm Crows. He also removed what appeared to be the top half of a rishii skull, which he placed on the crown of his head like a cap, with the razor edged beak tip curling downwards over the end of his snout. The amethyst gem of his cybernetic eye seemed more pronounced as it protruded through the socket of yellowing bone. Garbed in fresh threads, the Dark Apothecary began to examine the shelves of supplies that occupied a large portion of the room, grabbing several vials and potion bottles with cork stoppers. He stuffed these into the satchel bag that looped over his shoulder to rest against his left side. Nothing too diabolical: worrt venom for spice, concentrated essence of ewok for vitality, darkside infused glitterstim for fun, salves and ointments for all manner of ailment, a ceremonial wintrium dagger with a serrated edge, dried Pzobian bloodberries, a few strips of bantha jerky, a half chewed bone, an odd cream that smelled strongly of ranat urine, etc. If it was strange or exotic it went into the bag. He even packed away a few of his tomes in case he needed to cross-reference the works of other Sith scholars while out in the field. Finally, he went over to a rack holding a long staff that appeared to have been forged from a hollow shaft of Sith-iron, etched with inscriptions written in ancient Pzobian black-script. The butt end of the staff ended in a sharpened leaf bladed spear tip that punctured the deck every time it made contact with it. The head of the staff ended in a hooded serpents fanged maw, which gripped a perfectly spherical orb of meltmassif between electrum teeth. The sphere glowed a malefic red, crackling with infrequent discharges of sorcerous power, seeming to contain an inner flame split by a singular slash of a black iris down the centre.The staff was an excellent transmitter of telepathic intention, attuned to the same frequency as the palantír, which in turned shared a very special connection to the Eye. He was uncertain why, but his gut instinct told him he would need the arcane device for whatever foul works he was to perform on Bakura's surface.Dressed like some sort of demonic reptilian crow, the former Famine Lord reemerged from his lab, causing mutants to flee further into the dark depths of the hall rather than be subjected to the eerie red glow projected by the staff held in his right claw. He returned to the lift and rode it to the hangar where the monstrous winged repto-avian known as Spite was being readied by Lil'Havok and Squeakers. The blind bear with its milk white cataract encrusted eyes appeared to just be finishing tightening the latches on the altered drexl's large leather saddle. As the Covenant was now parked in Bakura's upper atmosphere, they wouldn't require the Grimblade or an atmospherically sealed craft to make their planetfall. Spite's menacing mutant form would be more than enough to carry all of them, even if Kr'Cypher'Kar wanted to bring a few things in addition to its fellow flock-mates. As Dragus approached the purple scaled beast, the wide snouted head attached to its long neck swiveled towards him, fixing the drake lord with its two abyss-like black eyes, pitiless and cold as a killers. Its snout curled at the corners and its bared it arm length fangs at the Dark Apothecary.In reply, the demonic draconian's face contorted into a mask of rage. Dragus raised the serpent staff held in his right claw until the red glare of its arcane core shone in the drexl's face, the meltmassifs transmitter like quality assisting the saurian Sith in conquering the repto-avian's primitive mind. Spite recoiled slightly, still growling at Dragus, though it no longer appeared ready to strike. Even his precious mount betrayed him in the face of the Cypher's hostile take over. He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't witnessed it himself. Rage was replaced by a disappointed scowl. He rested both his claws on the staff while waiting for the new dread mistress of the ship. Squeakers hurry-scurried over to his side and sat on its haunches, twisting its scabbed verminous snout up at the alchemist, whiskers twitching. It squeaked something in rapidly spoken and near-impossible to decipher rat speech. The Feaster of Worlds snorted, hacking a wad of his own onto the deck as they waited."Patience, Squeakerz." His lips curled into a knowing sneer. "I have a plan."
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Apr 21, 2023 7:14:54 GMT -8
Kr'Naan watched with great glee as the blast waves of the seismic charges detonating on the surface made the Covenant of Blood rumble even at this distance in the upper atmosphere. It was very relaxing, especially as the command throne did not seem to have a massage function. No, wait, there it was. The diminutive despot let out a rare sigh of pleasure as the vibration of the chair went up and down its spine, reclining the back of the chair and closing its eyes as it turned on the direct communication lines to the troops on the ground. A chorus of screams, squelching, screeching, scraping and the sounds of slaughtering from the surface blared through the speakers of the bridge.Jerec approached the repugnant razer as she sat with an almost content smile upon her face. Standing with a large black bruise on his chin that spread up across half his face, a gift from the real Kr'Naan. Clearing his throat not once, but three times to get the attention of the pint-sized potentate, finally the black eyes opened to stare at the Dark Jedi with a frown. "My Lord....Famine.....we may have intercepted a distress signal from the surface. We can't know for sure until the decryption is done, but I can confirm it did not originate from any of your forces. I have no way of knowing if any of it got out or what was in it until we break the encryption from what we did manage to get." The frown persisted but the cypher did not say a word, simply holding out a small hand to Jerec. Confused for a moment, Jerec then made the connection and grabbed a datapad, transferring the encoded message to it and handing it over to the faux Famine who immediately began picking away at the security measure. It would take time, that the cypher did not necessarily have, but until the surface was secured it could spare the effort. It would also help to know if anything was coming to greet them and what so they could prepare. It was several hours later before Kr'Naan joined Dragus down in the hangar. The condition of the body the cypher inhabited had only worsened. The blackened veins that before were only barely visible had only darkened further. Moving out from the source of the corruption, the crystal, they now stretched halfway up the Tusken terror's head and down her body. The pecan colored skin had paled to a more caramel shade, and the dark rings had begun to form under the black eyes as the wear on the body also took an immense drain on the stamina of the vile virulence. Still, it had walked from the bridge on its own power, and stood with much the same superior gaze over Dragus. Jerec had been rewarded with finding the message by being promoted to baggage carrier. Apparently the unscrupulous uli-ah had raided some of the recreational drug dens, probably the closest thing the Covenant had to infirmaries, and decided to bring with it a smorgasbord of stims and chems. The dreaded dune-dweller's pace was still quick as it made its way to the side of Spite. "We may be expecting company. We shall let the Covenant handle any unwanted guests while we are working down on the surface." At the gesture of the fatigued Famine Jerec knelt down, opening the case for the child chemist to create a mixture of several of the ingredients. Glitterstim and antihistamines mixed within a stim-shot and a little added bacta and drain cleaner to steady it out. Loading the stim-canister into an injector, the Tusken flipped a switched to spin the canister and blend the mixture thoroughly before sticking the needle into the side of her neck and squeezing the trigger. A rush came over the mind of the now drug-imbibing dictator who with a smile tossed the injector back into the case and closed it. Grabbing the case from Jerec and waving him off back to the bridge. It did not take long for some strength to return to the fragile frame of the Tusken terror, who now boasted increased strength for a being of her size and deteriorating health. Still, it knew it was only a stop-gap. The child's body could only endure so much before it would fail without a more long term solution. Luckily, that was just what it was planning. Wide eyed and snarling at the world with a cruel smile as they boarded onto the back of the mutated drexl to descend to the planet's surface, the laughter erupted once more as the closeness of completing the first step in its grand scheme drew ever nearer.
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Post by Endor on May 1, 2023 7:13:54 GMT -8
A large armoured durasteel dart streaked across the expansive starline of the star system as a capital ship emerged from the winding corridors of hyperspace, rapidly decelerating from lightspeed as it approached the planet. Revealed as it switched to sublight speeds, the Orion-class Battleship bequeathed onto the New Rebel Alliance by the Jedi Lords of Ossus began to angle towards the Covenant of Blood. Its transponder code broadcast loud and proud its freshly christened hull, naming it the Lily Thorn.
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Post by Dragus on May 6, 2023 5:36:10 GMT -8
There was a brief sensation of weightlessness as the LAAT carrying Commander Krell and the members of Famine's Flock into orbit exited the atmosphere, before the gunships inertial compensators kicked in and they were pulled towards the deck. Dragus in a patch-work robe of dusty rishii-feathers cradled in his hard scaly arms the tiny body of his sand squire, who was falling in and out of consciousness as the life seemed to be leaving her body. Nothing the mad drake did seemed to be stalling her body's continuous depletion. He'd already drained the life energies of the ranats that had scampered aboard, save for Squeakers, to prolong the fading spark of life in Kr'Naan. His scaled brow furrowed as he turned his snout towards the other members of the flock, internally debating which lives were most important. As they took to the cold vacuum of space, an awful sight was revealed before them.Directly ahead, the Covenant of Blood was turning over on its side as it exchange fire with a rapidly approaching Orion-class battlecruiser. Both of the spherical shield generator domes of the sinisterly modified Imperial II-class Star Destroyer had been blown to smithereens and bled grey smoke into the void. X-wing snubfighters strafed its hull, unimpeded as it appeared all their starfighter squadrons had been shot down. In fact the entire hull of his flagship appeared to be in flames or bleeding vacuum. Dragus' original eye blinked in bewilderment, finding the sight before him more unbelievable than what had just happened on the surface. He turned from the window slits on the door and addressed the flock."Lil'Havok, once we're aboard I want you to prep the Grimblade for departure. If I can't sssalvage thiz battle we may need it to essscape." He flexed his talons and raked them across the inner door of the LAAT, venting his frustration as he pressed the crown of his skull cap against the door. "If Lorn thinkz losssing my flagship will end hiz ssservitude, he'z sssadly missstaken."The LAAT shook as an X-wing with a forest green racing stripe strafed it, blowing out one of the gunships engines. The saurian Sith's teeth rattled in his jaw as the vehicle shook. Somehow its pilot managed to keep its approach angled for the fanged maw hangar of the Covenant. The transport streaked up into the hangar, then proceeded to crash down on the deck, grinding to a halt. As the doors slid open to reveal a smoke filled interior, the Hungering One and the furry members of the flock hopped onto the filthy hangar floor. Our erstwhile Famine Lord felt the replacement in his arms truly begin to waver, her life force fleeing her body faster than he could patch it up.He was torn in that moment. Knowing the foul mutant denizens of the ship as well as he did, the mad alchemist was aware of the fact that there was no one on the ship as equally suited to the task of saving Wart's rapidly expiring life than him. At the same time, there was also likely no one as equally suited to turning the battle.In that moment he was torn between saving Kr'Naan's life and saving his ship. He grit his fangs and snarled, smashing his tail spike repeatedly on the deck and drawing concerned looks from Lil'Bacca and Lil'Mort. Lil'Havok had already swaggered over to the Grimblade and was in the process of warming up the engines of the modified star courier. Finally coming to a reluctant decision, Dragus turned to Krell and stood in front of the towering Sith Elite Warbot. It was taller and broader across than Dragus, covered in thick plated Sith iron armour that was pitted with spikes. Staring up into its mechanical red eyes, the former Famine Lord gave the robot an order."Krell, head to the bridge. Do what you can to pull uz out of this messs. Sssave my ship!" He hissed, before lowering his precious sand plum to the dirty hangar deck. The bone knight hesitated a moment, as though deciding whether or not to follow the saurian Sith's command. Its face-plate slid down, locking in place over its yellow skull, focusing the two red photo-receptors like a crimson laser beam through the visor slit. It then turned and headed for the turbolift, hopefully to fulfill his order. Dropping to his knees, the black scaled barabel began to rummage through his satchel of alchemical supplies for a remedy or anything that might keep the spark of her soul alight. His snout snapped to the side and he rasped in his reptilian manner at Lil'Bacca and Lil'Mort. "You two, gather up whatever slavez you can find and bring them here quickly. I need az many expendable soulz az posssible."The pair of ewoks ran off as fast as their furry legs would carry them, leaving Dragus and Squeakers alone in the hangar with Wart laid out on the deck between them. Desperate in that moment, the deranged draconian sent the ranat hurry-scurrying over to a nearby crash-cart with an IV pump. Inserting one butterfly line into Wart's vein, he connected the other end to himself and switched the machine on, causing it to pump his unusual dark red blood through the translucent tube and directly into Kr'Naan's blood stream. His hope was that some of the midi-chlorians in his unstable DNA might help stabilize the expiring tusken's condition. Unlike a Jedi or lightside user, Dragus was too steeped in darkness to ever be capable of transferring his own life force to Wart, even in this moment of weak desperation, fearing her demise would be another insufferable abandonment. His only hope was that the others returned with victims he could drain to sustain his rotting black melon."Wart!" Roared Dragus, smacking her across the face lightly with his palm. "Ssstay with me, Naan!"
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Post by Endor on May 7, 2023 4:45:56 GMT -8
! As the black scaled barabel poorly performed first aid on the tiny tusken's failing body, a bark brown X-wing with a green racing stripe down the center of its fuselage rose up through the open hangar pit in the floor, wreathed in smoke from the Covenant's burning hull that had been dragged through the energized barrier behind it. Exhaust pipes jutted from the side of the T-65 snubfighters nose, while a hot-rod engine growled throughout the hangar where it protruded in front of the canopy window. The domed black head of an R6 astromech droid could be seen twirling in its socket behind the cockpit. It chirped and blurted an alarm, taking over the controls from the pilot as the canopy flipped open and the pilot inside the modified fighter rose from his seated position. Beneath the flickering deck lights a masculine figure could be seen in a leathery brown flight jacket, unzipped to reveal the black body glove the pilot wore underneath that adhered tightly over his muscular frame. Calloused hands wearing fingerless gloves reached up to remove the rebel flight helmet from his head, pulling it off and dropping it into his seat. It was hard to make out the features of his face, but the man standing in the hovering X-wing was clearly human, his visage mostly dominated by a thick bush of a a beard and long mangy locks of hair, all chestnut brown streaked with grey.Raising his left hand out to his side, a wooden cylinder hanging from the belt currently holding up the pilot's blue spacer pants, leapt from its clip into the standing figure's hand as though moving of its own volition. The pilots thumb slid over a bump on the wooden handle's smooth intricately carved surface, depressing a button, simultaneously awakening the firkrann crystal inside the lightsaber hilt. A brilliant white blade lanced out to over a meter in length, crackling with electrical discharges as though the power of a thunderstorm were housed inside its humble hilt. An aegis of calm serenity was projected from the pilot's core, his unmistakable allegiance to the Living Force evident to all, as his presence seemed anathema to the Covenant in the same way Kr'Naan's inner light had repelled and obliterated the death creature on the planet below.In a single bound the pilot leapt from the seat of his fighter, performing an impressive acrobatic front flip in the air that would have put a twi'lek circus performer to shame, landing in a crouch as his black spacers boots struck the filthy deck. The tip of his resplendent white blade sparked across the deck as he brought it up in front of him, holding the hilt in a two handed grip on his right side as he stood no more than a dozen feet from Dragus, Squeakers, and the proned-out Kr'Naan. His face was slick with sweat, his somewhat matted hair sticking to his face, but even still his forest green eyes penetrated the thicket to stare in judgement of the dark stain on the Force he was sensing."Dragus!" Endor roared, his presence like a guardian bear of the forest, stern and uncompromising. Though the hangar was the definition of an artificial environment, somehow a breeze began to pick up, the flow of air swirling and flowing around the pilot like a protective barrier. Even in this place of utter darkness and misery, the former druid could feel the strands of the Living Force flowing through him, connecting all things. His stoic gaze lingered on the tusken child on the floor, then returned to the scaled Sith. "Step away from the child, son." |
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on May 8, 2023 7:45:11 GMT -8
From Kr'Naan's point of view, everything was moving extremely fast around her, even the various voices around her seemed to hit her ears garbled, sped up to the point of being unable to comprehend the speech. A black void overtook her vision multiple times, with each time her vision returned everything felt further and further away. Kr'Naan's head turned to the side, through a black haze in her peripherals spotting the Covenant of Blood taking heavy fire before being taken into the darkness once more as she heard Dragus's voice, though she still could not make out the words. With each ranat life Dragus drained into her the child of sand returned for a few moments, delirious and unresponsive to those around her, with her condition quickly fading once more. When the last ranat life was ripped from its body and transferred to her, Kr'Naan's eyes opened once more. Kr'Naan saw the open hangar and felt herself lifted up before losing herself to the dark void of unconsciousness once more.
It was like there was a chasm between what was happening around Kr'Naan and how she was perceiving it. An empty black pit that she could not cross because something was holding her back. Her mind felt as if it were being pressed further and further back into her skull. It took all of her focus to keep her eyes open. Her body felt numb, with the Tusken barely being able to feel her fingers and toes. Was she injured? The Tusken youngling remembered her master had told her a demon had taken over her body as they were flying on Spite, but then... But the demon was gone now, right? Kr'Naan struggled to breath and lift her hand, but could only get it twitch.
Even against the cold deck of the Covenant's hangar her body felt colder. Kr'Naan felt a prick in her arm, unable to turn her head to see what it was. As soon as Dragus's blood came into contact with Kr'Naan's, the tiny Tusken seized up, her body locking and her mouth open in a silent scream with wide eyes. It felt as if her arm had been set on fire, with the blaze spreading quickly to the rest of her body. Forcefully wrenched from the void she had sunken into, after recovering from the initial shock of the transfusion Kr'Naan sharply inhaled as if it was her first breath as Dragus patted her face to urge her to stay with him.
Her small body relaxed on the floor of the hangar and she turned her head to see the saurian Sith kneeled over her. Weakly, she lifted her arm up to try and reach out to the deranged draconian, only to pause in confusion upon noticing the tubing running from her arm to a machine and another from the barbaric barabel into the machine as well. Kr'Naan had learned enough to know that either the machine was pumping her blood into her master, or much more likely that he was pumping his into her. Judging by the inferno she felt underneath her skin it was definitely the latter. "M...Mas...ter." Kr'Naan said hoarsely in Basic as she continued to reach out to the black scaled barabel with her small brown hand, placing it on his cheek. "I'm....right...here..." Tears welled up in the uli-ah's eyes and fell down the sides of her face as Kr'Naan smiled weakly up at Dragus.
As the scorching feeling beneath her skin began to fade, it was once more replaced by a sinking and all encompassing chill. It was as if someone had poured ice water into her veins and it was spreading throughout her body to put out the fire that had been set within her. Kr'Naan frowned and began to tense up, her body contorting in involuntary spasms of pain before going limp, her eyes closed once more. Kr'Naan still breathed, but no longer was the transfusion from the desperate Dragus working. Her body was not only rejecting the blood, but the midi-chlorians from Dragus were dying in the same way the ones in Kr'Naan. An explosive cell death that spread from one to another as whatever caused it continued to wreak havoc upon her system and refuse to relent.
A warning sounded on the crash cart as a sensor was tripped. Something was wrong with the IV line, or rather what was in it. As the connected blood began to suffer the same fate, the transfer becoming useless as the midi-chlorians within beginning die. The cascade of collapse of the vital force organisms began to reach up into the machine and creep back towards Dragus.
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