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Post by Dragus on May 1, 2023 5:53:45 GMT -8
! Dragus recognized that tone and inflection. That was the voice of his true black melon, not this sour turnip that had taken her body hostage. Sadly, as soon as Kr'Naan's spirit had manifested, it was replaced by the Cypher's mask of rage. Undoubtedly the Cypher was the more worldly and capable of the two souls hosted inside the tiny tusken's body, and would make a far more useful assistant if their current roles could be reversed. In fact, under practically any other circumstance he would have tried to manipulate the psychic parasite into his service. It's rather unique nature made it a potentially valuable asset, but in this rare case he suspected the risk of keeping it close in Wart's body severely outweighed any benefit it might otherwise provide. There was also this inexplicable sensation he felt when his thoughts drifted to the Sand Child. Perhaps it was the way she always worshiped him like a God, but he found her companionship comforting. He had all manner of servant, certainly far more physically capable ones, yet none were so eager to bask in his presence and to carry out his malign will. He wanted her back.As the misaligned serpent staff poured the last of the harvested spirit soup into the rotting pile of cadavers, the Dark Apothecary and his verminous assistant Squeakers stood face to face with Kr'Cypher'Kar's wrath. Yet as the demonic dune despot stared the two down and questioned the Blood Wyrm accusatorily, Dragus felt something shift inside. He flexed the talons of his right claw, then the talons of his left. It felt as though an oppressive weight that had been placed upon his shoulders had finally lifted. He was less piloted on automatic and could sense some of his autonomy returning to his body. Had the ritual weakened the rakatan device? Without so much as budging an inch, he put his implant through its paces, manipulating the features he had managed to unlock thus far. Several new lines of alien code were now visible and he was even able to access some of the settings, though he was still far from administrator access. Yes, somehow the affect of the spirit transference had caused the devices to glitch. Not quite full control, but certainly enough that he'd want to keep that information to himself for the time being.As the Cypher demanded answers, the black scaled barabel practically blanched and pointed an obsidian claw at Squeakers. "Me? Thiz iz all hiz fault!" He held his other claw over where his black heart should be, as though to suggest he were making an oath of truth. The nub tailed rodent next to Dragus began to chitter in rapidly paced rat-speech, returning an accusatorial gnarled digit at the saurian Sith as it argued that it wasn't it's fault but rather very clearly Dragus'. The mad alchemists bared his fangs and hissed angrily at the ranat, who to his credit did not back down, and flashed its owned diseased yellow fangs back at its master. "Well you're the one who knocked it over. The ssstaff waz completely sssecure before you ssstumbled in the way of my carefully calibrated instrumentz." In a flash Squeakers hurry-scurried over to the chunk of ferrocrete the Hungering One had used to secure the staff in place and held it out, squeaking further protests and accusations. He-Who-Hungers scoffed and crossed his arms, turning his snout to the side. "I'll not ssstand here and be accusssed of carelesssnesss. That iz an excellent ssstabilizer if ever I sssaw..."His words trailed off as his attention finally returned to the swaying stack of dead bodies that had been piled behind the throne since the forces of Famine first conquered Salis D'aar. Peering uncomfortably through the yellow sockets of the rishii skull cap covering the top of his snout, he squinted, trying to see through the chocking veil of corpse dust that had been kicked up after all the sacrifices had desiccated when their life energy was stolen. Tilting his head down, he attempted to extend his otherworldly senses, probing the moulding mound of mush in an attempt to detect the whereabouts of all that spirit-mojo. His psych pressed upon something and recoiled as ethereal tendrils sought to snag his astral form and drag the dark core that counted as his spirit into a ravaging abyss. Dragus released the fey and stepped back, his snout rising as he looked from the base of the tower up to the very top where scavenger hawk-bats feasted on the spire of decaying tissue. Rotten meat melted and merged together before his eyes, as all that expiring offal was pulling together, drawn by a sentient core birthed by all that spiritual essence, painfully ripped from its original hosts to create a gaping wound in the Force. All that suffering and despair, it collated into the expanding physical form of decay that was starting to writhe in front of them.Puckered tentacles and hook toothed tendrils began to emerge from the squirming mountain of rancid muscle and sinew, while any original limbs intact seemed to become animate, clawing and flexing as the mutant mass of death began to move. Kr'Cypher'Kar seemed to vanish as the shadow of whatever they had just inadvertently created began to blanket her in its foul shade. She was much too close. Already he could see some of its ichor spewing ropes of malleable mutant flesh that were reaching towards her miniscule form, ready to swallow her up and add her to its mass, driven by a base urge to devour anything and everything. An arm like length split from the death tower's congealing form and swatted across the arena stands, smashing the duracrete and kicking up more dust as it squashed a few thousand ranats in a single stroke, then began to pull their bodies into its flesh, forcing the rodents to become a part of its growing perfection. Some of the sentient vermin were still alive as they were feasted upon, to the point where their snouts could still be seen shrieking in agonized rat-tongue as their individuality was stolen away.Snap/Hiss! Who could say what drove Dragus in that moment to do what he did. If asked for the reason, he'd likely never tell you the truth. Suffice it to say some unusual instinct convinced him to draw the silvered hook handle lightsaber hilt from its place within his feathered robe and take it into his left claw. He slid a scaled thumb over the activation stud and brought the terrible crackling crimson energy blade to life with a screeching shriek as the unstable dragite crystal powering the weapon vented its screaming fury. "Get down!" He snarled, his natural eye filled with primal rage and his augmented one shining bright as its reflected the dark power he was beginning to siphon from the fey. His scales still stung from the ritual itself, but there was still enough strength left in his bones to see him through this task. Surging forth, he charged towards the Cypher and raised his shrieking blade high overhead as though he were preparing to cut its current body in half. Rather than bisect the Sand Child, he altered the angle of his stroke and swung horizontally over her hooded head at the last moment, cleaving his lightsaber blade through several tentacles of rotten tissue that had been reaching for her. The tendrils recoiled at the lightsabers touch, causing the animate tower of revolting toxic tissue to let out a monstrous roar of its own.ROOOAAAAARRRR!!!!! "Perhapz it would be bessst if we were to make ourselvez...mmm, ssscarce, my Massster." In that moment his forked tongue felt free enough to call her whatever he wished, but he continued to speak to her as his superior in order to maintain his current deception. More and more massive extensions of the birthed avatar of hunger extended into the stands, swallowing up hundreds into its continuously expanding form. It fed on everything, from flesh and blood to life energy and more. It sucked the warmth from the air, the colour, and even some of the debris its malleable form seemed to slither over. As it grew and took shape, all those bodies were beginning to form a giant centipede shape, with decaying arms and legs acting as its thousands of insectile legs. Its maw was simply a gash formed in what acted as the creature's head, pitted with broken femur bones serving the disgusting death wyrm as putrid teeth. As it roared in pain it released a cloud of corpse gas, bathing the stadium in its pestilent breath that caused even Dragus' scales to lose some of their glossy luster.In the chaos, Lil'Bacca and Lil'Mort had rushed to their side, joining Dragus, Squeakers, and Demon-Wart. Raising his right claw to his brow, the saurian Sith scoured the stands for signs of Spite, who was last seen in the company of Lil'Havok. He couldn't see them anywhere. |
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Kr'Naan'Kar
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on May 2, 2023 9:02:44 GMT -8
The Tusken tyrant closed her eyes in frustration at the chattering and arguing between Dragus and Squeakers over who was at fault. Her head began to pound with a migraine, though the rabble rousing rat and reptilian were not the true cause. "Be silent." She said raising her hand to her head in pain. It was such a distraction that the Tusken taskmaster did not noticed that Dragus did not immediately stop speaking, instead the arguing voices piercing her frontal lobe and causing her vision to blur. "I said shut up!" Lashing out in a fit of rage with the absorbed life force that she had been able to feed upon, Kr'Cypher'Kar unintentionally grasped ahold of the ethereal Force and in a blind anger to stop the perceived source of her migraine grabbed ahold of the Ranat Squeaker's left eye from within.Quickly swelling to many times its natural size like a balloon, the ranat squeaking panickily as it fell back onto the rubble in pain. The swollen orb moved around, still seemingly functional despite appearance. The pain seemed to subside and the ranat gently pawed at the malformed optic which was now as a big as a globe. Despite the size it was still quite perky, defying gravity with little to no sag as the pressure within the orb supported it. A dark anger filled smile formed on the Tusken tormentor's face as she snapped open her balled fist.POP! In an instant the enlarged eyeball burst, shooting viscous aqueous humor in all directions. Any too close and in the splash zone were given a healthy dousing of fetid fluid. The new exertion of power taking more out of her than realized, the unscrupulous uli-ah leaned hard against some nearby rubble to steady herself. A heavy coating of sweat from the test of the absorbed power coated her face and forehead. This demonstration seemed to have drawn the attention of the living flesh, drawing it near to try and absorb more and more of everything around it. The cypher moved out of the way just in time for Dragus to cut into pieces extended proboscis of unliving meat. A recoiling response of pain as quivers of flesh quills pulsed in and out across the surface of the still fully-animating flesh tower as it came into its own realization of its unlife. A roar from a malformed mouth filled with broken bones acting teeth before it began to lash out in uninhibited fury at its closest surroundings as the trio retreated further into the surrounding rubble.Joined by Lil'Bacca and Lil'Mort who helped support the faux Famine who was looking increasingly worse. It was not the crystal that seemed to be the source of the suffering within the diminutive dune despot but rather an unseen struggle.
Inside the mind prison Kr'Naan was pounding on the black walls of her surroundings try to burst out, screaming for everyone she knew from her Master to even Squeakers. The time she had spent trapped inside had been uneventful until what she believed was some osrt of rival god or demon had invaded. Strength had returned to her spirit from the flowing light that had pierced the void. But even after the creature had retreated she still felt the strength she had taken from the light and was trying to use it to pierce her prison.
Minutes turned to hours turned to years as the concept of time had no meaning in the infinite mindscape until, finally, a crack of of white formed from the tiny Tusken's pounding fist and spread out and across until finally the wall shattered to reveal the outside. A white void of nothingness filled with only herself and a never-ending shadow serpent whose body pierced in and out of this existence, piercing the ethereal and manifesting itself through this connection with her physical body, not that Kr'Naan herself was entirely aware of this.
You should have stayed in your little prison, welp.
Almost instantly she was on the run as many spiked tentacles seemed to come her way. Dodging what she could but without any true way to fight back, the only thing she could try to do was remain in this white void as long as she could. Each passing moment, it felt as if she were growing stronger. In reality she was absorbing excess life energy that was still being processed by the cypher entity. Dissecting and disseminating living souls to gather information and power, to be savored slowly not only for pleasure but for necessity.
It was not until Kr'Naan was able to grasp ahold of one of the pursing appendages that she realized she had a way to fight back all along. In the hold of her small hands emitted from her palms as they held back the attacking tentacles, causing them to flinch and seize before turning to sand. A roar of pain reverberated through the mindscape as the sand swirled and flowed into the Tusken's body as she unknowingly absorbed its energy into her being.
As the mountain of unliving flesh spread out like a flowing river to cover and overtake its surroundings, drawing back only to integrate everything it had caught into itself, the surviving quintet; Dragus, Kr'Naan, Squeakers, Lil'Mort and Lil'Bacca as they struggled to stay out of the path of the growing meat monster.Weaving through the clouds to avoid upward shooting lances of ligaments and bone to harpoon the mutated Drexl with the blind ewok Lil'Havok at the reins. As the warbeast avoided the attacks and landed, the ewok rider turned to reveal his milky white eyes hidden behind a pair black-tinted glasses. However, these were not made to signify the physical blindness of the ewok pilot, instead having been acquired from the looting and been of some designer brand. The ewok had stumbled across them at some point or another and with his seemingly second sight had foreseen their need specifically for this moment. Lil'Havok tipped down his looted shades on his short nose and "eyeballed" the gathered group awaiting his arrival.As they began to move to board the fearsome flying creature, the Tusken terror collapsed before being able to make it. Her eyes shut and she was completely unresponsive. The faux Famine's breathing was shallow and her heartbeat erratic, but she was still alive for now. Lil'Mort and Lil'Bacca did the lifting to safely situate their leader onto the saddle, but as soon as they began to take off Kr'Naan began to uncontrollably cough and gag, her eyes opening wide in confused pain. The youngling's throat swelled as if bulging with something inside.The Tusken terror's mouth opening from within, a many-legged creature began to force its way out of her, wriggling around wildly and striking those unlucky enough not to be quick on their feet. Measuring nearly ten feet in length and two feet in diameter, much to large to have existed naturally within the Tusken's small body. The sudden surprise caused Lil'Havok to delay taking off, pulling back tightly on Spite's reins as the ewok took several bludgeoning strikes to its back but managed to cling on to the saddle with his powerful glutes.Fully formed and flopping to the ground, the centipede looking creature's wet and slimy exterior shell quickly became caked in dust and dirt, flailing around as if its very existence caused it agony. Clicking noises emanated from its mandible jaws until finally it righted itself onto its legs before quickly scurrying off and disappearing into the rubble before any of the shocked onlookers could act.Kr'Naan remained slumped and limp, but she was still alive. The crystal in her neck, however, was gone. All that remained was a freely bleeding wound where it had been forcibly ripped out, likely by the fleeing creature, whatever it was.
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Post by Dragus on May 2, 2023 17:29:06 GMT -8
Dragus couldn't help himself. His curiosity had been peaked when Squeaker's left eye very strangely started to swell to an unbelievable size. All thoughts and concerns about the rampaging corpse monster beside them were in that moment forgotten. His forked tongue slithered over his scaled lips, slurping up the steaming gooey ropes of hot salivation, omitting a rancid stench so potent it overwhelmed the grave mould reek of the giant cadaverous creation. Through the unique properties of his amethyst ocular enhancement, he could see dark tendrils snaking from Evil'Naan's balled fist into his rodent assistants left eye. His scaled brow rose, clearly intrigued.
So, his hypothesis was correct. It stood to good reason that any host able to contain that much raw spiritual effluence and not summarily explode might be able to bend that collated power to its own will. Kr'Cypher'Kar had no formal training, but from studying his sand fleas meager adolescent mind and memories, it would have an appreciation of the basics simply from watching Dragus over their time together. Always eager to listen to himself speak, the end result was that the saurian Sith was not a half bad instructor, even if that was not his intent. His desire for adoration and appreciation of his genius caused him to inadvertently impart all manner of lesson. Combine that with the fact that his precious possession clung to his every word in her mistaken yet admittedly adorable belief that he was a god. Clearly she had picked up a thing or two from the Hakusar.
There was perhaps another reason why she would be able to sustain her corporeal form while infused with so much spiritual energy, a reason he had long known about but had never felt the need to share. It was ironic, his little tusken terror thought herself some sort of shaman slayer, without ever suspecting what was locked inside her own blood. Something even a Sith of Dragus' calibre might miss, but not Dragus himself, not with those powerful physical senses of his. He could always smell it on her, the blood pumping through her veins, instantly comprehending its chemical consistency. On the few opportunities he'd had to taste it, lo and behold the secret revealed itself and he appreciated what a unique vintage it was. Shamans blood was of a very special variety, he'd had the privilege of supping on more than a few. His father had blood like that...
His lips spread wide, revealing the serrated sea of sharpened teeth filling his crocodile snout, the corners of his lips twisted into a hungry grin. He felt a shiver of exquisite delight run throughout his scales, tingling his talons and causing his tail to whip back and forth behind him. Close enough to the action, his forked tongue extended to catch some of the misted rodent eye jelly as it scattered through the air. Squeaker's ocular jam was a bit tart for his liking. There was no time to savour the snack, as the next moment he had leapt into motion and saved Demon Wart from the fleshy tendrils, as previously mentioned.
In that moment he watched how exhausted Kr'Naan looked, drained by her experimental use of the soul energy horded inside of her, likely sapping the tusken tyrant of her stamina just by containing it. He nodded his snout in approval as Lil'Bacca and Lil'Mort moved in to support her, holding her under each shoulder. Though ewoks were short of stature, they were fierce and physically strong. The downed dune lily weighed little more than a bouquet of flowers between them. They were also empowered by the fact that most of the flock was here in this precarious position, it behooved them to stand strong in the face of what was possibly death itself. Mortale? No, not even this cadaverous creature is that ugly. Dragus could feel the flocks surety through their bond, more then simply the Force. They were stronger together.
As a team they dodged and ducked their way out of the growing creature's path, even as it continued to absorb the bulk of his dark forces. Even the mechanically armoured Eternal Corps and Black Legion had been swallowed up into the congealing mass of dead tissue and mutant growth. Bless the Eye. That was his thought as Spite swooped in to land with Lil'Havok riding in the saddle. The blind little bear was wearing a particularly fashionable brand of designer sunglasses. Dragus paused and stroked his chin, nodding his snout appreciatively at Lil'Havok's fashion choice. How did he always do it? For the visibly challenged he had remarkable taste. He began to board his beautiful beast along with everyone else when something terribly inconvenient happened.
With a scientist's curiosity he watched Kr'Naan suffer, coughing and convulsing in the furry arms of her fellow flock-mates. One of the more convenient features of the rakatan device was its ability to record visual information. He studied the Sand Child, but did not intercede, letting nature take it curious course. He loved to watch. What was going to happen next? Surprises were the spice of life. What he had not expected was the long centipede like creature that erupted from her mouth. Frankly he was surpised that thing could have fit inside her. But then, he'd shared the Grimblade's refresher with her, so he'd seen proof it was possible. His amethyst eye focused on the odd insectile spawn like a laser beam, watching it writhe in agony, savouring its suffering as he attempted to feed. Black tendrils extended from his claws, spiraling like a springing serpent after the creature as it began to flee, only to scatter off it all directions as if they had hit a wall. The dastardly draconian relented and released the fey. He knew what he had sensed.
Good, it was better this way. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't great the Cypher had wanted to hollow him out and use his body like a puppet, but he had never faulted the creature its ambition. Its goal, while inconvenient for him, was not unreasonable. He could see himself choosing the same if their roles were reversed. Plus it was a very unique creature, a very...useful creature, if properly utilized. In fact, now that he thought about it he simply had to have it in his collection. He watched it slither away, disappearing into the rubble while the monstrous flesh gargantuan got ever nearer. Dragus wanted to go after it, but a grunt from Lil'Bacca drew his attention to Kr'Naan. Her throat implant was gone and in its place was a ravaged throat. That was a problem. Even as there were only seconds before the creature's bulking mass reached their position, the saurian Sith quickly withdrew a grey paste from his satchel and slather it on the open wound. He then slapped some sort of jagged leaf over the wound to act as a salve. He found a narrow red vial with a stopper cork and popped it open, pouring the substance past her lips and down her throat. Concentrated essence of ewok, his specialty blend.
"We mussst leave." He hissed over the roar of the encroaching wall of bizarrely conjoined bodies as it barreled towards them, ripping up the road as it came. He carried Kr'Naan one armed up into the saddle and sat her between his lap, waiting just long enough for Squeakers and the two ewoks to leap onto Spite's back. "Get uz out of here!" He roared at Lil'Havok, holding the reigns.
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on May 4, 2023 12:03:24 GMT -8
A ragged gurgling breath suddenly came from Kr'Naan as she awoke as they were taking off. The injured uli-ah tried to speak, but her throat would not comply, feeling as if it were stuffed with course sand and wrapped in sharp thorns. Kr'Naan blinked as she tried to look around. Spite's mighty wing's beat as it lifted all aboard its back up into the air. Kr'Naan's eyes grew wide as her eyes came upon the wall of unliving flesh crashing towards them as they took off. The tiny Tusken could feel the hate and hunger within, though she was not sure how, as it overtook the ground that Spite had been on just moments before. A rumble reverberated through the monster's body like a roar, sending shockwaves into the air as well. From its body sprang out thin tendrils up into the air towards the fleeing mutant Drexl and its passengers.Forcefully swallowing what was surely a mix of blood and the remnants of essence of ewok Dragus had poured down her throat moments ago when unconscious, Kr'Naan weakly put her hand to Dragus's shoulder to get his attention. "W...hat is happ...ening?" The forced speech, surprisingly Basic, was obviously painful for the youngling, but the last thing she remembered of the real world was of the ritual aboard the Covenant. What little time Dragus would have to explain their predicament, Spite began moving erratically as it attempted to bob and weave out of the way of the attacking tentacles under the expert blind guidance of Lil'Havok. The innumerable appendages were eventually too much for the large Drexyl to avoid, as it's tail was caught by a cilia of meat which wrapped itself around to keep the flying beast from escaping further.Spite roared in both anger and agony as the unliving flesh not only coiled up from its tail to constrict it further but also burrowed within its body, worming its way into the mutated Drexl's very being. In a final gurgling cry Spite let out an agonized roar that quickly turned to gurgling as the unliving tendrils that had started at one end of the Drexl made their way to and out the other. Even as he was being carved out from within the beast was still alive and his wings still beat as it continued to try and escape the grasp of the abomination that had hold of him. A convulsive jerk shook through Spite's body that threatened to buck the passengers off. Kr'Naan tightly gripped her master's robe, clinging with what might she had to remain with him in what may be her last moments. Spite let out another sickening, wet roar as its skin began to tear apart form the inside, the tendrils snaked inside flexing to rip apart the Drexl from within. Spite spasmed once more as its top and bottom halves were almost perfect bisected from jaw hinges to the tip of its tail, sending Dragus and the Flock tumbling to their deaths or the many gaping maws that had formed in the ocean of meat below to welcome them.To Kr'Naan the next few moments seem to go in slow motion as she found herself falling through the air. She blinked and looked around. Almost perfectly upright as he was falling and still straddling the saddle with his glutes of durasteel Lil'Havok flicked reins that were no longer worn by anything. The blind ewok did not seem to notice, instead of moving up and down and kicking his heels against the now eviscerated and absent Spite. Hanging onto the saddle was Squeakers, screaming in both pain at his recent eye injury and the fear of impending death. Lil'Mort and Lil'Bacca had their arms and legs spread wide, fully embracing the situation with ewok stoicism. Kr'Naan did not see Dragus, though her line of sight was limited. Kr'Naan could still feel him though, as she could suddenly feel all of them around her, as well as the monster waiting for them below as they fell. How could she know they were there even when she could not see them? It was still a confusing feeling that made no sense to her mind. Kr'Naan had fought the demon inside of her mind and felt its power move into her with each victory, was that what this was? Or was this some power bestowed by her master? Was this all a test for her? A dark scaled figure finally fell into view of Kr'Naan's wide eyes. Kr'Naan locked eyes with her master and in that moment, at least to her, his glare was that of a knowing wisdom being conveyed to her. The youngling could swear that she saw a slight nod of his head at her as he reached out for her hand. This was likely just a rose-tinted glasses effect in seeing her master and her beliefs in him being a god that were far from the reality of his reactions.Kr'Naan stretched out her short arms to try and grab ahold of her master's reaching out to her, but as just as his claws barely touched her comparably tiny hand, a tentacle wrapped itself around Dragus's ankle, yanking him away from her at the last moment. Kr'Naan cried out, flailing in the air as her master was pulled away from her. Fear turned to panic, which turned to anger, which turned to anger, which turned to hatred.Which was all overcome by lovea s words spoken to Kr'Naan by Lil'Mort in the forests of Pzob came to her mind. Love for her master, for her god, and the never-ending, blind faith she had in him. It was a religious devotion that gave her the power to draw upon the culled souls still within her and use them for glorious purpose.Kr'Naan's tear-stricken face went blank and a sharp shockwave cut through the air originating from her body in the shape of a sphere, careening through the open air and cutting off the tendril which was wrapped around Dragus's leg. The air filled rapidly with energy, building up and pushing back the incoming tendrils while their descent seemed to slow. The air felt thick and alive as they all came to a stop above the creature, Kr'Naan floating upright in the center of the group. From her face tears of blood flowed from her eyes as the energy she was tapping into, once stripped from the living of this world and once more stolen from the cypher, was let loose almost entirely at once. A physic message shook the minds of all in the area enough to make their brains rattle inside their skulls.WE PROTECT MASTER Kr'Naan raised both her hands with palms face down towards the ground. From her hands burst out jets of white flame mixed with crackling lightning which shot down at the waves of flesh below. Everywhere it touched blackened and wither before turning to ash. Despite the creature's advantage in the amount of living energy, it had no defense from the airborne attack and no experience in manipulating the energies encompassing its being. All it could do was send more tendrils flying into the invisible barrier protecting the floating group, which burst into flame upon contact before also turning to ash. Keeping Dragus and the rest of the flock with her as she annihilated the unliving flesh below, Kr'Naan seemed to be on autopilot, completely overtaken by the energy as it flowed out of her like a thousand rushing rivers all at once. Until all that remained was a small patch of the creature, boxed in and surrounded on all sides by waves of fire and electricity. As Kr'Naan moved her hand in the direction of the remaining patch of the monster, the same telepathic message rang out with the same intensity as before. WE PROTECT MASTER
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Post by Dragus on May 5, 2023 5:44:22 GMT -8
 Forecully swallowing what was surely a mix of blood and the remnants of essence of ewok Dragus had poured down her throat moments ago when unconscious, Kr'Naan weakly put her hand to Dragus's shoulder to get his attention. "W...hat is happ...ening?" FFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! CRACK! A crack of thunder sounded as a bolt of artificially produced lightning erupted from the end of the Blood Wyrm's awful lance and leapt towards the last bit of undead monster like a heat seeking missile. The ground exploded in a bright blast of brilliance and electrical discharge, cooking the creature's remains until nothing was left by a blackened stretch of char. As the last piece of the mobile Force Wound was destroyed, its effect on the environment seemed to be fading. Sound, colour, everything that had been distorted came rushing back in that moment.As the last vestiges of Kr'Naan's borrowed power seemed to have been expended, the flock slowly descended towards the ground, gently landing on the debris strewn terrain. Deactivating the lance's generator, the saurian Sith turned the long spear around and thrust it into the ground, leaning on it for support. Squeakers sat on its haunches, looking nearly as exhausted a Dragus and twice as ugly with his missing eye. Tired though he and the others were, they all seemed to turn their attention to their savior, the child of sand. Taking a cautious step forwards, the depleted draconian placed a claw on her shoulder and spoke cautiously to her, not certain how much power resided in her if any, or what state she was in mentally after what had occurred."Wart?" |
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on May 5, 2023 11:45:11 GMT -8
Kr'Naan's hand lowered as Dragus finished off the unliving flesh patch in the name of Spite. It was not that she had hesitated, it was that she no longer had enough power to strike down the creature anymore. It was more than she could handle to just bring Dragus and the rest of the Flock down gently. As her feet touched the ground somehow she remained upright and standing, her head slightly tilted and shoulders slumped. Every few moments a wave of Force energy would sputter and expand out, dissipating from the Tusken and out into the Universe once more. In fact, her presence in the Force was rapidly decreasing, becoming even less than what it was prior to her being possessed. Having essentially burned out the midi-chlorians that existed in her, as they did all living things, by overloading and discharging them in such a short time; they were dying. How the seditious cypher would have overcome this issue was unclear, but whatever plans it had were now irrelevant.
Feeling his claw on her shoulder followed by his voice calling her name, Kr'Naan closed her eyes and let the rapid exhaustion overtake her, falling backwards and unable to move her arms or legs. Even breathing was becoming difficult. Still, she looked up at Dragus who had caught the child of sand and held her in his arms. Just by looking in her eyes Dragus would be able to see that his Wart had returned to her senses, for her eyes shined brightly with the love and devotion for the being she believed was a god, evil or no. Tears fell from her eyes, streaking through dried stains of blood and black ichor across her face. Her lips quivered as she tried to speak, struggling against the physical damage to her throat.
"M..as...ter..." Kr'Naan stammered in Basic. Each syllable was a fight, but even with her rapidly fading strength she would not silenced. "Y...ou..'re....s...sa...fe." Kr'Naan's breathign became short and rapid, but still she would not stop trying to talk. "I...I..f-fe...lt...it....Y...You...'re....p-pow...er." Kr'Naan's eyes closed and her head tilted to the side, her cheek pressing against Dragus's scaled arm. For now she was just unconscious, but her breathing and disappearing Force presence was cause for concern, let alone her other physical injuries. Her body was cold to the touch as the life seemed to be leaving it.
Overhead an engine roared as a LAAT circled overhead, piloted by a somehow surviving cultist and carrying Krell looking out from open side hatch. They had somehow survived being overtaken by the ocean of expanding flesh and found the ship to search for survivors. Not that there really were any others in the area. It was not surprising one of the few Krell had been able to locate with his burning photoreceptors were the Flock as well as both the former and (technically) still current Famine Lord. Krell sheathed his blade Morkai which he had been hold as he approached Dragus and the flock. The droid destroyer was definitely more beaten up then he was at the beginning of this campaign, but his physical body seemed only a little worse for wear. His red eyes went to Kr'Naan still in Dragus's arms and looked up to Dragus. His vocabulator crackled to life with a bit of static. One of the few signs of any damage to the demonic droid. "We have received a call of distress from the Covenant in orbit. They have come under attack by another ship, but are holding it off awaiting for Famine's return." The eerie red glow of his photoreceptors turned back to the unconscious Kr'Naan, his head tilting slightly as he examined her with confused yet growing intensity.
Back aboard the ship the cultist pilot gargled in an indistinguishable tongue, causing Krell to snap back to the present and made way for Dragus and the flock to board the LAAT so they could evacuate back to the Covenant in orbit to make a true escape from this half failure. At least they got to decimate a planet, but whatever the plans the possessed Tusken terror had had were now dead just much of its populace. In the corner of his eye Dragus might notice among the rubble there was a small glint of purple as some fire reflected off of something, but it quickly disappeared as if whatever it was scurried away.
As the LAAT took off, looking from above there was no sign of whatever it was, but there was no time to sarch as the transmissions from the Covenant in orbit of their condition became increasingly dire.
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Post by Dragus on May 8, 2023 16:49:44 GMT -8
A flaming mass of fire blackened iron and durasteel hurtled through the atmosphere, trailing a swarm of twisted burning debris drawn into its slipstream. The remains of the Imperial II-class star destroyer 'Covenant of Blood' and the Orion-class battlecruiser 'Lily Thorn', conjoined after the latter slammed into the Covenant's body like a vengeful harpoon, wedging itself deep into the dreadnought's frame and dragging it down towards the planet below. Now the exterior hull of both ships superheated, running into intermingling streams of liquid metal and toxic particulate, a massive munched together ball of fire and steel. As the two wrecks fell towards Bakura's capital, already a broken ruin of its former self after the savage invasion from the forces of darkness, those intrepid few souls inside fought for survival.Ragged hot breath expelled from the burning lungs of Lil'Bacca and Lil'Mort as they dragged Dragus' scaled carcass towards the Grimblade's waiting ramp. Squeakers carried the Dark Apothecary's axe and lightsaber, dropped during the very brief battle with Endor, scurrying ahead with them aboard the star courier. The two ewoks pulled as hard as their primitive muscles allowed, finally reaching the ramp as the hangar deck twisted apart and flames poured up through the hole in the middle of the bay. Squeakers hit the button to raise the ramp, then helped the other two pull the saurian Sith the rest of the way in. Inside the cockpit, the blind bear serving as the Flock's pilot blinked his cataract crusted milk white eyes and took the controls in paw, firing up the engines and thrusting them forwards even before the landing gear retracted. Lil'Havok guided the ship directly into the rising pillar of flames bleeding into the hangar from the exit, streaking through the gap and accelerating out ahead of the ball of burning mass, trying to gain enough distance to maneuver out of its way. Unfortunately the ground was rushing up quickly to greet them. Gritting his teeth, he reached down to a button encased in a translucent plastoid cover and flipped it open, revealing a square shaped button that glowed red. He stabbed the button with a paw, sending a signal to the minelayer beneath the engines to release one of the two seismic charges carried aboard.VA - BOOM! Immediately behind the fleeing Grimblade, a blinding blue sphere of sonic waves expanded from the point of contact between the charge and falling debris-mass, momentarily arresting its fall as pressure and heat met an irresistible force. The sky above the downwards diving star courier exploded into a spreading rain of flaming metal shards as the blast wave shredded the front of the conjoined falling ships, visiting an apocalyptic event on the ruins below, finishing off any vermin lingering in Salis D'aar's bones. The remarkably talented bear gave the star courier's engines a final boost of speed, jerking left and right as he avoided falling shrapnel, somehow knowing without seeing where the danger was coming from before it happened. Finally he pulled back on the yoke, causing the nose to rise and the thrusters to scatter debris below before propelling the dart shaped ship back towards the sky.Before the blast wave from the detonated charge dissipated, the sheer weight of all that metal in the sky began to force its way forwards, now flattened at the front but continuing downwards without distraction. In one concussive blast that shook the ground for miles, the damaged beyond repair Covenant of Blood and Lily Thorn crashed into the city's center and exploded in an expanding ball of fire and superheated dust. Starweirds still shackled to the hull of the blighted dreadship's remains shrieked as they burned, singing a foul chorus that weakened the dimensional barrier. For many decades the Covenant of Blood had visited the Famine Lord's brand of savagery and violence on the galaxy, eradicating entire populations, stripping words of its people to be used as slave fodder or for dark rituals. The vessel had an aura all its own, one of suffering and despair, creating its own wound in the Force. A million trapped phantoms and more vented banshee wails into the night sky as they were released, tearing holes in the fabric of reality as the veil between realms became parchment thin.The last straw to break the banthas back was when the Covenant's power core overloaded, blowing outwards from its exposed guts, blasting apart the superstructure of the Orion-class battlecruiser that had buried itself in its metallic bosom. This final release tore open the thin permeable barrier, open a hole to somewhere else. It appeared first in the heart of the crater formed from the crashed ships, a growing sphere through which could be seen a grey lifeless void, empty save from crackling nebulas of grey clouds and white lightning. A portal to Otherspace had been opened, and it began to pull everything in proximity around into its swirling depths, acting as if a blackhole had opened up in the heart of the city. Carbon scored plates of metal twisted as the remains of both ships were pulled towards the swallowing hole, growing larger as it sucked in more debris.As Lil'Havok attempted to pilot the Grimblade away, the ship lurched hard as if caught in a tractor beam. The ewok grit his teeth and pushed the accelerator forwards as far as it would go, just as the lift behind him swished open and Squeakers scurried into the cockpit, sliding its rodent form into the co-pilots seat. The two of them fought to transfer all available power to the engines, yet no matter what they did the transport continued to drift backwards, slowly being pulled into the opening in reality. Space-time seemed to contort around them, their bodies changing shape as though stretched by the hole threatening to swallow them up. Inch by inch, the sight challenged ewok reached a paw towards the hyperspace controls, fingers just a hair away. Just as he jammed one furry digit into the button to initiate a lightspeed jump, the nose of the Grimblade swung away, finally pulled around by the force of the yawning abyss. The star courier's dart shaped prow pointed directly towards the portal into Otherspace, just as the engines leapt to lightspeed, sending the ship and the members of the Flock onboard hurtling into either Hyperspace or Otherspace. Just which wasn't clear.Shortly thereafter the hole in the fabric of reality closed, leaving the city of Salis D'aar as silent as a graveyard.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 5, 2023 13:45:23 GMT -8
Turbolaser fire rained down from the sky, tearing apart the tallest structures of Salis D'aar, so recently reassembled after the last assault by the forces of Famine led by the evilest tusken in the Outer Rim, the wicked Princess Wart. This time, however, the destruction was brought to Bakura exclusively by everybody's least favourite villainous barabel, He-Who-Hungers, Pater Mutatis and Master of the Alchemical Arts. Emerald lances of radiant energized death speared into the cityscape, annihilating any form of resistance while reaping a heavy tally amongst the city's population. Scores of Star Wings and BB-2 bombers shrieked overhead, adding to the chaos by target fleeing air-speeders and shooting down civilian shuttles attempting to escape the chaos unfolding. In the ash and smoke choked air above Salis D'aar, only the massive Bulkwark Mark III known sinisterly as the Ark Diabolicus reigned supreme. The monstrously chonky turd of metal and death came in for a landing in the central field at the heart of the city, still a ruin from the last conquest, though the corpses had long since rotted away. Repulsors kicked up a cloud of corpse dust as the massive dreadnought came in to land, touching down on the field and crushing anything beneath it flat. The moment the ship touched down the energy fields of the hangars powered off and a horde of teaming ratmen poured out of the dark holds of the ship, hurry-scurrying into the city to sow terror and chaos, to murder and pillage, to wash coloured garments with whites. It was anarchy!
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Post by Dragus on Dec 11, 2023 8:49:12 GMT -8
After securing all available data on Bakura's patented organ grafting technology, as well as several specimens of Namana, the Ark Diabolicus departed Salis D'aar with the forces of Famine, regrouping with the fleet in orbit before entering hyperspace on a course across the Outer Rim. The Bakura-class Star Destroyer captured in orbit, now crewed by a complement of Nu-Jakes, joined the Fleet of Famine on its journey.
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