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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Mar 5, 2013 11:42:16 GMT -8
*Abraxin's terrain was covered primarily in swamp.*
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Post by Alpharius on Feb 5, 2016 23:40:39 GMT -8
Touching down on the surface of Abraxin, the bulbous diplomatic courier was assaulted by a torrential downpour from he iron clouded skies above. The vessel sunk slightly into the marsh below had greedily swallowed the shock-pads of the landing gear, and in time would devour the shuttle whole - if those within weren't brief with their visit. Palming the access panel, and watching as the boarding ramp had shot down into the drenched landscape, the female emissary and her two guardians had stepped out into the rain and trudged towards the central building of the ancient settlement.
The world had been largely forgotten in the years following the end of the Clone Wars, and the subsequent Rise of the Empire. Many had considered it a distant orb of uninspiring rock; that was simply not worth the time to terraform and to be made suitable for supporting vast colonies of Human life. Thus, in their state of enforced ignorance, those Barabel that had made this world their home, had thrived as the Galaxy had left them behind. What had originally started as a single, isolated settlement adorning the planet, had over time turned into a vast interconnected network of tribal communities that were governed and protected by what those within the shuttle had believed to be a Council of Elders.
Such was the mindset all three had adopted as they approached the largest building within the totemic complex. The two guards, former members of the Republic Military, had held their rifles before them but made no move to shoulder their weapons at the sight of curious reptilian predators stalking them from the shadows. Such an act would've been seen as hostile, and all three members of this fledgling Alliance would've been torn open by the sharpened blades that awaited them in the dark.
Caked from the knees down in mud, and drenched everywhere else, the female emissary had arrived at the great wooden doors first - before turning her eyes away from the carved surface and back out towards their means of transportation. From this distance, she could see two young Barabels clambering out of their homes and gawking at the vessel - no doubt speaking to one another in their native language and asking themselves if this craft belonged to the Warriors from beyond the Clouds. Though the woman knew it was far from the truth, she chose to believe what she had seen. It made her heart soar and brightened the dour mood the rain had inspired.
Turning back to the door before her, the Emissary had pushed one of the two heavy-set blocks aside with a mighty heave. As it swung open, her gaze was greeted by the sight of a conclave of reptilian creatures all seated around a plain, unassuming block of hewn stone. Pushing herself free of the door, and permitting her guards their entrance, the woman moved towards the gathering with her head held high. She had evidently interrupted something of import, yet the woman couldn't apologize. It was an egregious offense within Barabel culture to prostrate oneself like a beast before others.
Therefore, the woman wouldn't apologize as her instincts screamed at her to do so. With their predatory gazes affixed upon her, she coughed once to clear her throat, before standing straight and letting the warmth from earlier ease her rising terror.
"I am Zyrias Vaal, a Jedi Knight from Yavin IV."
As the revelation had been made, a hushed murmur spread throughout the hut. After several moments of quieted discussion amongst those present, one of the more Venerable Elders had risen from his seat and stalked along the Hut's moss-covered floor.
"It haz been a long time, zince a Jedi haz come to our world - let alone anyone not intentionally lost. Tell uz, what bringz one of the Warriorz from beyond the Cloudz before uz thiz day?"
She swallowed nervously as the reptilian creature approached.
"I've come to garner your people's support in an inevitable war that will shape the future of the galaxy as we know it." She paused. "Providing that our assumptions about the Imperials are correct."
The Elder Barabel ran a taloned finger along the edge of his distended jaw, a sign that the Jedi had believed to be common when one of their species was deep in thought.
"You've come to uz, zearching for friendz, when all you have to work with, iz rumourz and zpeculation? We are not zo isolated that we've become backwater foolz, but nor are we in the position to deny a Jedi." The Barabel turned, casting his gleaming amber eyes upon the soaked woman. "Zo you must underztand, that leavez us at a crozzroadz. We will need time."
With a dismissive wave, the Elder motioned towards the door.
"We will come to your zhip when we have zpoken."
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Post by Talon Reaver on May 11, 2017 23:14:22 GMT -8
As the stars flickered above a small outpost in the night sky, remnants from a republic that had fallen long ago, a soft wind blew through the trees. The town was fairly quiet, most folks sleeping at that time, but a few still stirred. One of the town's peacekeepers peered across the buildings as one of the stars appeared to fall from the sky, then spit over the edge of the building as he looked back to his partner. They bickered for some time, oblivious to the creatures of the forest falling silent, and then the wind slowly dying. As their argument escalated to shoving, a third man came running up the stairs and shouldered a door open before shouting at the pair.
"Oi! Shut your mouths and look up there, somethings falling!"
While the three peered on with worry, the falling meteor had become a ball of fire, as it hurdled towards the planet. As it streaked ever closer, they all feared the worst, and the town's warning klaxons sounded. As the ball of fire neared closer, they realized it wasn't a meteor or comet, but rather a ship. It was breaking apart however, pieces falling away. It appeared to alter its course as it neared the town, and before long it went streaking overhead, most of the back half already missing. It kept up for almost a mile before finally crashing into the trees to the east, a deafening boom sounding as it collided with the dirt. While two of the men stood there frozen, the third shook himself out of his stupor.
"Snap out of it. Enough sight seeing lads, grab your gear and rally some of the boys, if anyone survived that, they'll be needing a rescue party. Space ships don't fall out of the sky for no reason. At least not anymore. Grab your arms and armour though, something doesn't sit right with me about this one. Move it or lose it, on the double!"
The soldiers nodded then hurried down the stairs behind their captain as the warning klaxons continued to blare.
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Post by Talon Reaver on May 12, 2017 13:00:58 GMT -8
Smoke billowed into the sky as the peacekeepers loaded into transports with medics and fire fighters. Captain Y'rell climbed into the passenger seat and cock his assault rifle, then grabbed his radio. As he ordered his the convoy to move out, the night sky seemed to grow darker as they drover further from town. As they passed the sign that read 'Hawkins Population 12 250', he peered at the crash sight growing nearer and feared that their small part of the universe was about to get a bit bigger. The transports tires turned and the truck started picking it's way through the trees, the others following close behind. Y'rell shouted orders as they neared the burning ship, and flipped the safety off on his rifle. In the aftermath of the crash, pieces of the wrecked ship lay everywhere, embedded in trees, smashed into the ground and twisted beyond recognition. While the soldiers spread out with the firemen and began to extinguish the flames, the Captain and a few of his men approached what was left of the front of the ship and tried to find a way inside. As they pried and pulled at a door with metal bars, it finally gave way and opened with a whoosh of pressurized air rushing in. They shoved their way in then turned on flashlights and called out for any survivors. They passed through a tiny living quarters, finding a few beds, one that was flipped over. Moving down a hall towards the cockpit, they discovered a body crumpled in a doorway. One of the peacekeepers checked for a pulse, but shook his head, noting that the man looked like he had been dead for a very long time. They noticed that the man had been killed by a gun, rather than the crash itself, and speculation began to bounce around the squad. Before long they camp upon the sealed bulk head of a hanger bay, and it looked as if it had been smashed by something heavy outward. They brought up a welder to cut through the door and the Captain's feeling of unease began to deepen in his spine, and he gripped his rifle just a bit tighter while they waited for the door to be breached. |
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Post by Zhae Kelborn on Mar 4, 2019 10:56:22 GMT -8
Perched on a branch overlooking a particularly foggy patch of swamp, Zhae had her helmet's rangefinder lowered as she scanned for her prey off in the distance. Her quarry this time around, was a Marsh Haunt. A Force-sensitive beast, it was her job to hunt one and bring back a trophy. It wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to do it, without help.
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Post by Zhae Kelborn on Mar 7, 2019 10:00:16 GMT -8
Having abandoned her perch within the trees, Zhae landed with a wet splash into the waist deep swamp. Wading through the murky water, the Mandalorian paused as she listened. A rustling behind her, caused her to turn. But a wave of kinetic energy hit her. As she was thrown into the air, Zhae triggered her jetpack, arcing upwards. Seeing the red eyes of her target, she grinned beneath the helmet. Diving towards the creature, avoiding several objects that were hurled towards her, Zhae arched behind the creature as quickly as she could, triggering her ZX Miniature Flame Projector, spewing flames upon the beast. It shrieked and howled angrily as it was set ablaze. Though that didn't last very long. Submerging itself into the swap, Zhae cursed under her breath. Bringing her EE-3 Carbine to bear, she lowered herself to the edge of the swamp, waiting for the Marsh Haunt to resurface...
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Post by Zhae Kelborn on Mar 19, 2019 17:52:03 GMT -8
Seconds before the surface rippled, indicating the Marsh Haunt was preparing to attack once more, Zhae had caught a glimmer of movement beneath the murky water's surface. Diving off to her left and springing up into a firing position, she snapped off three, three round bursts from her carbine. All nine shots connected, peppering the side of the beast, causing it to shriek loudly and flail towards her. Triggering her jetpack, the Mandalorian jumped and rose above the beast. Holstering her carbine and drawing her beskad, the Mandalorian dove directly down onto the beast, plunging the serrated blade deep into the creature's flesh. It howled and screamed in agony as Zhae's blade found purchase. Twisting it, the beast toppled over, twitching. Hoping down, Zhae slit the beast's throat and proceeded to harvest a trophy from it, a ominous red eyeball, as proof of her kill...
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Post by Zhae Kelborn on Mar 27, 2019 7:12:18 GMT -8
Making her way back to where her Kom'rk-Class Fighter was parked, Zhae climbed into the cockpit, sealed the canopy and powered up the ship. As it powered up, Zhae removed her helmet and shook her head, allowing her blonde hair to fall from its upright position under her helm. It had been a helluva job, but it was done. Now it was time to show her potential partner just exactly what she was capable of. Gripping the yoke, the Kom'rk lifted off of Abraxin's swampy surface and accelerated skyward...
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Nov 18, 2019 4:51:18 GMT -8
Negotiations among the major colonies on the surface went smoother for the Prophet than one would have expected.
For the protection of the planet by the means of the Dominion, several Barabel and as well human colonists rallied to their cause, as they saw a glimpse of the Dominion's army scale. The troopers secured the major footholds within these settlements with ease, while noone spoke a word when other obscure beings came out of the shadows in order to remain everyone present who had now command over the planet. If there was resistance, it wasn't spoken out loud due to the sheer size of fleetpower, hovering in orbit above the planet.
The annexation of Abraxin had begun.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jan 10, 2020 4:08:37 GMT -8
The first structure in the image of old Sith temples is constructed in order to have a local point of defense. While overseeing the work on the planet,
the sorcerers of the Dominion and Quarren scientists would study the local fauna, while trying to theorize ways how to best domesticate it. Along with the regular predators of this planet, a colony of Deep Ones, Sithspawn created by C'Thyl, would settle down on Abraxin and strife through the swamps.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on May 19, 2020 3:05:24 GMT -8
 With the Dominion's rule fortifying slowly on the swamp world of Abraxin, smaller temples of the Dark Side rise from within the marshes, as the Sorcerors of the Dominion use the site to train their acolytes. With the Deep One colonies spreading nearby these dark monuments, archaic pillars of an old, forgotten age, many force-sensitive children and young men are brought to this desperate place under the all-present watch of the Quarren Dominion, representing the future generation of potential Dark Side sorcerers, taught in the ways of the Rhandite.
Beneath the temple catacombs various experiments are conducted with the local fauna and everything that is sent to this godforsaken place. The seeds for the summoning of old gods are planted for it has become even more a nexus of the Dark. |
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Aug 2, 2020 7:49:54 GMT -8
In the passing months after Jabiim's subjugation, a new generation of Dark Side sorcerers is trained within the shrouded mists of Abraxin's bogs, always watched by their all-consuming gods, the blood of failed acolytes being bestowed upon altars towards the Dark ones. The Rhandite ways root deep within these young ones, for they recieved the wisdoms of the Knell of Muspilli, the beliefs of the Kanzer Exiles and the training of Dha Werda Verda - the Warriors of Shadow - within their training.
Where many sorcerers had fallen within their mad agenda, they would take their places, for they were destined to become a part of the cycle, who wished to end the cycle.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Dec 27, 2020 10:06:27 GMT -8
The dark side forces on Abraxin grow stronger, as new breeds of Sithspawn and a new generation of padawans, following the traditions of the Rhandites are transfered by Gulomi-class dropships towards the Dominion ships in orbit. Shrouded in mists, the forlorn bogs of the planet and the beasts, that live within them house now many secrets that the Dominion harbours in order to continiue further experiments, abominations waiting to be unleashed upon the universe, while the echoes of old forgotten gods dwell from the hollow depths of the underground chambers and chasms, where the Sorcerers of Dac were summoning forth those, they consider their masters, entities outside the cycle.
Although the Gungan tribe under Rokkud Sul at Thyferra was vanquished by the means of the Jedi, new tribes of insane, mutated Gungans would roam the walls of the secluded temple sides, which were built like mocking, decaying monuments that somewhat resembled the old Massassi temples on Yavin 4 and other worlds, where the ancient Sith race set foot on. The forces of Zhori the Hungerer remained, for the defeat of their master was merely a setback.
Though few garrisons of Dominion troopers were present to protect the local shield generators around some of the major temple sites, Abraxin showed the Dominion's feral side more than any other world ever could. Unlike on other planets, the native Barabel mercenaries have a high presence within the planet's ground forces with the individual mercenary captains giving through the command chains.
With some of the local marsh haunts enslaved and altered by the Dark to serve the biddings of the Sorcerers, these maurauders benefit from the "gouvernment" of the Dominion overlords, recieving free food and weapons from agricultural worlds within Dominion space alongside slaves from other worlds to do their bidding in return for protection and loyality towards the Dominion.
The Prophet's cult has shifted the local Barabel's society tremendously, as beliefs about the gods and their sightings on Abraxin caused many of the local communes to adapt their own religious beliefs about these tentacled gods.
Somewhere in the northern hemisphere of the planet areas are provided to form new seeds of The Corruption .
Abraxin was a planet of the gods, a force site holy to those, who worshipped these heralds of apocalypse, corruption and horrors.
In the future it would become one of the major front lines within the war against the forces of the Light - yet the Dark would consume the Light one day, as it was fortold.
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Post by Shaxad on Jan 12, 2021 0:59:54 GMT -8
A great number of monoliths had been constructed upon Abraxin away from many of the more civilized areas. They were designed to draw the power from all living things around them and funnel it into two separate sites, each which contained a massive egg in the centre of a ritual site. Zhori the Hungerer had fallen once, but Vaxhu had promised the Gungans their master would return. And soon he would once more be unleashed upon the plane of the living. But Zhori was not alone in being awoken. For Zaathax the Horned One was also being unleashed. Prisoners and sacrifices were gathered, while followers and spectators flocked to the sites to watch the chaos unfold. The Outer Gods broke free of their eggs and feasted upon all those gathered
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Mar 7, 2021 3:26:46 GMT -8
Dominion presence on Abraxin is still maintained, as the training of future cultists proceeds. With the Rhandite instructors continueing their efforts to teach their scholars, the Sorcerers of Dac grow in numbers, while their pets dwell beneath the surface, as only a small percentage from the breeding grounds gets shipped towards other worlds, alligned with the Prophet and his gods.
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Post by Talon Reaver on Mar 30, 2021 10:42:41 GMT -8
Captain Y’rell and the other peacekeepers cut through the sealed door after a half hour of working and were surprised to find the room filled with several people frozen in carbonite as they swept it. There was no other bodies and after some murmuring and arguing, he cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention.
“I’m not entirely sure who these people are, or why they froze themselves, but I’m positive that this is a former battleship of the Sol Republic. Let’s find the machine to unfreeze them and get this figured out, because they’ve been frozen for at least twenty years. It’s time for them to wake up. Move it or lose it ladies and gentlemen!”
The carbonite machine sat semi detached nearby, the controls dim and offline. The ships power had been in the back half so they brought in a power supply from their town and set to work getting it all working. It took no time at all before the machine flickered to life, and they began preparing the system to start unfreezing the first of the ships crew, a grizzled looking man with a medium length beard, armour all over his body and a face befitting someone in immense pain. While they were working in the hanger. The peacekeepe squad found several more dead, all with the telltale signs of having been dead in space for a very long time. They finally came upon the cockpit and started working on powering the systems back up to discover what had befallen the ship.
Captain Y’rell shook his head as one of his squads technicians plugged away on the terminal for the carbonite machine.
[/font color="#d37b0a"]“I don’t get it, if this was one of the Sol Republics ships, it’s been derelict for two decades since Bassels Betrayal and the fall of the republic. Why did it come down now?” [/font]
One of the Captains men gestured at all of the carbonite blocks with his hand.
[/font color="#d37b0a"]”Maybe it was cut in half or unable to move or make entry after the war. Could be they had one of them AIs that brought it down too. Heard every ship in the republic used to have one onboard to help run things. These people here might have frozen themselves as a last ditch effort to survive if the ship became depressurized too. You seen the outside of this thing? It’s been through hell and back a few times I reckon. Hopefully one of them can answer all our questions once they wake up. Doesn’t carbonite mess with your body though?” [/font]
Y’rell nodded as he studied the face of one of the others, a smaller man with odd markings all over his face and a scowl of pure rage plastered permanently on him.
“When they wake up, they’ll be blind, disoriented, they won’t be all here for a few hours at least. We’ll get them thawed, pray that they weren’t on Bassels side during the war, and if they were, we’ll put them down. I lost my father and older brother in the 90 Minute War because of him. I just wish I could find the bastard to end him myself, but no ones seen him since. Burned the republic down in 90 minutes and then disappears without a trace? Hell of an accomplishment for the former second to Talon Reaver.”
The tech hollered for the Captain as the machine whirred to life and plucked the first carbonite block in front of it up and carefully into the chamber. The peacekeepers in the hanger gathered around it as it ran the dethawing process, weapons gripped tight. The platform raised after a minute or two, steam rolling off the body and the machine hissing various fumes. The man who’s face was contorted with rage earlier now lay there gasping for breathe as he looked around the room.
“Hey don’t move just take it easy. You’ve been frozen in ca-“
“How long?”
“You’ve got your voice still, good. I think it’s been twenty years. If you froze yourselves during Bassels Betrayal, then...”
Y’rell froze as the mans face contorted with rage at the mention of Bassel.
“Your sight will take some time to come back I’m afraid. We have a medical facility in town we’ll take all of you.”
The man shook his head as he was wrapped in a blanket, and stared directly at Y’rell.
“Eyes or no, I can see you just fine Captain. The Force is with me, always. My name is Daka, by the way.”
Captain Y’rells eyes briefly went wide as he recognized the name, but he stayed silent as they helped Daka up and set him on a carrier. He took a long look around and softly counted all the other carbonite blocks in the room. After seeming satisfied with what he could sense, he relaxed as they took him back towards the transports. The machine had begun working on the second carbonite block and Y’rell let out a breathe he’d been holding in as they waited.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jun 30, 2021 23:27:37 GMT -8
A minor rebellion from sides of a smaller Barabel settlement was brought down by the Dominion after some of the locals tried to assault one of the Sorcerer's holy sites within the northern hemispheres of the planet. Though a small ammount of cultists was slain, the lair of Zhori the Hungerer remained well protected by local Sithspawn in the form of mutated Gungans, Deep Ones and other terrible terrors that the Sorcerers had created in order to protect the secret caves beneath their mighty pyramid structures.
Those that survived were sacrificed in honor to the Great One, for the Hungerer's endless desire for flesh had to be maintained.
Further holy sites are under construction within the swamps and marshes in order to satisfy the Dark Gods. Those sects within the Sorcerer cult, that followed the codex of the Knell of Muspili would ensure that Abraxin would become a home to the avatars of many apocalyptic deities that the galaxy had long forgotten.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Nov 28, 2021 6:18:45 GMT -8
Scientific breakthroughs were made by the Sorcerers of the Dominion, when it came to the combination of the Corruption's DNA with the means of Mechu-Deru. In the laboratories beneath the temple complexes, many sacrifices were made to chain biological, self-concious life to durasteel hulls, allowing it to even controll the mechanisms embedded within the steel, yet they would proof themselves worth the effort for it would allow the Quarren Dominion and the Sorcerers to improve existing ships. To enhance them in ways, that would allow them to breach most enemy ships directly.
And more importantly, allow them to spread the infestation.
While the Prophet would continiue on his current crusade, preparations were made to launch another one immidiately. The wharfts of Mon Calamari and Pammant alone wouldn't be enough to keep up the production at this limit, for despite their appreciation for spreading madness even the Sorcerers had to reason this factor.
Now though, with the test results of the new hybrid creatures taking effect, it wouldn't take long for the Quarren Dominion to obtain the demanded ships for a new armada from other worlds.
After all not every ship needs to be built, if it can be simply taken...
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Aug 1, 2022 15:17:07 GMT -8
An eerie silence befell the swamps of Abraxin that was only briefly disturbed by the echoing choirs of dark side cultists, whose pilgrimages along the pyramid monuments could be seen from time to time. Most of the Barabel tribes have already left the region towards the south, leaving ghostly settlements behind as the fear of what the Dominion's sorcerers have bred within the shadows of their structures was far greater than the thought of potential resistance against their masters.
A new generation of Sorcerers was growing up within the gloomy darkness of the swamp world, hailing their mighty gods, that have infested the planet.
The Dark was growing once more... and with it the desire to feast upon this lush galaxy.
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Post by Shaxad on Aug 22, 2022 14:33:17 GMT -8
Much akin to Jabiim, Yogrozil almost immediately started burrowing through the crust of Abraxin to create new cavernous networks to stretch across the underground of the planet. The great world serpents happily ate their fill as they contributed to the greater good of the Dominion. The tunnels would serve well as caches and passageways, but also, like Jabiim, they would also open access to new mineral deposits previously inaccessible due to the swamps above
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