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Post by Kian Ti on Nov 15, 2018 8:42:12 GMT -8
The leader of the Ti Syndicate already thought that the warlord would bring up this argument. It was natural, as slaves weren't a rare rescource. Raid a settlement on a nearly unprotected planet, land the dragon boats, take the villagers and flee before local authorities catch you.
That was one way.
Another one was by raiding a transporter - not always a success, but often enough leading towards a similiar result.
So yes - Kian Ti knew pretty well, that she doesn't need to explain a Zygerrian how to get his slaves. It was already in the nature of their people to get this job done and Nasir D'Nar wasn't an exception. He took slaves either in order to let them work for him or in order to sell them.
Thus her trade offer won't concern the slaves at all. It was never meant to be that way, as Kian Ti hoped to achieve more.
"It is why I decided to donate those two-hundred souls, I harvested with my fleet, to the Ajuur Cartel for free, as I am aware that the methods of the Cartel to obtain slaves are endless", she answered him sweet, being careful about every sentence she spoke, "But the services of trustworthy pirates to do the task are a different thing. I admit that your fleet is impressive - your flagship alone would decimate my own fleet within minutes!"
And neither do I wish to test out whether I just compliment him or speak the truth!
"Yet, our ships are many. People, I bribed, captains I... persuaded into my services, corsairs, who follow the strongest... The Ti Syndicate might be small in numbers, but we are many, organized into small squadrons. We are perfect for the dirty work, making hardly a difference if we lose single ships to hostile engagements or a mutiny.
Yet we can share the profit we make with those promising us a safe haven and their protection within Hutt territory.
A tribute we offer, so to say.
Hoping that the Zygerrian was further interested she continiued after a brief pause.
"I served under the Hutts of Ylesia long enough to know that those, who maintain controll over cartel territory, don't wish to bother with the small fishes every time they made a catch. Cooperating with an organized crew like ours makes the job easier for all of us, as we can effectively send out our ships at the same time - we coordinate the harvest, where mere pirate captains raid on a pointless routine.
Those 200 slaves we send you as a give will only be a portion of what we are able to accomplish. In exchange for weapons, ships and whatever helps to improve the Syndicate, we wish to work under the Ajuur Cartel directly."
It was only a logical decision.
Follow the strongest and become stronger at the same time. Kian Ti knew that she would have to proof her words in front of the Zygerrian, but it was a prize she would accept. No matter how dire the tasks would be with which the Cartel would test her, it would help the Syndicate - and thus her own plans - to endure.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2018 17:17:33 GMT -8
Zordo The HuttNasir remains silent, contemplating upon the words of Kian Ti. A treaty of slaves and a portion of their business in exchange for weapons, ships and other necessities that could aid in the Ti Syndicate's future. The Zygerrian suspected that this would be a bit much for him to truly negotiate on behalf of the Hutt Cartel, Zordo's wishes were both known and unknown. Certainly, his employer and superior would desire to ensure that the interests of the Cartel were fully achieved if this agreement was to be at all beneficial. The humanoid turns to an empty space between the two of them, looking at nothing it seemed for a moment.Mighty Zordo, I hope you heard everything that was said.With those words, the leader of the Ajuur Cartel appeared through a holotransmission. A projector had been left on the floor, but allowed audio for a time to ensure Zordo could listen in on what was being said. The Zygerrian turns to the Kaminoan, gesturing respectfully to holo-image of the Hutt between them.Lady Ti, may I present to you the leader of the Ajuur Cartel, the Mighty and Illustrious Zordo the Hutt.The Zygerrian then rises and bows to the Hutt.Mighty Zordo, it seems that fortune smiles upon us today. For not only is Kessel being pacified, but an offer, as you heard, has been placed before us. This Kaminoan with me is Kian Ti of the Ti Syndicate. It seems they operate within this region of space and are slavers as well. It appears that she has also served under your kin from Ylesia in the past... an experience that may be beneficial in negotiating a proper agreement.
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Nov 15, 2018 18:05:11 GMT -8
The hologram had spang to life as Nasir asked if the Hutt had heard everything. Listening to the introductions, Zordo inclined his head towards the Kaminoan. With a short, guttural chuckle, the Hutt spoke in Huttese to the Kaminoan.
"Ho ho, the Ti Syndicate. Small time. But their reputation is well earned, from what I've been told."
Taking a haul from his hookah that was sitting in front of him, the Hutt inhaled deeply, then exhaled, the smoke drifting out of the projection.
"A mere 200 slaves isn't worth what you ask, Lady Ti. But perhaps a counter offer can be made? Select your finest slaves, the best of the best, and hand them over to Nasir. All of them. He will ensure they fetch a fine price on Nar Shaddaa. If they fetch enough coin to cover my investment into your Syndicate, you can consider yourself officially under the protection of the Cartel..."
The Hutt trailed off, thinking on how he could twist this deal to still benefit him. Nasir's market on Nar Shaddaa was the finest one with in ten systems. So it was entirely possible that the Ti Syndicate's finest slaves would fetch enough coin to repay this investment. But, there had to be some sort of deal if they didn't...
"Tell me, Lady Ti, your Syndicate's reputation is well known to some, less so to others. What else are you capable of doing, aside from slaving? I have plenty of slavers, but if I flood the market with slaves, I end up losing money...what else can you offer the Cartel in exchange for its services and protection?"
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Post by Kian Ti on Nov 16, 2018 3:47:08 GMT -8
Once she had respectfully nodded towards the holographic image of the Hutt, as he appeared, Ti carefully listened, as she had already feared for this to happen. D'Nar was wise to appreciate the council of the Hutt, since they controlled the underworld, but it nontheless changed that it would make the negotiations harder again. Luckily she was somewhat prepared.
"We can double the gift easily, while I would tripple the offer if my crew is allowed to raid further targets - by chance my Trandoshan officers located a few promising regions in the Outer Rim where we could obtain more workforces", she replied dutiful, while being glad, that the Hutt was switching the topic, "As for the Syndicate itself, we are specialized in more than just reaving - the later is however key to most of our operations. On Bilbousa and other storages, we have our warehouses, full of materials we either obtained ourselves or traded from other groups - without those goods, the Syndicate wouldn't exist in the first place. Here and there we find some interesting goods, which we can sell for a high prize - which in return we utilize to improve the fleet. The Nebulon-Bs, we have, were obtained this way."
She briefly paused in hopes that her explanation wouldn't make the Hutt impatient.
"In services of the cartel, we would be up to any task, you would ask me", Ti concluded friendly, "Apart from other Kaminoans, who consider me as an abomination, I can partake in diplomatic missions of any kind, solving problems either subtle or the hard way, if wished. While apart from raiding I can offer the Cartel the military services of my fleet as well. It's mostly frigates and cruisers, I have to offer, but we hope to change it in the future.
At the same time we can also fulfill smuggling or trade tasks for the Cartel, as we use our freighters for multiple occassions. Shipping off slaves, sending over spice, escorting important persons unseen - nothing, what a Dragonboat or a Grek-class shuttle couldn't accomplish.
We are creative when it comes to our assets and can adapt - a gift, not every pirate leader is blessed with."
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Nov 29, 2018 11:39:26 GMT -8
The hologram of the Hutt merely observed the Kaminoan as she spoke. She enunciated clearly and spoke well, for a pirate leader. Clearly well educated. Both a capable leader of soldiers as well as a diplomat if need be. Useful. Very useful. She would definitely be of use to the Cartel. Nodding, the Hutt spoke to the Kaminoan in Huttese once more.
"Hearing from the head of the Syndicate itself, I believe your reputation speaks for itself. Your skills and versatility would be an asset to the Cartel. An asset that I would prefer to have, rather than lose to one of my competitors. Consider yourself under the employ of the Hutt Cartel, Lady Ti. I'm sure you will find our services most satisfactory. Nasir, if you wouldn't mind relieving Lady Ti of her offer once Kessel has been secured, I'm sure you will find some work that needs to be done."
Inclining his head respectfully and then the hologram dissipated, leaving the Zygerrian and the Kaminoan alone for the time being. Zordo would definitely meet the leader of the Ti Syndicate again soon.
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Post by Kian Ti on Dec 5, 2018 15:40:44 GMT -8
The green-eyed Kaminoan looked somewhat pleased towards the warlord of Nar Shaddaa with expecting eyes.
It was good that the Ajuur Cartel gave her and her Syndicate protection - for the future it would make certain deals easier to achieve, she noted somewhat pleased regarding the outcome of the talk. Whether the Zygerrian shared the Hutt's judgement hardly bothered her, but it was nontheless wise to have him on her side as well. Thus she remained for the moment in her diplomatic stance.
"If there is anything how I could help out the Cartel or if there is a task, warlord, I would be pleased to hear it as well", she solely said, "As it seems we have now mutual interests."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2018 21:48:28 GMT -8
With negotiations concluded, by the looks of things, it seemed that the Cartel had gained the services of yet another asset. Nasir would have to wait and see if Kian would live up to the words she spoke of. The Zygerrian doubt she would remain long if Zordo lost faith in her. With Kessel's capture, Nasir had proven the need to expand, somewhat, and gain new sources of revenue and trade for the Cartel to utilize. With control over the spice mines of Kessel, crews and gangs would be lining up to gain favorable deals with the Ajuur Cartel which would only swell the coffers even further.
For now, Kian Ti, I would suggest you take your crew to Nar Shaddaa and set up an embassy and headquarters there. The taskmasters, in my employment, will help in ensuring your goods are integrated into the market and that funds begin to go into your pockets. Of course, though, the Cartel gets a slice of the profits.
Nasir pondered on what Zordo would desire and decided to make the suggestion.
Mighty Zordo, and the AJuur Cartel, would certainly want 25% of your monthly profits.
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Post by Kian Ti on Dec 7, 2018 4:26:42 GMT -8
Seeing the reasoning in this offer, it didn't took the Kaminoan pirate leader to accept it.
"A benevolent tribute, we gladly accept", she replied in agreement, "Nar Shaddaa isn't an uncommon place, so I already have some places here and there in mind, which could work out for our buiseness."
A brief pause followed, before she continiued.
"If I am absent or on missions regarding the Syndicate or the Cartel, which is likely for most of the times, you will find me on board of the Varn, my inofficial flagship.", Kian Ti added with a dry smile, "Keeping an eye on the harvest and the collection is always healthy for the buiseness."
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Post by Captain Xakic Kannue on Apr 9, 2021 19:57:07 GMT -8
*The freighter came into Kessel orbit.*Kannue hailed the surface on a very secure link*
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Post by Pox Bubonic on Apr 9, 2021 20:22:32 GMT -8
*Freighters came up and down from the surface. Ship after ship. These were small but the ship had its payload in a,short time*
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Post by Captain Xakic Kannue on Apr 9, 2021 20:37:55 GMT -8
*The loading was slow but all things considered these people really worked with proficiency. Kannureee watching was impressed to one he yelled* -Kannue- "Long live the Empire!!!" * Smooth like a baby's bottom. And as the last freighter departed, the Captain proclaimed* -Kannue- "Home James!" * The ship turned and cruised across orbit making the jump to hyperspace and was gone gone gone*
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Post by Dragus on Sept 12, 2023 23:38:55 GMT -8
A black dagger of Imperial steel and monstrous marvel of mechanical lethality threaded the eye of the maelstrom as the Night Lord lurched out of hyperspace, approaching the planet of Kessel through the narrow window in the nebulous storm that enshrouded it. Dark as the starless void itself, the Tector-class Star Destroyer brought its octuple barbette turbolasers to bear, lighting the night sky with emerald lances of death that obliterated anything in its path. Civilian and commercial vessels alike were caught like fish in a barrel, while the dreadful dreadnought barged its way into orbit, smashing aside holonet relays and satellites with its impervium ramming prow. The reinforced wedge was already proven on the field of battle. The Night Lord was a survivor of the NOE invasion of Corellia, having carved its way through the metallic guts of a golan defense platform, adding another notch to its already extensively marked belt. It showed neither complacency nor mercy; if it moved, it died. Within minutes the belching barrels of its cannons had transformed the system into a ruin strewn debris field. Even then this hungry void predator didn't rest on its success, quickly turning its attention to the surface of the planet, reducing any and all resistance to ash.
Dark Apostle Jeric Cretin, one of the original and few remaining Five Talons of Dragus, stood on the bridge with his powerful muscular arms crossed over his shadow silken swathed chest. Black eyes peered out the main view-port at the destructive blooms of turbolaser fire erupting across the surface of Kessel, each a calculated pin-point strike designed as much to inspire fear as they were to sow death. Corrupted as he was by the insidious currents of the malevolent fey, the fiendish acolyte and commander of the Night Lord allowed himself a moment's pleasure, smiling as the first waves of emotion transmuted to despair reached him.
Following close behind the frightful dreadnought was the gunmetal hued wedge of a Vindicator-class heavy cruiser. Though its own banks of light turbolaser turrets were silent, squadrons of shrieking TIE Interceptors screeched from its hangar like feral flocks of hawkbats, hunting down fleeing ships and clearing the way for assault shuttles headed for the surface. Like the Night Lord, the Necromancer had been pulled from its post, tasked with the same orders: bring Kessel to heel. TIE Bombers carrying seismic charges jockeyed for position as they hurtled into the atmosphere, intent on releasing their deadly ordnance on major civilian centers. Assault shuttles carrying Sith Trooper equipped Nu-Jakes followed on their heels, intent to take the capital.
To further the latest set of experiments by the Dark Apothecary, he required the spice mines of Kessel. Or more specifically, he required the glitterstim that they produced. Thus, the foul machinations of Famine had arrived to see the bloody task done.
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Post by Valefor on Sept 17, 2023 19:43:44 GMT -8
The Felstorm tore free of Hyperspace into orbit above the Spice World of Kessel, soon followed by 5 Scourge-class Destroyers and 4 Marr-Class Devastators. As Dragus had promised, his forces had already begun their planet cracking operations, with the tactical holo-display table lighting up almost immediately with readouts. Ships in orbit, armies swarming across the surface. Death had come to Kessel and there would be few that survived the carnage. Such moments reminded him to try remain on the Dark Apothecary's good side for the time being.
Droid Crews down in the hangar bays ran their last checks upon the trio of C-9979 Modular Frigates which currently stood filled with a Necronid Hive from Geonosis and that were eager to see their new home. Zevene had been both pleased and disgruntled by the expansion of her children to a new world. It signalled the Necronid's usefulness to the Eternal cause, but it was also likely that she would never see her daughter again. All good things had their cost and this one was a cost Zevene had eventually conceded.
Valefor studied the map whilst one of his comms officers opened a line to the Night Lord to get a status update to better determine their next course of option: orbital support or landing parties, or perhaps both
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Post by Dragus on Sept 18, 2023 11:01:35 GMT -8
"Milord." Spoke the colourless lips of an umbaran officer seated at the Night Lord's comm-station. Like all the cultists serving aboard the black ship, he was garbed in a tattered uniform soiled with filth, a testament to the depravity that had taken place in its lightless decks. The lack of illumination was one of the main reasons the dark dreadnought was crewed near exclusively by cruel hearted umbarans and beady eyed ranats. The latter relied more heavily on scent as a means of orienting themselves, while the former whose eyes allowed them to see in the ultraviolet spectrum, were used to the unending twilight of their own radiation soaked home-world. The cultist, whose forehead was a knot of ugly scar tissue after the brand of the All-Seeing Eye had been removed from his its place above his ill sunken eyes, continued as he addressed the Dark Acolyte Jerec Cretin seated in the obsidian command throne in the centre of the bridge deck. "The Felstorm is requesting instruction."
Jerec removed his naked hand from the perfectly smooth and spherical nihil smokestone palantÃr he had been using to communicate wordlessly with his deranged draconian master. Lines of corruption spiderwebbed across his face as the blue veins beneath his near translucent flesh seemed to writhe like worms devouring a corpse. His hand bled contrails of sorcerous smoke as he lifted it from the wicked blue orb, blowing the fading wisps away, then turning his shorn head towards the cultist that had disturbed his dark communion with the Famine Lord.
"The Great Devourer has personally confirmed the spice mines have been secured and emptied of their previous inhabitants." He stated as the corner of his mouth curled into a sinister sneer. "Inform them that the hive may proceed at their own pleasure; however, inquire about their starfighter complement. We could use a hand widening the net, as it were. I'd hate to provide any of these smugglers and citizens an opportunity to escape."
Fat chance. Those not already blown out of the sky had risked the Akkadese Maelstrom, seeking safety in its hostile depths. Suicidal for certain, for if the large chunks of rock and ice didn't smash them to metal ribbons and the Maw itself didn't swallow them up, then surely the summa-verminoth would. He'd hate for the creature to ruin its appetite before sampling the Dark Apothecary's insanely inspired Potage Aux Esclave.
While the comms-cultist delivered said instructions to the Felstorm and its accompanying fleet, the Tector-class Star Destroyer continued to pound away at the surface of Kessel, now targeting the lush sanctuaries of the southern hemisphere.
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Post by Valefor on Sept 20, 2023 14:33:12 GMT -8
When queried about their starfighters, Beelzebub replied in the affirmative. Instead of getting bogged down in discussions, the Felstorm and the Scourge-class Destroyers discharged their fighter compliments out onto the hunt. The Marr-Class Devastators moved on the hunt whilst staying out of the Maelstrom. Anyone crazy enough to risk the storm and the beast within that survived deserved to escape. With that request tended to, the C-9979's sitting in the Felstorm's hangar bays lifted off and emerged from the Star Pyramid.
It was quite the sight watching the three red Modular Frigates pass through the shields and be birthed from the Felstorm. Several Maladi-Class Starfighters pulled into formation around the ships as they descended for the surface to deliver the Necronids and allow the Forge Master to inspect the new Forge World
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Post by Dragus on Sept 24, 2023 4:52:59 GMT -8
Crimson coloured TIE Interceptors peeled away from the gaseous edge of the Maelstrom, pulling off their pursuit of smugglers fleeing into the deadly cloud, the Necromancer's commander not foolish enough to risk his precious Nu-Jake pilots on such a reckless task. Emerald bolts of coherent laser ripped apart the rest, those too meek to enter the inhospitable space anomaly that served to sate the ravenous appetite of the Maw.Meanwhile the Night Lord had taken up position over the southern hemisphere of the planet, where great thunderous lances of brilliant light set the forests ablaze close to the palace of Kessel's former royalty. As you might imagine, the Sith Eternal had no intention of acknowledging the regents claim or position, deigning instead to scour his entire line from existence. Great plumes of roaring flame rose up into the atmosphere, jettisoned fire and molten rock into the void where it rapidly cooled, then drifted into the Maelstrom to join the hazardous debris field of rock and ice.Using a combination of tractor beams and massive wrought Sith iron chains, tugs dragged two Golan III Space Defense Novaguns along the beacon lit path, towards the opening where Kessel came into view. They were already crewed by faceless fleet technicians, black uniformed officers, and of course the gammaplast plated troopers serving as security. The jagged teeth of large clamps, reminiscent of void bound bear traps, released their hold on the defense platforms, allowing their maneuvering jets to take over as they settled into their new position.Finally, the same Y-45 armoured transport hauler that had delivered the Dark Apothecary's dark cauldron, rose up out of the atmosphere with the black coloured cooking pot clasped between its gantry arms. The hunger cultist piloting the craft saluted a trio of interceptors as they shrieked by, before heading back through the Maelstrom on its journey to return the cauldron to Draggle Rock. The Potage Aux Esclave was currently stored in small tanker craft, awaiting direction from the Great Devourer. Once he completed his business in Kessendra, the Hungering One would deliver the slave stew to the summa-verminoth personally, despite the risk.
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Post by Dragus on Oct 1, 2023 7:43:45 GMT -8
With the orbit around the steaming spice world of Kessel a ruinous graveyard of ships, and the surface of the planet alit with wrathful orange flame, the Night Lord and Necromancer began to pull back into the narrow passage through the Maelstrom. Two orbital battery platforms served sentinel in their place, with their potent turbolaser cannons trained on the surface rather then on the tunnel through the cloud. Both wedge shaped arbiters of death and destruction streaked into the extra-dimensional plane of hyperspace, accelerating to lightspeed on their journey towards the Cloak of the Sith. Each of the reapers of sentient life were destined for decommission, as the Dark Apothecary's fleet bound forces were due to be reorganized into the Greater Roon Remnants 2nd Fleet. Shooting stars filled the night sky over Kessel, as wrecked refuse was pulled towards the bleeding world by gravity, burning up through the atmosphere before pit-marking the surface of the planet.As Famine was often fond of saying: bring only death, and leave only carrion. It was a message absolutely delivered.
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Post by Dragus on Nov 5, 2023 7:11:41 GMT -8
Continued from here.* Thrakk rolled his eyes out of sight of his new Master as he gripped the controls of the ship and gradually ushered the vessel up into the air. With a few creaks and rattles that ship made during lift off soon began to lessen and then onl the sounds of the engines could be heard as Thrakk had become accustomed to the controls as the ship rocketed towards orbit. Thrakk was pleased that he was allowed to pilot the vessel, it gave him some brief respite from the Dark Apothecary and his motley crew. Allowing for the young Sith to reflect on the events that had just recently transpired and to find some sort of center within the darkside that was now seated deep inside of him and seeping throughout his body.
He was not in any sort of good mood to say the least but Thrakk did think about what the other Sith in the Eternal Order would be like and what they had to offer. He would not assign himself to just the Dark Apothecary, he would do his best to learn from as many of the other members of the Sith as he could. For Thrakk knew it would expediate his growth in power and knowledge of the Darkside.. But he could not sit idle and relish in his own thoughts or emotions for to long as he knew that Dragus would sense these feelings through the force and probably assume them to be some sort of misgivings. The consequences he would rather not deal with at the moment while confined to the vessel. Thrakk slightly turns his head towards his right shoulder and speaks out to Dragus* " We are approaching orbit, how do wish to proceed ? "
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Nov 7, 2023 19:56:59 GMT -8
Thrakk understood his Master's tidings for he spoke the truth about the darkside of the force. He knew all too well from the tales of his youth of past Jedi and Sith that had been vexed by the allure of the darkness while seeking out its power only to become consumed by it and driven into madness. For the nexus of the dark side was a bottomless abyss and one could loose themselves easily within it if not careful. Unlike the teachings of the Jedi that preached that one should flow with the lightside of force and let it guide you, carry you, while you become it's instrument and follow its will; the darkside was a whole different entity entirely. For it like Dragus had said, a Sith must learn to harness the power of the darkside and become its Master not its slave.
Thrakk had been hesitant to dive back into the wellspring of the darkside, he feared the thought of losing himself, of losing control. It called to him, like a siren wishing to drag him back into its bottomless depths. For even though he had only dipped slightly into it before in order to give himself the power he needed to defeat his opponent on the surface of Kessel, that brief immersion into the darkside left him craving or more. A seduction to a power that he knew was just barely out of reach, but he would not falter before it and let is take him and lead him astray. He would mold it to his will like blacksmith beating upon hot durasteel, Thrakk would make the darkside his instrument to wield.
The small vessel rattled as the torrents of energy within the Maelstom began to pull at in what seemed like all directions, at first he fought it. Gripping the steering array and trying to force the vessel to head his control. Pushing the thruster to full, the sound of the engines under strain began to fill his ears. Thrakk knew that the ship could not take much more of this, he initially thinks to divert his course and head back to try and plot a knew course, but that would only result in failure.This was a test from His Master and one he would need to pass if he had any hope in continuing down his path to power. Thrakk closes his eyes, his own inner emotions fuel his connection to the force. Soon his senses are cleared, the sounds of the ship, the noxious smell from the rancid Saurians breath all begin to disappear. Through the force he guides the ship, using the newfound power he had available to him, the young Sith also uses force energy to form around the vessel. Actively holding the ship together and allowing it pass through the torrents of the Maelstrom. Sweat begins to form across his brow as his body soon begins to feel the exertions of utilizing the darkside, for even though he had great potential; his body was not yet accustomed to this new strain on his being. For as much as the darkside can give, it will also take. In the end there is always a price for Power.
The ship banks and rolls as Thrakk directs it into the void, only a handful of pilots would be able to make this achievement, but his resolve would win this day *
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Post by Dragus on Nov 8, 2023 7:45:27 GMT -8
The price paid by those that utilized the Darkside was deep indeed. Once it had sunk its hooks into your soul, it was difficult to escape its cursed embrace, slowly corrupting you into something unfamiliar and eventually unrecognizable from what you once were. The transformation was sinisterly subtle, offering the promise of power as it slowly picked you apart piece by fractured piece, a malevolent metamorphosis into a monstrous avatar of murder and greed. But that promise...it wasn't entirely a lie. Power was there to be harnessed and commanded by those with a strong enough will to anchor themselves against the ruinous tides of the great ocean of hate and misery. Endless power.
In the co-pilots chair in front of the lecherous lizard lord's seated saurian self, the scabrous sentient rat Squeakers clawed at the command console, diverting power from the weapons systems to the deflector shields. Dragus held a cupped claw to his right ear hole, listening to the fizzle and pop of smaller stones and gritty cosmic dust disintegrated against the Bad Bantha's particle protection. The smaller debris could do little harm with the shields up, keeping the sublight turbines free of the rocks and ice that threatened to choke them. It was the larger carbonbergs that drifted in from every direction that were the far more pressing threat, as they smashed together in a deadly ballet that sent meteor sized hail across their path. Dragus gripped the cracked leather of the chair in front of him tightly, until his razor edged talons slit open the fabric to expose the foam underneath. He was unusually quiet during this part of the journey, where even a Sith of his stature felt some nervousness at the possibility of being crushed and ground to a meaty paste. The only sound was the suctioning slurp of the hollowed out hilt he used for a straw, sucking back the chilled duros slurry in his cup.
As they neared the expansive vacuum of the Maw, the gunship groaned beneath the increased gravitational strain on its hull, creaking and crying in mechanical protest. The tides of the Maelstrom shifted the closer they got to their dangerous destination, causing the debris field to become more dense and tightly packed together, as though the walls were closing in around them. Everything in the vicinity was being pulled in the same direction. Behind and to the right of Thrakk, the Dark Apothecary closed his eyes and focused his incredible mind on their surroundings, willing the walls of rock away with a telekinetic tug here or there, aiding in what little way he could at the moment. Whether he liked it or not, their lives were currently in the Thrysian's pale hands. The saurian's scaled brow crinkled as he felt something stirring further ahead, a presence far eclipsing his own in the sheer scale of its physical size, larger even than the Sith Wyrm or Sea Leviathan he so recently resurrected from the pages of history.
"Do you feel that, Thrakk?" Hissed the Blood Wyrm in the carefully concentrating pilot's ear. "We're almossst there. Only a little further now. I can sssee the light ssswallowing centre of the Maw jussst ahead."
And he was right, a few thousand kilometers ahead of their current flight path was the massive celestial event, now causing the deck to vibrate beneath their feet as even time began to distort so close to the blackholes edge. Despite the hostility of this place, they weren't alone. That massive life force stirred from its slumber, breaking from its fever dream of gluttonizing on the gooey innards of exogorths and colossus wasps. The summa-verminoth had awoken.
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