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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Nov 29, 2023 19:09:44 GMT -8
* Coughing as he inhaled the smoke coming from the different electric issues throughout the command consoles in front of him, his fingers glide across several screens; his vision is filled with a myriad of flashes and as warning signatures and several other alerts blink rapidly. Slamming his fist into a blaring alarm speaker the sound cuts out with a static hiss, Thrakk looks over at Squekerz *
" You heard your Master, keep the ship moving throughout the city"
* Thrakk gets out of his pilot seat and switches the controls to an auto-pilot sequence laid out over the city. Moving to the center of the vessel, he removes a Maintenace panel and begins to reset fuses and reroute wiring. After a few moments some of the ships systems are once again provided power but for how long, well that would be up to luck. Thrakk turns to the other remaining crew members*
" Get working on the ship now !!! Remove any paneling that you can from the interior and weld them into the exposed hull fractures"
* Thrakk moves over to a manual control lever and after pulling the switch down, vents open up giving a release to the smoke filling up the interior of the Bad Bantha. Once this is completed, he moves to the rear of the vessel and with a few seconds of tinkering is able to bypass the central valves and routes the remaining fuel reserves straight into the repulsors. Looking back towards Dragus, Thrakk yells out over the sounds of the ship*
" This should buy us enough time to keep us into the air for few more minutes. How about we go get us a wyrm/ "
* Thrakk prepares to open the entry hatch of the Bad Bantha *
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Post by Dragus on Nov 29, 2023 20:11:01 GMT -8
The furry members of the Famine Lord's flock scrambled to follow Thrakk's orders, prying open panels with hydrospanners and utility tools with the speed of desperation, lighting plasma torches and plugging holes wherever they were found. All except Lil'Havok, that is, who still had two days of vacation time left. The blind little bear seemed oblivious to the chaos within the close confines of the gunship, swinging in a hammock secured to the top of the lower cargo bay, sipping from a coconut drink with a small umbrella. Dragus stalked after his quick witted comrade and approached the rear hatch, placing his claw on the door controls and opening the interior of the vessel to the elements outside. Wind roared past as the Bad Bantha zoomed over the city, drawing out some of the smoke that was obscuring their vision and tickling their throats.
"Indeed, Misssuer Valinor." He said, reaching up with his right claw to grab hold of a low hanging cable to steady himself near the edge of the open hatch. With the whipping of wind he had to shout just to be heard, flecking the air with blood and spit that sprayed back into the hold as he spoke. "We need to get down there and find an elevated posssition to confront the creature. Thiz won't be like what you were taught by the Jedi. There will be no calming the sssumma-verminoth. We mussst dominate itz mind. Dessspite itz incredible sssize, itz beassst brain iz not much different than our furry friendz here. It can be brought to heel by a ssstrong will. Our will."
A crunch and shriek of tearing steel echoed across the skyline as the mighty space squid smashed into the top of Cloud City, burying its gnarly razor beak into the upper levels, piercing bulkheads and chewing through metallic alloy like a rancor with a mouthful of gamorrean. Screaming citizens were sucked up into its suctioning maw, their flesh dissolving in seconds by acidic saliva secreted from its glands. It tentacles plunged themselves into the exposed layers, sweeping across decks open to the sky and snatching up fleeing aliens with its leathery adhesive flesh, flash frying them into smoking barbecue as electrical voltage crackled along its long lengths. In short order the Bad Bantha was forgotten about in favor of a far easier meal.
"Come on!" Roared Dragus, releasing the cable and leaping out the open hatch. His feather clad form see to sweep towards the roof of the repulsor lifted city, like a hungry vulture swooping down after sighted prey. At the last moment the Blood Wyrm released a measure of telekinetic force, slowing his descent as his claws touched down on the pristine dome and slid across its smooth surface, gouging furrows in the metal as sparks spat from the point of contact. He took a moment to smooth his cloak, flapping in the wind, waiting for Thrakk to join him.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Dec 2, 2023 2:12:37 GMT -8
* Thrakk nods as he understood what Dragus had said, there would be no soothing the chaotic mind of the creature. They would break its will and bring it to heel under his Master's control. As his clothing whipped about him, Thrakk turns to the crew of the Bad Bantha giving a cavalier two fingered salute as calmy falls backwards out of the craft. His free fall was the only moment of peace he had since leaving Kessel, it was a refreshing feeling like taking in your first morning breath after a frost had set in. He allowed himself this brief moment of respite. Closing his eyes feeling the slight collection of moisture linger to his body as fell through the clouds.
Brining his senses back into focus, Thrakk watched as the massive creature begins to sow havoc on the city the below, he could feel the fear and death now permeating the force as the result of the creature's devastation. He began to feel anger towards himself as he knew that he had caused this, the destruction of so many lives all so that his Master could acquire a new pet. Thrakk pushes those thoughts aside as he knew that they would only cloud his connection to the force and the actions at hand. Similar to Dragus, he uses the force to slow his descent, but it is not enough. The indecision, the conflict now forming within him was unknowingly causing an adverse reaction to his connection to the force. Grasping the hilt of his lightsaber, he ignites the weapon. The cyan blue blade flickers to life as if almost hesitant before its full length is then displayed. Burying the blade in the duracrete siding of the building, Thrakk is then slowed down enough to land in a crouch a few feet back behind Dragus. Quizically looking down at his lightsaber, Thrakk wonders if it was just the exhaustion beginning to take its toll and his eyes where just playing tricks on him or was there something more going on with his weapon. He was also concerned about the fact that he had to even use the lightsaber to slow himself in the first place. He had made leaps like that a dozen times over and had not yet ever had an issue with using the force to control himself upon landing.
Thrakk moves his head back and forth as if to shake the thoughts from his head and refocus before walking up behind Dragus, standing a few behind his Master's right shoulder. His blade still humming casually at his side. *
"This section of the city will not last much longer...What is your plan ? "
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Post by Dragus on Dec 2, 2023 5:46:43 GMT -8
Good question. There were a lot of distractions to occupy the void kraken's ire while they attempted to get closer to it, but in the same vein that would make it difficult to gain the creature's attention, which would be essential if they were to dominate its mind. He looked up as a rust red cloud-car zoomed overhead, streaking towards the rampaging summa-verminoth as it tore apart the city, plate by metal plate. It would be next to impossible to get the mighty monster to focus on them for any length of time if it was being shot at by Cloud City's organized defenders. They would need to do something about that first.
Dragus snapped the length of his tail against the ground, scattering sparks as the motion awoke the ultrasonic vibration generator housed in his tail spike, causing the serrated edges to glow an ember orange as the humming blade grew blistering hot and coughed acrid black smoke. Flexing his toe talons, he elicited a grating screech as his digits gained purchase on the floor beneath them, preparing his lower half to spring forwards like a coiled serpent. "It iz sssaid that thessse creaturez posssesss a limited sssentience. Let uz sssee that itz dining experience iz a pleasssant one, by firssst dealing with thossse that would interrupt itz meal." He raised a closed claw and extended his index talon towards the monstrous space squid, just as another pair of cloud cars raced by, spitting coherent red globs of blaster fire at the creature like a swarm of agitated hornets defending a hive. "Perhapz it will find an ally in uz, and we a window in thiz ssstorm of chaoz to focuz our collective will to bend the beassst to our purpossse." His lips parted to reveal rows of glistening fangs. "The prey waitz."
Snarling in feral anticipation, the black scaled barabel sprang across the roof section in the direction of the beast, churning duracrete into gravel underfoot as he raced forwards recklessly. Spinning mid sprint, he planted his tail in the ground and dragged it across a durasteel plate bolted to the surface, prying it free with a tear of groaning metal. Summoning his anger as he closed his claw, he prized the squarish plate from the ground with a telekinetic tug and sent it flying through the air towards one of the cloud cars zipping around the void kraken, spewing stinging bolts. The metal plate spun end over end, expertly reaching its target as it picked up speed like a rotor blade, striking the middle segment of the repulsor craft and sheering through the link. The two severed halves spun out of control before spiraling into the ground, exploding as they collided with the street below.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Dec 4, 2023 13:00:39 GMT -8
* As Thrakk watches the now bisected ship crash, fiery pieces of metallic shrapnel expel into the surrounding area. Debris continues to fall from the upper towers of the city section before them as the Kraken climbs, it's tentacles smashing through or crushing any obstacle before it as it gains ground. Moving forward into a sprint, the newly made Sith Apprentice intends to take this fight forward and in doing so hopefully save the remainder of the city. There was no need for senseless destruction, he wanted to complete the objective and then get out. Take Dragus's prize back to wherever his Master intended to keep the beast and then continue forth with own pursuit of power.
With the destruction of the Cloud Car, it would only be a matter of time before the Cloud City security forces recognized that they were also a threat as well as the Kraken. With that came the first set of deaths that Thrakk would incur, as security officers that had been assisting in the rescue and recovery efforts now lay prone and lifeless with scorched slash marks covering their bodies. They did not draw their weapons on Thrakk as seeing his cyan colored blade must have thought he was a Jedi before he had struck them down. Standing over those he had killed, Thrakk can hear one of the guards comlinks rattle off directions towards other security forces in the city. *
"zZzrt...Move all forces to...zZzrt....Center...zZzrt...Defend the Core...zZrt"
* Thrakk takes an interest to the message he had just overheard; this would make things easier depending on how the Kraken reacted. If the the populace and security forces moved to the center of the city, their prey could lose interest and allow for them to engage it once again directly. Unless the great beast decides to tunnel after them, which then would most likely lead to this part of the cities destruction and all of them falling in the Gas Clouds below. *
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Post by Dragus on Dec 5, 2023 11:32:16 GMT -8
While the summa-verminoth was flattered by the aid of the two intrepid Sith, their assistance was entirely unnecessary. What Cloud Cars had the misfortune of firing upon its monstrous bulk of thick mineral encrusted silicon flesh were quickly caught in its mass of tentacles. If the occupants within weren't instantly squeezed into a gory paste inside the cockpit of their crushed craft, then they were flash fried by the electrical current charging through its ridiculously long limbs, crisping them into delicious barbecue that it shoved unceremoniously into its tooth lined maw. Some popped like grapes, the jelly of their goo-ified innards bleeding from cracked canopies and quickly slurped up for the delectable morsels they were. All it took was a single intake of breath to vacuum the citizens out in the open into its snapping beak, swallowing most whole while chewing through those caught along its edges in crunchy little sinuous cracks. Even at a distance, Dragus could sense the supreme satisfaction of the void-kraken as it gluttonized itself on the population of Cloud City, feeling somewhat envious himself of the delicious feast set out before it. He made a mental note to help himself to a few of the natives before he and Thrakk moved on to their next destination. It was always wise to try the local cuisine.
Chup-choppa yub narp, feasi-day. Obi sky, uncha. The comlink in the alchemy satchel riding against the Dark Apothecary's hip squawked in ewokese, as Lil'Bacca filled the villainous draconian in on the damage sustained to the Bad Bantha. Apparently Squeakers had set the ship down at a platform on the far side of the city, opposite the current destruction going on. By the sounds of it, repairing the vessel was going to take a few days, more time than the sinister saurian intended to spend in this wretched light lit city in the clouds. They'd have to secure transport off-world once they were done with their current task, assuming they weren't eaten themselves. It was never clear what to expect when dealing with a drugged giant space squid on a rampage, he knew from first hand experience. "Yez, yez." He hissed into the speaker after snatching the device from his bag. "Sssee to it az quick az you can. We'll rendezvous at the Ark Diabolicuz after. Now if you don't mind, I'm a bit busssy." He tossed the comlink device over his shoulder before his furry flock-mate had a chance to respond, returning his attention to the summa-verminoth as it loomed larger before him, an unfortunate consequence of getting much nearer to the gargantuan beast.
Spying the Thyrsian across the way, standing with his lit cyan blade amongst the smoking dismembered bodies of Cloud City's security forces, he brought a claw to his brow and pressed two talons to his scalp, focusing his thoughts on Thrakk. He projected those thoughts into words, telepathically broadcasting them to his young apprentice until the former Jedi could feel Dragus' presence slithering around in his mind.
<< I do believe it'z time. Gather your witz and sharpen you thoughtz into a blade. Picture it clearly and thrussst your will into the sssumma-verminoth'z mind, az deep az you can, regardlesss of risssk or consssequence. Together we'll force it to sssubmit, or sssee our willz broken, our mindz shattered, and our bodiez crushed into a pulpy sssludge... >> No pressure, of course.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Dec 5, 2023 16:45:04 GMT -8
* Thrakk felt the mental connection establish between himself and Dragus as the Darth Apothecary reached out putting his words into his mind, it was uncomfortable feeling but a necessary tool at times. In the event that this connection could provide Dragus with more than just communication, the young Thyrsian creates some mental barriers in a subtle response to his Master's mental intrusion. It was better to guard himself against all now, for no one could be trusted...not on the dark path he had chosen.*
<< That won't happen >>
* Thrakk does not heed the exact directions provided by Dragus, for beast before them could possibly grant the young Sith opportunity. Something within drove his anger, his fear and now his hate to a focal point which was the Dark Apothecary. He could feel the call of the darkside once again, pushing towards a goal or choice that was not his, but soon he would deem it to be and strive to accomplish it. It was as if there was a new being coming to life inside of him, for every time he reached out to touch the power of the darkness and stared into the abyss he could feel the presence of something looking back at him. Something grabbing hold of him and pulling him deeper, telling him to cut down the Saurian before him and take his power. Clutching the hilt of his lightsaber ever tighter, Thrakk unwittingly began to pour his feelings of anger and hate and fear through the connection to the crystal in his weapon. The cyan blade begins radiating with power and begins to glow brightly before flickering in and out between cyan and red, black tendrils of darkside energy begin to crackle around the lightsaber as the change occurs. He had made his crystal bleed, conveying the same change that had occurred within him; his lightsaber now a physical representation of the change that had occurred within him. With his eyes now portraying his final conversion to a true Sith, Thrakk lifts the blade up, and in the moment he almost attempts to end Dragus life before pointing the lightsaber at the Kraken before him. The black crackling energies of the darkside spring forth impacting the Kraken, enveloping the beast causing it to shriek in agony as it halts its advance being stunned momentarily giving the Dark Apothecary the time needed to place the creature under his will *
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Post by Dragus on Dec 6, 2023 5:47:38 GMT -8
Already focused on Thrakk, Dragus observed the change manifesting in the Thyrsian with an almost scientific interest. "Curiouz." There was an unmistakable darkness in the erstwhile champion of the light that required little in the way of encouragement. The Jedi had been mistaken in claiming the young man for themselves. His soul unquestionably belonged to the Sith. The amethyst gem of the arcane rakatan ocular implant set in the black scaled barabel's left eye studied the dark etheric energy sprouting from somewhere deep in the lad, bleeding the crystal in his blade until its tormented shrieks resonated in the aether and filled the Great Devourer's ears with the delightful chorus of sinful suffering, the Thyrsian's actions altering the natural order as he poured more of himself into the anguishing kyber shard. To one born of the dark, a cruel creature of the malevolent fey, it was a rather beautiful sight to behold.As the black crackling tendrils of darkness leapt from Thrakk's ascended lightsaber tip and struck the beast, driving it to new heights of pain both physical and spiritual, the Dark Apothecary seized on the moment of opportunity. His villainous presence slithered its way out of his apprentices thoughts and made its way into the mindscape of the summa-verminoth, coiling around its wits and bestial intelligence as it sought to constrict and control, to diminish and dominate its will completely. The fear of the citizenry of Cloud City was easy fuel to feast upon and empower his spell, summoned and stolen before being used up to form an intricate lattice of nightmarish visions that spoke to the baser parts of the void-kraken's psyche, evoking the most basic elements of its animal instinct. In the minds eye of the great beast, He-Who-Hungers was the alpha of the pack, a squid-god of unfathomable scope and unquestioned power. The choice was simple. Submit, or die. Wisely, it chose the former.Even as its silicon based flesh blistered and smoked, bleeding an awful stench of overcooked calamari that choked the city in a cloud of acrid air, its thrashing limbs began to settle. Those tentacles that moments ago were raging, released their suctioning barbed puckers and coiled inwards towards its closing beak, while the great eye of the gargantuan space squid dilated as though in a trance, ceasing its rampage. "Goooood." Cooed the dishonorable draconian as he stalked towards the summa-verminoth as it settled onto the broken portion of the city it had so recently ripped apart, his right claw stretched towards it with his talons splayed, while his left he held upwards towards the sky. Unseen to the naked eye, the mad alchemist was channeling the collective fear and pain of those around him, funneling it into his oppressive telepathic will. Eventually he reached the beast, stopping just sky of its thick leathery hide, then placed his claw upon it. A iniquitous grin stretched across his ignoble scaled features. "Eassse your burden, and ressst, my child." The lid of the summa-verminoth's great eye slowly drooped, sliding closed as it submitted to slumber, retracting the last of its limbs from the city as its massive conical head began to lean backwards towards the cloudy abyss behind it.Slowly but surely, it released its hold on the city and drifted down towards the gassy depths below.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Dec 7, 2023 10:46:23 GMT -8
* Thrakk releases his grip of the darkside letting its power once again retreat deep back inside of him. He turns to watch the massive beast slip away behind the gas clouds below them. It was done, what they had come all this way for had been completed. His first test under Dragus he would thought had been a success, now it was only a waiting game until he truly found out what the Dark Apothecary thought of service. Deactivating his lightsaber, Thrakk turns to his Master. His Sith eyes slowly fading back to their original frost
blue color. *
" What of the rest of the City ? I am sure the security forces will be showing themselves soon"
* He knew it would only be a matter of time before the Cloud City security forces would leave their bunkered positions and begin to investigate the city and its surroundings. Rescue and repair efforts would soon be underway, and unless the pair wanted to find themselves facing against the entire city populace, it would be time leave sooner rather than later*
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Post by Dragus on Dec 7, 2023 11:35:45 GMT -8
"Aye." Replied Dragus, turning around to regard Thrakk with a nod, feeling somewhat diminished himself now that the last vestiges of dark emotion left him with the summa-verminoth's enchantment complete. "They sssurely will. After the feassst it jussst had and sssuch an expenditure of energy, the void-kraken will likely hibernate for sssome time. I don't think we have to worry about further trouble from that quarter until I need to roussse the creature at a later time."
Already he could hear the sounds of sirens growing louder in the distance. A combination of Cloud City's security force and emergency services were no doubt on their way to assess the damage and look for survivors, most likely culprits as well, which they most certainly were. The Dark Apothecary rested his claws on his hips and looked around, spying a torn open section of wall that led further into the city centre. He indicated it with a claw.
"We bessst ssskedaddle while the going iz good. We should be able to find our way to the ssspace port from here. With the Bad Bantha in itz current ssstate of disssrepair, we'll need another way off thiz ill begotten rock. Come on, you lead the way." He licked forming beads of blood from his lips. "I'll even let you pick out our ride."
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Dec 8, 2023 5:26:37 GMT -8
* With a gentle flick of his thumb, the lightsaber in his right hand is deactivated. Thrakk clips the weapon back onto his belt and looks over to sections of crumbled wall that Dragus was referring. With a curt nod, he turns and heads off into the dissipating debris cloud and into the opening of the duracrete wall. As he walked carefully through the rubble, he speaks to Dragus*
" Are you not worried that they will attempt to track the beast ? "
* Navigating the destruction of this section of the city was not too much of a strenuous task, one only had to make sure that while traversing the rubble they did not lose their footing and cause an injury. With sirens now becoming ever more distant, Thrakk felt that they would be safe for now as long as the pair stuck to the alleyways and side streets and kept their eyes open for any checkpoints or relief stations. Taking a moment, Thrakk places himself against an alley wall and takes his holo emitter out of his inner robe pocket. Turning the device on a blue shimmering image of Cloud City appears. It was still a perk he had from his time with the Jedi, as most planets and major cities where in the Jedi Archives. Masters like himself had access to that information to aid them in their duties across the galaxy. Rotating the image with his free hand and then pressing a few buttons on the emitter, three small markers appear on the holo which showed the location of Cloud citites space ports. Studying the image for a few more moments, Thrakk shuts down the device and places it back into his inner chest pocket*
" It seems we are not far off from a commercial departure port, it might be our best option considering our circumstances"
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Post by Dragus on Dec 10, 2023 8:08:09 GMT -8
"It iz entirely posssible they may attempt to track the beassst." Postulated the perverse predator pursuing Thrakk through the rubble of the damaged portion of the city. "Though I sssuspect sssuch an endeavour would be ill advisssed. The Firssst Order, the closssest thing thiz galaxy haz to a martial force at the moment, doesssn't usssually operate in thiz region of the Outer Rim. Few planetz, Bessspin included, can mussster much more than a planetary sssecurity force, and we've already ssseen jussst how affective that waz againssst the sssumma-verminoth. No, I think the creature will be relatively sssafe here for the time being. If not, well, I'm sssure we'll hear about it on the Holo-Newz when Cloud City'z been reported to have been torn apart for a sssecond time. Siss, Siss, Siss." He cackled mirthfully.
He-Who-Hungers also suspected that given the void-kraken made its lair in such an inhospitable place as the borders of the Maw in the heart of the Akkadese Maelstrom, it would likely find the high pressure gaseous centre of Bespin a comforting place to hibernate for a while. In truth he wouldn't require the mighty space squid's services until the Fabricator General of the Forge Worlds, Valefor the Red, completed the giant hyperspace ring known as the Eye of Astera.
Following the Thyrsian into the alley, Dragus came up beside him and studied the hand held holo-emitter detailing the city, studying it with due curiosity and coming to much the same conclusion. "I believe you are correct. A trading vesssel should sssuffice, sssomething with a sssturdy hull. It'z time you were inducted formerly into the Sssith Eternal, Thrakk, which meanz we'll need to make a trip to Roon. Not an easssy dessstination to reach. The planet iz hidden in the heart of a masssive cosssmic dussst cloud called the Cloak of the Sssith. If we are to arrive there intact, we'll need a ship with a ssstrong deflector shield."
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Dec 11, 2023 13:15:24 GMT -8
* Raising his hood, Thrakk then turns out of the alley and back onto their set course, the rubble and debris had at this point dissipated as the destruction from the space kraken had not reached this far into the City. Quickening their pace, the pair move silently, similar to that of shadows. What people and or inhabitants they did see paid them no extra attention, for as of yet their existence was not known. Approaching the commercial port gate house, Thrakk observed the ships housed there. He looked for guards and other factors of importance as scanned the vessels before him. That is when his eyes finally settled on a ship, it was a YT-1930 class corellian freighter. The vessel had dock workers detaching collapsible lines from the hull and seemed to be loading various cargo through the rear entry. This was a perfect chance for Dragus and himself to escape, Thrakk new that the YT series produced from the Corellian space yards had always produced dependable craft; durable and fast was their claim to fame and that is exactly what he wanted. *
" That's the one "
* As he now pointed over to the ship so that Dragus would know what vessel he was speaking of, Thrakk then began to move forward towards the port gatehouse. There was one guard in the gatehouse and two guards standing in the entry way to the port. He would need to react quickly if his plan did not work, everything depended on them getting that ship. Approaching the first guard, Thrakk is met with a halt and asking of proper paperwork. With a slight gesture of his hand at his side, Thrakk speaks with the influence of the force behind his words to the Guard *
" I am allowed to pass, as is my companion. You will open the gate "
* Thrakk pushes his intent through the force as it burrows into the guards Mind, the man blinking and placing a hand on his head before motioning to the guard in the gate house to open the electro blockers and then the gate itself. *
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Post by Dragus on Dec 12, 2023 5:28:55 GMT -8
Cruel crocodile lips split apart into a horrific smile beneath the feathered hood of the Dark Apothcary's cloak. "Well done." He whispers, matching the Thyrsian's even stride as they were allowed past the gate house with the guards and into the open landing bay. Piercing the gloom cast by his raised cowl, mismatched eyes studied the vessel with just a hint of curiosity. Without question it was suitable for their current needs, but there were many other available vessels that would have done the job just as well. A CROC style gozanti, a G9 Rigger, a Class 720; the list went on. The main difference so far as he could tell, the others lacked the 1930s style, shaped somewhat like a arrow head with flared tips. Given those options, he would have selected the very same. Upon entering the bay the Blood Wyrm turned over a scaled hand held beneath his Rishii feather robe and squeezed his talons into a fist, while simultaneously focusing his mind on a fuel line connected to the ship, wrapping an invisible claw around the hose and prying it free with a telekinetic tug. The ribbed hose came loose an a noisy expulsion of pressure and began to spray fuel across the tarmac as it swung back and forth, drawing the attention of the dock workers on hand whilst allowing Dragus and Thrakk to walk casually up the lowered boarding ramp of the ship entirely unnoticed.As they tip toed quietly towards the cockpit, they came face to face with the captain, almost stumbling into the horn headed devaronian freighter owner who was holding a steaming cup of stim-caf in one hand while inspecting a data-pad in the other. The alien's eyes widened in surprise and his mouth opened to speak, but he was silenced as the Famine Lord removed the hood of his robe to expose his terrifying saurian visage. "Wha..." The curved index talon of He-Who-Hungers pressed to the pilot's lips, stopping further words from forming. "Ssshhh." Before the captain realized what was happening, the black scaled barabel's serpentine tail slithered around from his backside and plunged the serrated tail spike capping its end straight into the devaronian's stomach, puncturing his guts and exploding out the man's backside. Ropes of intestine were twisted around his protruding appendage like a fork full of spun spaghetti, slowly slicing free as they dragged along his tail blade, the captain's last breath leaving his lungs in a wet gurgle. Dragus looked over at Thrakk and flashed the forest of fangs set in his monstrous jaws as the captain's cup of caf and data-pad clattered to the floor."Oh good, an in-flight meal. What excellent ssservice; four starz at leassst. Siss, Siss, Siss."
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Dec 12, 2023 20:03:58 GMT -8
* Thrakk steps over the dead body of the Devaronian ship captain, "Just another mess for him to clean up" he thought to himself as he headed for the cockpit. Seating himself down, his fingers run across the data displays as the ship begins to come to life. He was slightly elated that the Dark Apothecary went with his choice of ships, Thrakk had always wanted a YT-1930 and maybe now he would be able to keep the vessel as his own personal craft after they reached Roon. With the ship have already been docked in the commercial bay, the clearance codes had already been authenticated and programmed into the ships data computer, another hurdle they would not need to have cross. *
" Hopefully the dearly departed Captains body will provide enough of meal for the final leg of the journey"
* Thrakk's own stomach began to quiver in hunger as he soon realized that he had not eaten yet either during this operation. His bodies own needs had now began to catch up with him, he needed to eat, hydrate and sleep. Relaying the ships correspondence codes with the Bad Bantha, Thrakk shut the boarding ramp and the engines of the YT-1930 began to hum as Thrakk fed them power. After a few moments the vessel began to rise, the landing gear being tucked back into the ship. With the gentle knudge of the yolk, the YT-1930 glided forward and then out of the commercial port and into the skies above Cloud City. Sitting back in his seat, Thrakk let out a relaxed breath as he switched the ship over to auto pilot*
" We shall make it to Roon in a few hours of travel "
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Post by Dragus on Dec 15, 2023 9:41:09 GMT -8
"Excellent." Hissed Dragus as the talons of his right claw found purchase in the Devaronian's face, his index and middle talons puncturing its eyes and popping them like jelly filled grapes, while his thumb hooked into the nostrils of the alien cadaver and crunched into the cartilage. He began to drag the corpse behind him as he slowly walked away from the cockpit. "Bessst sssearch the galley for sssome sssustenance and get what ressst you can, while you can. Where we're going..." He called over his shoulder, leaving a blood trail on the floor from the captain's spilled open gut as he dragged the corpse away. "...you won't get much of either."As the YT-1930 streaked up through the atmosphere and out into space, entering the corridors of lightspeed travel shortly after, our villains adventure continues here.
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Dec 19, 2023 20:20:42 GMT -8
Landing the ship was a breeze. Where was of no consequence either. Boland arbitrarily selected Platform 318. The vessel landed with. The man powered down. Slowly. The next call would be that of Grace….. The woman silently stood from her seat at the Nav station. Then turning Grace alked t o the seatwhere she’d dropped her weapons, holster belt and various other personal effects. Sighing, she ran right hand through locks and spoke -Grace- “Time put on my face.” And with that she entered the cloakroom just outside the cockpit
The two adults, little girl & monstrously sized dog walked sombrely. High above The Raven followed
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jan 12, 2024 0:11:05 GMT -8
And high above The Raven soared effortlessly, watching the party of four below as they moved. Grace, Boland, Maureen and The Hound. He worrried. And worried. The Raven pondered if perhaps he was growing soft with age. Shuttering inwardly at the very thought yet outwardly maintained the elegance in his flight. And he watched. Intensely
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jan 26, 2024 1:51:08 GMT -8
Right hand gliding over scarred left cheek then rising, tender fingers caressing he black patch covering the pit where once an eye made nest but alas was no more, Grace sighed deep, hand continuing up and over the bandana that covered er head. Er left hand unconsciously reaching out was met by a tiny hand that Maureen offered. Simply gesture but filled both with confidence. Boland, his right palm falling on the nape of Grace’s neck as they walked. The hound held off a few meters, running ahead, only to stop look back then run behind the group, only to start again. On occasion he ran up to the three, Grace, Boland and Maureen. But as soon as he had ascertained that the little one was safe back into his set pace fell The hound
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jan 27, 2024 21:05:08 GMT -8
The Raven sat high perched on slip of metal. He watched fascinated by each and every move, every minute sound, his senses so keenly attuned and indeed powerful
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