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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 16, 2021 4:31:54 GMT -8
And just like this all froze like statues. Not a word passing between them either. At long last swinging around the red Twi'leck asked -Gid- "What did you say?" And the Blue girl repeating herself said "Tatoonie." Silence once again took over the group. At long last looking towards the ship Gid began advancing towards the old warhorse
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 16, 2021 19:21:23 GMT -8
Boarding The Firespray-31-class interceptor Gid immediately went to the pilot seat. Sitting and taking a deep breath the red Twi'leck fired up the engine. In no time flat they were riding up off the ground and the ship shot into the sky. High. Higher... higher... higher and like that the ship, with our three heroines on board disappeared into the clouds
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Mar 21, 2023 20:04:55 GMT -8
The transport set down after looking over the area with its biots and the blast boulder hovered above protectively as the warriors and a pair of shapers exited the transport and started looking for their targets. The blast boulder had been grafted with netting beetle launchers for this trip, but the trip didn’t require a matalok. The warriors listened carefully to the new sounds and looked about. The shapers and their accompanying adepts set about their business. The warriors and shapers were looking for specific creatures and insects. A creature called a smooka that lived in trees, butcherbugs, and bogwings. It actually didn’t take long as the group was set upon by some squawking winged lizards slipped through the trees and started at the group. A warrior speared the first one his amphistaff as warriors further away had a chance to throw a razorbug or two before they had to defend themselves from the winged menaces. The shapers moved back towards the transport who’s pilots quickly reseated themselves in their seats and activated the dovin basals and roused the yaret-kor to wakefulness. One of the shaper adepts reached into a pouch and threw a handful of beetles into the air at the creatures as they swooped and squawked, his choice resulted in the young male being carried into the air by one of the creatures, picking up an impressive amount of weight for its size. He stabbed the beast which finally dropped him unceremoniously into the murky water with a scream of protest from the animal. As quickly as it had started it was over. There were four beasts on the ground, one being finished off by a warrior and three others that were dead outright.
The shaper who’s adept had fallen into the water chastised his charge roundly for being stupid, but had to relent after his underling explained that he had tossed tracking beetles at the beasts, and the ones that fled, should lead them back to their resting areas, especially as he had recognized one of the beasts they were after, bogwings. The shaper had to relent at that point as they started looking at the traces for the beetles as the other shaper and adept gathered the bodies and began taking samples. The strength of the beasts could no longer be questioned.
The blast boulder had been unable to interfere, afraid that their more powerful weapons would have simply killed those that they were supposed to protect.
The blast boulder was ordered to start density mapping the route that the bogwings had taken. The bogwings had stayed low, below the treetops, but for some reason had taken hard turns when the density map showed only open space, no trees. They had settled a kilometer away and the blast boulder wasted no time in making a quick circle and spreading netting beetles, letting them do their job as they swept through the vast vegetation like a wave, leading towards the bogwings’ roosting point in the center. By the time the animals screeching, from any animal, had alerted the bogwings to their danger, it was too late for them to escape as the beetles had already ripped through the tree branches at the tops of the tree canopy before going through the trunks themselves, just because there were closer material to work with to spin strands.
The shapers, lead by the warriors set off for the roosting area, stopping to investigate the areas that the bogwings had avoided, and noting the cries of beasts on maps, as they moved they were able to get locations through vectors, at least as close as they could via sound alone. They came upon the first area that the bogwings had avoided, approaching cautiously, expecting that there was a reason for it, the warriors and shapers taking turns looking and smelling for danger. They didn’t realize what there was until one of the adepts leapt back with cuts stippled into him. Blood started weeping out of extremely fine cuts, one across one of his eyes, which is what had alerted him to his danger. It was the web of a butcherbug, one of the species they were looking for. The nearly invisible and extremely sharp web had cut into him, another step would likely have carried him too far and he would have been cut to pieces and would have died within seconds, with nothing to be done. It was in an archway of a tree, between a tree and its arching root that propped it up. It was a particularly large one, but the tracking beetles had shown that the bogwings had deliberately flown over it before dropping back down. The shapers directed the warriors to look around, carefully at other areas that created similar if smaller arches for such creatures. It didn’t take long, but it did take some careful maneuvering, and after nearly twenty minutes and only two specimens, the shapers called a halt until they could think of a better way to recover the arachnids more effectively. They had however discovered where not to walk, or at least be more careful of. The group moved to the bogwing roost and started working on the animals that were essentially frozen in place by the netting beetle fibers. They didn’t need to take whole creatures but they killed a handful of the beasts and raided several nests of eggs before starting back towards the transport with their haul. Noting that there were piles of butcherbug pieces and they took samples of that as well, hoping to extract dna or perhaps some viable eggs.
After delivering their first load to the transport they went back to investigate the locations that they had marked, several warriors had to climb the first tree, not an insignificant task when trying to get through netting beetle fibers. The warriors were however were rewarded with screeching creatures that happened to be the third species they were specifically looking for. Smooka. The creatures found was an adult female and five kits in the hollow of a tree. Without the netting beetle strands inhibiting its movement there was little doubt that the creature would have chewed its way out and likely the warrior would be needing a replacement finger or two. The warrior liberally applied blorash jelly to retain all of his fingers and tossed the family one by one to a warrior waiting below. As it turned out the netting beetles had captured four families and nine individual smooka. More than enough.
The warriors and shapers spent the next 2 days carefully gathering butcherbugs before they felt they had enough to add the creature to the qhasa with genetic stability. The two ships loaded up and headed back to vacuum.
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Post by Epona Dubh on Mar 21, 2024 19:24:52 GMT -8
Far removed from any immediate contact a centaur moved at a slow graceful trot. Long mane of locks blowing in the wind, rifle held barrel high, as not to blow the head straight some poor innocent fool, whom had committed no sin but for being the way of an oncoming bullet, Epona carefully investigate…. Sensitive eyes made a detailed survey of all and everything. At another part of the planet surface a lonely Baudo Class Star Yacht sat idle. Inside the vessel was a circus. A well disciplined disorder, with each crew member going about necessary tasks, so that the ship act well. Captain Tom overlooked the men. At the same time Pete the pilot diligently investigated his control panel Oblivious to the intense work transpiring on her ship, Epona continued exploring the land. She continued this detailed search for pretty much nothing, while internally her mind ran wildly. At some point the centaur froze and she breathed in deep, then muttering -Epona- “How many are dead!?!” Dead. The word tasted odd in her mouth. The word tossed about so dismissively by far too many, her own people being far from innocent in this particular case. The woman beast shook her head almost feeling the guiding hand of her Seanathair. The girl straightened up and again she spoke -Epona- “The Old man is toast…. Just as dead as dead can be….” Eyes thinning she then exhaled and spoke “Many…. Most are gone.” And with that she began to uncontrollably weep. -Epona- “Dead!” Deftly tucking both rifles into cases set on sides, trembling hands took to covering her gushing eyes
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Post by Epona Dubh on Apr 13, 2024 21:00:09 GMT -8
The centaur gently moved across the thick swamp
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Post by Dragus on Jun 29, 2024 7:51:39 GMT -8
Birds and insects scattered as the whine of two large sublight engines echoed across the swamp canopy, preceding the arrival of an crimson coloured amphibious interstellar assault transport, which sported a pair of curling bantha horns mounted on the turbine of either engine. Rather than land on the ground which appeared to be largely comprised of mud, the transport set down on the edge of a marshy pond near a vine covered cave, floating on the top of the water rather than on the questionably dry land. The violent hiss of hydraulic pistons echoed across the clearing as the rear ramp unsealed and began to lower to the ground with a pneumatic groan, sinking a few inches into the muck. From out of the dimly lit interior emerged a small army of charcoal furred ewoks with beady red eyes, sinister yellow claws and pearly white fangs, stinking of sulphur and hot copper. These were Night Ewoks of Pzob, descendants of the fuzzy survivors of the Ewok Sanctuary which crashed into the Deep Woods region of the planet many moons ago. The first of them fanned out, wielding spears and bows with tips sporting notched obsidian heads that glistened in their potent poison coating. Any local wildlife in the immediate area was quickly put down and gathered by the forest foragers for sustenance. Eventually the bearish hunters let out a series of hoots and chirps to let those still aboard the ship to know it was safe.Emerging from a pile of fur, the Master of the Alchemical Arts appeared at the threshold of the Bad Bantha, naked as the day he was ejected from his cloning cylinder on sun cooked Nkllon. Gone were the more obvious signs of the Dark Apothecary's most recent labour, as the agents and ointments he had applied to his scaled belly had caused the wrinkled pouch of his distended stomach to tighten and resume its previous form prior to his pregnancy, the result of a misadventure with Mal'ize inside the stomach of a chum filled Sea Leviathan. He was attended on either side by two of the more prestigious flock mates, the cyclopean Lil'Bacca and emaciated Lil'Mort. Just within reach, they stood by to support their evil shepherd if necessary, though it appeared perhaps they would not be needed. During the trip from Roon to Dagobah, the sinister sultan of sin and debauchery had imbibed large amounts of concentrated essence of ewok, restoring much of his spent vitality. Dragus was practically brimming with stolen power by the time he took his first scaled step off the ship, one claw resting atop the polished orb of his signature saber-cane, the other holding the slender length of wooden pipe that bled wisps of narcotic smoke from a bowl burning on its end. The saurian Sith brought the stem of the pipe to his black lips and breathed deeply, sucking smoke through the fluted body of the device down into his lungs, then held it there for thirty seconds before exhaling. Nightmarish malificarum formed of spice vapours temporarily manifested in the hallucigenic smoke, dissipating into nothing more as their brief existence expired moments later.Nostrils flared at the end of the Hungering One's scaled snout as he probed his surroundings using his powerful olfactory senses, essentially breaking down the millions of microscopic particles in the air like some sort of super computing blood hound. Closing the crimson orb of his only remaining eye, as the left had long since been replaced with an archaic and possibly arcane rakatan ocular implant, the Dread Wyrm extended his otherworldly senses to the environment around him. Immediately he felt the powerful pull of the malevolent fey, originating from the nearby cave they had landed close too. He opened his bloody eye and turned his head, regarding the opening in the surface with the multi-faceted gem of his implant, which glowed an eerie amethyst light as it plumped the depths of the aether. "There." He hissed, spraying crimson flecks of vitae off the twin tips of his forked tongue, indicating the cave opening with an extended talon. "That cavern there will make a sssuitable nessst. Let'z sssee what we can do to make it a bit more livable, then begin offloading my eggz." He struck the surface of the ramp with the cortosis tip of his cane to signal his fuzzy labour squad to get to work.
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Post by Epona Dubh on Sept 15, 2024 21:09:45 GMT -8
The centaur truly was enjoying her freedom. Freedom. But…. How did the one artist frame it she stood wondering. Yes. Freedom was just another word for nothing left to lose. Luckily Epona had not left herself completely devoid of contact with the wider universe that existed outside of this planet. And as a communicator rang she stacked it up and opening it and listening. She muttered -Epona- “Ok….” Then cutting the device she continued wandering. Waiting
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Post by Dragus on Sept 22, 2024 9:55:36 GMT -8
High above the fog blanketing the swamps scattered across the surface of the planet, higher even than the rain heavy clouds on the verge of bursting in the sky over the jungle, a royal purple dragonfly shaped transport glided down from space like a swooping bird of prey. A C-9979, the transport was hot on the heels of a similarly hued Nantex territorial starfighter that appeared to be leading the larger landing craft in towards the tallest mountain on the entire planet. Mount Yoda, formerly known as Mount Dagger, rose well above the clouds and appeared the only place large and flat enough for the 'Queen of the Void' to land. Its sublight engines reduced speed as it neared the landing platform sticking out from the side of the spire like slope, extending its well built landing gear as its descended vertically the last few meters until finally it set down, another perfect landing performed by its well trained crew. Proximity sensors scanned the landing zone for mines and other immediate dangers, but there appeared to be nothing in the vicinity save for a few bipedal sentient academics emerging from the Defense Research and Planetary Assistance Center (DRPAC) to investigate the arrival of the unexpected ship. The violet Nantex fighter streaked past the institution, disappearing into the clouds as it prepared to bank back around for another pass. Meanwhile the large doors at the boot of the C-9979 slid apart and the boarding ramp extended down to the landing pad floor. Crimson emergency lights refracted off the polished red gammaplast armour of menacing Sith Troopers marching off the ship in four orderly rows.Inside the ship, turbolift doors opened at the rear of the boot as Commander Kissinger arrived from the bridge, stepping out of the lift and into the sinister blood hued light. Gone was his former suit of Sovereign Protector armour, replaced by an armour-weave greatcoat worn over a flak-vest and combat fatigues. Jake pulled back and tucked his coattails behind a pair of holsters hanging off his either hip, each holding a modified E-5 blaster rifle. While technically designed to be fired from a two handed grip, the blasters were small enough to be fired single handedly, something the third generation gene-augmented soldier turned mercenary was extremely proficient in. Hurry-scurry next to the Commander's marching heel steps was Kissinger's verminous personal assistant, Whiskers, a ranat refugee from the now lava filled warrens of Dragusblight. The rodent held in its paws a long flexible pole made of bone, attached to which was a mouldering flag depicted the All-Seeing Eye on an emblazoned background, stitch with human hair into a canvas of flayed human skin. The Sith Troopers spread out as they exited the ship, forming two rows on either side of the landing pad leading from the ship towards the mountain research facility. Commander Kissinger and his rodent aide walked up to a nervous looking pair of field researchers. Their reaction was understandable. It wasn't every day an armed occupation showed up on your front door."You there." Said Jake, pointing a gloved finger at the Nemoidian of the pair, the other researcher appearing to be a furry Gigoran incapable of regular speech. "What do you call this place?" Apart from failing to introduce himself, the Nu-Jake's demeanor could be described as civil, which seemed to cause a small degree of relief in the two academics sent to investigate his arrival."This is the Defense Research and Planetary Assistance Center, though most of us refer to it as DRPAC to save ourselves a mouthful. Hohoho." The Nemoidian laughed at his own joke. "Formerly funded by the New Republic, these days we are mostly funded by Dagobah Tech, a school located at the base of Mount Yoda.""Mount Yoda?!" Scoffed Jake, displaying his distaste upon his face. "No that won't do at all. Whiskers..." The Commander looked to his ranat assistant and point to the peak at the top of the mountain. "...be a good lad and plant the flag up there. We've got to rechristen this peak something more appropriate. Something to earn us that bonus so we can visit the brothels in Kala'uun. Hmmm." He stroked his bearded chin with a gloved hand until inspiration struck. "I've got it! We'll rename it Mount Valefor after the new Supreme Leader. The big red guy ought to love that." Of course, he also couldn't leave out his creator, lest the old serpent find out and it was his skin turned into a flag. "We can rename the university to Dragobah Tech. That's more Pops' speed anyways."Without much more than a squeal and a squeak, Whiskers hurry-scurried away to go plant the flag atop the newly named Mt. Valefor, leaving Commander Kissinger alone with the two academics from DRPAC. The Nemoidian, upon seeing that something was afoot, chose that moment to protest the actions of the clones turned mercenary. "Now wait just a minute. Is this...is this legal? You can't just rename this mountain or claim our research center for yourself. This is completely unacceptable!" Huffing and puffing, the Nemoidian balled his hands into fists to show his anger. It was the last thing he ever did.In a fraction of a second, Jake's blaster was in his right hand. PEW! A searing red bolt cooked its way through the Nemoidians chest, killing the alien instantly. Next the blaster moved towards the Gigoran, before the fur covered carpet even had time to comprehend what had happened to his colleague. PEW! PEW! Two bolts this time, just to be sure. The second alien fell, crumbling in a smoking pile next to the first, ignored by the Commander as he stepped over their bodies and examined the exterior of the facility."Well, alright." He said, smile as he looked over his shoulder at the silently standing Sith Troopers. "Let's go take a look inside."
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Post by Dragus on Sept 25, 2024 8:03:56 GMT -8
It didn't take long for Commander Kissinger and the Nu-Jakes under his command to clear out the DRPA Centre atop the newly christened Mount Valefor, gunning down the respective scientists and specialists to the last man, following which the bodies were disposed of over the cliff side. Jake Kissinger, former NJ3 Sovereign Guard turned mercenary, reclined in the office he had claimed for himself after putting a blaster round from one of his E-5s through the former director's skull. He rested his booted feet on the desk while leaning back in his cushy office chair, talking into a microphone attached to the handsfree comlink he was using, seeming to be in deep discussion with someone important on the other end. "Dragobah Tech, yes sir, that's what they've been calling it." He nodded his head, humming and hawing as he listened to the rasping reptilian voice on the other end of the comm-channel. "Rename the planet? Uh, yes sir, I suppose we could do that as well. Yes sir, a planet is bigger than a mountain, you're right. No sir, as always you are correct. I'll have Whiskers executed immediately. Thank you, sir. Goodbye." After hanging up, Jake took his boots off the desk and swiveled in his chair to face his rodent assistant, who was occupying itself by picking the lice out of its greasy fur. The two made eye contact, with Whiskers watching Commander Kissinger carefully, until eventually a smile broke out across the Commander's face.
"Relax, Whiskers. I'm not actually going to do it. How would He even know? You all look the same to me." Chuckling, he stood up from his seat and grabbed his great-coat from a hook on the wall and swung it over his shoulders. "Now come on. We've left out guest waiting long enough." He then exited the room, with Whiskers quickly hurry-scurrying after him. They passed a number of Nu-Jakes on their way out to the landing pad, a collection of Kaminoan scientists and flesh sculptors, and no shortage of tinker-rats on loan from Clan Rustrot. For understandable reasons Project Tarantula was an off-the-books operation. Due to the secretive nature of the project, even the SE Director of Advanced Technology had been left in the dark on this one. Its funding was filtered through the Black Fang, who cleaned the credits with their various business fronts, making it extremely difficult to determine where they had come from. Only the staff stationed at the facility and the Dark Apothecary himself knew what they were working on.
Jake raised a gloved hand to shield his eyes from the glare of Darlo, the bright yellow star at the centre of the Dag...Dragobah System, until his pupils adjusted. Stationed above the fog that shrouded much of the surface, the mountain top was more directly exposed to sunlight, thus was much brighter than below the fog line. His vision settled on a giant alien surrounded by Nu-Jakes on the platform. The creature was wormlike in appearance, bipedal, and at least eight meters tall. A few the J-1 semi-autonomous proton cannons they brought with them were currently turned towards the landing pad, just in case the heavy repeater rifles they carried weren't enough to bring the xeno down. The creature had arrived at the peak of Mount Valefor a few hours earlier and had attempted to converse with Commander Kissinger's mercenary force using galactic basic, much to everyone's surprise. Since then a pair of Jawas negotiators had been working diligently to strike a bargain with the alien, which had identified itself as a Hepsalum Tash, though apparently its people just went by 'the Tash'. According to them, they were native to the planet, peaceful, and spent their days collecting herbs. That had raised the Commander's eyebrow, as you might imagine, since his master/creator/father and current employer had a great need for those.
"Well." Said Jake as he and Whiskers walked up to the Jawas conversing with the alien, which was sitting on the ground, stroking the strings of a musical lute. "Have we come to an arrangement?" The Jawas looked at each other, then gave Commander Kissinger the thumbs up. "Utini!" That's what he wanted to hear. "Splendid." He brought his hands up, then waved them down, gesturing for the Nu-Jakes standing guard to lower their slug throwers. Removing his right glove, Jake extended his hand towards the ginormous Tash, whose physical form dwarfed his own considerably. It extended a claw like hand that seemed to swallow the Commander's own up to his elbow. "Then we have ourselves a deal, xeno."
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Post by Dragus on Sept 26, 2024 8:58:09 GMT -8
Location: Dragobah (formerly Dagobah) | Mount Valefor (formerly Mt. Yoda) | Defense Research and Planetary Assistance Centre "They want to do what?!" Exclaimed Commander Kissinger over his comlink headset as he stood up from his office chair. "Stall them until I get down there, Whiskers. I'm on my way." In a heartbeat he had plucked his gun-belt and greatcoat from their respective hooks and was already halfway out the door, sprinting across the mountain top scientific research outpost towards the landing pad where a batch of night ewoks from Pzob had recently showed up and were already making trouble. According to Whiskers account, there were thirteen of them in total, arriving together in a stolen starship with a white robed human pilot whom they'd murdered and eaten upon arrival, effectively stranding themselves on the planet. Well, unless Jake wanted to donate them a new pilot, but that seemed a poor proposition for his fellow Nu-Jakes given what happened to the night ewoks last pilot. Needless to say it was a delicate situation. The Night Ewoks of Weeping Bark Village were an integral member of the Famine Lord's bestial cabal, thus making them allies, as much as one could align themselves with such savage folk. That said, Jake had both of his modified E-5 blasters in hand by the time his boots hit the landing pad tarmac. He raised them to waist level, which for the night ewoks scattered across the pad, was actually level with their heads. Each of them was strapped to a sinister looking contraption of long flexible bone and stretched animal hide, forming primitive hang-gliders that looked remarkably sturdy given the components used to create them."Hold it right there. Just where do you think you're off to?" Growled the Commander through grit teeth, switching his aim between charcoal coloured ewoks as he tried to keep an eye on all of them at once, an impossible task even with Whiskers aid. One of the feral night kin stepped forwards, almost catching the wind with the canopy of the glider attached to its back. "Oocha Sey, Annana." It replied in guttural ewokese, smirking at the Commander, exposing a vampiric fang as its cheek lifted. Like all Nu-Jakes, the Commander was versed in several languages, the foremost of which was ewokese. The creature, clearly the leader of the other twelve, had just told him they were headed to the Dragon's Lair. That could mean a lot of things, but the most recent use of that expression among the ranks of formerly enlisted men was to describe the Darkside Cave where the Great Devourer had hatched his litter of feral barabels. A historic sight of serious significance, so if there was any place on the planet that was off limits, that was it. He leveled his blaster with the leader's face, aiming between the eyes as his finger lurked expectantly over the trigger. Of course, it was the night ewoks who had supposedly tended to He-Who-Hungers in his time spent there, inhabiting it for a number of months. He supposed, if anyone should be allowed, it was them.Jake lowered his blasters, slowly slotting them back in their holsters. "Just wanted to offer your fine furry selves a lift, but it seems like you got that already sorted for yourselves. Safe travels, friends of Weeping Bark Village." After reattaching his holster clips, the Commander raised his gloved right hand to his forehead and offered the barbaric bunch of bears a firm salute. They took that as their cue to leave, and waddled over to the lip of the landing platform overlooking the vast sea of fog below. How they planned to find the sold called Dragon's Lair, he had no idea, but he also supposed it wasn't really his problem. If the night ewoks never returned, he could just dump their vessel somewhere in the swamp and play dumb if anyone asked any questions. One after the other the ewoks leapt over the side, gliding a slow descending angle until they disappeared from visible sight. The last of them, the same leader that had spoken previous, lingered at the threshold. It had one last thing to say to the Commander, which it barked in harsh mocking ewokese. "Naquana Chorp, Poisonberry Village. Hehehe!" Then it leapt over the side, leaving a shocked Commander Kissinger in the dust as he comprehended what the night ewok had said.These weren't their allies from Weeping Bark Village who owed their allegiance to Dragus, but rather these were night ewoks of Poisonberry Village just to the South of the City of the Eye ruins, who owed their loyalty to Fragus. That evil toad was one of the Famine Lord's first haemonculai, and perhaps the worst of them, having attempted on several occasions to take over several of the Hungering One's operations. Word around the Nullus Beacon was that Fragus had almost killed Mephisto, Arch-Priest of the Hunger Cult, in one on one combat. Jake had watched the cannibal monk compete in games of bloodsport at the Geonosian Arena. He was fast, almost feral in how he fought, unpredictable and relentless in the way he chained one attack into another. He doubted there was anyone in the Sith Eternal Empire apart from Xitan and Karnac, maybe even Krell, who could take him in battle. That Fragus defeated him so easily spoke volumes about the Toad Lord's power. What that meant was that these night ewoks were the enemy to all loyal servants of the Eye. He had just made a terrible mistake.Ripping his twin blasters from their holsters, which was slower as a result of him securing them moments earlier, he fired a few useless shots into the abyss pointlessly. It was already too late, the last of them had already disappeared into the fog. He debated sending a Nantex fighter after them, but it would be needlessly dangerous given how poor the visibility was. All he could do at this point was hope they never found their way, or perhaps some of the local fauna made of them a snack. Gritting his teeth, Commander Kissinger threw back his head and shouted angrily at the top of his lungs."FRAGUS!!!" The NJ3's augmented lungs bellowed loudly, his shout of rage echoing down the slopes of Mount Valefor, heard down below in its shadow where the Nu-Jake students of Dragobah Tech worked hard to earn their degrees in gonk-droid repair. |
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Post by Epona Dubh on Oct 13, 2024 0:15:03 GMT -8
The howl startling Epona she reared up on her hind legs and turning let off three arrows in the direction of iKissinger. All settling down she found all four feet on the ground again. Waiting. And she made her own transmission. Or at least tried.
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Post by Dragus on Oct 13, 2024 7:03:12 GMT -8
Location: Dragobah (formerly Dagobah) | Mount Valefor (formerly Mt. Yoda) | Defense Research and Planetary Assistance Centre Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Commander Kissinger looked up, still reeling from his recent gut wrenching shout, when he could have swore he heard a series of impacts striking the bottom of the platform the mountain top facility was situated upon. He looked up and turned towards Whiskers, facing his verminous assistant as the ranat looked on stupidly. "Did you hear that?" Asked Jake, to which the scabrous rodent shook its verminous visage. Shrugging, the Commander holstered his blaster and gave the lapels of his greatcoat a tug, straightening his attire as he comported himself into something more resembling the leader of a top secret research facility. "Must have been my imagination. No matter, we've got bigger concerns. If dad finds out we let a couple of Fragus' hench-woks loose on Dragobah, he'll take away my fancy command position and probably uninvite us from this years Feast Day of the Eye banquet." Ever since the new Supreme Leader's decision to move the Sith Eternal's military towards automation, it had been an extremely tough job market for the millions of Nu-Jakes produced by Kamino, who found themselves out a job for the first time since leaving their cloning cylinders. If Jake Kissinger screwed this up, his next career move might be slinging spice on the sandy streets of Mos Eisley, once all that business with the rampaging Krayt dragon was taken care of. He smiled as an idea formed in his alchemically enhanced brain, then snapped his fingers. "Whiskers, you make sure that ship those night ewoks arrived on disappears, and I'll erase the traffic logs. As far as anyone else knows, they never arrived here." Far easier to cover this sort of thing up, as opposed to actually dealing with the problem.As his verminous personal assistant hurry-scurried off, the Commander re-entered the facility through the entrance near the new C-9979 hangar that had been set up next to the main landing pad. The hangar had been designed to accommodate two of the wide winged landing craft parked behind one another, with tensor field systems and repulsor conveyers set up along the sides to make removing and replacing the C-9979s wings easier, as they were largely used for storage. A short turbolift ride later and he had reached the flight tower used to coordinate traffic. He shooed aside an NJ1 from their station for a moment and entered his personal security code, then accessed the data he wanted gone and made it vanish with a stroke of the 'delete' button. He signed out and offered his fellow Nu-Jake their seat back, then smacked his hands together. Through the vantage point providing by the tower, he could see out the window as the transport shuttle from Pzob was pushed off the landing platform by a purple multi-troop transport, using its rounded prow like a ram. The ewoks transport plunged over the side, disappearing into the fog below. A job well done. |
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Epona Dubh
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Post by Epona Dubh on Oct 15, 2024 1:37:14 GMT -8
Epona froze still but momentarily. She heard. And she saw. Right hand reaching behind then withdrawing an arrow as her left held out bow. And in a swift motion the missel was drawn, mounted then went wizzing through the air sinking into the ground inches from where Dargus stood, be that past or present. Quickly drawing another reed from the quiver she mounted the arrow but did not fire. A drop of sweat went down her left cheek slowly…. Like blood. No. Faster flowing. Clear. She sat there froze in wait. She could do this forever. The voice in the back of her mind taunting her spoke **The Old man is dead now…..** And she muttered aloud in response -Epona- “I know….” Then adding -Epona- “Shut up!!!” The centaur was victorious at telling herself to shut up. Funny that, as her mind now seemed to be bustling
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Post by Dragus on Oct 15, 2024 10:49:29 GMT -8
"Ssspeaking to yourssself?" Rasped a reptilian voice from behind a knot of gnarltrees, each syllable expressed with an exaggerated hiss, accompanied with a wet gurgling growl from deep within the throat of the unseen saurian. "Careful now. People might think you're crazy. Siss, Siss, Siss!" Serpentine laughter echoed throughout the swamp, its source still skulking behind a tree or slithering across the branches above, its words arriving from several directions at once. POOF! A dozen feet behind the centaur, amongst a crop of trees with twisted trunks and barbed branches, a luminous pink expanding cloud of vapour erupted. POOF! POOF! POOF! It was followed by three more, to the centaur's sides and directly ahead, surrounding her on all sides in a obscuring pink veil shimmering with golden flecks. Carried on the cloud was a sickly sweet aroma, that spoke to its chemical composition, or at least to one with a casual knowledge of common narcotics. Spice, the Hungering One's own signature blend. It had a nice euphoric buzz when first inhaled, that lasted about a minute, before one began to hallucinate nightmares. Oh, and it has a nice grape flavour. The self proclaimed Master of the Alchemical Arts had taken to referring to it as 'Darkside Dank'. As the spice vapours wafted through the swamp, the wretched figure behind the voice finally manifested before Epona.Dragus stalked out of the swamp, bundled in a oiled greatcoat painstakingly stitched from the flayed faces of a hundred different disappointing former laboratory assistants, surgically sutured together with sinew to form a horrid vanity that swathed the black scaled barabel from neck to toe talons. His saurian snout was partially concealed behind the top half of a yellowing rishii skull, with the dead bird's beak curling over the end of his crocodilian nose. The corners of his lips twisted upwards and outwards in an impossible grin that stretched beyond the borders of his fang filled maw, exposed as his black lips peeled back from the rows of razor sharp incisors that occupied his gleaming jaws. Gnat likes flies were drawn to the sinisterly smiling saurian's gritting and grinning teeth, attracted to rotten morsels of meat trapped in his fangs, a buffet of bacteria bleeding carrion. Perhaps the worst aspect of the dastardly draconian was his revolting breath, a potent perfume of curdled blue milk and spilt offal, exuded with each toxic exhalation of breath. The tail protruding from the twisted terrorsaur's backside was so long it disappeared into the pink spice fog behind him, its tip occasionally revealed by the gleam of a serrated spike affixed to its end. While his left claw was empty, in his right the serpentine sultan of sin and debauchery held an ornate long stemmed pipe that had been gifted to him by the night ewoks of Weeping Bark Village on Pzob, who imbued it with their dark rites of blood magic. It was said that those that inhaled from the pipe were subject to a substantially stronger buzz. Curls of smoke rose of a glowing cherry lit in the pipe's bowl end, insinuating the old lizard wizard had been puffing away at it."But I know better. Siss, Siss, Siss." He brought the pipe's end to his snickering mouth and formed a seal with his lips, inhaling a deep breath of concentrated narcotics, which he held in his lungs for a good seven seconds before finally exhaling. Smoke was exuded from his flaring nostril slits in long billowing geysers that morphed into malefic shapes before vanishing again as the smoke dissipated in the air. "You're not mad. You're jussst misssunderstood. I know. I'm misssunderstood myssself."
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Post by Torna Ó Maolchonaire on Nov 1, 2024 23:27:13 GMT -8
The two were talking as they approached. Ten rugged Togorian soldiers took up the rear. Things were about to become interesting, so Torna thought…. The man looked left then right. With but a wave of the hand Torna had his comrade and soldiers board the standing space yacht. They waited. Thinking fast Torna took a Gravol. And he offered one to Aogan, who quietly accepted then downing the tablet. Torna also gave each Tog soldier a pill, which they too downed
OOC: If required Epona has permission to move my PC
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Post by Epona Dubh on Nov 1, 2024 23:42:25 GMT -8
The girl knew what was coming. She welcomed the heat of battle. She could see her ship. The crew were employing the vessel quite functionally as a home base. Wise. But the yacht was ready to fly at the drop of dime. Epona spoke quiet yet firm to her crew. The Baudo class star yacht lifted up easy. The ship seemed to levitate for a long minute but the Pilot fast hit the accelerator and they were soaring into the sky. Into then past the clouds the ship lept
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