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Post by Darth Xitan on May 5, 2023 20:15:25 GMT -8
In orbit, upon the QOM shipyards...Some weeks had passed since the initial contact was made by the Sith Eternal, through Xitan's agent, Mindflayer, with Dash Tarkin and his father, Olin, who sat upon the Quintad. The shipyard was, in fact, named after the same oligarchy that traditionally ruled Eriadu. It was made up of five families which had ruled the planet since nine hundred years before the Battle of Yavin. It included the Harro family, the House of Tarkin, their Motti cousins, the ancient House Valorum. Of these, Mindflayer managed to bait and hook the Tarkins, who desired a return to their ancient right as the leaders of Eriadu. He learned that the Tarkins were roping in their Motti relatives, more like lackies. Harro may be convinced, but the Valorums... they were rivals of the Tarkin family. Mindflayer would have to consider how to best deal with this situation in time.
Right now, he was situated in the orbital facilities that belonged to the Quintad Orbital Manufacturing company. A shipbuilding firm that was built to supply vessels, both for military and civilian purposes, to the Seswenna Sector. A Tarkin was presently its overseer, the niece of Olin, Ysari. A holo-image of Xitan was before both Mindflayer and Ysari, who had deep connections with the Eriaduan Defense Fleet.How much can be counted upon to fulfill the promises your uncle and cousin made, Ysari?The masked Sith inquires as he looks directly at Ysari. She had more iron in heart than Dash, but had a well known gambling addiction. The iron of her heart was enough to make her worthy though. However, Xitan had plans to ensure QOM was firmly under Sith influence moving forward.=Ysari= Of the fourteen vessels that make up the system fleet, I can pull in favors from six of them. Security is being paid for by my uncle in terms of QOM's armed personnel. They are firmly within the camp.Xitan listens to the report by Ysari. Six out of fourteen was still a good number, but he would like it to be ten. The Sith had planned to deploy the warships, Star Scourer and Ominous, along with Stygian Star. Plenty of firepower and enough troops to occupy Eriadu quickly, but Xitan wanted to minimalize the damage. Eriadu was a precious world with great potential for the future.Mindflayer, assist Ysari in ensuring ten ships are on our side. You know what to do.And with that, the connection ended and transmission was closed. Mindflayer lightly strokes one of his tentacles as his masked face watches one of the craft drift by the shipyard on a patrol route. A wicked grin appears upon his face as he turns to Ysari.=Mindflayer= Thissss is where the fun truly begins, Ysari.
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Post by Dragus on Jul 19, 2023 7:52:24 GMT -8
Several weeks had passed since the Famine Lord and the Child of Sand were reunited upon the peak of Mt. Permafrost, after Dragus defeated his father Endor and Kr'Naan summarily ordered the execution of the snowoks loyal to her recently formed parish, allowing the two to catch up on lost time. The Haemonculus Occulori was similar to the Covenant of Blood in some ways, but different in so many others. For starters it was much larger, more akin to a floating city or space station, of which his precautious pupil had almost the complete run. As with the Covenant most of the crew consisted of vermin and mutants, though unlike the degenerate cannibal gangs that lurked in the star destroyer's lower decks, those found aboard the Lucrehulk were more artfully designed. With his mobile monster maker Dragus had an opportunity to start fresh, creating a true dichotomy between science and the arcane, adding his unusual flavour to every element aboard from the meltmassif coating of the core ship to the large telescope and crystal that dominated the Sanctum Diabolicus that served as the bridge.So it was that the Lucrehulk-class battleship pierced the dimensional barrier of hyperspace as it entered the star system, rapidly transitioning to sublight speeds on approach to Eriadu. The Haemonculus Occulori's transponder identified it as such, while also more discretely transmitting Sith Eternal clearance codes, so that those serving as the Imperial front for the planet knew them for the ally they were.A side door opened as the Great Devourer emerged from his private study, holding a crystal stemmed glass of Pzobian bloodwine in his right claw and a lit long stemmed pipe in the other. The black scaled barabel, currently wearing a casual set of shadowsilk robes, approached the large brass and crystal assembly the occupied the centre of the room. Dragus seated himself behind the viewing lens of his scrying scope, adjusting the carefully attuned series of alchemically produced lenses until it focused on the planet directly ahead of him."Ah, Eriadu. Ssso thiz iz where Xitan haz ssset up hiz fiefdom. Not too shabby." He remarked, before imbibing from his glass of wine. "Squeakerz!" Snarled the drake, which brought about the quick scampering of gnarled paws on dirty durasteel. The Dark Apothecary's scabrous rodent assistant appeared at his side, featuring a gnarly looking vibro-hook where its forepaw had been prior to its poorly planned attack on the Sand Child. "There you are. Be a lad and go fetch Wart. I want her to sssee thiz."Cursing beneath its breath in rapid rat-speech, the mange infested rodent crossed the deck to a corner of the Sanctum Diabolicus occupied by a pile of rotting vellum. Snoozing atop the mouldering mountain was none other than the desert despot, catching a few well deserved winks after a particularly challenging sparring session with Lil'Bacca. Following their reunion, the Blood Wyrm ordered the other members of the flock to begin instructing Kr'Naan in combat. The cycloptic ewok was responsible for teaching the tusken grappling and striking, as well as deciding her fitness regime for the day. His emaciated comrade taught her how to use a blade, ranging from the smallest dagger to even wielding the ewok spear of powa!, under his strict supervision of course. Surprisingly it was their blindest member who was teaching her how to use a blaster, the milky eyed bear never seeming to miss a shot, somehow. Narrowing its beady eyes on Naan, Squeakers nervously prodded her with a filthy toe as he sought to wake her.
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Jul 26, 2023 12:35:59 GMT -8
Despite the happy reunion between master and slave, Kr'Naan's return to the fold had been no excuse for inaction. At the order of Dragus her training had begun by the others of the Flock. The only thing working in her favor was that her childhood before her abduction by slavers from Tatooine had been amongst an religiously and militarily zealous tribe of Tuskens, and so the youngling had been taught since she was able to walk how to fight. Still, the training she had received was limited and niche given when she was enslaved and her tribe's belief in passing along traditional tribal fighting styles. Not to mention she was also rusty in formal sparring. Many times she found herself waking back up after being knocked out by strangle hold by the one-eyed Lil'Bacca, or swept to the floor by a swift trip from a spear to her ankles. Kr'Naan was slow to take some of of her mistakes to heart, but she adapted as best she could to meet the expectations of her instructors.The real surprise was on morning when she found a replacement face covering for the one that had been lost aboard the Covenant of Blood, as had all her old Tusken garb, not that it would have fit her anymore anyway. The child of sand had hit a small growth spurt and jumped up a few inches sicne she had been taken by the Jedi general Endor. Using materials aboard the Occulori and the skills in sewing, a necessity for a Tusken, she had crafted a replacement set of clothing for herself, except for a facial covering which was simply a cloth covering. The gift had a note, presumably written in blood, with the simple message.To hide your unfortunate visage. Lil'Havok has been complaining. Picking up the gold and leather mask up and inspecting it, running her hand across the raised inscriptions across the metallic surface, pausing a moment before replacing the cloth face covering with her new gifted one. The mask burned her face, causing her to quickly remove it. and look it over again. Touching the mask with a bare hand this time she felt the inside only to find nothing abnormal about its feel. Re-adorning the mask, this time the feeling was still there, but faded somewhat. It was still incredibly painful to have on her face, but as time went on the burning faded, either that or she simply grew so used to it that it did not bother her any longer.Her dreams since the events on Bakura had remained empty. It had become increasingly unsettling for her, especially after her return to the Flock, which she believed her separation to be the cause. Even the nightmares the young Tusken had had since leaving her homeworld were more comforting than the black void of nothing she remembered upon her waking. Kr'Naan had asked her master of this possible curse by the enemy god they had battled on the ice world, but had largely been ridiculed as it being "her own fault." Maybe something to do with the demon that had taken hold of her? Whatever it was, for now at least Dragus refused to elaborate, instead insisting at the time that she hold the light steady over the still living body of a vivisected mutant Dragus. The beast's flayed skin and flesh was spread apart and held in place by hooks and suspended above the center of the room, so that any drippings the saurian Sith could enjoy. The mutant as well seemed to enjoy this arrangement of accommodations despite the agony Kr'Naan believed it to be in. In fact, it seemed to enjoy every moment of it. Several more weeks had passed and while her training was nowhere near complete, Kr'Naan had dusted off the crusty sand and re-accustomed herself to form fighting, calculating each move and learning styles. Sometimes the sand serpent soldier in making almost got the upper hand of her ewok tutors.Awoken from her dreamless slumber before Squeakers had even made it close to her, Kr'Naan unsheathed a knife on her chest and brought it down into the deck as the ranat messenger eased out a toe to nudge her, as if on reflex. Letting out a squeal of reactionary fear and pain as the mutilated rat-being eyed where the knife had landed. The flat side of the blade was mere micrometers from the edge his gnarled toe. Kr'Naan yanked the knife from the floor and stood up, the white eyes of the mask the Tusken youngling wore staring daggers into the ranat. "I warned you of touching me again, did I not?" Kr'Naan raised the knife threateningly towards Squeakers. "Try it again and see what gets cut off next." Squeakers began angrily, well, squeaking, in rat-speak to which Kr'Naan lowered the blade in her hand and returned it to the sheath on her side. Without paying any further attention to the, at this point, squawking ranat Kr'Naan headed to where he had parked his hovering repulsor platform and, much to the trailing mauled marmot's dismay, commandeered it; leaving him to find his own way back. What seemed to drive the ranat even crazier was after watching the sand child take off with the repulsor platform, she had done a secondary pass and thrown a rather rude gesture his way before speeding off.It did not take long for Kr'Naan to answer the summons of her master, arriving unsettlingly silently. It was something the child had started doing. Since her loss of presence in the Force, the saurian Sith had almost multiple times been caught off guard by her suddenly popping up unexpectedly, unable to feel her life force. If it had not been for his incredible sense of smell due to his barabel biology, the Tusken child might have been able to sneak up on him. If she really wished to, eventually she might be able to bypass that as well. So in response there was the mask, seeped in dark energies that gave off strong resonations with the saurian sorcerer's unique abilities, allowing him to keep track of the scurrying sand flea at almost all times....Among other things. Kr'Naan greeted Dragus with a kneel and bowed head. "You sent for me, master?"
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Post by Dragus on Jul 26, 2023 18:34:23 GMT -8
He felt her before he heard her, or smelt her for that matter. Dragus turned his snout to regard his much fawned and fussed over pet, now wearing his mark upon her like a lothcat with a collar. That mask was no inexpensive accessory either. The Blood Wyrm had spent a fortune acquiring real ronto hide imported from Jawa merchants on Tatooine for the mask's leather. The gold he had cast and shaped himself in the hellforge beneath the Black Temple of Pzob. If Kr'Naan mistakenly believed the Hungering One to be a god then her brief soujourn to Pzob surely did not disparage her of such notions. The hannite monks etching out a humble existence in the ruins of the Eye's great city still venerated the Famine Lord as a dark deity. As he had with all artifacts and accessories he produced by claw and hammer, the scheming saurian alchemist poured a bit of himself into the object. Not a psychic manifestation of his will like the Cypher had been, but just a cold sliver of his insatiable hunger. Wart's mask was a leach, supping on the life force of those around her as it slowly repaired the damage wrought to her soul due to events of Salis D'aar. As foolish a notion as it might be, it was possible the Great Devourer bared some of the responsibility for what had happened to his tiny tusken terror.
"Ah, there you are, my child." His hissed at her warmly, his red right eye twirling hypnotically from its slit back center in and endless spiral. "Come here, I wish to show you sssomething." He beckoned her to his side and allowed her to peer through his Scrying Scope, beholding the luminous blue and green orb of Eriadu. While she diligently studied the planet as he instructed, he took a moment to comment on the latest addition to her wardrobe. "I am glad to sssee you are wearing my gift. Don't take your physssical deformity to heart, my dear, we can't all be born az beautiful az I. Take my older brother Bacca for inssstance. He was hideouz, but he waz alssso the ssstrongest Sssith I ever met." He ruffled the hood pulled over her head with a claw playfully. "Perhapz one day you could grow up to be a thirteen foot tall mutant cyclopz az well. I'm sssure I've got a potion for that sssomewhere."
There was a sinuous rattle as a chitinous carriage that appeared to have been artfully crafted from Voreclaw carapace rolled up into the Sanctum Diabolicus, stopping short of the mad draconian and his budding desert blossom. A pair of mutant blurrgs pulled the creaking carriage, guided by a member of the Geonosian warrior cast with wings folded over its brown exoskeletal insect hide. Its alien features seem to express vacant defeat and its chitin appeared to be afflicted with some manner of parasite that protruded from its chitin to wriggle wetly in the air around it as they sought new hosts. The creature was infected with brainworms from the recent captured Genosian Queen thanks to the efforts of Sith Eternal's Fabricator General, Valefor the Red. It was fair to say that Dragus liked the winged sorcerer he had met aboard the Nullus Beacon, especially after gifting him with several Geonosian specimens upon which to work his art. The Famine Lord waited for Kr'Naan to open the carriage door before climbing in and seating himself against the bench facing towards the driver. He offered Wart his tail with which to pull herself inside, then thumped the ruby pommel of his saber-cane on the ceiling of the carriage to single the driver to move.
As they rode through the Haemonculus Occulori, He-Who-Hungers allowed the Sand Adolescent to pour him a steaming cup of floral tea from a dagobah bone-china pot into a quaint little cup that he held pinched between the tips of his talons, sipping at it occasionally as he stared with disinterest out the window. "I hope Xitan appreciatez the thought and effort that went into thiz gift. I ssspared no expenssse thiz time, but quite frankly he deservez it. Not only did he aid in my conquessst of Ryloth, a world that haz long been a thorn in my ssside, but he conquered thiz one az well. All on hiz own." There was no mistaking the admiration in his tone. In some ways the deranged drake lord thought of the ruthless Sith warrior as a little brother of sorts. "He will ssseek to judge you harshly and offer wound to your pride. Bear it with teeth grit, my dear, it iz hiz way. Be mindful that while hiz posssition beneath mine demandz that he provide hossspitality, it iz never wissse to disssrespect a Sssith in hiz own domain."
Across the exterior of the ring carrier of the unusual Lucrehulk-class battleship, flaring strobe lights sliced through the black vacuum and sirens sounded throughout the hollow interior of its shell, driving the bestial population into a savage frenzy. Steaming expulsions of chemical propulsion left quickly fading clouds in the frigid vacuum as the meltmassif ore covered core ship detached from the ring carrier. The outer surface of the Occulori began to rumble as heat and atmosphere rebuffed its approach, nature desperate to repel this most unnatural creation of sorcery and science. Dragus could feel the vibrations tickle his scales even on their spiraling carriage ride as they went lower and lower towards the very bottom of the ship. The Blood Wyrm banged his saber-cane irritably on the carriage ceiling again. "Are you trying to hit every pothole?!"
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Jul 27, 2023 13:02:16 GMT -8
As Kr'Naan scanned the planet Eriadu with the telescopic device her ears were still tuned to the sound of her master's voice. "I should be so lucky, master." Kr'Naan replied sincerely as Dragus mused the tiny Tusken maturing into a cycloptic giant. Turning at the arrival of the wagon for them and rushing to open the door for her lizard lord who graciously offered his tail to her, which she accepted of course.
As she was prepping the tea Kr'Naan glanced peripherally at Dragus as he seemed to be bored. Trying to hurry as well as careful not to spill any of the brew, Kr'Naan set the china cup on saucer before him. Kr'Naan felt relieved as Dragus seemed to perk up slightly as he began chatting of their purpose here. He had broached the subject several times, braggadociously displaying his power to the tribal child who was more than eager to express her impressionability at her master's arcane abilities. Kr'Naan bowed her head slightly. "He would be a fool to not appreciate your munificence." That was another thing Dragus had noticed. The child's vocabular was expanding. It had been since he had met her in that fateful slave market on Nar Shaddaa, but giving her some room to grow was providing entertaining results. "If this Xitan does not, he shall-" Kr'Naan held her tongue as she was cut off by Dragus's warning of disrespecting Xitan in his own territory.Kr'Naan had no idea who this Xitan was, but given the fact that Dragus had referred to him as a Sith her face scrunched up in displeasure as if she had smelt something unpleasant; not that any foul smells would actually offend her nostrils after spending so much time with Dragus.
As far as the Tusken child knew, the Sith Eternal was a group of outsider shaman heretics Dragus was manipulating for his owns ends. While incapable of dreaming while asleep, the tyrannical Tusken had imagined the moment when they would be cast aside and destroyed for their affronts against the laws of the gods by manipulating their power. In particular the thought of slitting the throat of the being who dared call himself the Supreme One gave her great joy. The arrogance of a mortal to dare name themselves such was among the highest heresies, especially given their knowledge of the existence of dark god Hakusar.
Kr'Naan bowed her head once more. "The only opinion of me that matters is yours, master. The thoughts of some mortal heretic are meaningless." Since rejoining him she had also become more subservient and eager to please the saurian Sith. A result of the believed, and punished, betrayal leading to the events on Bakura. Dragus had also noticed her scribbling in small journals, especially after speaking to the sand child, though what was within it he did not care enough to look. Speaking of which... Kr'Naan finally took a seat in the carriage across from Dragus, removing such a journal from within the folds of her robes. Kr'Naan seemed nervous, her fully garbed form fidgeting. Finally her hooded head lowered fully, almost perpendicular with the floor, journal in hands extended out to Dragus, offering the black leather-bound book to the barbaric barabel still sipping his tea.
As Dragus took hold of the tusken's tome between two talons as if it was something contagious Kr'Naan, head still lowered, began to explain. "I have begun transcribing the text for the scripture. All of your words of wisdom and exploits to be delivered to your followers." Opening up the book and flipping through the pages, the book was filled with nearly indecipherable mad scribblings. Primitive petroglyphic language mixed with almost a dozen other languages, ewokese included, as well as other crude drawings. What little could be actually be translated was seemingly gibberish. Either it was in some sort of incredibly complex code, presumably that only the faithful would be able to understand, or perhaps just plainly illegible. Every now and then the odd descriptive of "mighty" or "powerful" could be deciphered, but the text seemed to lack even the most basic of structure. The silence Dragus caused the child to squirm further, piping back up."If it is not to your liking master I shall have the books I have filled burned to strike them from existence. I can start over." Books plural? How many of these had she filled so far?!
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Post by Darth Xitan on Jul 29, 2023 10:12:04 GMT -8
Utilizing his codes available would cause a holotransmitter to turn on. The smaller image of the masked Sith, Xitan, appeared between the conversing Lord of Famines and the Tusken Raider. Given that security on the planet had alerted him to the presence of a strange vessel in orbit, strange considering what Dragus had done to it, Xitan became suspicious. Namely because Dragus was known for his diabolical schemes. The fact that he came into the system and nothing had happened, yet, caused the Sith to be suspicious. And so, he appeared before the two that were conversing through holotransmission.
I am wondering what you have planned, Lord Dragus.
Xitan remarked in a suspicious tone. This was only possible considering the amount of time the Acolyte had spent on missions with the Sith Lord.
Entering this system and nothing has happened yet?
The Sith goes quiet for a moment.
You had best not be depositing Ranats on Eriadu secretly...
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Post by Dragus on Jul 30, 2023 5:23:00 GMT -8
Turning the nonsensical scripture around in his claws as he studied it with incredulity, the Great Devourer was reminded that his faithful sand squire was only a few years removed from squatting in the desert and eating mouthfuls of sand. Surrounded so often as he was by the highly evolved Celestial descendants and their sophisticated ways, it was easy to forget that while sweet, Kr'Naan was also a simpleton. Honestly it was just another clear example of what a benevolent and charitable fellow the Famine Lord was for taking in this primitive life form and providing for her a diverse education, though in hind sight perhaps too much focus of her training had been placed on martial ability, as opposed to mental acuity. He made a note to have Lil'Havok instruct his dim-witted desert lily to read and write at the next available opportunity. Seeing no sense in spoiling the mood, the Hungering One exhaled a sour breath of pestilent air, scattering the insectile gnats drawn to the rancid scraps of last weeks meal still trapped between the black scaled barabel's forest thick of gleaming fangs."Nonsssense, Wart." Hissed Dragus, his lips peeled back fully as he fixed her with a villainous grin that caused the scales of his cheeks to creak unnaturally. "Thiz iz exactly the sssort of thing I waz referring to when I ssspoke of thought and effort. Any member of the rat-kin could bring me a sssevered head or jar full of pickled eyeballz and call it a day, but you my dear went above and beyond, ssstarting your own religion. I am pleasssed to sssee the hardship you faced on Hoth haz not diminished your devotion, my sssweet." He waved her colourfully creative scrapbook in his claw before setting it aside on the table with the tea pot. "I'll have Squeakerz adhere it to the fridge. Squeakerz!" He snarled, eliciting a series of squeaks from his ranat assistant who was doing his best to hurry-scurry in pace with the blurrg drawn carriage, no easy feat given his recently acquired hook-paw. Dragus leaned his scaled snout out the window and peered down at the panting rodent, before grasping the tome and tossing it unceremoniously out the open portal where it conked his verminous underling in the head, causing Squeakers to stumble and roll to a stop with the book's cover stuck on his vibro-hook. "Put it on the fridge!" Shouted the Blood Wyrm after Squeakers with a cupped snout, before the carriage turned another corner and he sat back down.Shortly thereafter a holoprojector positioned in the carriage floor winked to life, projecting a blue tinged three dimensional representation of the Dark Apothecary's fellow member of the Sith Eternal, Xitan. Like Kr'Naan, the Sith Acolyte and recently risen despot of Eriadu concealed his physical appearance with a mask, much to He-Who-Hungers' comfort. Thoughtful. Xitan obviously recognized how unappealing the appearance of his hideous human form was to an elevated being such as the Dark Apothecary and took steps to guard his mentor from ocular contamination, rather than needing to be instructed to do so as was the case with his blossoming black melon. Rising from where it pooled into cold coils on the carriage floor, the bladed tip of Dragus' tail rose in the air next to his sinister expression and wagged from side to side, expressing his pleasant mood."Ah, Xitan, my boy." Cooed the serpentine Sith with a flick of his forked tongue. "It doez thiz old drake good to sssee you well, thriving even, after your recent conquessst of Eriadu." He held up a claw. "No need to worry about the ranatz. Sssince the Covenant of Blood'z untimely retirement..." He cast a side eye at Naan. "...I've had my entire work force replaced with chadra-fan." A lie. "I admit, they appear remarkably sssimilar. You probably won't be able to tell the difference." He waved a claw dismissively. "No matter. I have not come to discusss my preference in indentured labour. No, I made the journey out thiz way to reward your effortz in expanding the Sssith Eternal'z territory, even if the Council haz had to publicly denounce your actionz." He shook his snout from side to side. "Don't take it persssonally. They are mossstly jussst jealouz they didn't think of it firssst. Garrax even sssaid you had gall, which I think iz az clossse to a compliment az he iz capable of giving. But I for one believe you are due more honour than feigned disssdain from the Council. Az sssuch, I've brought you a gift az way of reward for your hard work." He shrugged, intentionally coy. "No need to thank me, thiz trip will alssso double az an expedition to the planet'z Carrion Plateau. I'm interesssted in Eriadu'z veermok population and wish to gather a few specimenz for further ssstudy."It would hardly be Dragus if there wasn't an ulterior motive involved. "I've already picked out a lovely ssspot to deposssit your gift right in front of that new fortresss of yourz. We're on our way down az we ssspeak and shall sssee you shortly." As if on cue, the ruby red sphere shaped Core Ship referred to by the draconian as the Occulori entered the upper reaches of the atmosphere as it accelerated towards the former Tarkin compound of Raven's Peak.
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Aug 1, 2023 8:43:02 GMT -8
Kr'Naan bowed her head at the praise from Dragus for her efforts. "I only wish to spread your message to those ignorant of your teachings and the future all who accept you into their hearts has to look forward to, master." Looking up just as Dragus tossed the book out of the window, Kr'Naan began to raise her hand as her book of mad ramblings was cast out of the carriage to the struggling Squeakers, as if to try and catch it herself. The sand scribbler was still compiling the different books she wrote of her escapades and the wise musings of her master words and actions. Lowering her hand almost disappointedly, Kr'Naan made the vow to recover the novelization of sacred text for the true believers. Even if she had to pry it from Squeaker's cold dead claw.
Nearly jumping at the sudden holographic appearance of Xitan between herself and Dragus, Kr'Naan steadied herself as the masked figure was quick to try and assert authority over her master with a warning of Dragus's doings. The Tusken terror was smart enough to remain silent as the two conversed, that and her master had ordered her to behave, but her face behind the metal mask the diminutive pet of the saurian Sith was a rage-filled glowering directed at the transmitted form of Xitan. If her master wished to blanket the surface of this planet with a wave of ranats one hundred feet thick to the ground there were none who could question him. Thankfully her thoughts and emotions were a mystery to those gifted with the Force, bein on the same level as a Yuuzhan Vong due to the trauma she had experienced to her midi-chlorians on Bakura. The only way of telling the Tusken was there, without your eyes, was the dark presence the mask she wore emitted. Kr'Naan's body language however, was far less subtle; as she tensed up as Xitan spoke.
Thankfully she seemed to relax as Dragus did not seem to mind, in fact returning the warning given by Xitan with a sort of teasing. Of course, she thought, her master was far too superior to even consider such a lower being worth getting worked up over. Besides, they were here to deliver a gift to this mortal. Some leeway for his ungrateful attitude to any attention from the Hakusar could be given, considering the occasion and their reason for being here.
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Post by Dragus on Aug 14, 2023 11:11:58 GMT -8
Several weeks after Quintad Orbital Manufacturing fell into the hands of the Sith...Thick white foam congealed into a grey paste, frothing at the corners of the lips of a heavily panting rodent, roughly the size of an eight year old human child. Its greasy brown fur was slicked back against its scabrous pink flesh, rife with parasites and pustules, replete with a crooked snout pinioned with bent whiskers. Two fiendish beady black eyes scouted for threats ahead of it, as it hurry-scurried down a pristine corridor of the shipyard facility, occasionally ducking between legs as it scampered towards the conference room. A pair of automatic doors whooshed apart as its claws scrabbled for purchase on the recently polished deck, sliding into the room where the rodent bumped into a round wooden table. Elderly humans in over-starched uniforms argued with each other from across the tables length, gesturing with exaggerated hand motions and finger waves, only pausing to light another cigarette or take a sip of caf from ornate cups of expensive porcelain. At the end of the table was seated an absurdly garbed alien, some sort of reptilian xenos with a fetish for feathers, judging by the robe of black rishii quills he wore layered over black scales. Resting on the bipedal lizard's rigid scalp was the yellowing top half of a rishii skull, with its sharp edged beak curling over the end of his crocodilian snout.A slit black pupil set in the drake's bloody right eye followed the path of his verminous assistant, Squeakers, as the hench-mouse reached his side and offered the Dark Apothecary a long folded length of parchment. "You've brought it?" Inquired the Blood Wyrm, studying the diseased rodent for any sign of deception. Squeakers, to its credit, nodded its misshaped skull in confirmation. Dragus wasted no time taking the paper roll from his underling and dragged a hooked talon through a wax seal baring a familiar looking Eye shaped sigil. The saurian Sith unfolded the lengthy parchment to reveal the blue prints for a ship, which he spread across the table, using coffee cups and ash trays as anchors to weigh it in place. He then proceeded to jab the centre of the diagram with a claw, which drew the attention of the arguing shipwrights and executives. "Ceassse your sssquawking, gentlemen. Thiz iz the desssign I ssspoke of."A dour faced Eriadu native with an unhealthy grey pallor to their skin leaned forwards, adjusting a set of tiny spectacles resting on the crook of a long beak like nose that stood sentinel over an impressively bushy mustache. "An Allegiance-class battlecruiser?" He looked up, confusion writ across his thinning brow. "We have this design on file already.""Look clossser." Insisted Dragus, accepting a lit pipe from the gnarled paws of his assistant, placing the stem of its long fluted end in the corner of his terrifying jaws. "Thiz re-envisssioning waz a joint collaboration between the esssteemed Ballz Bralor of Shi'Tok Industriez, and my older brother, Bacca." His scales creaked like cracked leather as the corners of the Hungering One's lips curled into a venomous smile. "You remember the very, very angry giant Cyclopz, that usssed to run Bilbringi Shipyardz? That Bacca. Who I happen to have on ssspeed-dial. Perhapz I should give him a ring...""NO!" "That'z what I thought." He hissed, misting the table with crimson flecks as he got back to the business at hand. "Thiz blueprint iz not only for a warship...it iz a shrine. Sssome of the architecture and desssign may ssseem foreign or unnatural to you, but you mussst follow thessse instructionz exactly. Manipulating the etheric flow of Force currentz through a warship iz an exact ssscience, well beyond your ken to comprehend." He bared fangs glistening with blood. "Don't fuck it up."
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Post by Dragus on Sept 17, 2023 12:13:24 GMT -8
In high orbit over Eriadu, several iconic wedge shaped cruisers sat in anchor as crews continued to arrive from the Abrion Sector, fresh from the Rishi Maze and the Cloak of the Sith. The passengers aboard each transport were comprised mainly of humans, derived from the cults of Roon and the cloning cylinders of Kamino. A smaller percentage of twi'leks accompanied them, some originating from the small population on the thrice cursed capital of the Eternal, others fresh recruits from nearby Ryloth. These Sith loyalists were to serve aboard the newly formed Sector fleet, comprised of the Allegiance-class Battlecruiser christened the 'Vitiate', four upgraded Vindicator-class heavy cruisers, and twice as many Arquitens-class command cruisers. While the flagship of the sector fleet was scheduled to soon join the Eye of Astera in the Pzobian nebula of the K749 system, the remainder of the fleet would be staying behind to oversee more recent interests. Tugs circled the finished cruisers, adding the last finishing touches as a layer of black paint was adhered to hull of each ship. A crimson racing stripe split each wedge down the centre, offering an additional speed boost, though even the shipwrights that had built the vessels weren't entirely sure how that worked exactly.
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Post by Dragus on Sept 24, 2023 4:21:12 GMT -8
After months of construction the orbital yards finally yielded results. A massive wedge blistering with gun turrets drifted out of the manufacturing facilities surrounding the planet, dominating the space lanes as it drifted across the system, accompanied by the rest of the Abrion sector defense fleet. The four Vindicator-class cruisers and eight Arquitens-class command cruisers looked like the younger siblings of the bestial Allegiance-class Battlecruiser, christened in a coating of alchemically adhered blood paint to drape the vessel in the Sith Eternal colours, matching the same shade of dark red as the Nu-Jakes serving inside its thick plated hull.Its inaugural journey would take it beyond the borders of the territory claimed by the Greater Roon Remnant. First it was to journey to the K749 system on the borders of the galactic edge, where the Dark Apothecary had tracked a pod of purrgil prior to their journey across the intergalactic void, discovering a 'dropping off' point as it were deep inside the crackling Pzobian nebula. There this new dreadnought, blessed in name as the Vitiate as decreed by the Supreme Leader, would convene with the massive hyperspace ring currently being constructed over Hypori. With the aid of the vile machinations of the Dark Forge under the Fabricator General's command, the Eye of Astera as it was called, would connect with the Vitiate and carry it across the vast emptiness of the great starless sea, to whatever destination lay beyond.All the pieces were beginning to fall into place. The conquest of Geonosis provided the Sith Eternal with access to the insectoid hive workers, who were currently being set to the task of mining unrefined coaxium from recently subdued Kessel. Currently ranat clan Rustrot were on their way to the spice mines with the processing equipment and the Dark Apothecary's new alchemical recipe for ultra-coaxium, which would transform the unrefined hyperfuel into a more potent form, more than capable of sending the Eye of Astera, the Vitiate, and the SE members brave enough to risk the journey on their quest into the Unknown. Granted this new fuel variant was ten times more explosive if not properly cryogenically stored, but that probably wouldn't come into play. Not sure why I even brought it up >.> Arriving at the entrance to the hyperlane, the Vitiate and the rest of its accompanying fleet streaked across the starline as they made the lightspeed jump into hyperspace.
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Feb 26, 2024 20:38:17 GMT -8
The azure swirl of hyperspace turned to streaks then to pinpoints of starlight as the Devastator transitioned to normal space outside of Eriadu's gravity well. Proceeding forward on sublight power, the Imperial III moved through the void of space toward the planet's orbit. Aware that Darth Xitan's Eternal Flame Squadron would be guarding the despot's personal fiefdom, Darth Rebellious addressed his comms officer from the command bridge's catwalk.
“Transmit our idents to the Firebrand to let them know I am here. I would like to avoid any accidental hostilities.”
“Yes, my lord!” The ensign exclaimed in response from the data pit as he tapped away at his station's consoles, sending codes over to the Xyston-class that identified the vessel as a warship of the Greater Roon Remnant under command of the Eternal's Fist. Moments later a welcome message was received, after which, the Sith Lord left the bridge tower and swiftly proceeded to the hangar where his star courier waited at the ready. With pre-flight checks already taken care of, the Kiffar boarded the craft and sent it screaming out of the hanger bay into the vacuum and down toward the planet's atmosphere.
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