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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Apr 2, 2022 22:17:06 GMT -8
Waiting patiently in the elevator for Dragus to join, Kr'Naan stared at the masses of undomesticated barabels, little more than beasts. The ray shield flickered for a moment before shutting off. Several of the rabid reptiles noticed this immediately and looked over at the two beings within their now slightly larger enclosure. Kr'Naan blinked a few times, confused. She turned her head to look at Dragus as he hurriedly entered the lift and began repeatedly mashing the button the close the lift's doors. The Tusken swore she could hear him muttering under his breath."Shut, shut, shut, shut, shut, shut, shut..." Turning back to the hoard of scaled spawn, Kr'Naan and one of the bilker barabel's offspring locked eyes. Beneath her mask her face went pale with fear. A tidal wave of talons and fangs rapidly made its way towards the slowly closing door of the lift. Her heart leaping into her throat, Kr'Naan pressed her back against the rear wall of the elevator, closing her eyes to avoid watching helplessly as her death came upon her. She had no weapons, not that she even stood a chance against the offspring of a god.Snap. Clunk. Vrrrr. Kr'Naan heard as the elevator doors closed and the lift began to move. Her hand clutched her chest, the girl's heart fluttering from the fear of the close call. As Dragus was chuckling at his practical joke for the poor soul who went into the corral after them, Kr'Naan slowly let out a relieved breath to calm her nerves. Listening and focusing on his words as he gave his explanation. The youngling seemed to hang on his every word as the saurian Sith twisted the truth to spoon feed her an altered reality, indoctrinating her further. Any shortcomings in the stories were filled in by her imagination. Why was she needed to retrieve the crystal if he had all of these minions and resources? Why not get rid of her after the task was done? It was obviously because she was special, just as he had told her in her dreams. It was Kr'Naan's suspicion that she had not been told the whole truth as to her importance to the deity's plans. It was just a feeling at the moment, but it made her feel great joy thinking that Dragus was hiding her true destiny for her sake. Because if she knew how important she was to his plans that would alter the outcome.One particular word did make the Tusken's face contort in a displeased expression, not that it was visible. Sorcerer. Another word for shaman. This 'Supreme One' was almost instantly disliked by the young Tusken. Her ingrained distrust and prejudice of mortals who manipulated the powers of the gods nearly cementing the opinion of the otherwise unknown being. Kr'Naan would need to be on guard if ever she met this sorcerer. As Lil'Mort had explained to her, Dragus was often the target of attack by unscrupulous characters and it was their responsility to help protect him as best they could.Still, she could see the wisdom in allowing someone else as a sort of figurehead to the masses while at any moment Dragus could snap him out of existence and claim his rightful place. Until he had completed his ascension the unborn god was vulnerable to his enemies. Why take the risk of being out in the open? And if this 'Supreme One' died because of his own avarice in allowing himself to believe the lie he was the true claimant to the throne that belonged to her master...that would be even better. At this thought, Kr'Naan's lips formed a devious smile and nodded in agreement to the saurian Sith's last words."They are useful until they are not." She agreed wholeheartedly in ewokese, followed by a sinister chuckle of her own as thoughts of killing this 'Supreme One' crossed her mind. Kr'Naan exited the turbolift behind Dragus, her attention quickly taken by the sight of the bridge. Though dimly lit, this just made the blinking lights stand out more. Combined with the swirling blue view of hyperspace, it was a beautiful thing to behold; something she had only done twice now. Though primitive she knew better than to think it was magic, but still it did not seem like it could be anything but as they exited hyperspace and in the viewport was now a orb: a planet, different from the previous one they had just left. Followed by the view of a space battle; utter devastation and annihilation. She lingered just outside the lift to watch as Dragus strode forward, interacting with one of the crew.At her master's call for her assume the seat of command on the bridge, Kr'Naan was hesitant to oblige. She took a few small steps forward before stopping and looking to Dragus as he continued his warped grin and nodded to the Tusken, though less patiently. Kr'Naan stepped up and climbed onto the command throne of the Covenant of Blood. Kr'Naan looked over the buttons on the arms, not knowing what any of them did, before once again looking to Dragus with an unseen worried, confused and slightly overwhelmed look beneath her mask. Worried, as she did not want to be turned into a mindless beast like her master's offspring, products of mortals being too immersed in the power of the heavens. Confused, as to why she was sitting at the seat of power of the ship instead of Dragus. Overwhelmed, as a result of the vast array of buttons, switches and knobs on the chair whose purpose she had no inkling of."W-what now?" She asked nervously in ewokese.
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Post by Dragus on Apr 3, 2022 8:01:56 GMT -8
What now, indeed. While it was certainly against just about every Imperial regulation to allow a child on the bridge of a star destroyer, it should be obvious at this point by the state of the Covenant that rules and regulation were either flouted or had completely gone by the wayside. There was also a general irresponsibility to place said child in the command throne, within a fingers reach of an assortment of override controls that could unleash fiery death on an otherwise unsuspecting population. In this case, however, that was the point."W-what now?" She asked nervously in ewokese. Dragus' initial reply was only an ever widening insidious grin, to the point where even the freakishly stretched dimensions of his snout pulled to the point of nearly splitting scales. The rancid stench of his breath grew more pronounced as leaned in closer, his ever salivating jaws dripping hot steaming ropes of drool on the left arm on the throne, his hungry eyes focusing on her like two burning coals."Now, poppet, you become the inssstrument of my divine will." He hissed delightedly, like a child himself so full of barely contained glee. In the next moment as a predator stalking its prey, his toe talons raked the bridge deck as he crossed towards the banks of consoles responsible for coordinating the warship's considerable arsenal of turbolaser cannons. A cultist and rat-man sank low in their seats as the saurian placed his claws on the heads of their chairs and leaned in, staring at the screens in front of them as he consumed the data presented on the display. He spoke in hushed tones and selected several targets before having the officers, if you could truly call them that, transfer firing control to the command throne. On the right arm of the throne, two buttons illuminated, one blue and the other red. Satisfied with his selection, the drool dripping drake returned to Kr'Naan's side and tapped a series of pointed digits on the left arm of her seat, replacing the view of the planet before them with an magnified image of the surface split in two. One the left side of the display there was a hospital, located within the heart of a city centre and surrounded by the day to day life one might expect in such an environment. On the right side, an otherwise barren landing strip connected to an airbase, small but with some military purpose.One civilian, one military. But why the choice? For all intensive purpose, the forces under the command of this sinister cabal had complete supremacy and could visit whatever destruction they desired relatively unmolested. There wasn't a need for any sort of orbital strike. Well, it all came back to that initial moment when Dragus had first laid eyes upon the tusken girl. In that instance he had witnessed a vision, some unclear prophesy that spoke to him of blood and sand. While he cared little for the will and desire of the Force, it had peaked his curiosity in the most vexing of ways. That phantom scent still lingered whenever he closed his eyes, beckoning him to make it a reality, and what better way than to push her further down the dark path of depravity that he tread with every ill-intentioned step."I presssent you with a choice. To your right you will notice thossse two glowing buttonz. Each iz connected to a powerful weapon that will utterly annihilate the targetz disssplayed in front of you. Presss the blue button and you will dessstroy a hossspital, a centre of healing full of the sssick and injured. Presss the red button and you will dessstroy a military bassse full of flying vehiclez that might oppossse uz az we make planetfall, which we will be doing shortly after thiz. One choice will pleassse me, the other will disssappoint, ssso choose wisssely." His forked tongue flicked the air between them. "Now, make your ssselection."There was an argument to make for either target, but surely by now after the time they had spent together she had a good enough sense of the twisted terrasaur to choose correctly. He failed to mention that the turbolasers of a star destroyer had enough power to crack a continent and any target she chose would have quite a bit of collateral damage to anything nearby, but he also didn't view that as relevant. To Dragus this was nothing more than a test to see where the child of sand fell on a scale of morality.
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Apr 3, 2022 19:04:39 GMT -8
Kr'Naan swallowed nervously as she listened to the decision given to her. Her head tilted down to carefully study the two buttons that were hers to choose from before looking up at the display to then analyze the split view of the targets provided. Both targets had their merits as Dragus had pointed out, but only one would please him. Then which one was the correct one? Kr'Naan adjusted herself in the command throne as he began to try and think this through.The hospital was the obvious choice to her given not only the value of eliminating future combatants, but also the saurian Sith's disposition. It was the easy choice. Kr'Naan's finger drifted over the blue button, but stopped. It couldn't be that simple, could it? Kr'Naan looked up to Dragus questioningly, trying to discern a hint of an answer. But the reptilian reprobate's expression offered no trace of one, Dragus taking on an unusually stoic and emotionless front for the barbaric barabel. The Tusken youngling would receive no help in her decision. Kr'Naan moved her gloved finger away from the blue button and looked back down to think further.The military base was small, but outsider weapons were very powerful. If they eliminated them now, they would have less resistance in destroying anything else they wanted; including the hospital. If they waited it could become a larger problem down the line, aiding the rest of the population with training and any safeguarded weapons they managed to gather. Kr'Naan's finger then moved to hover over the red button, but stopped short of pushing it. She again looked up at Dragus, again hoping to spot a flinch or twitch that would tell her this was what he wanted. There was nothing. Kr'Naan pulled her finger away from the red button as well to think further.Kr'Naan's thoughts went back to her homeworld, and the harsh realities that her people endured. The R'Crurak tribe was small, but they had survived as long as they had because of the brutality they showed their enemies. It was rare for them to take prisoners, even children, unless there was a good reason. Kr'Naan personally only knew of two or three survivors from other tribes whose lands had been taken by the R'Crurak Sentry warriors, and even then they had been handed off to a larger clan they were allied with. If there were more, she did not know of them. It would likely be a great shame and they would try to hide their true origins, either blending in or living in exile. Kr'Naan gasped slightly as she realized she had thought of an answer.When given a choice to eliminate any dangers or opponents, was it not best to do so utterly and completely? Any survivors of such attacks could be dealt with as stragglers, taken as prisoners to be traded or enslaved, but the main objective should be to destroy almost all hope of victory to demoralize and discourage any resistance. Kr'Naan giggled quietly and felt a giddiness swell up within her; so much so that she almost began kicking her booted feet as she sat upon the throne. Kr'Naan looked back up to Dragus once more, radiating pride as bright as the twin suns of her home system at high noon. With great force she pressed down on BOTH buttons, giggling more as she believed this to be the true answer. "Destroy them all!" She exclaimed gleefully in ewokese while holding back more chuckles.
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Post by Dragus on Apr 5, 2022 5:45:00 GMT -8
The moment Kr'Naan's nimble fingers jammed down on the two buttons, the Covenant of Blood's turbolaser cannons roared to life, violently releasing two emerald green lances of energized blaster gas towards the surface of Rishi. The dual image displayed before them grew bright as brilliant death reigned downed from the heavens and then immolated each target and the surrounding landscape. Both locations were cratered and glassed, with the residual blast waves spreading out in all directions, flattening anything in the vicinity that hadn't already been transformed into vapor. Dragus stood there, arms crossed as he looked down on the tusken girl who was giggling maddeningly like a child at play. His wicked grin softened somewhat and for the briefest of moments, he looked on her as a dotting father might, proud of their child's accomplishment. Behind the serpentine Sith lord, dark apostle Lorn Dirkwood couldn't help but notice the change in his master. Despite the peril of picking the depraved draconian's brain, he whispered in the Hungering One's ear, his own curiosity granting him an unusual level of courage. "Milord, who is this child?" Whatever pleasant feeling the saurian had expressed a moment ago, it was replaced by a growing aura of cold menace, as all warmth in the room seemed to be drawn into his blackened soul and banished from existence. He turned on the dark apostle, his tail spike rising over his shoulder like a scorpion ready to strike. There was madness and fury held in his gaze in equal measure. Lorn could only cast his eyes down towards the floor as the breath caught in his throat and he found himself unable to move as the Famine Lord fixed his attention on him. The ring of scar tissue encircling his neck itched feverishly, further reminding this minion of Dragus that his life was not his own and on a whim it could be extinguished. Warmth spread throughout Lorn's trousers and he dropped to his knees as the pungent scent of his own urination fouled the air. His fear might have been the only thing that saved his life. Somewhat satisfied by the pathetic display of his flagship's commander, Dragus lowered his tail and turned away, once more looking on the destruction wrought on the view screen by the sand child's selection."You mean Wart?" He raised a scaled brow quizzically before offering a shrug of his broad shoulders. "At firssst I thought her nothing more than sssome pitiful sssavage I had procured at a Nar Shaddaa flesh market, but she'z shown sssuch promissse that I've decided to keep her on az my own persssonal paige. Though she lackz an affinity for the gift, there iz sssuch darknesss in her that it iz clear to me that the Eye haz turned itz gaze upon her. For what purpossse..." He stroked his scaled chin ponderously. "...I can not sssay. Only time will tell I suppossse."Returning his attention to the subject of discussion, Dragus clapped his scaled palms together repeatedly while simultaneously thumping his tail on the deck. He let out a dark rasping cackle as he stepped in front of the command throne and grasped Kr'Naan's by the shoulders with his powerful claws and lifted her out of the seat, spinning her around the room, once, twice, and then a third time before setting her on the ground as he contained his amusement."Well done, my dear, you have chosssen correctly. Thossse that inhabit thiz world are not yet mine, and thuz their presssence offendz me. They all must sssuffer until the proper obeisance iz shown." He ran a forked tongue over his slavering incisors as red flecks misted from his lips. "Shall we instruct them persssonally?"Again, there was only one right answer.
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Apr 5, 2022 21:13:08 GMT -8
Kr'Naan had not noticed the exchange between Dragus and Dirkwood, her attention being fully enraptured by the viewscreens showing the devastation she had wrought upon the denizens of the world. It all seemed so far away, yet she could see it up close here before her. Kr'Naan looked down at her hands in awe. In a moment she had blinked out so many lives that had stood against the glory of her master. She had been the judge of their worth and found them lacking. She was the arbiter of his will in that moment. Kr'Naan tightened her hands into fists as they began to shake as the weight of the action she had just performed began to set it. Somewhere in her mind a switch had flipped. This shock was not horror, sadness or even disbelief; it was excitement. This power was intoxicating, but it also left her with an emptiness; she wanted more. She craved it.Kr'Naan, fingers still trembling as she unfurled her gloved fingers and began to move them over the buttons once more to press them again. Before she was able to though, she was swept up and swung around by the saurian Sith in congratulations. Kr'Naan wobbled for just a moment as she regained her footing after being sat down on the deck of the bridge, steadying herself as she heard the drooling dragonid address her, giving her praise and another choice. The Tusken youngling was still overtaken by the rush of mass murder, her desire for more muffling the meaning of even the black-scaled barabel's words momentarily.Kr'Naan made a step towards the throne she had been taken from, but she was cut off by the sneering Lorn Dirkwood who stepped between her and the command apparatus. Despite the wet mark on the man's trousers and the trail of urine he was leaving behind from his pantleg, he still looked down upon the Tusken girl and gave her a wide look of disdain. He cleared his throat and spoke harshly to the youngling with all the superiority of one barely a rung higher on the sinister serpent's list of standing, which may or may not have changed in this interaction. He needed to let the speck who was higher up on the food chain without upsetting his Dragus further."You would be wise to answer, child." He said in a superior tone to Kr'Naan in Basic, the Tusken only understanding the word 'answer.' Kr'Naan blinked as she snapped back into the present and looked back up to Dragus, confused. The Tusken still felt as if she were not completely in her own body, leaving her feeling detached in the moment. The thrill of the act she had just committed was still sinking in, but she had enough of her faculties to answer. Her tone was cold but firm."Of course, master. They must all witness your glory in person." She said calmly in ewokese. Given new direction and a more immediate purpose, Kr'Naan would follow Dragus quietly. Before leaving however, Kr'Naan stopped and turned back to give Lorn Dirkwood a death glare, memorizing his face so as to remember it for later. The flagship's commander did not take notice, instead retaking his position on the bridge without changing his soiled attire and continuing like nothing had happened and he was not soaking in his own filth. He did jump slightly as the lift doors snapped shut as Dragus and Kr'Naan left, and let out a small sigh of relief, rubbing the scars around his neck.Kr'Naan remained quiet for a while longer as the turbolift moved, staring once more down at her hands, almost as if in disbelief. There was a disconnect from commanding the warship's weapons, but the feeling was still there. How many lives had she extinguished with two fingers? Dozens? Hundreds? Thousands? Her mind could barely fathom such an amount of death. Kr'Naan turned back to Dragus to ask a question."How many people have you killed, master?" She asked plainly in ewokese. It was a very naïve question, but one born out of her endless curiosity. After all, who would expect the Lord of Famine to remember every victim or keep track of that sort of thing? But by the nature of the Tusken child's question it was easy to surmise she was not looking for an exact number. No, she was likely looking for some sort of wisdom from her idol after committing such a deed.After all in all likelihood it was very possible that no other single person in the history of her people, living or dead, had a higher body count than the Tusken youngling.
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Post by Dragus on Apr 9, 2022 5:30:11 GMT -8
How many? Curious. Truth be told he had never stopped to count as the grand tally had never seemed that important. After all, the exogorth does not count the number of mynocks it has swallowed, it simply does. It is the nature of things. By why the question? Was she perhaps feeling some button-pushers remorse? Trapped together in the turbo-lift, he expanded his awareness and probed the surface of the sand child's mind, sifting through those emotions closest to the surface and nearest to expression. No, not guilt. Fortunately so for he had always struggled to understand that particular concept. It was more likely she had just received her first taste of power and wanted a wand with which to compare her own growing corpse count. Oh the exuberance of youth! He could recall his own desire to compete and compare with the likes of Kryptman and Mortale in his younger years. His unfortunately necessary isolation from those members of his dark family had taught him the folly in this. Perhaps now would be a good time to impart said wisdom on the tusken simpleton before she too lost grasp of what was most important.
Slithering like a serpent, the saurian's fifth and frankly favourite appendage encircled Kr'Naan and drew her close to the creature of black scale's soiled midnight robe, to the point where she might have been able to feel the primal pulse of cold blood coursing beneath his dark hide. His snout bent down, jaws just agape enough to let the fetid odor of his breath wash over her like a warm unwelcome wind. Eyes the colour of corpse water focused intensely on the girl and began to spiral out from the center in hypnotic fashion. Meanwhile he expressed himself through the fey, expanding his wicked aura like a soul wasting miasma to encompass and swallow up the tasty little sand gnat drawn to him.
"How many grainz of sssand are in the dune sssea?" He hissed wretchedly, souring the air with every crimson spit syllable. "Countlesss, I suppossse. The number iz the sssame, but it iz not what iz mossst important. The work, my dear, the work iz what givez it meaning." He pressed his psyche into her own, piercing her mind's eye to share the tormented echoes that shrieked throughout the blighted corridors of the Covenant of Blood. A history of horror was hers to explore if she was bold enough to look. Now when her eyes fell upon the gore stained deck, she might see the ghosts that haunted these halls, bound to it forever in exquisite agony. "Take thiz vesssel for example. A million soulz or more were required to transssform thiz machine of war into the beautiful tapessstry of anguish you sssee before you. That iz the gift I offer thiz galaxy. I kill ssso that I might create sssomething new and..." Horrible. "...wonderful."
That was what so many failed to understand. He was more than a monster, he was an artist. It was not something he shared very often, not even with his brothers who found his form of evil expression entertaining, but failed to truly comprehend the purpose for it all. Only the fascist Fallanassi had ever grasped the full extent of his creative vision. The galaxy was his canvas and with every wicked deed, he added another brush stroke to the completed work of art.
A slight reverberation in the floor beneath their feet made it clear they had reached their destination. Splitting apart with a rusted creak, the doors of the lift opened to reveal the same dim hangar from which they first arrived. Unlike before, the massive space was teeming with activity. Warning lights strobed overhead in seizure inducing flashes of brilliance, while klaxons screeched like claws on slate. LAAT gunships in various state of disrepair rose off the deck, overflowing with rat-men that seemed to cling to the exterior of the rusted transports when the holds were stuffed beyond capacity with greasy brown fur and scab covered tails. Mechanized rails moved thick plated drop pods over the vast open pit that served as the hangar door, releasing them into the void where they streaked towards the surface of the planet below. The bestial shrieks of the Hungering One's mad offspring could be heard, claws scraping against their confinement as they were launched into the black, unleashed like a plague on the populace of the planet. Across the deck a LAAT waited for them, with a troupe of familiar ewoks waving to the serpentine sultan of sin and debauchery. Dragus licked his slavering jaws with a swish of his forked tongue as the pungent scent of vacated fear glands from nervous ranats teased his powerful sense of smell. He led Kr'Naan across the deck towards the gunship, stopping a dozen feet back to admire the old transport. Its hull appeared the colour of crusted blood, which may have been used to coat its surface given the black scaled fiend's proclivities. His heraldry swayed in the residual breeze created by the repulsors of other departing transports, a fanged maw on a leathery flag of tanned human hide.
Three of the Famine Lord's flock were present, with the milky eyed fourth already seated in the gunships pilot seat. The cyclopean Lil'Bacca was taking a few practice swings with a wooden club with a gnarled head embedded with the plucked remains of some unfortunate sentient beings teeth. The emaciated Lil'Mort was present, twirling the same ewok spear of power he had carried on their journey through the deep woods. Lil'Kaan was also standing by, sharpening a series of jagged edged stone knives with a flint, giggling maddeningly to himself. A table was erected in front of the gunship, holding a primitive selection of armament of various craft and quality. "Find sssomething that suitz you, Wart." Growled Dragus, indicating the armament on the table with an extended talon. His claws wrapped around a familiar folded robe of flayed faces, causing the barabel to breath deeply as he inhaled the rotten stench of his favourite outfit. He slid the soiled midnight robe from his shoulders before unfolding the preferred garment and throwing it around his naked frame.
Soon he would have a new outfit to replace this one, comprised of hundreds of freshly harvested feathers, one for every life shredded beneath his claws.
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Apr 13, 2022 23:23:53 GMT -8
Kr'Naan flinched at the feeling of a sharp cold pain enter her mind as Dragus probed her mind seeking the reasoning behind her question, while leaving open a sampling of the horrific acts perpetrated within the vessel they occupied. Surprisingly the uli-ah did not seem to have a reaction, positive or otherwise. With a combination of the terrors inflicted to her within the last few days, the close proximity to Dragus and his antics, as well as the mass murder she had just committed she was a bit desensitized at the moment to the sights she saw flash in a millisecond across her mind."Souls are bound to this ship?" She asked rhetorically, not truly expecting an answer and more just speaking aloud in ewokese. It made sense, she concluded. Disembodied souls were thought to be very powerful, only hampered and contained by their physical forms. So to "acquire" many and use them for a purpose such as, say, binding them to a ship would potentially give the starcraft arcane properties. Not being able to sense or interact with the powers of the gods herself this was why the Covenant of Blood appeared to be just a larger ship. There was so much more to this place than she could imagine; at least that was the reason the Tusken youngling's mind came to. When a vacuum of proper explanation was present her adolescent mind filled in information with imagination.Kr'Naan was quiet for a moment as she thought on the saurian Sith's explanation of his "gift." Her steps were slow as they got off the elevator, until finally the young Tusken believed she understood the "true" meaning and she hurriedly caught back up with the atrocious ophidian."So you are gathering more souls to create something? Like a harvest?" She questioned again in ewokese. "Are you the gift? When you get enough souls will that help your birth to godhood?" Kr'Naan thought she heard a small chuckle at her question, but was unsure as she was directed to a table display of assorted weaponry.Kr'Naan eyed each armament carefully, eventually wrapping her hands around the hilt of a large obsidian bladed broadsword nearly twice her height. With excruciatingly loud scraping by her pulling, the enormous weapon fell to the floor with a loud reverberating thunk as the stone material impacting the metal beneath the filth that coated the surface of the deck. Far too large for the diminutive child, but it was sort of funny to watch her struggle to lift the heavy blade. Kr'Naan did give up after another few tries of trying to lift the impractical edged weapon. With a roll of his eyes Dragus would effortless lift the broadsword with one hand and lay it back on the table, and shifted his gaze back and forth from the Tusken child to the weaponry on the table.After a moment the barbaric barabel lifted a twin set of curved shortswords of crude metal. They were meant to be used as a pair, but given the Tusken's size it would be a perfect fit. A shriek from a ranat bystander could be heard as Dragus heaved the sword in his left hand without care for where it landed and he turned the blade's hilt over to Kr'Naan, who took of the sword. Kr'Naan's arms fell with the weight of the shortsword, but she was able to hold it upright with both hands."You'll grow into it. Practize makesss perfect." Stated Dragus with a authoritative tone. "And you sssshall have alot of practize. Siss Siss Siss!" He concluded with foreboding laughter.
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Post by Dragus on Apr 14, 2022 5:30:15 GMT -8
Garbed and armed, Dragus ushered the flock aboard as the hot wash of repulsor engines spread filth and sour air about the deck. A rickety contraption of long wooden poles and tanned animal hide tarp was mounted to the ceiling of the gunship, of similar primitive craft as the armament Kr'Naan's new ewok brethren carried. The curious sand tick that she was, no doubt her goggle obscured eyes would have fell on the unique design, drawing the notice of the craftsman himself. Raising an emaciated arm to point the ewok spear of powa! at the wooden device overhead, the dark furred bear grinned excitedly before spreading his arms and growling in the native tongue of the children of the Great Tree. "Ewok engineering." He explained, though even his gruff tone couldn't conceal the glee he took in his work. "Called a hang-glider. Lets ewoks fly." Talk of defeating the forces of gravity was followed by a lurch from the LAAT as it rose on wings of air and began to float across the deck towards the open pit of darkness that served as the hangar door. Groans of creaking metal along with the obvious corrosion of metal within the hold of the gunship revealed the age and wear the old vessel endured. Clad in his cloak of skin, Dragus slapped the rusty deck with his tail blade and scraped the scales of his chin with a long curved finger talon. "Indeed. If only all our craft were ssso well conssstructed..."
From his seat in the cockpit, the cataract crusted ocular orbs of Lil'Havok glanced over the controls, operating more from memory and some unseen force than by physical sight. His paw flipped a switch and the doors along either side of the gunship slid into place, sealing the occupants inside moments before the vessel dropped into the cold vacuum and hurdled towards the planet below. The cold void of space silenced the protesting screech of its straining engines.
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Post by Dragus on Aug 13, 2022 11:35:30 GMT -8
Under the continued onslaught of its people by the forces of Famine, Rishi found itself bowed and beaten, bloodied and defeated. In orbit, the Imperial II-class Star Destroyer 'Covenant of Blood' received the first tithe from the planet. Rising from the surface, armoured transports over laden with the spoils of war emerged from the atmosphere and made the short trek across the cold void towards the frightful maw of the dreadnought's open hangar. It wasn't riches, ore, or rare materials transported into its dimly lit bay, but something far more vital to its continued path of terror through the black of space. Each transport was packed to the brim with captured slaves, crammed so tightly in the holds that some expired on the journey from the surface to space. Hordes of rat men waited for these mewling captives, beady red eyes staring expectantly as disembarkment ramps were lowered to the deck and long lines of chained together Rishii were led off the transports. Many had the feathers stripped from their otherwise naked yellow flesh, forced to make the humiliating march before their kin as they were led deeper into the bowels of the ship where the truly ghastly servants of the Great Devourer awaited them.
There was a mix of bruised and bloody species among them as well, taken from the valley settlements where off-worlders more commonly frequented. Cruel faced umbarans with vibro-flails and gore smeared cudgels greeted them, striking the flesh from their backs in long bleeding strips for their own amusement. These were the lucky ones, for they were destined for the decks run rampant by the Hungering One's feral children, who even now clawed the walls and ceilings like rabid animals, their powerful senses picking up the scent of spilt vitae. Their hunger was much like their father's, endless and all consuming. After filling its holds and collecting all of the equipment sent down to pacify the surface, the Covenant of Blood was ready to depart, destined for the next system to sate its quenchless thirst for suffering and despair. When the last of the corpses were gathered and thrust through the impervium spikes that pitted its black hull, the dreadnought began to turn its wedge shaped prow away from the tropical planet, moving at sublight beyond the grip of the naturally formed gravity well.
Taking its place over the capital was the Victory II-class Star Destroyer 'Red Witch', which had preceded the Covenant's presence in the system. Its guns ran quiet, no longer picking apart the civilian infrastructure. There was nothing left but debris waiting to be pulled into the atmosphere and burned apart on its descent. It watched as the flagship of the dreaded He-Who-Hungers tore open a hyperspace wormhole and jumped to lightspeed, departing the system it had spent so much time violating for its masters deranged delight.
The violation and rape of Rishi had been the Covenant's to conduct at pleasurable length, but what came next was entirely at the hands of the Red Witch. It was safe to say that the dark apothecary of the Sith Eternal cared little for wealth, but the organization to which he belonged had a growing need for more than just slaves. Thus, by decree of the Supreme One, a garrison was to be set up on the planet to oversee a new mining operation. Rishi's rich exonium bounty was to be extracted and used to support the growing war machine concealed by the Cloak of the Sith.
Transports full of heavy machinery and troops departed the Red Witch's hangar and streaked towards the surface. These stormtroopers wore the deep crimson of the SE, armed with blaster carbines, thermal detonators, and combat knives. A single Lambda shuttle passed between them, bearing a dark apostle of Famine. Jerec Cretin sat in the back hold, swathed in shadow silk robes that concealed his tall and thin frame up to the neck. Beyond that, the pale almost translucent nature of his flesh was exposed to the troopers strapped in across from him. Blue veins seemed to writhe beneath his skin and when he opened his eyes to stare across the hold, their black abyssal depths were revealed, like the eyes of a firaxan shark. Invisible to his guards, the darkside permeated the acolyte like an overwhelming stink, pungent and oppressive.
While the demonic warbot Krell would see to the extraction of cortosis from Roon, Jerec would do the same with the exonium on Rishi. None could say exactly what the Sith Eternal had planned for the precious mineral, but given the involvement of the Great Devourer and his sorcery spawned horde of mutants, it was bound to be for some wicked purpose.
The sky darkened as storm clouds congregated over the mountainous terrain, serving to prelude the arrival of the dark apostle.
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Post by Dragus on Aug 27, 2022 5:21:24 GMT -8
Slicing through the tumultuous swirling blue dimension of hyperspace, a massive warship emerged from the lightspeed corridors and rapidly transitioned to sublight travel as it entered the system, appearing just shy of the planet's naturally formed gravity well. A cloud of particulate seemed to trail from the wedge shaped vessel, bleeding off a fleshly layer of space barnacles that covered the surface of its hull. The yawning maw of its dimly lit hangar vented screaming TIE Interceptors into the cold void, accompanied by shuttles destined for the surface of the planet, and construction tugs for orbit.Known as the Terentatek, the Tagge Battlecruiser was a part of the Abrion-lynne sector defense fleet belonging to the Sith Eternal, and was at the personal disposal of the cult's dark apothecary. Crewed almost exclusively by a warren of ranats that infested the warship's guts, the veritable villainous fortress of despair was a reflection of the Sith that commanded it. Barnacles grown between protruding spikes that pinioned its hull were host to swarms of feral mynocks that fed off the silicon based space parasites, giving the wedge shaped vessel a sinister organic appearance. An aura of misery and hopelessness permeated its hull, poisoning the aether with a flood of dark emotions as tortured gangs of slaves toiled beneath the lash of their dark overseers.Pulled behind the malevolent mockery of machine and mutant was an orbital platform known as a Golan III Space Defense NovaGun. Long barbed chains stretching two kilometers in length pulled taught as the platform was forcibly dragged into a synchronous orbit over the recently discovered isle of Draggle Rock. Once placed, the chains disconnected with a violent expulsion of gas, retracting into the terrifying interior of warship. Space tugs used tractor beams to move Imperial defense satellites around the new defensive platform, which was christened Rakghoul Station, forming a defensive screen in orbit around the site of the Sith Eternal's planetary garrison, soon to be stationed at Draggle Rock. The platform was crewed by a combined force of ranats and umbarans, though most of the manual labour was performed by slave workers overseen by the wicked crew.Materials from Roon and the Nullus Beacon made their way out of the Cloak of the Sith and were sent to the surface to assist with the burgeoning development of Fort Ewok upon Draggle Rock. As for the Terentatek, it would remain in the Rishi system until needed elsewhere.
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Post by Dragus on Aug 28, 2022 8:02:47 GMT -8
Sensor runes illuminated on Ugqot Broadchewer's display, drawing the attention of the ranats two beady black eyes. He ran his gnarled paws over the controls and focused the Terentatek's sensor array like a laser as he attempted to determine the cause of the blip. Magnified lenses zoomed in on the dust cloud of the nearby Cloak of the Sith, where something emerged from the raging meteoric storm crackling in space. The verminous officer flipped a toggle on his console and placed the camera view on the main screen dominating the Tagge Battlecruiser's bridge. From his command throne at the center of the bridge, Vermin Lord Skeer Grimspine rose from his seat, setting his nimble naked feet on the cold deck. He wringed his paws together beneath the folds of his shadow silk robe, whiskers twitching as his gleaming red eyes looked ahead at the display, not quite believing what he saw. From out of the dust cloud emerged a giant creature, with four long fins and a thick tail that propelled it through the cold void of space. It had glowing orange eyes, a massive mouth full of sharpened teeth that looked like they could have torn a hole in the hull of a star destroyer. Based on the displayed sensor readings, it was as large as the Red Witch, at least in length. It was covered in a brown leathery layer of dense hide that appeared as though it could shrug off a turbolaser blast. Well, only one way to confirm that for sure. Skeer lashed his wiry tail on the deck like a whip, eliciting a sharp crack that drew the twitching ears and beady eyes of the space rats on the bridge."Scurry-hurry to intercept that beast." Squeaked Skeer in fast paced rat-speech. "The master will most certainly reward us if we bring him such a trophy. Launch Skyre and Grikk squadrons to harry and herd it towards Rakghoul Station."Silicon particulate wept from the space barnacle encrusted hull of the dreadnought as its engines began to blaze intensely into the vacuum of space, flash boiling mynocks slumbering around the massive ion cones at the rear. Slowly but surely the lumbering battlecruiser increased its pace, taking a round looping arc towards the flank of the emerging space whale. Two squadrons of TIE Avengers screeched out of its dimly lit hangar, shrieking out of the particulate cloud as verminous pilots maneuvered their fearsome starfighters into a hunters formation. They formed two spear-tips, led at the front by those space rats that had the most recorded kills. Xexkrit Craglasher nibbled on the tip of his slender tail as his squadron raced across the system, gaining ground on the gigantic space whale. His paws trembled as he got a good look at the monstrous creature's giant mouth.Xexkrit Link laser cannons and ready to strafe. He squeaked in a rare display of bravado. Fire-quick, now!Emerald green energized bolts of blaster gas sizzled through the airless void, bursting from the laser cannons on the Avengers wing tips and peppering the thickened armour like skin of the giant space creature. The whale let out an irritated groan that caused the starfighters to rumble and shake as they flew past, scattering as a long fin swatted in their direction. They reformed again and kept up the assault, blast searing divots in the whale's long tail as they tried to herd it towards the Golan NovaGun of Rakghoul Station. At first it seemed like it was working, with the creature sailing through the solar system towards the planet of Rishi. However, as it got close and the orbital station over Draggle Rock came in to view, the space whale attempted to veer away and change direction. It was met by a broadside volley from the Terentatek's booming quad heavy turbolaser cannons, striking it across the scalp with several brilliant lances of concentrated plasma, hammering it back towards the looming defensive platform.Skeer Grimspine's scarred snout twisted upwards in a knowing sneer. Now, hit it. Squeaked the Vermin Lord over the open communication channel to Rakghoul Station. Aboard the NovaGun, overseer rats whipped the slave gangs operating the defensive platform's turbolaser batteries. A shower of blistering bright coherent crimson energy beams streaked across the distance and struck the space whale dead center, striking the creature with incredible kinetic force, stunning the unnatural behemoth. Its orange eyes rolled up into its head and it listed to the side, back turning over to expose its belly. Aboard the Terentatek, the Vermin Lord licked his cracked lips, his furry brow narrowing as he watched the sensor display. According to the sensor-suit, they were still reading life signs coming from the whale.Good, still alive then. Despite the vast array of weaponry turned on it, Skeer hadn't expected the heavy cannons to slay the beast out of hand. It was too large and too frankly far too absurd a thing to expire so easily. The master would be most pleased.Space tugs launched from the Terentatek, dragging a long coil of barbed chain across the stretch of space, the very same coiled length of cable that the battlecruiser had used to deliver the defensive platform. The lengths of chain were secured to the creature's thick hide, then used to drag it in towards the battlecruiser and station. The crew of the Red Witch was evacuated from the vessel, along with any valuable equipment and data. Efforts were then made by teams of toiling space rats in vacuum suits that scoured across the victory-class star destroyer's havod plated hull, stripping the warship for materials and parts. These materials were then plasma welded together to form a harness, control device, armour plates, and atmospherically sealed compartments that were mounted on the space whale. Sith Acolytes destined to serve as Drexl or Uvak mounted knights operating out of Draggle Rock were sent to help tame the captured creature's massive brain, dominating its will with the malevolent fey.
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Post by Dragus on Aug 29, 2022 7:14:23 GMT -8
Inevitably the Red Witch was stripped down to its bones, then scuttled further as every beam and rivet was put to work forming the basis of a whale ship, essentially a command center built upon the captured creature's back. Vermin Lord Gritlok Scarpaw oversaw the project, for it was the ranats from his warren that would crew the magnificent beast. He watched from a rare unobstructed view port on the Terentatek, peering through a gap in the fleshy membranous cover of space barnacles that clung to the surface of the hull. His beady red eyes practically gleamed as he stared out the translucent window, observing the space whale that was still stunned. A control device had been fitted over the creature's skull capable of inducing potent shocks that would affect the whale's nervous system, thus allowing the space rats on its back to control it to some degree. Gritlok smoothed his ashen white fur as he extended his will just as the Great Devourer had taught him, stroking the primitive mind of the void whale. It was as he was attempting to bond with the creature that he noticed something unusual.
Red orbs drifted down to an odd almost parasitic growth on the whale's backside. Most of the crew aboard the Tagge battlecruiser wouldn't have even noticed, but Gritlok did. After all, the space whale was soon to be his to command. No detail went unnoticed. He ordered a space tug to investigate the strange object clinging to the whale, watching from the same port as a utility tug approached the anomaly and activated its plasma torch, attempting to burn it from the whale's surface. As the flames touched the growth, it thrashed, extending away from the unconscious creature to reveal itself as a infant exogorth. It snapped its jaws at the tug, sheering off one of its wings with a single powerful bite.
Gritlok's vision narrowed. A space slug? Interesting. It must have attached itself to the space whale while it was traveling through the asteroid thick Cloak of the Sith on its way into the system. From what the Vermin Lord knew, exogorths could grow to be massive creatures that fed off minerals and unwary vessels that got too close. Apparently full grown adults were capable of even taking a bite out of an Imperial star destroyer. That being the case, it couldn't be allowed to stay attached to the whale, not if they were going to use it as a ship. Issuing directions to his subordinates, a few more minutes passed until another set of utility tugs appeared and began to target the worm like creature with their tractor beams, working cohesively to pluck it from the whale. Reserve power had to be transferred to their beam weapons, but eventually the slug came free with a wet pop. An ion blast from the Terentatek stunned the creature, which was then secured and sent planet side to Draggle Rock for study. Vermin Lord Gritlok was confident his master would be most intrigued by the slug.
All travel to Draggle Rock was now coordinated by Rakghoul Station in synchronous orbit over the isle. A hundred space troopers, shadow stormtroopers, and bormterran dragon troopers made up the troop complement garrisoned at the defensive platform, all under the command of Overseer Tisquik Snapfang, the ranat vermin lord assigned to its command.
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Sept 10, 2022 10:19:39 GMT -8
"Respectfully, Colonel, This isn't going to work." Captain Gritzel wore a tough wearing jumpsuit, with an unstructured and dirty naval officer's jacket with soft insignia sewn on the chest. His uniform was wrinkled and dirty. "Yes it will." Agent Quasar of the First Order Special Forces (AKA Havok) stood on the cramped bridge of the Beowulf. In front of him, Havok's personal pilot, Virgil Faust, sat in the helmsman's chair with his hands on the controls. The navigator of the heavily modified Raider class corvette began a hyperspace countdown. "30 seconds to drop from hyperspace!" Outside the ship, the blue twists of the hyperspace dimensional field swirled and rocketed past. Captain Gritzel shook his head. "This is insane to try and navigate without taking positional readings." "You have brought that to my attention. Multiple times." The covert Sith Lord did not hide his irritation. "That's because I have a duty to the safety of this ship and the crew. Your plan presents an unreasonable risk, even during a military operation while at war." He was stating the obvious. "And we are not at war." "Note your protest in the log. Pray our secret weapon functions as designed and your crew performs as trained." Havok rested his hands on Faust's shoulders. "15 seconds!" The captain glared at the special operator before calling out. "Final status. All stations, report." Various stations on the ship sounded off on the bridge intercom. "Cloaking field capacitors standing by to engage." "Engine room standing by for silent run." "Weapons, powered down. Shields... offline." The weapons and shield controls were on the bridge. "Powergrid ready to reset circuit breakers." "Collision and Damage Control teams standing by." The last voice sounded particularly tense. "5...4...3..." The executive officer, Amlia, counted down the last 5 seconds. "Drop us." Captain Gritzel gave the order. The ship's hyperspace engines brought the ship back to real space. "1" "CRASH CLOAK!" The captain ordered his crew to drop all systems and dump capacitor charges into the stygium cloaking crystals. It had the effect of a hard reboot on nearly everything in order to quickly shift power consumption from everything to the all-important cloaking device. "Cloaking field engaged."
"How long was that Amlia?" Gritzel turned to his XO, who was holding a chronograph. "2 seconds. Our best yet." She smiled. The Executive Officer was dressed no better than the captain, wearing the same tough jumpsuit but with her officer's insignia on on her collar. She, like everyone else on the cramped ship, shaved their heads to stay cleaner and keep it from getting caught in machinery. "Very good." The captain turned back to the special ops colonel. "Well the ship is cloaked. We had an exposure of 2 seconds on enemy scopes. We are dead in space until our impulse engine systems reboot," he peered at the ship's chronometer. "Which should be back online in about 45 seconds." In a cloaked ship, everything depended on time, distance, direction, and position. If spotted, the clock was running on how quickly they could change their vector to thwart anyone attempting to track or shoot them. "I hope your secret weapon doesn't kill us all." Ordinarily, now would be the time that Gritzel deployed the monoscope to take a star chart positional reading before approaching a star system. Without the positional readings they couldn't plot a course and couldn't navigate to avoid the most obvious of charted hazards- such as planets.
"Impulse engines back online." "Excellent Captain. Lieutenant Faust and I will take it from here." Havok closed his eyes, with his hands still on Faust's shoulders.
The cloaked ship, now blind, moved from the hyperspace lanes into a decaying orbit around Rishi. Along the way, they skillfully avoided and maneuvered past other ships in the system via some unascertained unnatural means.
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Post by Dragus on Sept 20, 2022 10:06:37 GMT -8
Between the NovaGun of Rakghoul Station and the Tagge Battlecruiser 'Terentatek', the large whale-ship that Verminlord Gritlok Scarpaw had affectionally named 'Shemona', slumbered in the cold vacuum of the void. Fitted upon the whale's back was the new command centre of Clan Skrittlespike. The armoured shell was home to several hundred space rats, surly vermin that were more at home sailing the seven space ways than burrowed safely underground in the crowded warrens of Dragusblight beneath the Fortress of Tawntoom on the planet of Roon. A woosh of stagnant air gushed from an opening turbo-lift at the top of the tallest metallic spine jutting from the space whale's back. Gritlok scampered across the deck on all fours, coming to rest on his back haunches as he reached an ornate wheel of stained Pzobian oak, reminiscent of the controls of an ancient nautical vessel. The wheel was connected to the command device that allowed Clan Skrittlespike to control the creature, connected to its nervous system. Painful jolts jostled its nervous system with every spin of the wheel, directing in one direction or another as the Verminlord desired. Several other high ranking bridge vermin remained in attendance, monitoring various stations that oversaw sensors, navigation, life-support, etc. Gritlok sneered, raising one side of his narrow snout to reveal his yellow fangs and blackened gums, his whiskers practically twitching with anticipation."Disengage the restraints. Hurry-scurry, stupid-mice!" Squeaked the Verminlord in fast paced rat-speech. Magnetic pads attached to the whale-ship's armoured overlay released in an expulsion of gas into the vacuum, as giant links of durasteel chain retracted from both the Terentatek and the orbital platform over Draggle Rock, freeing the creature from its binds. With one gnarled paw hovering over the control devices activator, Gritlok reached forwards and pulled the lever, sending an unpleasant crackling jolt of electrical current into the beast and awakening Shemona from her slumber.MMMMMUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! The great beast, nine hundred meters in length, let out a sad and terrible moan into the cold depths of space. Its long powerful tail began to swish behind it, rising and falling as its body began to accelerate through the void towards the asteroid choked stretch of space known as the Cloak of the Sith. Several space rats lost the contents of their stomach as the space whale pitched and turned, though just as many were happy for the free meal and lapped up the contents spilling across the floor. It would take some getting used to. Already Gritlok was having a difficult time keeping a beady eye forward as the whale's body moved up and down, forcing him to rely more on the camera feeds positioned on its head plate.Eventually they made it to the edge of the field and entered the dust cloud, laying in a course for the Nullus Beacon.
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Dec 3, 2022 17:13:27 GMT -8
Continued from here...It had taken multiple hyperspace jumps and what seemed like days to get back on a well charted hyperspace route from the K749 system and only a fraction of that time to make it to the Rishi system. Upon exiting hyperspace, the Onyx Arrow's computers chimed with sensor alerts giving warning to a ship in nearby space. Darth Rebellious checked the sensor logs for what the computer's processor deemed so urgent, finding out that it had picked up an Imperial-II Star Destroyer in vicinity of the system's namesake planet. Outside of the cockpit's viewport, the Darth could barely make out the silhouette of the massive wedge-shaped warship. It wasn't until moving in a bit close that he could see the details of the blacked hull plating accented by the light of the system's primary. Numerous spikes protruded from the superstructure and tassels of chain appeared to float at the aft section of the behemoth. This specimen obviously wasn't a factory spec model. Upon further inspection of the sensor readings, the computer destroyer's transponder signal.
The Dark Lord grinned with satisfaction at the revelation. The garbled massage he had intercepted had indeed been a report to a superior. This was the Covenant of Blood, a flagship stationed at Rishi, which meant "Famine" was likely a codename or title for one of the Lords that ruled the Order of the Eye. It seemed that the Darth was correct in his assumption that at least one of them had survived and made his way into the greater galaxy. With purpose, Rebellious took to the controls of his vessel and began making his way toward the planet's orbit. Confident in his ship's sensor-baffling coating and emission dampeners to keep eyes off of his approach, he flew in straight for atmospheric entry, a sense of eagerness and the Dark Side itself washing over him as his missions goal drew closer.
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Post by Dragus on Mar 22, 2023 7:25:28 GMT -8
Villainous rat-men, those twisted rodent wretches known as ranats, scurried from one bulkhead to the next as they finished securing the last of the barbed-iron wall racks that held tormented victims taken from the planet's populace below. Most were galandans, though a few visiting humans had made it into the mix as well, all unwillingly shackled to a series of mechanical contraptions adhered to the inner walls of the Terentatek's grand central chamber. Sensory deprivation devices were lowered over their ears, muffling the outside world so that the slave fodder could only hear whatever noise was pumped through the headsets. Bands of runic Sith iron had been strapped over their heads, fixing them in place so that the only choice was to stare forwards at those shackled to the opposite wall. There were hundred, perhaps thousands of them, all shrieking and crying in hopeless despair as verminous mutant half men in tattered rags went about their malign business. Each one of the torture slabs had been linked to form a symphony of suffering unlike any seen before. It was known as the Dark Choir, the latest installment on the dreadnought, which barely now resembled the Tagge Battlecruiser it had started as.
Space barnacles were adhered to every square inch of hull, concealing the quadanium steel armour plates beneath a fleshy mat of symbiotically adhered silicon-based living tissue. Since this most recent machination of dark science and alchemy had been painstakingly pieced together inside the warship, flocks of mynocks had taken to nesting on the hull, following the battlecruiser wherever it went. It was almost as if they were drawn to the psychic resonance created by the Dark Choir. The unrelenting suffering created a wailing cry in the Force, echoing across space to assail those minds with a strong connection to the fey. It seemed this chorus of agony served in some capacity as a siren song, calling to the parasitic creatures as they passed asteroids and satellites where they took respite. Amazingly, despite these energy hungry organisms completely covering the dreadnought, it did not seem to impact its operation in any way. The quad heavy turbolaser batteries still rotated on their housings and infrequently could be seen firing coherent crimson lances of deadly energy into the vacuum as the warship preyed upon civilian traffic as the mood suited its commander.
Speaking of which, Vermin Lord Skeer Grimspine, sat on an obsidian throne at the centre of the Terentatek's large bridge. He was huge for a ranat, easily mistaken for a stunted version of the ranat-ogres the vermin clans of Dragusblight made use of for manual labour, save for the sinisterly majestic presence his attire seemed to project. Spiked cortosis pauldrons shielded either of the rodent's muscular furry shoulders, connected to a dark leathery cape of tanned human hide that had been stitched together with the sinews of the previous ranat to hold his prestigious position. A nasty looking Sith iron sword, rune-inscribed with Pzobian symbols of power and replete with a gnarly serrated edge, was sheathed in a yellowing bone scabbard on his hip, adhered to his waist by several lengths of high tensile strength rishii gut strings used in place of a belt. As though sensing it's masters foul mood, the sword hissed in it's sheath, bleeding acrid wisps of foul smoke from where the end of the scabbard met the barbed paw-guard. The malevolent fey, known more commonly among those that channeled its malefic currents as the darkside of the Force, swirled around the Vermin Lord as a shadowy miasma.
While technically acting as a Vermin Lord for the rodent warrior Clan Skrittlespike, Skeer was no true storm-vermin. His origins were among those gifted ranats from the Far Squeaker Enclave on Pzob, now a distant memory after the great ranat migration to Dragusblight. In the sulphur stinking reaches of those volcanic subterranean depths beneath the grand Fortress of Tawntoom, he had fought his way to prominence, using his prophetic abilities to out-think and out-scheme those more capable at paw-to-claw combat. The process had seen his tiny frame saturated with the swelling power of the fey, to the point now where it practically bled from his bloated form with every steaming exhalation of breath. It was why only he, other then perhaps the Great Devourer himself, was capable of commanding the absurdly sentient Terentatek. Only Skeer Grimspine possessed the mastery of sorcery to initiate the Dark Choir's psychic scream.
Newly arrived Talon-class Starfighters from the Nullus Beacon shrieked across the vacuum as they encircled the warship like a swarm of locusts, fifty in all of the extremely fast interceptors, with another ten on standby in the hangar to switch out with those currently in action. Behind the polarized cockpit canopy windows, foaming snouts growled while red photo-receptic lenses glared through brass augmetics at the controls, occasionally lifting a paw to wipe away drool drizzling from cortosis-weave fangs that were slowly poisoning the pilots in possession of them as much as the cocktail of amphetamines pumped into their polluted blood. After undergoing several procedures at the mechanical claws of the Warlock Enginseers of Clan Rustrot, these cyborg space-rats had been transformed from ordinary pilots with rodent quick reflexes, to twisted cogs in a deadly spinning machine. Tech-code was their method of speech now, as their vocal cords had been removed during the cybernetic enhancement process. They transmitted these viral squeaks wirelessly, almost becoming a singular organism devoted to protecting the monstrous dreadnought.
<< Begin. >> Commanded Skeer soundlessly, projecting his will into the minds of the deck-rats scurrying around him. Wrought iron cranks were turned, rusting switches flipped, and forks of electrical current danced across uncovered spools of copper cabling that ran the length of the ship. As power was fed into the torture racks of the Dark Choir, the Vermin Lord briefly extended his own terrible aura to serve as the Dark Choir's conductor, initiating the pulse that would light up the suffering souls bound to its merciless mechanical embrace. A dark shriek permeated the Terentatek's barnacle encrusted hull, arousing the mynock flocks and causing them to take flight, creating a powerful psychic resonance pulse that reached across the void and announced the dreadnought's presence in the fey. The effect on reality became apparent as the bestial warhulk's massive engine cones began to rise to a thunderous pitch, propelling it forwards. As the battlecruiser accelerated to light-speed and opened a wormhole to the external travel dimension known as hyperspace, it wasn't greeted by the usual swirling bands of blue. Instead the inter-dimensional lane was a swirling crimson mass that crackled with etheric lightning, casting a sickening pale across the crustacean covered hull.
Entering this warped version of hyperspace, the Terentatek exited the system, dragging several civilian ships into the hellish unreality with it.
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Post by Dragus on Jun 11, 2023 7:38:36 GMT -8
Finally emerging from the Rishi Maze after the dust obscured journey through the Cloak of the Sith that shrouded thrice cursed Roon, two Vindicator-class heavy cruisers entered the star system. Known as the Warlord and the Madman, both vessels were named after the brothers of the dreaded Famine Lord to whom they belonged. They strode across the system unopposed, taking up a position a few thousand meters from Rakghoul Station in orbit over the ill fabled isle of Draggle Rock. Squadrons of TIE Interceptors screamed from their hangars, taking up patrol routes through the system where they were to stay until called upon for service by the nefarious Dark Apothecary of the Sith Eternal.Like the Necromancer and Prophet, both of these warships were tasked with a special project. Inside the black beating heart of either Vindicator was a creature undergoing the rigours of alchemical alteration, a mockery of the beloved siblings either represented.
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Post by Dragus on Jul 10, 2023 7:28:31 GMT -8
A brick shaped atmospheric assault lander rose from the tropical atmosphere of Rishi and took to the frigid vacuum of space, gliding across the void as it made its way towards the open hangar of one of the two Vindicator-class heavy cruisers anchored in orbit. The Warlord came into view as the small surface to space transport exited the stratosphere.Repulors guided the shuttle into the hangar where it set down on the shockingly clean deck. In fact, as the forwards facing ramp lowered and the sinister saurian Sith stalked out on the hangar floor, one might be surprised to learn this was indeed a warship in his fleet, given the orderly and almost spartan nature in which it was maintained. In fact, two rows of red gammaplast armoured Sith Troopers were standing at attention as the Famine Lord stepped out, joined by his verminous assistant Squeakers. Behind the draconian vulture, two barrel chested ranat-ogres dragged a crate between them that was making an awful lot of racket. The reinforced durasteel panelling on the sides shook and rumbled as something inside the crate thrashed like a wild beast."Take that to ssstorage for now." He ordered the two dim-witted brutes, who began lumbering off down one adjoining corridors attached to the hangar bay. The Hungering One shouted after them as they hurried away. "And put a guard on it!" He rested his claws on his hips and shook his snout from side to side. "We don't need a repeat of lassst time."Other then the obvious red armoured Sith Troopers the rest of the crew was mostly human as well, of the latest cloning stock to have been produced by the Sith Eternal at their cloning facility on Kamino. The Nu-Jakes were Dragus' first step at replacing baseline humanity with his own improved version of the species, with an emphasis on obedience. The handsome specimens could be seen filling every role, from bridge officers to hangar techs, even sanitation.
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Jul 11, 2023 20:33:20 GMT -8
Once the Onyx Arrow cleared Rishi's atmosphere, Rebellious made visual contact with a pair of Vindicator-class heavy cruisers orbiting the planet. After performing a sensor sweep to check the transponder codes, he was able to identify the two warships as the Madman and the Warlord. Fitting names for two vessels in the eccentric terrorsaur's fleet. Piloting the courier toward the Warlord, the Dark Lord opened a comms channel to the vessel.
"Warlord, this is the Onyx Arrow. Requesting permission to dock."
After a few moments of silence, the frequency came to life with a reply.
"Onyx Arrow, this is Warlord. We've been expecting you. You're cleared to dock in hangar bay one."
After being cleared, the Darth moved his transport in closer until the armored hull of the battleship filled the entirety of his viewport. The Vindicator's pale frame eclipsed his Sienar craft several times over, a sight that brought old memories to the surface. It had been quite some time since he had been this close to a ship of Imperial design. He had always found the bulky wedges appealing for the power and efficiency they represented; a silhouette that elicited fear from their adversaries. It had been far too long. Once in range of the hangar bay, Rebellious relinquished control of his ship to the Warlord's tractor beams, allowing the cruiser to guide him in.
Once inside, the Kiffar engaged the Arrow's repulsors, allowing the ship to hover as he rotated it so that the boarding ramp would face the hangar's interior, then delicately planting it on the flight deck and powering down. Moments later, the ramp extended and the Dark Lord walked out, finding himself standing on a surprisingly clean floor. Oddly enough, everything in the hangar bay appeared normal. A drastic, but welcome, departure from the usual filth and decay that the saurian normally surrounded himself with. In addition, rather than hordes of Ranats and Ewoks, the crew seemed to be primarily comprised of humans. Clones to be exact, given the lack of variation in the facial features and body type of each man. Rather than exploring further, the Sith simply waited for escort. No doubt, the Famine Lord would likely greet his guest himself, if only to display another piece of gaudy clothing or give a well-practiced speech about the scientific breakthroughs that lead to the creation of his cookie-cutter army.
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Post by Dragus on Jul 14, 2023 9:04:20 GMT -8
Rebellious was entirely correct in his expectation, as when the set of sliding doors attached to far end of the hangar whooshed apart, there was the saurian Sith stalking into the bay while wearing another ridiculous outfit. This time the black scaled barabel had on a ludicrous chalk white fur-coat made out of a wampa ice beast's hide. It was paired with a wide brimmed furry hat that had the ice-beasts horns extending out from its sides. His rodent assistant Squeakers was beside him, swinging back and forth a wrought iron brazier on a chain, belching some sort of foetid fume that cloyed the hangar air. Dragus was using his signature saber-cane as a walking stick as he approached the Kiffar, grinning like the villain he clearly was from one scaled cheek to the other, his gleaming teeth somewhat refracting the deck light."Ah, Rebelliouz. Welcome aboard. I sssee you've noticed my Nu-Jakez." Hissed the Blood Wyrm dressed as a Nar Shaddaa street hustler. He indicated the crew with a nod of his crocodilian snout. "While I admit that humanz would not have been my firssst choice for a front line troop, the Sssupreme Leader insssisted, thuz I ssset our cloning operation on Kamino to the tasssk of breeding a better versssion of the basssic ssstock. They are fassster, ssstronger, arguably more intelligent, with mindz conditioned for obedience to the Sssith Eternal and the expertly cultured genez to enforce it."Beyond the energized barrier of the hangar, the stars began to move as the Vindicator-class heavy cruiser's sublight engines started to power up, slowly accelerating the ship towards the nearby hyper-lane."A product of ssscience and alchemy, they are able to passs on their genetic memory to their offssspring, making the next generation even more deadly than the previouz, and the next after that." He stopped one of the handsome bearded clones in a hangar engineers coveralls by placing a claw on their chest. The Nu-Jake stopped what it was doing, fixing the Famine Lord with a cold, almost vacant stare. He stroked the clone's cheek with the back of his claw, before stepping aside and letting the deck hand get back to work. "It helpz that they are easy on eyez, yez? Siss, Siss, Siss."
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