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Post by Elarinya on Jul 30, 2023 21:31:07 GMT -8
Despite her initial distrust for and somewhat lingering foul feelings for Dragus, he was starting to seem like the more capable and reliable one for helping Sirona see her calling achieved. She still wasn't all too happy about the Sith Eternal, though it did not stop her chin tendrils and eyebrow ridges shading black from Dragus' casual dropping of her being Sirona's protective paramour. However, it was a fleeting moment, gone as soon as it appeared when Xitan spoke and upset Sirona. She did not need to see her new friends face to know the hurt she felt. When Sirona disappeared back into the ship, she motioned for the Nightsisters to follow, before turning on the masked man :: Wow... I bet you feel real big and strong right now, huh? :: She turned her focus to Dragus then, addressing the saurian :: I don't think his duties can wait... He should scurry off to ensure our arrival is well known, since his only skill appears to be trying to overcompensate for his own inadequacies... We can look after our own safety in your company... :: Instead of disembarking, she returned back up the ramp into the ship and headed for the lab, certain that is likely where Sirona would have retreated. Without access into it, she stood outside and knocked upon the doors :: Open up... I promise I won't touch your stuff... ::
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Post by Dragus on Jul 31, 2023 6:25:32 GMT -8
He-Who-Hungers was well aware of the Blackguard's current disposition. Karnac had proved a reliable source of information, though much of what he had shared the Famine Lord had already gleaned from his own return to the galaxy after completing the Eye's black crusade, stereotypically beyond the edge of civilized space. After returning from the outer dark where the light of stars becomes swallowed by the black, the twisted terrorsaur witnessed the Blackguard crows fleeing from the Eye's cradle of holy Pzob, no doubt having had their fill of hannite hospitality. Shortly thereafter whilst courted by the Supreme One and invited to the Sith Eternal's headquarters, again he witnessed the flight of crows, driven from the dust shrouded shores of thrice cursed Roon. Much loathed self-experience had taught the mad alchemist that empires rose and fell, but Lords of the Eye were made of hardier stock than most Sith, and until he held Viox's lifeless horned skull in his claw he would not be convinced of his death. Though it did beg the question, where was he? It was only a few short months ago that the Hungering One had managed his escape from the pocket-dimension of Otherspace and wound up on the magma baked surface of Mustafar. There on the former Blackguard capital, the Dark Apothecary performed every manner of profaned blood rite he could think of, drawing on the hellish world's wealth of darkside reservoirs to channel the currents of the malevolent fey and peel back the skein of reality as he probed the aether. His efforts were all in vain; he had studied several villages worth of entrails and was no closer to discerning his little brother's location...Elarinya's sharp tongue returned the Blood Wyrm's attention to the present, blinking the rheum from his bloody right eye while the amethyst gem of the rakatan ocular implant set in his left socket activated its magnification feature on the female Sith's backside as she too headed into the ship in pursuit of Sirona. "Well that one'z rather ssspicy. I like her. Siss, Siss, Siss!" A mirthful cackle scattered insectile gnats drawn to rancid scraps of last weeks lunch still trapped in the black scaled barabel's thicket of glistening incisors. He brought the slender pipe held between the talons of his left claw to his black lips and inhaled from the narrow stem, drawing a rich volume of darkside infused narcotic smoke into his lungs, holding it there to maximize the euphoric effect to follow. Finally he exhaled two wisps of purple tinged smoke that formed into quickly dissipating mimicries of Arkanian dragons, before dispersing in the polluted hangar air. Turning his back to the research vessel, Dragus faced his snout towards Xitan before resting his claws on the ruby pommel of his saber-cane. "While I mussst admit your ability to reduce women to tearz iz delightful to witnesss, my young friend, your way with the ladiez could perhapz ussse a bit of work."From out of the dark candlelit murk of the sinister ring carrier emerged a pair of mutant blurrgs with tiny little arms, muscular hind leg, and mouths full of far too many teeth. The creatures were fitting with harnesses and pulled behind them an oily black carriage that appeared to have been crafted from the chitinous carapace of voreclaws. The glistening black exoskeletal carriage came to a stop just short of the Dark Apothecary as a dour faced Geonosian pulled back on the reigns. The recently acquired slave was a sickly emaciated thing, rife with visible parasites as brainworms protruded from its brown insectile shell in places. Slithering out from beneath his feathered cloak, the saurian Sith's overlong tail hooked the carriage door and swung it open, allowing the Feaster of Worlds to climb inside."No matter. My sssweet Sssirona iz a sssensitive sssoul, you could not have foressseen thiz reaction. I'll have Squeakerz deliver her a bouquet of murakami orchidz on your behalf to sssmooth thingz over before we arrive. Besidez, I have a romantic sssetting in mind for our dessstination that should improve the mood. We'll be essscorting our guestz on a tour of the cortosiz minez, by way of the bantha graveyard. Roon'z migratory bantha herdz recently passsed through the region and will have left their old and infirm to die amongssst the bonez of their ancestorz. The vulturez will ssstill be picking their rotting carcasez free of carrion. It iz a sssight and experience not to be misssed." He reached down and offered Xitan a claw, extending clear invitation to the Sith Acolyte to join him in the blurrg drawn carriage. "Join me...brother."Above them the ring carrier's mechanical conveyer whirred and whined in hydraulic action as a sinister magnetic claw lowered from the ceiling above the research ship, then powered on its magnetic field, immediately forming an energized vice-grip on the XoXaan before raising it from the deck. The hangar conveyer then slowly began to carry the research vessel towards the ruby red Core Ship component of the Lucrehulk, what Dragus referred to as the Occulori. They were nearly in Roon's orbit and once there the Famine Lord intended the core ship to be their method of transportation to the surface.
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Post by Darth Xitan on Aug 9, 2023 21:06:37 GMT -8
Xitan's mask watches as Sirona leaves, sensing how his words had stung her. It was hardly meant that way, more a rough compliment towards the Sith's skills as someone who survived and endured. Beneath it, his eyes glance at the one named Elarinya and, as expected, rolled his eyes at her attempt to goad him. Already, the Acolyte could tell he would hardly like her. But that was typical of their Sith nature: there were no allies, only a means to improve themselves at the expense of others. That was the brutal nature of their kind.
To many within the Sith Eternal, these two were outsiders with allegiances to past factions that were no more... either they were good survivors or good at pretending where their loyalties lied. They would be viewed with suspicion and looked down upon, even if the Supreme Leader called to them. Time would tell their worth to the Sith Eternal, the ones who had capitalized on the fall of the Blackguard and remained hidden beneath their noses for years. Although, between the two, Xitan had his suspicions that it wouldn't take too long to prove that worth.
Did not a Sith, Darth Malgus, once kill his lover because, as his greatest weakness, she could be used against him?
Xitan, after joining the Sith Eternal, had focused on being ruthless in advancing and improving his skill. Although he had peers, such as those who encountered the Banshee-Ithorian mutant at a checkpoint, there were just his peers, his associates, his rivals. Nothing more. The Acolyte's mask looked away from the research vessel and directly at the Dark Apothecary.
Besides, my words were meant to compliment Darth Sirona's ability to survive.
This, was perhaps, the one time Xitan had ever shown such a care to even compliment someone on their skill.
She outlasted her adopted father, her mentor, and two factions... look at what happened in terms of the infighting of the Blackguard Imperium. For the Supreme Leader to beckon to her, he has plans... and sees her potential just like every other recruit.
Xitan looks at the vessel once more before joining Darth Dragus.
It's unfortunate though that she is related to Darth Craxious. I recall Garrax talking about how arrogant that son of Savage was.
His hands came together, rubbing themselves gently as Xitan contemplates for a moment.
If anything, send her something to show a condolence towards that family tie.
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Post by Darth Sirona on Aug 11, 2023 10:11:14 GMT -8
Sirona hadn't gone to the lab, something that was pointed out by one of the lab techs for Elarinya. When the Sith woman arrived to Sirona's room, she'd find the door unlocked. Inside the cabin was a mess. It seemed as if, centered on where Sirona now stood, a vortex of strong wind had picked up and thrown the contents of the room around. The woman herself as standing in the midst of the mess, breathing heavily. One hand clinched into a fist, the other covetusly holding onto her holocron. The self-loathing and doubt that was Sirona's main source of power seemed to have boiled over into a momentary expulsion of energy that disheveled her room. She would regret carpeting the floor with her notes and journals, but right now she didn't seem to pay any mind to the disorder she had caused in her normally well kept chamber. The hiss of the door, alerts her to another presence. Her back is to the door, so Elarinya can't see that the tears truly had started to roll onto her pale cheeks, but that vail is soon lifted as Sirona uses her sleeve to wipe away at her face before sniffling and addressing the other woman, still not turning around. I think myself a paragon of what the Sith should be, united as a force to oppose the censorship and needless restrictions of those hypocritical Jedi. But I'm no better than the likes of Malak, Wyyrlok III, or any of the other betrayers and backstabbers. She sniffs again. I should have listened to you and never brought us here...
The Nightsisters had retreated back aboard the ship, two keeping a sharp eye on the loading ramp while the other went to check on the youngling.
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Post by Elarinya on Aug 12, 2023 21:21:32 GMT -8
After being redirected to Sirona's cabin, Ela had slid the hat down to her back and removed the helmet before entering her friend's private quarters. Her gaze taking in the mess that was Sirona's room. She set the helmet down with a dull thud, but did not move much further into the space, not wanting to invade her friend's privacy any more than she was now without permission. Part of her wanted to lean into and use Sirona's admission to get them out of here. But she also knew that Sirona would regret this if they left now Look... I can't say I know what some of them did in their days, but... I know you and I know those that we apparently betrayed. Between the two of us, I'm the only one that attempted patricide. Viox was... he couldn't be reasoned with, his madness was consuming him. Malvus... Maethoriel... all the others that composed the Resurgent Sith Conclave. They fell to madness. You didn't kill any of them, which is a lot more than any of the rest of us can say. He is right, you survived it all and you're stronger and better for it. That bucket head out there? He's just jealous because he is no longer his Master's favourite. She reached over then and grabbed a piece of clean discarded cloth and moved over, pushing it against the balled up hand for Sirona to grab hold of I'll be the first to lead the line out of here, but we're here already. The least we can do is look around before we decide to leave...
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Post by Dragus on Aug 13, 2023 6:11:23 GMT -8
If they were allowed to leave...
As it turned out, Dragus quite liked these new companions. He planned to keep them close for the time being. Suffice it to say the Famine Lord was pleased when Xitan joined him on the blurrg drawn carriage. He banged a claw on the ceiling, signalling their parasite infested driver to get them moving. The crack of a whip snap sounded and the chitin composed carriage lurched forwards, rolling through the ring carrier on the heels of the research vessel being ferried above by the hangar conveyer system. Now seated across from one another in the cozy carapace cabin, the villainous velociraptor's sinister expression stretched impossibly beyond the borders of his freakish features, fangs fixed into a devilish grin as he released a throaty cackle."Xitan, you're absssolutely ruthlesss! Siss, Siss, Siss!" Coiled in a pile on the floor between them, the black scaled barabel's tail spike shook like a rattle, vibrating with his good humour. "Disssdain suitz you, my boy, but don't let it turn to arrogance yourssself. Orderz rissse and fall. Infighting often provez a ussseful meanz to ssscour the rankz of the unworthy." He held a claw to his feathered swathed chest, holding it over his pitiless heart. "We call ourselvez the Eternal, but we were not alwayz here. All it takez iz one rotten egg, like thiz Craxiouz, to ssspoil our otherwissse expertly baked blumfruit cake. Consssider thiz, az it may one day fall to you to drive the dagger into our own ssspoiled fruit, before the mould spreadz."Warning klaxons spread throughout the Haemonculous Occulori screeched to life, strobing in blinding spirals as speakers blared a grating symphony of oppressive tones that incited the bestial population of the Lucrehulk. All manner of gnashing teeth and squawking creature made their presence known as the carriage driver increased their pace, setting the blurrgs to a frantic gallop even as the hydraulic lift system rained down sparks from above as the research vessel now whipped through the carrier at reckless speed, carried towards the encroaching red chasm of the core ship at its heart. Dragus was nearly thrown out of his seat as the wheeled vehicle jumped the threshold between the two independently operating components and rolled into the dark heart of the Occulori, seconds shy of blast doors slamming down in place, sealing the way behind them. Moments later and the great glowing red orb of the Occulori separated from the ring carrier and fell like an unholy meteorite towards the surface of Roon.Our villains adventure continues here.
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Post by Karnac on Sept 9, 2023 7:27:58 GMT -8
As the Fury-class Interceptor broke free from the planet's orbit, Karnac was already looking over the star map. He was curious as to Haruun Kal's position in regards to Roon. Based on its placement, it would take them around four days to make the trip, making it relatively close by. Further looks revealed it was basically on the doorstep of Eriadu. An interesting fact to be sure. If this group of Sith had been present on the planet for some time, its was strange that nothing had been done regarding them. It was unclear why. Maybe the Sith Eternal was still building and wanted to gain the strength proper to ensure that they could either gather them up or stamp them out easily. After all, Xitan had claimed Eriadu not long before his own arrival. Perhaps they were making their moves slowly. However, Karnac would move more quickly. If these others worked to claim worlds, Karnac would be the one to seek of new recruits or eliminate smaller groups and factions that could give them problems.
Inputting the info, Karnac selected the world and had the data loaded to the navcomputer. Jonas looked it over as Lassix turned in her chair to look at the zabrak.
"So what is the plan for this place? Seems strange to just up and leave the Sith Eternal shortly after arriving, especially after what you've gained."
"I felt a surge of power coming from this place. We are going to investigate and see what made it. I suspect either a powerful Sith or a group them there. We will either recruit them to our cause or eliminate them. So be ready should the latter arises." He gave a dark smirk, one that was echoed by the Pantoran before hse turned around. Once everything had been set, the ship disappeared in a flash.
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Post by Dragus on Nov 21, 2023 19:50:28 GMT -8
Cold, desolate, void. These words described the atmosphere absent lunar surface of Roon's only moon, circling the tidal locked blue and green globe at the heart of the Sith Eternal empire. While the barren cratered satellite appeared lifeless, beneath its surface, things were much more animated. This was where the SE's director of advanced technology, Darth Astera, housed the empire's manufacturing facilities. Mechanized industry assembled dark troopers and technological marvels, pushing the boundaries of science as the Winter Queen pursued greater heights of innovation and possibility.
The main laboratory was more of a large austere warehouse comprised of four walls of sterile surgical steel, dominated at the center by a small work station with a high processing data-console and a desk where the frigid Mademoiselle could be found typing away with thin gloved fingers. Situated across her desk was a damaged vibro-glaive of an Elite Praetorian Guard, comprised of light alloys and packed with high tech circuitry. The director was currently studying the schematics for the weapon she had designed, unaware she was biting her lip as she wracked her incredible brain over how to improve the device to prevent it suffering the same malfunction in the future. Click-Clack-Click She looked up from the glowing monitor she had been straining her ice blue eyes over, peering into the dark recesses of the lab in the direction of the audible disturbance. Emerging from the shadows was a recognizable reptilian form, though she knew him already for the signature scrape his toe talons made on the unforgiving duracrete floor. She pursed her lips and interlaced her fingers beneath her narrow chin, resting her elbows on the desk as she met the draconian's mismatched stare. "Dragus." She remarked coldly, her irritation at the Dark Apothecary's intrusion made evident by the displeasure radiating off her chilly aura.
"Ah, Assstera, my darling winter rossse." Remarked the reprehensible reptilian cloaked in a robe of tanned man-flesh, a morbid cloak of anguished faces sutured together into a repulsive garment. "How I've misssed you." His lips twisted into an insincere smile, seeming to stretch impossibly beyond the borders of his scaled snout, exposing a mouthful of gleaming white fangs.
"I can assure you the feeling is not mutual." She said venomously like a viper with icicle fangs. "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm quite busy. What do you want?"
Dragus' vile smile transformed into a pout as he approached the director's desk and planted his scaled rump upon its ice cold surface, thrumming the talon tips curling from his right claw on its polished surface. "It'z alwayz ssstraight to businesss with you. Have you know no room for pleasssure in your life? Hmmm? I've a bottle of Pzobian bloodwine in my alchemy sssatchel. What sssay we share a drink?"
"What. Do. You. Want?" Astera emphasized each syllable, clearly in no mood for the barabel's eccentric and highly inappropriate behavior. If there was one thing she detested, it was those that wasted her time. She'd Force Choked people for far less than her fellow councilors current transgression.
Rolling his red right eye, the Blood Wyrm reached into the layers of his human hide cloak and withdrew a dented data-pad with a grimy screen. He placed it on the desk and slid it towards Astera with a flick of his claw. "I need you to build sssomething for me. Ssseveral somethingz, actually. He lifted his claw, examining the filth beneath his fingernails as though to appear disinterested.
Despite her reservations over touching the poorly maintained data-pad, pick it up she did, though she gave the screen a squirts from a disinfectant bottle she had on her desk. Cruel observant eyes scanned the device, while she scrolled back and forth through a series of diagrams and schematics with several finger swishes. Alright, he had her interest. She reclined in her chair as she continued to study the pad, crossing one uniformed leg over the other as she took the time to process what she was looking at. After a few minutes of silence, she placed the pad back on the desk and met the saurian Sith expectant stare. "It won't work." She said flatly. "The dimensions are all wrong. I would know. I designed all the armor your Nu-Jakes are currently equipped with. They'd be swimming in these suits."
"Ah, but you sssee, thessse aren't for the Nu-Jakez. I desssigned thessse for a different sssort of troop, soldierz of the faith to carry out the divine will of the Eye and ssscour the starz of life. I intend to sheath the hannite sonz and daughterz of Pzob in thessse suitz of holy iron."
"Zealots." She remarked distastefully. Shaking her head, she pressed a finger to the desk and tapped it poignantly. "You would be better served relying on the clones. Though I question your aesthetic choice, the Nu-Jakes are impressive physical specimens, capable and consistently reliable. Productivity in my factories has increased 17.3% since I replaced my previous workforce with them." She acknowledged. "Quite obedient as well."
The dastardly drake's grin widened further as he felt a flutter of pleasure over his colleagues praise of his work. The Nu-Jakes were his children in a way, the evolutionary successors to baseline humanity, a labor of love. He licked away beads of drool forming across his lips from his salivating gums with a slurp before responding.
"Obedience can be bred. Loyalty can be inssstilled with psycho-indoctrination. Faith, however, requirez belief...and that iz not ssso easssily replicated. The Nu-Jakez will inherit thiz galaxy after the ssslate haz been wiped clean, but to reach that point will take a monumental effort and no sssmall amount of sssacrifice. Believe me when I sssay I have taken the physssical dimensionz of the hannite monkz into consssideration. The firssst of the chosssen are already undergoing alchemical augmentation in my apothecarium beneath the Black Temple on blesssed Pzob. What I need to know iz if you are able build the war-gear they are to be equipped with."
Astera let out a sigh and waved a gloved hand dismissively. "Of course. These aren't so different from Dark Trooper exosuits or Zero-G Trooper armour. I can see several areas of overlap. Quadanium steel plating, duranium alloy joints...all doable, albeit expensive."
"We can afford it." He-Who-Hungers insisted with a nod of his snout. "Ssso you'll do it?"
As usual, the famed lord of Famine had yet again turned to Astera for his technological needs. If she were a greedier Sith, she could have extorted him for every credit he was worth, save for the fact that every credit he owned came straight out of the Sith Eternal's shared purse. Besides, she'd seen quite a bit of his work by this point. She didn't have much need for nightmares made flesh.
"I will." She agreed, before cautioning the Dark Apothecary. "Be forewarned, Dragus, not all of our equals on the Council of Seven would appreciate your murderous intentions for the galaxy. Some would surely seek to stop you if they knew. I would, if I thought you actually had any chance of success, but I've seen how your schemes unfold. As usual this is bound to go terribly wrong. Besides, I like a challenge...and this is definitely that." She picked up the data-pad and smirked. "I think I'll have that drink now."
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Post by Dragus on Dec 15, 2023 9:41:21 GMT -8
Over evil-doers quest continues from here.A bright streak rapidly decelerated from lightspeed, hurtling across the system upon exiting a hyperspace wormhole and entering the region, quickly altering its course at sublight speeds towards the tidal locked planet of Roon. Inside the nimble dart shaped YT-1930 was none other than the Dragon of Pzob himself, Dragus, Dark Apothecary of the Sith Eternal. Joining him on this ill fated journey was a new acquaintance, recently acquired during the evil empire's invasion of Kessel that brought the Spice Forge under the control of the Sith, a former Jedi that saw the error of his upbringing and opted for the redemption only found amongst the demented denizens of the dark. Dragus had just finished scraping clean the last of the fleshy remnants from a horned devaronian skull that had belonged to the freighter's former captain as they arrived. During the journey from Bespin to Roon, the two darksiders discussed the now rudderless ship and it was decided over much smacking of jaws and grinding of gristle that the freighter would be bequeathed onto the Thyrsian for his outstanding service in aiding the cruel crocodile in subduing the summa-verminoth. Mind you, he had a more fitting reward for Thrakk than a simple ship, something that would aid the up and coming Sith on his journey into the insidious depths of the darkside. Dragus appeared at the cockpit door as the planet came into view, winking at Thrakk as his eyes were drawn to the captain's fleshless head now hanging from a belt of sinew around the Famine Lord's waist."Powdered devaronian horn." The lisping lizard offered in explanation for his new hip ornament. "Very good for virility. I'm sssure we'll have an opportunity to visssit the harem of the Whorez Eternal housssed in the Fortresss of Tawntoom before our visssit here iz done, though we have businesss to attend to firssst. Follow thessse coordinates." The saurian Sith punched in a series of longitude and latitude numbers into the navi-computer. "They'll take uz to a landing platform on the peak of Mt. Tawntoom, an active volcano. Our dessstination liez in the magma filled caldera below, though we will be dessscending by foot rather than ship."
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Dec 15, 2023 13:36:55 GMT -8
* Thrakk looked over at Dragus as he entered the cockpit area, the swinging head at his waist bobbing back and forth. The Dark Apothecary instructing Thrakk on their next destination. Pushing the horrid images of Dragus inside a brothel out of his mind, the Sith apprentice pilots the vessel towards Mt.Tawntoom, it's fiery silhouette can be seen on the horizon. Thrakk was feeling better now, for he had the time to get some much-needed food, drink and rest. Though he had still not fully processed everything that had happened yet within him and his new connection to the force, he at least had begun to understand it.
Coming up above the landing platform, Thrakk keys in a few commands to the data console before getting out of the pilot's chair. The ship would land itself from here, turning towards Dragus *
" Before leaving Cloud City I relayed our transponder codes to the Bad Bantha, the crew should be able to make it way back to you with your ship "
* Vibrations in the ship increase as the vessel settles down gently onto the landing platform, the ship begins its shutdown sequence as the Rear bay entry lowers tot he ground. This would be a new experience for Thrakk for he had never been to Roon, as it was considered a no-travel area for Jedi do to it's Sith occupation. *
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Post by Dragus on Dec 16, 2023 13:57:22 GMT -8
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Post by Viggo Grimborn on Dec 28, 2023 11:55:50 GMT -8
Emerging from hyperspace just outside the Cloak of the Sith, Viggo moved to his communication droid, handing the data crystal he received from Bib Syndulla. As the droid began transmitting the passcode as required, the hunter moved to the viewport and let his gaze settle of the maze of gases before them. So easy for those outside the know to get lost and even blown to pieces by the Sith residing within. It was fortunate that he had been given what was needed to make it safely to Roon.
As he was told, the passcode triggered a beacon, giving them their starting point. At each location the code continued to move them forward with a new beacon lighting their path. As such, the trip was relatively short and smooth. Before long, the exited the cloak with Roon resting before them. Upon command, a channel was opened up.
This is Viggo Grimborn, hunter of the ferocious and the exotic. I have come bearing a delivery for Lord Dragus. A pair of fireworms and eggs for his growing bestiary. I have a token of his to prove my claim, if needed. He knew little of the Sith that resided here and opted to disclose any information that would ensure a means to a smoother hand off.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 29, 2023 7:40:57 GMT -8
There was a silent pause following Viggo's transmission, just long enough for the plethora of turbolaser cannons mounted on the two orbital Golan platforms to swivel into place, acquiring firing arcs on the hunter's warship as it neared the planet. The quiet soon gave way to the crackle of static, as a bestial voice replied over the same communications frequency, audio only.You have been expected. Proceed to these coordinates. Data was transmitted to display a set of longitude and latitude coordinates on the night shrouded side of the tidal locked planet. The Dark Apothecary will be waiting for you, inside Mt. Tawntoom...
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Post by Viggo Grimborn on Dec 29, 2023 14:10:16 GMT -8
As Viggo awaited a response, already were the droids notifying him of the orbital stations taking aim. Yet, the hunter wasn't worried. Unless the Sith had opted to embark on an overly elaborate plan to bring his team here just to be shot down, no doubt the lizard could have ended them before now. No, he was sure that Dragus would be eagerly awaiting the arrival of his new pets, meaning this was just typical caution.
Sure enough, a response came soon after, providing them with coordinates. With the message sent, Viggo gave the order to press on.
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