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Post by Dragus on Nov 22, 2021 9:44:45 GMT -8
A few days had passed since Dragus had infected the village girl with his curious elixir. The saurian Sith bided his time outside the remote settlement at the base of the mountain, occupying himself with perversions of the flesh, or more accurately scale and fur. Animal squeals of suffering could be heard from the palanquin atop the ranat-ogre's back, while its much smaller kin stared up at the wooden platform with two beady eyes full of malevolent intent. A curtain of tanned man-hide was pulled open as the black scaled barabel stepped out from his mobile boudoir and took a deep breath of the eternal night air, enjoying the chill on his naked form. His unfortunate pleasure companion, an emaciated ewok that was even thinner than before thanks to its exertions, lay trembling on a cot atop the wooden platform. The Hungering One's mood was that of exuberant glee, feeling revitalized from the years he had taken from the poor suffering sentient bear. Grinning ferally like a slavering demon, Dragus pointed towards the village with one long finger talon. "I suppossse we've waited long enough. Let'z sssee whether thiz latessst batch of elixir waz successsful or another dud." Obeying its terrifying master's command, the ranat-ogre beneath the Great Devourer began to walk forwards, carrying the saurian Sith and his ewok companion towards the small mountain town while his ranat assistant scurried to catch up.It took the better part of an hour, despite the long stride of the massive ranat-ogre's legs, but eventually they arrived to an unusual sight. The village was full of one story tall domiciles, likely home to at least a few hundred if not thousand occupants in total if his calculations were correct. However, the streets were empty of any signs of life, not a single soul in sight. Dragus raised a scaly brow as he donned his shadowsilk robe and adjusted his belt, checking a pocket-chrono to see what time it was. Given the nature of Roon with one side of the planet eclipsed in darkness for an entire calendar year, it was almost essential to carry a time piece in order to accurately gauge the hour of day. Given the time, the streets should have been bustling with activity, yet he saw nothing of the sort. An irritated growl rose in his reptilian throat, while his dagger filled maw clenched tightly, causing crimson beads to stream over his scaly lips from bleeding gums. He leapt off the palanquin and landed on the ground with the precision of a trained acrobat, his blood red lizard eyes looking for any clues as to where all the people were. As a barabel, Dragus didn't see the world as everyone else did. His vision was strictly in the thermal, varying layers of hot and cold. There was life abundant within most of the structures, though for whatever reason no one came out to greet him. His slit nostrils inhaled and he detected the acrid stench of illness."Oh my. Perhapz I over did it with thiz particular pox. Ssstill, there ought to be sssomeone capable of conversssing with." He brought his clawed hands to his snout and cupped it, raising his voice and calling out with his thick reptilian rasp. "Hello! Anyone ssstill alive out there? I'd be more than happy to put you out of your misssery, once I've gathered a few samplez of courssse." His ranat assistant chittered away in near-indecipherable rat-speak, squeaking at its master as it rapidly motioned with a gnarled paw towards one of the buildings nearest to them. There was motion inside, obvious both from the sound of feet dragging on the floor and the way the interior lights seemed to flutter. An audible creak broke the otherwise quiet as a wooden door slowly swung open and a limping figure began to drag itself out onto the street. Dragus squinted, peering at the nearing humanoid as he attempted to piece together a few details. It was a human man, or perhaps it had once been, for now it resembled more a bloated corpse covered in weeping pustules. Its skin had yellowed and a sickly green ichor seeped from its milky white eyes, an oily sheen covering its flesh and soaked through its soiled clothing. A terrible groan of pain and misery escaped from its mouth as it stumbled towards the saurian Sith, driven mad by the infection that had overwhelmed its immune system and even now filled its body with cancerous growths.Success! Truth be told he had no idea what this particular elixir would do, other than an obvious guess, but the results were far better than anything he could have expected. It seemed entirely likely that the girl he had first exposed to the potion had infected the entire village, spreading the alchemically crafted disease to the effect of a plague. Dragus' mad grin widened to the furthest corners of his snout and his forked tongue flicked the sickly air, savoring the vile flavour of his handiwork. The diseased figure continued forwards towards the barabel, reaching for the folds of his robe with rotting fingers. In an instant the dark apothecary's blade capped tail swung round and penetrated the bloated man's shoulder, holding him at bay just out of arms reach. "Sssimply delightful." He hissed pleasurably, extending his right arm to reveal an arm mounted syringe device. With a quick thrust he stabbed the rotting creature with his needle and withdrew a measure of diseased fluid for later study. Then with a flick of his tail he dragged the serrated blade on its end through the rotting flesh of the man and sliced him straight in half, spilling infectious plague juice across the street and ending the figure's misery.More than satisfied with his work, Dragus turned around to face his short verminous assistant. "I suppossse that will do for now. Letz return to the fortresss and..." His words trailed off as he saw more figures appear, drawn to the sound in the street caused by the saurian Sith and his faithful companions. They came from every door, from alleys and around corners, some crawling but most walking in a hunched wall of diseased flesh. Frowning, the mad alchemist slowly spun the other way and was greeted with the same sight. Everywhere he looked there was pus seeping gooey meat-sacs, limping and reaching diseased claws towards him and his followers. "Well, that'z not good. Perhapz we should be going? Bone-Ripper, be a dear and clear uz a path." An angry bellow rose from the ranat-ogre's mutated head and it charged forwards into the crowd of cadaverous humans, running them down and squashing them beneath its large claw tipped feet. Dragus and his assistant quickly followed behind, traveling in the mutant's devastating wake, though even that proved difficult. Left and right the black scaled barabel's tail swept, cleaving off extended hands and through bloated legs, doing his very best to keep the creatures at bay. Within moments even the massive muscular ranat-ogre was overwhelmed, first slowed by the endless sea of festering bodies, then stopped entirely as they swarmed all over him. Bone-Ripper was dragged down by the infectious mob, along with Dragus' paramour still atop the palanquin on its back.Looking for any avenue of escape, Dragus saw the open door of a domicile that appeared to have been emptied, the only alternative he could see to staying on the street. "In there, quickly now." He said to his assistant, who did its best to stay near him while avoiding his wicked blade tipped tail. Reaching down to his right hip, the Great Devourer grabbed the handle of a single bladed axe hanging from his reekskin belt. He wrapped the claws of his right hand around the old hilt and pulled it free, then gave it a few swings to warm up his arm. It was rare that he got to make use of Bloodeater these days, though he regretted that this first feast in a long while would be such a unpleasant meal for his alchemical axe. Both he and the ranat darted into the open door of the abandoned home and slammed the portal behind them, splintering the wood at its edges. Dragus grabbed a nearby bookcase and pulled it over, dropping it in front of the door to serve as an additional barrier. It wouldn't last long though, the diseased mob had his scent and they were driven by some terrible compulsion to follow. He would have been impressed by that particular result of the pox, if not for the fact that it might soon get him killed. His assistant squeaked and ran to a ladder leading to the roof of the one story home. "Yez, excellent idea. Up, up!" The duo scrambled up the ladder as the door gave way and infected townspeople poured into the house. Dragus swiped his tail across the ladder's stilts as he climbed onto the roof, severing the wood so that none of the creatures might follow.He ran to the edge of the roof and looked over the lip, seeing only a tide of the sick as far as his saurian eyes could see. Not good. So far as he could gauge they were trapped like ranats. Even with the dark apothecary's mastery of the malevolent fey, there would be no fighting their way out of this one. Perhaps though, there was still some means of escape. Into the folds of his robe did one clawed hand go, appearing a moment later with a musical instrument the Hungering One had crafted himself from meltmassif. He brought one end of the flute to his mouth and blew into it with all the air in his powerful lungs.♪♫♪
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Post by Dragus on Nov 25, 2021 12:04:56 GMT -8
The roof beneath the dark apothecary's clawed feet groaned and creaked in protest as the village's infected pressed in on all sides against the structure, the weight of their numbers weakening the basic stone and wood building Dragus and his ranat assistant, Skrattch, found themselves on. The black scaled barabel stood at the opening in the roof the two had climbed up from, swinging his alchemical axe Bloodeater in brutal strokes from right to left, cleaving through rotting skulls as the diseased citizens attempted to force their way up. Contaminated blood and pus dripped from the edge of his weapon, his arm growing tired from the near endless strikes he was forced to make just to keep the horde at bay. His meltmassif flute had been returned to his belt after its single use, the end result not yet known to the saurian Sith, and may never be known if he didn't manage to find some way to escape. Anger at his predicament welled in his scale covered breast, fueling his blows while channeling a portion of the limitless wellspring of darkness that was the malevolent fey into his hands. Meanwhile Skrattch scurried around the perimeter of the roof they were trapped on, snapping his razor sharp fangs at diseased fingers and hands as they clambered at lip along the edge, the mass of pustule covered wretches actually climbing over each other to try to get at them. For every few fingers he managed to bite off, another set grasped the edge and took its place, the numbers beyond the ranats ability to keep up.How did he end up in this position? Was it arrogance or was it humility? On the one hand perhaps he had assumed that whatever threat he might encounter, he and his minions would be able to deal with it without issue. On the other, perhaps he hadn't expected such incredible results from just one tiny vial of elixir. He couldn't entirely be sure which it was because his mind, as usual, was a constant jumble of ideas and thoughts all working in opposition to one another. In the chaos he thrived best, but it also on occasion led to a few problems. Facing a horde of diseased creatures compelled to spread their plague just so happened to be exactly the sort of thing he tended to run into. It reminded him of the time he wiped out the civilian population of the City of the Eye with one of Inquisitor Kryptman's viral missiles, only to have them rise again to challenge the might of the Eye's chosen. Or the time he infected one of the cities on Clak'dor VII with rakghoul plague, only to have the creatures take over the city entirely and thereby forcing the NOE to wipe out the city with nuclear fire. Come to think of it, this was sort of an average day for Dragus. New faction, same problems. Go figure.Reaching into his shadowsilk robe, the mad alchemist withdrew a glass globular bottle full of a misty green substance. He smashed his axe into the skull of a female humanoid with leprous skin and pitched her down into the hole in the roof, then hurled the globular container down after her. The glass shattered on impact and an acidic mist exploded outwards in a powerful cloud of instant death, literally dissolving any organic material currently within the house. Dragus was forced to step back and away from the hole a some of the mist rose up through the opening. He back peddled until he bumped into Skrattch, causing both barabel and ranat to spin around and bare their fangs at one another. Scowling, the saurian Sith stared at the edge of the roof and saw that several of the gooey meat-sacs were just about over the ledge. Too many to fight clear of, too many to hold at bay. This was it, this had to be the end. In a few short moments his body would be ripped apart and his soul condemned to the darkside realm of chaos, damned to an eternity of torment. Well, at least he would be closer to Palpatine. He had so many questions about the Eye that only the one true Emperor could answer. He held his axe low in both hands as he faced his fate, his wicked blade tipped tail hovering over his shoulder like a scorpion ready to strike, while ropes of hot crimson ran down his chin from his bleeding gums. He would not go down easy.SSSHHHRRRREEEAAAA!!!! A shriek silenced the suffering moans of torment from the mob, causing all eyes to turn towards the sky as something in the distance grew larger as it got closer. Scaled lips twisting into a sinister sneer, the saurian Sith turned his blood red eyes towards the sound and was greeted by the most beautiful sight. His sith alchemically altered drexl, Spite, was soaring towards him on massive wings covered in dark purple scales. It dived down low, soaring over the diseased horde and releasing a humid stream of poison breath. Every one of the filthy wrecks that were caught in the drexl's death cloud had their lungs turned to liquid while their eyes boiled in their sockets, killing dozens in an instant. Spite banked and ascended high once more, before swinging around and beginning to slowly flap its wings in powerful beats, hovering near the roof that Dragus and Skrattch waited on. Even the savage beast knew the roof would not support its considerable weight. If they were going to escape on Spite, they needed to jump. The dark apothecary's serpent like tail encircled Skrattch and coiled about the ranat tightly, while his muscular scale covered legs began to tense. Drawing on reserves of pure physical strength he didn't even know he had left, the dark apothecary leapt from the roof up to Spite's chest, snatching at its thick armoured hide with his finger talons. His claws snagged on one of the beast's scales and he quickly scrambled up and onto its back, releasing Skrattch one he had seated himself in a leather saddle mounted on Spite's back.Now it was time for some payback. He wrapped the claws of his hand around the handle of the energy lance held in a circular coil attached to the saddle, pulling it free and raising it in his arm. The sinister looking weapon would have been difficult for another to heft one handed, but in Dragus' scaled mitt it was as light as a lightsaber hilt. He aimed the pointed tip past the side of Spite's neck and towards the crowd of plague victims below. Grinning wickedly, he squeezed the trigger, releasing an electromagnetic bolt of lightning into the mass of pox ridden flesh. Electrical fury blasted the horde and burned anything it touched into charred bone and ash. The saurian Sith laughed maniacally and swung the energy lance to the other side of the drexl's long neck, firing another destructive bolt of power, turning rotten meat into burnt vapor. A part of him wanted to spend the rest of the day obliterating the horde that had come so close to ruining him, but he did have a schedule to keep and he was overdue back at the Fortress of Tawntoom. He hauled back on Spite's reigns and guided the large repto-avian up and away. Within moments they were clear of the village and headed back in the direction the Sith Eternal's base.A kilometer out from the village, Dragus brought Spite down for a landing, the ground shaking as its muscular body touched down on the rocky terrain. The dark apothecary and his minion climbed down from the drexl's back and looked in the direction of the village they had come from. "I sssuppose we should quarantine the sssite for now." He rasped thoughtfully, looking around for something of use. He found a plank of old wood and a post that once belonged to a fence. Summoning the ranat over, he ripped a few strands of the vermin's tattered rags into strips and used them to secure the plank to the post, then dragged a clawed finger over the plank as he began to carve a few words into its surface. It read...Quarantine Zone - Keep OutDragus planted the sign he had made into the ground with a powerful thrust, then hammered it in place with a beat from his long muscular tail. He stepped back to examine his work, scowling as he scratched at his chin with a finger talon. He looked at Skrattch beside him and stated his thought. "It'z misssing sssomething." The ranat chittered curiously in rat-speak, asking the dark apothecary what else was needed. Before it could finish squeaking though, its beady little eyes bulged in their sockets as the serrated edge of Dragus' tail spike punched through its back and exploded out its furry chest in a shower of gore and filthy intestines. The black scaled barabel reached down and grabbed the ranat by either side of its head. Then he pulled, and pulled some more, and finally pulled enough to rip its head clean off. He then took Skrattch's head and pressed it down so that the post of the sign penetrated the ruined meat of the ranat's neck. Salivating from his exertions, he inspected the sign again, nodding in approval of the grizzly addition. "Yez, that'z it. Much better." Now having done the responsible thing, he once more mounted Spite and took to the air, already formulating his next scheme as he headed back to the Fortress of Tawntoom.
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Post by Darth Xitan on Nov 26, 2021 10:44:52 GMT -8
Patrol along the Roon Sea
From a cliff, several eyes watched at the activity below within one of the many bays of the Roon Sea. Here a prized resource was gathered in great quantities to be sold and traded for credits, materials, and more to aid the Greater Roon economy and military budgets. One such resource rested in the gloved hands of one of these sets of eyes. A female, cloaked in the trappings of the Eternal, held a Roonstone firmly in her grasp. Highly valuable crystals they were, hence why the Imperials ventured into the watery depths to mine these minerals and sell them for a sound profit to the wealthy, powerful, and influential. From what was recalled, these very same stones helped with gaining contracts at SoroSuub Corporation to ensure the military of the Imperials and Sith could have a means to gain warships and starfighters.
The female hands the crystal to another who examines it with his mask. On the side of his left eye, his finger taps the side of his head, causing an artificial eye to zoom in and examine the surface better. Hardly a nick in the fine edges and the equipment that the Imperials used seem to do a good job of harvesting them. The male hands it back to his patrol member. Among them, Xitan watched as a shuttle was loaded with crates of these fine crystals, ready for transport off of the world. Extravagance paid well and the foolish willingly dished out the right credits for their hands on these. All the while their credits were used to fund a war machine. If only these idiots knew.
There was nothing like this on Chandaar, a highly polluted world that had a proud heritage beneath the muck and grime. 'The Jewel of the Tion' had been mined to hell and back by various Tionese companies, resulting in its prestigious surface to become a blighted mess, ruled over nominally by the petty kings of the world. Still, Xitan recalled seeing such fine crystals in his father's hands as they were exchanged for sound profit. Even at a glance, his merchant trained mind could still determine that the crystal, in the female's hand, was alone worth several hundred thousand credits. The finer the cut, the better the worth. Despite the Sith training, some things were never forgotten.
Eventually, Xitan looks up as the shuttle heads to orbit then moves away from the cliff. Today, he led the patrol that examined these facilities and checked for suspicious activity. The Sith motions quietly to his patrol made up of several people: four Stormtroopers and two other Sith. The Stormtroopers gave a curt nod before moving off with Xitan while the other two lingered a bit more before joining the patrol route back into the wilderness of Umboo Province and onto the next site.
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Post by Dragus on Nov 27, 2021 6:27:37 GMT -8
In the harbour at the base of the cliff, marine vessels came and went, arriving to offload holds full of the precious gems mined beneath the waters of the sea. The Imperial harbour master's job was never ending as a steady stream of aquatic vessels came and went at all hours of the day. Equally busy was the landing platform that saw frequent shuttle departures to take the wealth of cargo to the capital or off world. As a result, massive floodlights were built into the walls of the cliff surrounding the bay, providing illumination even when the planet performed its yearly rotation and this side of the planet was cast into darkness for the length of a calendar year. Merchants, surly sea miners, dock workers, and of course Imperial port authorities were the main occupants of this particular settlement. Other than the frequent coming and goings of vessels, the harbour was actually rather isolated. There were no roads over land that led to it, just a brutal and unforgiving patch of wilderness that stretched the length between here and the Umboo Province. Utterly disconnected from the remainder of Imperial society and the cult's activities in every other way.There was another technical connection, but it hardly warrants mention. ! You want to hear about it? Are you certain? Well, alright. It's nothing to get excited about.Halfway down the bay wall at the midway point between where the harbours stilts first emerged from the water and the top of the cliff, were two giant sluice gates that emerged from the very rock of the coast, giant circular portals lined with durasteel bars that poured a chemical river down long channels to the base of the harbour that emptied into the sea. During the Galactic Empire's initial survey of Roon, it was determined that the chemical mix used to break down raw sewage in the planet's extensive sewer system could also be utilized to break down the mineral crust coating roonstones harvested from the ocean. The stones were offloaded and dumped into the sluice channels, where a mix of treated sewage and acidic chemicals stripped the stones down to their wealthier element, while the runoff of slurry was dumped straight into the sea. The stones were then pressure washed and taken to several of the established processing facilities along the harbor walls before being transported elsewhere. Say what you want about former Governor Bisad Koong and the Imperial bureaucracy, they hadn't let good infrastructure go to waste. Literally. A result of using treated waste for processing the stones was that the harbour had a very...err, unique, smell. The tunnels the sluice gates were connected to stretched for vast kilometers, connected even to Nime and Nunurra. There were even a few tunnels connected to lowest levels of the Fortress of Tawntoom for its own waste disposal, near where the Eternal Cults dark apothecary maintained his flesh pits.
A midsized water trawler was pulling into the harbour, its hold weighed down by the wealth of stones held in its cargo hold. It approached the dock, its engines churning water slower and slower as it neared the long duracrete platform where an Imperial port authority official was waiting to verify its cargo manifest. Just a few more meters to the dock..."AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Over the sounds of seagoing vessels, waves crashing against the shore, and even general industry, an ear splitting shriek intruded upon the bay. The air seemed to vibrate and pulse in waves, giving it a viscus quality that was both uncomfortable and oppressive. Spiraling bands of distorted air streamed from one of the sluice gates midway down the cliff, flowing in a direct line towards the ship pulling into the dock. The water trawler's deck began to shake, while the crew caught out into the open were near instantaneously vibrated apart, exploding outward in a deluge of red mist. The aquatic vessel's deck bent, then shattered, twisted apart by the force of the sound waves directed at it. Its hull cracked like an egg and both ship and its cargo plunged into the watery depths of the bay, a broken ruin. Alarm klaxons throughout the harbour began to sound off. The thick durasteel bars lining the sluice gate the air vibrations had come from were ripped away from the duracrete tunnel and plunged towards the harbour, smashing docked ships, the roofs of several buildings, and one even impaled the port authority official as he tried to run for cover, piercing the man's uniformed chest and pinning him to the dock. A wet red gurgle escaped his throat in a dying gasp, while his still steaming entrails slipped out the new hole in his back.
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Post by Darth Xitan on Nov 30, 2021 21:05:56 GMT -8
Xitan and his patrol turned immediately at the sound of the off-setting cry. Next, chaos ensued as the several returned to the cliff, just as a collection of durasteel bars descended and made a mess of the harbor. One of the Stormtroopers keys his helmet, noticing the wreckage within the artificial bay. His visor took a recording and scan of the broken metal and wasted cargo that was now sinking into the bay itself.
=Stormtrooper=
Lord Xitan, the port security is in confusion.
The Sith sighs deeply and nods to his patrol before descending into the ensuing chaos below. His group approached the port security tower that was the major checkpoint for incoming and departing land vehicles. In fact, as Xitan approached, three HCVw A9.2 juggernaut transports were parked and unable to proceed any further. Stormtroopers came out, ordering personnel to keep away from station till further notice. His group went on as he paused to speak with a security officer.
Report!
=Security=
We aren't entirely sure, my Lord. The mining vessel, T-2264, was snapped in half in the bay and now the incident in the harbor. Several personnel are dead, three shuttles are crushed, and another one of the vessels is half sunk. We are still trying to understand what caused this.
This was the best security that the Sovereign Admiral could invest in? Bah! Amateurs! Xitan thought to himself as the masked Sith simply heads into the harbor, trailing his patrol. Smoke was starting to rise as the shuttles destroyed seemed to have cause a fire. The damn alarms sure weren't going off... the Sith scoffs. This was supposedly one of the most effective and best run mining sites! No reports of rebel activity in the area though. The Eternal had been efficient in that department.
However as he drew closer to the carnage, Xitan found himself stopping with the other two Sith. Something felt off... in the chaos of emotions, vibrating through the Force, there was something that seemed to enjoy what was happening. Something that wasn't entirely human nor alien. And there was a darkness, lurking somewhere, but close. Xitan glanced around, looking to see if anything stood out.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 1, 2021 7:54:14 GMT -8
From the broken portal of the sluice gate, something lithe and obscured by smoke leapt from the opening and descended to the buildings below, running on two lean legs, moving rapidly from one damaged rooftop to another. It had their scent now, drawn initially by a desire to inflict pain on others, the nearness of three Sith steeped in the power of the darkside was enough to excite its hunger. It landed on the edge of the roof of a building directly in front of where the three Sith had stopped.As the smoke began to part, the creature's appearance began to take form. What once might have been an Ithorian, was now an amalgamation of warped flesh and mad science. The creature was stretched lengthwise beyond reason, its body narrow but measuring almost three meters from head to toe. Its skin had been bleached of all colour, transformed from brown to near translucence where one could see the tumor laden organs beneath the surface pulsating as alchemical fluid pumped through writhing black veins. Naked as it was, the monstrosity appeared sexless, whatever reproductive organs it once had having been removed by its creator. Each one of its long arms ended in a stump at the wrist, while two long metallic cylinders jutted from the scarred over ends, physically fused to the bone of the creature's forearms. Its twin mouths were a mockery of the herbivore it once was, its original teeth removed and replaced with long stabbing nails that made it impossible for the creature to close its mouth without tearing through the skin of its lips. The lower of the two mouths was occupied with what looked like a sonic emitter thrust down its esophagus, studded with dragite crystals to increase the potency of its sonic wail.Project Banshee, the dark apothecary's attempt to harness the power of a Force sensitive Ithorian's powerful lung capacity into a weapon. It was never meant to escape, having been confined with a pain collar that was supposed to incapacitate it by overwhelming its nervous system. Instead...The collar around its neck, the closest thing to clothing it had on, crackled with electrical discharge as it delivered a painful shock to the monstrosity. It let out another ear splitting shriek, the emitter in its lower mouth wailing as it released a powerful sonic blast into the sky, striking the engines of a fleeing shuttle and sending it careening towards the dark waters of the bay. Empowered by pain, the creature looked back down at the three Sith, staring at them with empty eye sockets. Though its eyes had been removed and now sat in a jar somewhere in the apothecary's lab, it had developed a form of unique echolocation to replace its original sight. Every shriek and wail provided it with the sensory data it would need to track its prey. Thick steaming ropes of salivation dripped from its upper mouth as it looked at them, focusing more directly on Xitan.Snap/Hiss! From the emitter ends of the cylinders embedded in the stumps of its arms, long crimson coils of contained energy emerged and draped over the edge of the roof, flexible as whips and five meters in length. The end of each whip tip wailed as it came into contact with the building, the multiple small dragite crystals contained within causing the whips to resonate and deliver sonic damage to whatever they came into contact with. It raised its arms and flung the long coils back over its shoulder, before leaping off the edge of the roof, diving towards the three Sith. It swung its arms forwards, sending a long flexible energy blade towards the Sith on either side of Xitan, while releasing another sonic shriek down the center directly towards the Sith in the middle."AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
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Post by Darth Xitan on Dec 4, 2021 10:50:07 GMT -8
The abomination was seen instantly as the darkness in the air became focused and moving. The mask of Xitan turned to see the crazed experiment moving about, rapidly, from top to top. It's person illuminated by the flames of the damaged it had caused. For a moment, the Acolyte wondered what the hell it was, but when it landed before them, on a rooftop nearby, the Tionese began to see what it was... a Sithspawn. Likely something that had escaped the labs of the Dark Apothecary of the Eternal's leadership. Many, in the ranks of the cult, did not know much of this Dragus, save that he had once been an even greater Sith, one who commanded armies and led fleets across the stars. His old cadre had been a potent organization of Sith in this part of the galaxy. Beyond that, he was enigma. Even for his fellow councilors. This must have been one of his experiments.
At first, the creature just looked at them. However, Xitan felt that, even without it's eyes, it was focusing on him. The most potent in the Force here likely. An amber explosion went up off overhead as its sonic emitter caused a shuttle to careen off course! What in the hell was this thing?! Then, the Sith noticed something different as crimson coils began to illuminate around its arms. Its posture looked ready to pounce! Xitan turns to his patrol.
SCATTER!
The Sith barks before using the Force to throw himself out of the way. The sonic attack had struck the other male Sith square while the female managed to get behind cover and away. Two of the Stormtroopers were thrown as well while the remaining two found cover too. This thing was dangerous... really dangerous.
Stormtroopers, covering fire! Leesha! Flank on the right!
Xitan commands before darting across once more, crisscrossing the female Sith, and headed towards the left side of the avenue of attack. The Stormtroopers, clicking their blasters to live ammo, moved into action. One rolled out of cover, kneed on one knee, and blasted three times before moving left as well. His comrade laid covering fire with his blaster. These two kept their distance, but laid down the fire that was commanded of them.
Leesha jumped on top of one of the rooftops and moved along some metal beams, keeping within sight of the creature. As she drew closer, her hand lashed out, throwing some debris from below and upward as the Force carried it towards the Ithorian experiment. Xitan, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen. His attack was due to come from the right, just as the patrol practiced, but they were down three persons. Their male comrade, Krel, was either unconscious or dead from the impact of the sonic boom. There was no time to check though seeing as this creatures danger level was rather high.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 6, 2021 10:57:49 GMT -8
Crimson coils of the lightwhips in place of the creature's hands spiraled and flailed as though having a mind of their own, intercepting blaster bolts from the two stormtroopers. Each time one of the bolts struck the bands of coherent energy, a loud whine reverberated from the lightwhip strands, filling the area with a deafening wail. It also served to relay data to the physically blind ithorian, letting the monstrosity 'see' the battlefield better than true sight could ever hope to contend.
Movement where none should have existed drew the creature's attention. Project Banshee craned its hammer shaped head to the right side as broken debris seemed to rise on its own accord and hurtle towards it, thrown via the Force by the Sith acolyte Leesha. A painful shock crackled from the collar around the creature's neck, searing the ring of flesh beneath the collar and driving it to a new level of pain. A combination of sonic emitter and rage fueled Force shriek blasted from the ithorian's twin mouths, directed towards the debris with enough force to tear matter apart at the molecular level, shattering the hurled debris to scattered dust. It moved its head from the debris to the female Sith on the roof top that had thrown it, trailing devastation as sound waves spewed from its mouths tore into the building she was standing upon and moved in her direction.
Meanwhile it swung and flailed its left arm stump, slashing and cracking the resonating lightwhip jutting from its arm at the two stormtroopers, attempting to smash their cover to bits with soundwaves elicited from the tip of the whip or carve them to ribbons with the length of glowing strands of coherent energy.
Xitan was all but forgotten about as it dealt with its immediate attackers.
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Post by Darth Xitan on Dec 17, 2021 22:16:50 GMT -8
Raised a Force Shield was quickly done by Leesha. However, the shield wasn't quick enough as part of her arm was vaporized. The force upon the shield slammed against it and caused her to fly off from view. The acolyte had been propelled from her place and thrown off against a building across the way. There would likely be no more movement from her area. As for the Stormtroopers, the pair managed to dodge behind new cover, but this wouldn't last for long. They had just gotten away by just a hair after all. Reloading their blasters, one moved off to another flank and cover. New fire being poured upon the strange Sithspawn as they continued with their orders.
As for Xitan...
Utilizing the Force, the male had cloaked himself in darkness, moving forward and keeping out of sight. He was willing to sacrifice Leesha and the Stormtroopers as a distraction. This was a chance for the Acolyte. A chance to truly prove himself worthy of his place among the circle, known as the Favored. Those several Acolytes who had proven their worth, and continued to do so, that would one day ensure they might guide the ship that is the Sith Eternal, under the leadership of the Supreme Leader. And so, Xitan took this chance wholeheartedly and at the expense of those around him.
As he felt Leesha going dark, in terms of her presence, and the Stormtroopers renewing their fire, Xitan leapt upon a lower roof and then onto an upper one, suddenly appearing on the right flank of the creature. Lightsaber flared to life as the crossguard roared its red plasma. Reaching out with the Force, the dark side powered his abilities as a stasis was attempted to be created around the Sithspawn, hoping to freeze it in place so that the Sith could cut it down. It was one of his newer abilities and one that Xitan saw great potentail in. Tapping into his rage and hatred, the source of all power that was and could belong to the Sith, a rage filled the young male as the Dark Side was fueled and exerted upon this banshee abomination.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 18, 2021 8:53:06 GMT -8
There were fragments of its past life, buried deep in the creature's tortured psyche. It wasn't always this twisted horror of flesh, machine, and the darkside. Once upon a time 'he' had a name and a family, who realized early on his potential with the Force. The Jedi had been contacted and one of the space wizards arrived to see for themselves, agreeing that he was gifted and swearing to raise him as one of their own. He was taken from his family and traveled to the Jedi Academy on Corellia, only he had never arrived. Their shuttle had been intercepted by a terrifying star destroyer painted in black, a vessel that radiated pure evil. The Jedi had put up a fight, doing what he could to protect the child, but against the scaled monster that seemed to lead the evil-doers, there had never been a modicum of hope. After that, the remainder of his days were spent in the dark confines of what he could only describe as a madman's version of a butcher shop. His body had been twisted and transformed. Parts of him had been...removed, painfully, then replaced with other wicked devices of the mad alchemist's invention. The damage done to his body was nothing compared to the horror inflicted upon his mind. He lost himself in the despair and eventually became the debased wretch he appeared today. There was so little left of him, yet sometimes he could still remember...
"Kill me..." The second mouth, the one not fitted with a sonic emitter, spoke as barely a whisper. "Kill me..."Unfortunately the fragment wasn't the one in charge. The beast he had become shrieked in wicked delight as Leesha's arm was torn asunder and her body was hurled into a building, immediately forgotten by the results of Project Banshee, as it moved on to its next target. The stormtroopers to their credit were still alive, infuriating the alchemically altered ithorian, harassing its body with blaster bolts. Occasionally one got through the spiraling webs of constantly moving lightwhips, searing its translucent flesh a scorched black in a number of spots, but never enough to completely debilitate it. Pain was the source of its power now, delivered in powerful shocks from the collar around its neck and now the damage it was taking as well. Pain was all that it had left. It let loose another powerful blast of molecule rending sonic waves towards the stormtroopers when it hit a wall of resistance. It attempted to move, but its body refused to budge, almost as if something was holding it in place.Snap/Hiss! The ignition of Xitan's lightsaber was like a radiant beacon to the creature's senses. It fought against the stasis holding it in place, yet was unable to move even an inch. That was until the collar around its neck delivered another shock, electricity coursing painfully through its extremities and fueling its abilities like some sadistic loop. Its hammer shaped head twisted to face Xitan, blood oozing from holes in its lips where the nails it had for teeth penetrated the tortured flesh. 'Kill me', it mouthed, while the emitter in its lower mouth began to glow and surge with power. Another blaster bolt struck the monstrosity in the side of the ribs, blistering the flesh there and leaving it raw. It was just enough to push it over the edge and break the spell. Fighting Xitan's attempt to hold it in place, it swung its right arm over its shoulder, casting the long length of crimson energy behind it before swinging the arm forwards again. A long coil of energized whip swung down in a vertical descent towards the acolyte.
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Post by Darth Xitan on Jan 23, 2022 21:58:04 GMT -8
DragusMercy... kill me... the creature, what remained of what it was before, called out. It wanted the agony to end, the suffering to be over, it asked for mercy and that its wretched life be ended. Mercy, the act of compassion that sought to see one's agony be brought to an end. A Jedi would have likely hesitated as life was precious to them. They probably wouldn't be sure of what to do. Surely, the creature could not be saved, and to end its existence would free it from its pointless existence as a tool of destruction. Mercy... what a laughable concept in this galaxy.
In the precious seconds that followed, time seemed to slow. Blaster bolts peppered the abomination and flew through the air below as the Stormtroopers kept up their fire. Occasionally, the bolts merely illuminated the belligerent creature and the Sith acolyte that aimed for it. One such bolt flew closer than ones, illuminating the mask that covered the face of the tattooed male. Red cracks could be seen in the finely forged black metal. Mercy... it called for. There was no mercy in his soul. There was no intent to enact mercy in his movements. To Xitan, it was to kill or die.
Pain... suffering... this is what the creature felt. It was driven to attack by its tormented existence, by its wretched life. It was nothing more than a tool of mutated destruction. It wanted it's life to end. It wanted the eternal darkness that likely awaited all who were not connected to the Force. Pain... suffering... a muscle in his neck twitched. In the moment, as the coil descended, a memory awoke within Xitan. Nothing was seen, but there was a voice, an angry man's voice. Pain erupted through his neck as Xitan recalled tears streaming down from his eyelids, his throat gasping for air, and a pair of strong hands gripping his air passage. "YOU ARE NOT MY SON!!", the voice called out. "YOU ARE NOT MY SON!!! HOW DARE YOU LOOK AT ME!!! HOW DARE YOU EXIST!!!!" the voice grew louder and louder, the pain becoming stronger with it. As his vision faded, in that memory, something finally snapped. How did the voice become quiet? How did the pain end? When the Dark Side erupted within Xitan and lightning roared from his fingertips. A scream from Xitan was heard in the memory, followed by the screams of the older male as his flesh was seared and scarred.
Pain... suffering... anger... these were tools of the Sith. This is what gave Xitan power, this was what gave him strength! Tapping into that memory caused his rage to boil and bubble within. The coil drew closer, yet as it met its mark, it only ripped up the roof where Xitan once stood. The Sith had swiftly moved to the side and sped forward. His lightsaber arching towards the monster's midsection as the Sith flew forward. The abomination's visage changed to the image of his father. A monster had to die, not out of mercy, but because it was his enemy! There was no mercy! There would be no compassionate act! The creature had to die because, in this galaxy, it was live or die. And Xitan knew that, with the Dark Side, he would live and the monster would perish!
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Post by Dragus on Jan 24, 2022 7:36:53 GMT -8
It did want to die, and yet its action were not its own. Trapped within the mind of the creature was the faintest trace of self-awareness, the being that it once was before it had undergone 'augmentation' at the hands of the dark apothecary. That part of it was like a prisoner trapped within its own warped flesh, able to watch and occasionally utter a word, but unable to stop what was happening. The pain blotted out anything else, made it hard to focus, fueling its rage. Though he...she...it couldn't remember which it had been, wanted nothing more than for this to end.But the monster refused to lay down and let it happen. As Xitan avoided the attack and surged towards it, the mutated ithorian was taken back, unable to use its lightwhips or sonic screech as the Sith acolyte closed the distance, lightsaber scorching the air as it swung towards its midsection. Instinct forced it to take a step back and to the side, narrowly avoiding the tip of the searing crimson blade across its guts, though its right arm was less fortunate. The acolyte's brilliant energy sword slashed through the emitter housing of the monster's right lightwhip, eliciting a shower of sparks from the cylinder embedded in its arm stump and killing the coils of the right lightwhip. It shrieked, and swung its left arm back, but hesitated to complete a strike attempt of its own. Programmed with at least some minimal sense, it was aware it couldn't attack the masked man when he was so close, not with that weapon anyways. Snarling, unafraid of the lightsaber blade held in Xitan's hand despite the debilitating wound it had already suffered, the sithspawn lunged at the champion of the darkside.Its bleeding mouth sought to put the nails in place of its teeth to good use. Lunging head first, the creature attempted to clamp its sharp metallic dentures onto the acolyte's shoulder.
In the distance, barely more than a speck in the sky at this time, a winged beast flew over the Roon Sea. It carried a ride atop its purple scaled back, even harder to see at such a vast but closing distance. Both avian and rider were drawn to the fires at the port, enticed by the scene of destruction.
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Post by Darth Xitan on Jan 25, 2022 21:03:24 GMT -8
DragusThe beast was agile, but tougher too. The fight arm was gone, yet the beast remained. Xitan had learned it's weakness when he witnessed the hesitation. A ranged combat was it's focus and pride, where the abomination excelled. In closer quarters, more ideal for the Sith, it would have to rely on other methods. He didn't have much time though to relish in this accomplishment as the mutated Ithorian lunged forward with metal dentures. Xitan moved left and then right, trying to dodge the attempt. Yet, he kept a close distance which was a risk... if he jumped further away, advantage would return to the enemy. Keeping close, and lightsaber in hand, Xitan could likely keep up the defense, but the monstrosity was unafraid of the crimson blade.
However, the beast was quick and soon, a pain seared up his whole arm and into his torso as the metal teeth clamped down on his right arm. The lightsaber went off in the next instance as the crossguard fell heavy onto roof below their feet. Xitan gritted his teeth, feeling the warmth of his blood as it flowed out of the new wounds. The Sith raises his left fist, balling it up as he proceeded to punch the side of its head.Get off!!Slam!! Slam!!Get. OFF!!!!Xitan bellowed as he continued to punch its mutated and augmented flesh. The pain... it was coursing through the Sith now. The acolyte could feel it, his anger was only growing with each consecutive punch. Smack! Smack! Smack!!! Each blow landed, yet the beast would not let go. Pain... anger... the boiling of a volcano began to bubble and heat his growing rage. Gritting his teeth tighter, Xitan just grew more and more frustrated that the mutant wasn't listening! After the several punch landed, a slap was heard as his gloved palm was firmly planted on the abomination's face.
A spark went off... then another, followed by another. The power was welling up as Xitan had had it! The air began to grow tense as the pain was becoming worst and starting to be felt in his legs and back now. His nerves were on fire, the smell of his own blood provoking him, and the anger turned into pure rage. Xitan then bellowed.I SAID GET OFF!!!!With this roar, a fierce Force Lightning erupted from his gloved hand. If Xitan could not get his enemy off by force, then he would burn his foe away!
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Post by Dragus on Jan 26, 2022 7:33:45 GMT -8
As Project Banshee's metallic teeth sank into the flesh of Xitan's arm and warm blood seeped into its mouth, a confused shudder racked its body, sending a tremble throughout its twisted system. Natural biology rebelled against what the dark apothecary had transformed the poor creature in to. Ithorians as a species were herbivores, they evolved without the means to properly digest meat and animal proteins. Yet while under the mad alchemists care, the Sithspawn had been force fed a carefully catered diet of spoiled meat, while its digestive system underwent tweaks as the master of material manipulation perfected its alterations and perverted its very nature. Eventually it came to crave meat in the same way it might have once desired a salad, even if it was slowly being poisoned by it. Dragus was an expert flesh crafter, but evolution was a tough nut to crack, even for an alchemist of his calibre. Regardless, something akin to satisfaction circulated its nervous system as it tasted coppery flavoured crimson, even as punches began to rain down upon the side of its head. Each blow scrambled its mind a little more, confusing the beast's pain addled thoughts. Instinct caused it to clamp down harder with each blow, its brain hemorrhaging inside its skull as the bone began to fracture.What came next was worse. Electrical current circulated its pale blaster burned body, bringing it to a new level of pain beyond even what the shock collar around its neck was capable of. Xitan's force lightning went beyond that, literally cooking the naked creature's insides while its transparent flesh blackened and began to sizzle. Its jaws opened to let loose a shriek of pain, releasing the acolyte's arm and screaming towards the sky as its body began to immolate. The dragite enhanced sonic emitter embedded in its second throat fired a sonic blast into the air, sending rippling sound waves up and away, harmless to anyone at this point save for perhaps the birds. Speaking of which, the winged beast and rider that had been nearing the scene were forced to veer away as they flew over the port, almost colliding with the released sonic wailing. Transforming into a charred ruin, the mutated ithorian's legs gave way as its tendons fried into ithorian bacon and the lightning effectively blasted the creature off the roof, sending a scorched flaming ruin to the ground below. The life was snuffed from its burning frame before it crashed onto the street near where the stormtroopers had taken up firing positions. Even in death, the blackened lips of the beast managed to mouth the words 'thank you'.While the creature was dead, the inorganic elements of its ruined husk had a little life left in them. The electrical current from Xitan's force lighting, which had so effectively fried the biological components of Project Banshee, had caused the sonic emitter inside of it to malfunction. The crystals lining the weapon had absorbed some of the force lightning and the emitter continued to build power, even as its wires smoked and sparked. An intense whine sounded in the device, building in pitch as it began to overload. The air around the corpse began to vibrate and crackle with static. It was almost as if it was about to explo...Boom!
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Post by Darth Xitan on Jan 26, 2022 21:36:51 GMT -8
DragusThe pain in his arm began to ease up, yet the deep stinging remained as the dentures pulled off. Though the bleeding continued, Xitan simply watched as the abomination went off in a craze frenzy from the surge of power put through it. The Sith watched as malfunctions went off, as fleshed burned, and the monstrosity screeched and roared in pain from the surge of lightning that coursed through its system. As the creature jerked left and right, spasming from the power that only brought it further pain and closer to its ruin, Xitan began to take a few steps back, seeing the actions only becoming more erratic. Even the Stormtroopers below were noticing that something was off as the creature got closer and closer to the edge.
Soon, it came cascading down, landing with a loud fleshy clunk. Xitan moves towards the edge, looking at the fidgeting and squirming beast. His attention was diverted when his ears caught the sound of something... winged? The Sith quickly turned to see a large beaked animal approaching with a hooded rider upon it. However, his attention switched again when there were strange sounds below. Xitan listened as an intense whine and a sharp twist of the body. The Sith realized something was going to happen and raises his arm as the creature explodes into hunks of flesh and bits of metal. When the blast ended, Xitan lowers his arm, looking down at the blood messy that it left behind. What... was that thing?
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Post by Dragus on Jan 27, 2022 6:06:58 GMT -8
In the sky above, a scaled brow narrowed and two blood red orbs glared ponderously at the ground below, just as the sonic emitter overloaded and thus exploded. The figure atop the winged beast pulled back on the reptavian's reigns, causing it to hold position in the air, beating powerful muscular wings to stay aloft in place. It had been the fire and scenes of destruction at the port that had originally drawn him here, then that sonic blast that had nearly blown them out of the air further peaked his interest, and now the explosion. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but he was about to find out. Clawed digits wrapped around the long handle of an energy lance currently slung through a large leather loop in the saddle, then pulled it free and held it up one handed. The other hand, still clutching the reigns, released them and pushed off the saddle as the rider got to his talon tipped feet. Then without further adieu, the rider leaped from the back of the flying monstrosity and dove towards the ground below, the pointed end of the long black spear in his claws leading the way. A rasping reptilian voice hissed loudly as he fell."LOOK OUT BELOW!" If the explosion of the sonic emitter had proven jarring, what followed next was even more so. The crystalline ostrine tip punched into the ground, spearing up to half the length of the lance beneath the surface, cracking the duracrete foundry for a dozen feet in all directions. A cloud of silica dust was kicked up as the duracrete disintegrated and scattered, obscuring the being still holding the hilt of the long black conical spear. Residual electric discharge crackled in the air around the energy lance, dissipating as the cloud began to settle and the figure came into focus. A black scaled barabel garbed in a midnight hued robe of shadow silk gripped the hilt, releasing it to wave a hand with long curved finger claws in front of his snout, clearing away some of the dust. A serrated edged blade glinted in the light created by the smouldering buildings all around, capping a long tail of hard black scale that swayed from side to side behind the dangerous draconian. A gust of hot steam wisped from the saurian's slit nostrils, blowing off the dust from his snout as his maw opened to reveal jaws full of razor sharp dagger shaped teeth. Lines of hot salivation seeped over scaled lips and oozed down the chin of his snout, soiling the front of his robe.As the dust finally settled and the Hungering One came into full view, his bloody gaze turned from the smoking remains of the sithspawn to Xitan on the roof. "You there!" He hissed, misting crimson flecks of blood as he spoke. He pointed the long talon of his index claw at Xitan, clearly indicating who he was directing his attention to. "Are you resssponsssible for what happened here?" A forked tongue flicked out from between his curved incisors and sampled the air inquisitively.Curious...
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Post by Darth Xitan on Jan 27, 2022 20:19:23 GMT -8
As the dust finally settled and the Hungering One came into full view, his bloody gaze turned from the smoking remains of the sithspawn to Xitan on the roof. "You there!" He hissed, misting crimson flecks of blood as he spoke. He pointed the long talon of his index claw at Xitan, clearly indicating who he was directing his attention to. "Are you resssponsssible for what happened here?" A forked tongue flicked out from between his curved incisors and sampled the air inquisitively.Curious... =========== Above, Xitan continued to look down at the messy remains of the mutant. Only the voice of Dragus caused his attention to break and look at the Saurian. The acolyte knew better than to keep a council member waiting for an answer. So, the masked Sith bows his head first before speaking. One must always show due to respect to one appointed by the Supreme Leader. Of course, this didn't mean than any of the underlings weren't plotting their own ascension to one day become a member of that must high authority.I am.Xitan responds as he looks down at the blackened and bloody remains.I bested it in a competition of living, Lord Dragus.The acolyte remarks coldly. He felt... numb. The pain from earlier, how much it had fueled his rage. Never had that happened before save for the time when his father almost killed Xitan, back when he was known as Kallarus Mora, son of a merchant family. Flexing his good arm, since his other one was still bleeding badly and relatively inoperable right now, the male could still feel the echo of power that was caused by what had happened mere moments ago. A power fueled by nothing but pain. Despite the numb feeling, Xitan felt something else... he felt good with the power that surged from him and fried his enemy. |
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Post by Dragus on Jan 31, 2022 6:01:50 GMT -8
Dragus' scaled brow rose in curious amusement. Bested in a competition of living, eh? So this was all the result of a duel? Ordinarily he would have admired this sort of wanton disregard for human lives and the careless destruction of Sith Eternal property, but the port was an important revenue source for the cult. This required at the very least a verbal reprimand. Which he was prepared to give, until he noticed something amongst the debris. The black scaled barabel's slit nostrils inhaled a familiar scent, a chemical residue that was rare outside the confines of an alchemy laboratory. He examined the still smoking corpse, lowering himself to a knee as he studied the scorched black ruin that was the sithspawn's hammer shaped head. Blood red orbs widened in understanding and the Hungering One let out a surprised hiss as he regarded the charred skull.
"Project Banshee! Or..." He brought a finger talon up under his snout and scratched at his scaled chin. "...waz it Project Starssscream? Ssso many projectz, it getz hard to keep track. But how did you essscape your containment protocolz, my precious pet? Hmmm? Let'z have a look."
Placing his clawed hands on either side of the charred hammer head, he leaned forwards and pressed his weight against the skull, pushing on either side of its head stalks. With a meaty rip and crack the skull split open to reveal a bowl full of steaming grey matter, flash boiled in its skull during Xitan's force lightning attack. The saurian Sith inhaled deeply through his nostril slits, savoring the rich scent of cooked grey matter, before dipping a clawed digit into the cadaver's brains and carving out a small sliver. He held the slippery piece of meat between two finger claws and brought it to his mouth, dropping the gooey morsel into his waiting maw. He slurped it down, though not before swishing it about in his mouth, before finally swallowing. He then fished out the rest of the dead creature's brains and placed it on the ground beside the cracked open skull. Again he felt around inside the head, running a claw over a metallic surgical stud imbedded inside of the skull. He opened himself to the malevolent fey as he fingered the inorganic stud, delving into the objects past as he casually performed psychometry on it.
In his mind he could see the creature escaping containment in the flesh-pits beneath the Fortress of Tawntoom. The collar that was supposed to induce a powerful paralyzing shock of electricity had instead empowered the sithspawn, effectively created a feedback loop of pain that had increased the ithorian's power beyond the norm, allowing it to escape the lab and attack the port.
"Very interesssting." He hissed aloud. "Rather than incapacitate the creature, the pain induced by the shock-collar inssstead amplified the sithspawn'z abilitiez, effectively ssstrengthening it through repeat endured sssuffering. Can you imagine, drawing power from sheer physssical agony? Though to harnesss sssuch a thing in an effective way without being driven mad would take an incredible will." He shook his head. "I don't really think it'z posssible. Ssstill, sssomething to ssstudy further when time iz permitting."
Standing back up, he brought a clawed hand under his snout and began to stroke his chin, looking around the vicinity for more parts of the sithspawn's ruined body. The acolytes destruction of the creature was rather thorough. There wasn't much left at all. Turning his head back towards the rooftop, Dragus looked up at Xitan, raising his voice as he addressed the other Sith.
"I'm mildly disssappointed. I didn't think anyone outssside of the council would be ssstrong enough to face Project Banshee and sssurvive, but you did, and more ssso you defeated it pointedly. Remarkable." An all too familiar scent tickled his nostril. His tongue flicked out, tasting blood on the air, while his thermal vision could see the slow seeping heat from Xitan's bleeding wound. "Come down here, warrior. Let me have a look at that wound."
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Post by Darth Xitan on Feb 5, 2022 15:45:06 GMT -8
DragusSo this was the one known as Lord Dragus, the Eternal's well-versed and demented apothecary. Although, Xitan would never say that last word, even in what could be called 'trusted' company. Constantly, this reptilian Sith was the source of the strange noises one may hear if they ventured too close to the deep bowels of the Tawntoom Fortress. Plenty of times, the acolyte had heard of the words that some councilors conveyed to one another about Dragus. He was aware of one fact: the skulls of guards and the dead tended to be a favorite meal. Something that he noticed when Dragus ate what appeared to be the brain of the abomination.
Xitan didn't pay attention much to what Dragus mentioned as his mind reflected, for a moment, on what had occurred. Pain had fueled him to the point that Sith was lost in a fit of absolute rage and anger. Power surged forth and erupted to fry the Sithspawn. The acolyte may have graduated from his training, but like his peers, Xitan still had much to learned and understand. The teachings of the Sith were vast and near endless source of knowledge and potential power. But why did this rage-fueled power feel different? After all, the Sith felt numb now... numb from the exerted power.
His attention changed to Dragus when the Apothecary spoke up. The acolyte came down to where the Councilor was and raises his arm for Dragus to examine. All the while, the masked acolyte was quiet and... distant. His mind thinking of all that had occurred. Despite even the mention of how he took down this Sithspawn.
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Post by Dragus on Feb 6, 2022 8:36:02 GMT -8
The scent of blood in the air always whetted Dragus' dark appetite, so you can imagine the self restraint involved when he examined Xitan's injury as the acolyte extended his arm. Taking hold of his wrist with a vice like claw, he straightened the limb and studied the puncture marks made by the sithspawn's metallic teeth. The flow of crimson and depth of the piercing bite was troubling, but more so was the red irritation around each indent into the skin, a clear sign of spreading infection. Reaching a clawed hand into the folds of his robe, the Hungering One retrieved a small canister shaped object and held it up for the masked warrior to see.
"Thiz..." He hissed, shaking the palm sized canister of bacta spray. "...will sssting like a fire wasssp, but it should ssstanch the blood and prevent further ssspread of infection." He pressed down on the canister and sprayed a measure of bacta solution onto the wound. "My own recipe." He said somewhat pridefully. "You'll ssstill want to ssspend a few hourz in a bacta tank if you plan on keeping the arm. I cultured quite the nasssty batch of bacteria in Project Banshee'z mouth, of the flesh eating variety."
Releasing Xitan's arm, the black scaled barabel returned the canister to his pocket and took a step back, studying the acolyte with renewed interest rather than strictly scientific curiosity. As he extended his senses and grasped the currents of the malevolent fey in his spiritual clutches, he could sense those black currents flowing strongly through the warrior in front of him. Recognition dawned on his probing mind and his bloody orbs widened as he realized he had seen this particular Sith before.
"Wait a sssecond, I remember you." His lips peeled back to reveal rows of glistening curved incisors, spread wide in a wicked grin from one ear to the other. "From the dueling pitz. Your decapitation of an unworthy opponent provided quite the deliciouz sssnack. No wonder you handled yourssself ssso well againssst my creation." He rasped admirably, misting flecks of blood from his lips with every spoken word. "A warrior of your caliber should be ssserving directly under Garrax."
Smoke tickled the saurian Sith's nostril slits, causing him to take a moment and examine his surroundings further. The damage to the port was extensive, between the spreading fires, crashed ships, and cracked infrastructure. Dragus scowled, keenly aware that the other members of the council were going to try to blame this on him, absurd as that might be. He blanched beneath his scales and pulled back the hood of his robe, rubbing the back of his head with a clawed hand as a sheepish expression spread across his snout.
"Lisssten, if the council getz wind of what happened here I'll never hear the end of it. I'm already in a bit of hot water over a few misssing stormtrooperz, az though I could have posssibly eaten all of them..." Just most, the others he had poisoned. "Perhapz you could be persssuaded to omit a few...mmmm, minor detailz from your report? I in turn would be happy to ssspeak with Vullor about the posssibility of promotion, and it goez without sssaying should you require any alchemical servicez, I would be more than happy to sssee to your needz. I'm certain a young Sssith on the rissse sssuch az yourssself could find a ussse for a poissson or a pox."
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