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Post by Faina Delvardus on Jul 18, 2017 20:45:33 GMT -8
"You're mad," Macario, still clearly struggling to come to grips with the betrayal of his fellow Imperial Knights, has time to utter in response to Jaska's invitation to join their betrayal before the Shadowtroopers end any attempt to reason with Jaska and the other traitors. As the sound of the Scout troopers blaster fire fills the air, accompanied by the sounds of Commander Foresi's struggle with Jaska, Lanfen darts her humming lightsaber blade forward towards Macario's neck. Macario steps back, swinging his left gauntlet up to block the strike, the pure cortosis disabling the Zeltron's weapon.
Jaska, baring his teeth as Nicolina sweeps his right arm upward, lifts his left hand, palm out to send a Force push at the Shadowtrooper to send her crashing into the wall behind her. Charging forward with Force assisted speed as soon as the push has been delivered, Jaska lunges with his lightsaber aimed straight for Nicolina's heart.
Shura, sweeping her lightsaber from left to right to decapitate Nirav when he ducks and begins to draw his weapon, dies as she completes the strike, Grahn's blaster shot hitting its target.
Xiulan, reacting to Gerou and Grahn's initial movements, lifts her silver hued blade in front of her, deflecting the blaster bolt intended to kill her as much from pure instinct as conscious effort. Her lightsaber sizzles and spits sparks as the blaster bolt bounces off of it and careens into the ceiling, and Xiulan darts forward and to the left of Grahn in a blur of Force enhanced motion, pivoting her wrists as she moves so that the blade of her lightsaber is held out horizontally at her side in an attempt to bisect both Scout troopers at the waist.
Faina, having begun to sprint towards Jaska when the fray began with Commander Foresi's opening attack, twirls her lightsaber hilt in her hand to reverse her grip as the distance between her and Jaska closes, leaping up while lifting her lightsaber hilt over her shoulder to bridge the final gap between them as he sends the Force push towards Nicolina, and then brings her lightsaber down, burying it deep in Jaska's side as, sensing the danger, he turns towards her. Swinging his cortosis gauntlet down to disable Faina's weapon before she can finish the job of killing him, Jaska steps back and delivers a vicious side kick to her sternum that knocks her to the ground. Breathing heavily as his free hand goes to his wounded side, Jaska turns to the side so that both Faina and Commander Foresi are in sight, enabling him to best respond to their next actions.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2017 18:45:19 GMT -8
Nirav 74 only manages to grab the handle of his holstered sidearm before being cut down by Shura, her lightsaber taking the Khommite's head off at the shoulders so that, when Grahn's blaster bolt hits the back of the Imperial Knight's skull just as she completes the sai cha, both Nirav and his killer fall the floor, joining one another in death.
Thrown back into the wall behind her by the Force push, Nicolina is momentarily stunned by the force of the impact, her legs giving out beneath her so that she careens off the wall to land in a graceless heap. Shaking her head to clear it, Nicolina scans the room quickly to reorient herself, and in so doing watches in dismayed horror as Xiulan cuts Gerou down, the Scout trooper unable to move quickly enough to escape the sai tok.
Fortunately for Grahn, Gerou had time to flinch backwards before being cut in half at the waist, the movement bumping his fellow Scout trooper back enough that she is out of harm's way, the tip of Xiulan's lightsaber scorching only a thin, shallow line on the back torso plate of Grahn's black armor that briefly glows in an angry orange light before quickly cooling and leaving only the sobering reminder of how very near Grahn came to sharing her fellow Scout Trooper's fate.
Having maintained her grip on her DLT-19 even after falling to the floor after bouncing off the wall, Nicolina lifts herself onto her left elbow and, holding her rifle out in her right hand, fires a quick burst of three shots at Xiulan, estimating she has a better chance of getting the drop on the Zeltron than she does on Jaska, aiming the first two for each of the Imperial Knight's upper thighs where her armor will not protect her, with the final shot being aimed for the Zeltron's head, figuring that even if the Imperial Knight can block the first two shots, the last is placed so that blocking it as well would be difficult at best.
Grahn, knowing now is not the time to mourn for her fallen platoon mates, surrenders completely to her training, allowing it to take the forefront of her consciousness, and drops into a crouch after pivoting to cover the area of the room which had previously been Gerou's responsibility, shoulders her E-11s sniper rifle and fires a shot for the back of Jaska's head. . .
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Jul 23, 2017 10:22:17 GMT -8
Xiulan deflects the first two of Commander Foresi's shots, the first blocked blaster bolt sent wildly off to the Imperial Knight's left side while the second, as the Zeltron has recovered from the initial surprise of the attack from an unexpected quarter, is batted right back towards Commander Foresi. Unable to bring her lightsaber up quickly enough to block the last of the three shots, Xiulan tumbles backwards and falls lifelessly to the floor when the blaster bolt hits her in the head.
Jaska, when Commander Foresi begins to fire her rifle, starts to run towards her, lifting his lightsaber overhead to decapitate the Shadowtrooper, only to be cut down when Grahn shoots him the back of the head.
Macario, taking advantage of the momentary confusion Lanfen experiences when he successfully disrupts her lightsaber with his cortosis gauntlet, draws his own lightsaber with his left hand. As Macario ignites his lightsaber, just as Xiulan is killed, Lanfen voices a cry of grief and rage as she senses the death of her twin in the Force. Macario tries to make a slash towards Lanfen's side, but the Zeltron, moving with Force assisted speed, dodges the strike by ducking beneath it, grabbing Macario's left wrist with one hand to immobilize his weapon. Using her lightsaber hilt as a club, Lanfen smashes it repeatedly into the side of Macario's head, her grief and rage fueling her strength and speed.
As Macario, the side of his skull caved in from the force of Lanfen's blows, crumples to the floor, Faina drops her lightsaber hilt as it will be of no use for several minutes as Jaska had disabled it with his cortosis gauntlet, darts forward to grab Jaska's lightsaber hilt. Igniting the silved hued blade, Faina blocks the strike Lanfen, having retrieved Macario's lightsaber after he fell, attempts to deliver to the back of Commander Foresi's neck to avenge her slain twin. Their lightsaber blades keen and wail as they meet, Lanfen gritting her teeth as she tries to force Faina's humming saber down to kill Foresi with it. Grunting as she takes her hilt in both hands and forces Lanfen's weapon up and then shoves the Zeltron back, Faina gives her fellow Imperial Knight no time to recover, instantly going on the offensive by sending a flurry of strikes towards her opponent.
In the hangar bay, the Imperial Knights waiting with the shuttle had sensed the deaths of their comrades, those that were a part of the conspiracy to defect from the First Order with the plans less surprised by the turn of events than those that were not. Ilario Volko, a 37 year old human male with dark hair and green eyes, had been the first to sense the struggle when it began, and had barked orders for the three Imperial Knights who were a part of the conspiracy just as he is to go and help their comrades secure the plans. His lightsaber drawn and pointed at the Shawdowtrooper squadron's medic, Ilario smiles his most charming smile as he tells Nilda and her co-pilot, who were not brought in on the conspiracy, "There's a perfectly good explanation for all of this, I assure you. We were only waiting for the right time to tell you everything, you see. . ."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2017 22:36:34 GMT -8
The blaster bolt that Xiulan blocks and successfully sends hurtling back towards Nicolina hits her square in the center of the chest and knocks her over onto her back just as she managed to rise to a knee, her armor cracking volubly but holding and saving her life. Groaning as she rolls over to try and get back on her feet, Nicolina hears the sound of a lightsaber descending from above her and, knowing she has no way to escape it, closes her eyes and prepares to learn whether or not there is an afterlife.
Scrambling forward when she hears the sound of another lightsaber crackling as it intercepts the blow she had been sure would end her life, Nicolina regains her feet and turns to see that Faina, locked in combat with the last of the traitorous Imperial Knights, had been the one to save her. Lifting her rifle to her shoulder and motioning for Grahn to begin maneuvering to the right of the combatants, Nicolina begins circling to their left, watching the fight between Faina and Lanfen closely for a clear shot at the Zeltron.
SFC Bedros Hintlian, having been caught completely off guard by Ilario's sudden and utterly unexpected betrayal, lifts his hands when the lightsaber is leveled at his neck. Hoping that he is making the right call, Bedros keeps his mouth shut so that the Imperial Knights can talk things out, though he does watch them all in case an opportunity to draw his weapon presents itself, and takes some small comfort in the fact that, for now, Ilario is outnumbered two to one by the Imperial Knight pilots who looked just as surprised as he himself felt when the schism in the Imperial Knights was revealed.
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Jul 27, 2017 6:46:40 GMT -8
Lanfen, forced on the defensive by Faina's relentless onslaught, attempts to find a way to turn the tide of the battle only to discover that the speed and combinations of her fellow Imperial Knight's attacks essentially deny her the chance to do anything save block blow after blow while being backed towards a wall. Intentionally beginning to repeat a pattern of strikes to try and lull Lanfen into a false sense of confidence, Faina watches the Zeltron for signs of automatically blocking where the pattern suggests she should so she can then deviate from the pattern to try and break through her opponent's guard. Lanfen, anticipating an overhand blow towards her left shoulder as it would come next in the repetitive sequence of strikes she erroneously believes Faina has fallen into, lifts her lightsaber to block a blow that never comes. Faina feints a strike from the expected quarter, but pivots her wrists and changes the strike at the last moment, her lightsaber humming as it cuts into Lanfen's waist when the Zeltron cannot react in time to the feint.
Lanfen's armor clattering as she falls to the floor seems strangely loud to Faina as she watches the Zeltron fall, and she is surprised to find that she feels no guilt for having slain a fellow Imperial Knight, or any resurgence of her doubts and fears as she has in the past when battles have ended. It is as though having witnessed the betrayal of the traitorous Imperial Knights, seeing how their doubts and fears led them to turn against the First Order, purged all traces of her own crisis of faith from Faina.
"The other traitors will be coming, Faina says to Commander Foresi and Grahn. Get the plans, and then we'll choose where to make our stand."
"The First Order has become a bastion of the Dark Side, Ilario says as he keeps his lightsaber trained on the Shadowtrooper and begins his plea for his fellow Imperial Knights, Nilda Maly and her co-pilot, to join the conspiracy to betray the First Order. Xeonon saw it, Ilario continues, and . . ."
"Really not interested, Konstantyn Nowak, Nilda's co-pilot, growls as he buries his lightsaber in Ilario's side. Keeping his lightsaber ignited as Ilario falls lifelessly to the floor, Konstantyn, a bearded male Nish with blonde hair and green eyes, looks over to Nilda and asks, You weren't . . ."
Shaking her head, Nilda, a Lorrdian with a mane of inky black dreadlocks tied back in a ponytail, interrupts her co-pilot in a mildly offended tone, "Not even a little. Turning towards the Shadowtrooper medic, she says, We're going to go after the other traitors. You coming?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2017 7:58:09 GMT -8
Leaning heavily against a wall after Faina drops the last of their opposition, Nicolina takes a moment to catch her breath before motioning towards Nirav's headless corpse and telling Grahn, Secure the data. Shaking her head and standing up straighter as Grahn does as she has been asked, Nicolina checks her rifle as she asks Faina, Other traitors, huh? Couldn't just be these schutta in here, could it? Muttering a curse under her breath as she remembers Bedros was at the shuttle with the other Imperial Knights, Nicolina opens her platoon's secure comm channel to try and get in contact with him.
::Got 'em,:: Grahn says, stowing Nirav's datapad and the datacard with the Knight Hammer plans in one of her hip pouches.
Relieved to have established contact with Bedros, who reported in about the Imperial Knights he is currently accompanying as they chase after the members of their group that plan to defect from the First Order, Nicolina says, Have some good news, and some not so great news. Good news is, she looks towards Faina, that you aren't the only loyal Imperial Knight in the installation. My medic is inbound with two Knights. Bad news is that there are three bad apples heading our way, ahead of the friendlies of course.
Moving to the side of the open hatch leading from the server room, Nicolina shoulders her blaster rifle and then swivels to check the corridor leading to the area. Clear, Nicolina says, adding, for now. Signaling Grahn to move into position to keep watch over the corridor outside, Nicolina tells Faina, Here is as good a place as any to dig in and wait for your buddies. Tilting her head to the side as a thought occurs to her, Nicolina asks, You can sense them, right? Warn us when they get are getting close?
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Aug 3, 2017 18:07:31 GMT -8
Accepting the news about Commander Foresi's medic and the two Imperial Knights that are not with the traitors with a nod, Faina knows that outnumbering the traitors is not a guarantee of success given how skilled the Imperial Knights among the traitors are. Furrowing her brow when Commander Foresi asks if she will be able to sense the traitorous Imperial Knights approaching their position, Faina closes her eyes to try and do so as she explains, "It depends on whether or not they are actively trying to conceal their presence, but I can try. Shaking her head when she is unable to sense the presence of the traitors, Faina says, I can sense your medic and the Knights with him, but . . ."
Faina is interrupted by the sudden sound of lightsabers cutting rapidly through the ceiling, the rear wall, and one of the side walls of the server room, the three Imperial Knights that were a part of the plan to defect with the Knight Hammer plans initiating a coordinated attack from above and from the western wall by using Force assisted speed to cut through the walls. The roughly rectangular section of the rear wall of the server room is Force pushed forward, launched violently towards Grahn as the section of the western wall is sent hurtling towards Faina, and the circular portion of the ceiling drops down behind Commander Foresi with Gavino, a male Imperial Knight with graying brown hair, perched atop it.
As Gavino nears the ground he swings his lightsaber downwards toward the barrel of Commander Foresi's rifle to disable the weapon, immediately following the attempt with an upward strike aimed at the Shadowtrooper's chest to try and cut her down.
Emerging from the western wall after it flies towards Faina, who manages to dodge it only due to the warning the Force provides her, Ginevra, a dark haired Zabrak female, bolts forward towards Faina with Force assisted speed, lunging with her lightsaber for Faina's throat. Ducking beneath the strike, Faina darts her lightsaber forward to send it towards Ginevra's waist. Ginevra dances nimbly back and to the side of the blow, swinging her lightsaber out and then back in towards Faina's side only to have the blow blocked when Faina manages to angle her blade to intercept it.
As Faina and Ginevra lock their blades and begin to struggle to gain an upper hand, Savio, the last of the traitorous Imperial Knights, a human male with blonde hair and intense green eyes that have no mercy in them, strides from the rear wall of the server room, his lighstaber humming as he holds it out to his left side and surveys the room to see if Grahn survived the large section of the wall he sent towards her or for any way he might be able to aid his fellow traitors in their battles.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 22:13:15 GMT -8
Unable to move quickly enough to avoid the section of the wall that is Force pushed towards her, Grahn grunts as it slams into her, dropping her E-11s as she is knocked off her feet and sails through the air into the corridor outside of the server room. Landing hard on her shoulder, Grahn has no time to move before the wall crashes down atop her, pinning her down. Her armor having protected her from any broken bones, Grahn struggles to lift the wall enough to move from beneath it as the sounds of the fighting begin to sound from the server room behind her.
Nicolina tries to step back and lift her DLT-19 in time to to fire at the Imperial Knight that drops from the ceiling, mentally cursing as the barrel of her blaster rifle is sliced off. Sidestepping to avoid the lightsaber strike to her chest, Nicolina brings her arms up and then swings the butt of her rifle down in towards the side of the Imperial Knight's skull to try and knock him out or, failing that, stagger him long enough for her to take another crack at his head with the butt of her rifle.
Bedros, having drawn his scout trooper blaster pistol from its holster when he set out with Nilda and Konstantyn from the hangar in pursuit of the trio of traitorous Imperial Knights, slows his pace when he hears the sounds of lightsabers in the distance ahead of them, announcing unnecessarily, ::Fek! Sounds like we're too late,:: and then breaks into a jog to try and reach the server room in time to help his fellow Shadowtroopers and Faina, who Nicolina had informed him is the last of the Imperial Knights that had first set out to retrieve the Knight Hammer plans left standing.
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Aug 5, 2017 13:08:58 GMT -8
Gavino steps back as Commander Foresi swings the remains of her ruined rifle towards him, moving quickly enough to avoid a direct hit, though the glancing blow he takes to the scalp draws blood that pours down the side of his face as he swings his lightsbaer, held on a horizontal angle out to his side, from right to left at the level of Commander Foresi's waist.
Faina, when she can see that Ginevra has put all of her weight and strength into trying to force their locked lightsaber blades away from herself and towards Faina, takes a step to the side while deactivating her lightsaber. Ginevra, momentarily off balanced by the sudden lack of resistance, tries to bring her lightsaber up into an defensive position, but Faina denies her the opportunity by reigniting her lightsaber immediately after deactivating it, and then driving the humming silver blade deep into Ginevra's side, angling the saber upward to pierce Ginevra's heart.
Savio, spotting the movement of the wall as Grahn tries to escape from under it, leaps forward while raising his lightsaber in a reversed grip, intending to jump on the wall and drive his lightsaber down into the trapped Shadowtrooper's chest. Fortunately for Grahn, Nilda, having reached the corridor approaching the server room, sends a Force push towards Savio that sends him flying back into the server room before he completes his leap.
Konstantyn, igniting his lightsaber as he and Nilda continue on towards the server room, waves a hand to lift the wall from Grahn as they pass it, his jaw tensing as he sees Savio regaining his feet and leveling his lightsaber out towards them in an unspoken challenge.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2017 7:25:28 GMT -8
Nicolina feels her heart hammering in her chest as she staggers gracelessly backwards in a panic when she sees the lightsaber coming towards her, the fact that she narrowly avoids the lightsaber making her feel briefly giddy before she, as much from instinct as from conscious tactical thought, drops her ruined blaster rifle and powers up stun gauntlets incorporated into her body glove while bobbing to her right to get at the Imperial Knight's back. As she finishes the movement to her right, Nicolina sends a right hook, her fist glowing now that the glove has been activated, towards the Imperial Knight's kidney, hoping the electric shock delivered to her opponent will be enough to stun him.
Bedros, stopping in a crouch near to where Grahn, freed from beneath the section of wall at last thanks to Konstantyn, is reaching a hand towards the wall to steady herself as she regains feet, tries to get a clear shot at either of the two remaining traitorous Imperial Knights only to find that no such shot is currently available due to the way everyone in the server room is currently positioned. Grahn, once she has gotten to her feet and has her E-11s back in hand, points at the struggle going on between Nicolina and her opponent to let Bedros know she has chosen her target, then shoulders her weapon to watch for a clear shot.
Bedros, moving to try and get a more clear shot at the Knight Konstantyn and Nilda are facing, begins advancing towards the server room while watching for an opportunity to help the loyal Imperial Knights.
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Aug 6, 2017 12:50:17 GMT -8
As Commander Foresi moves behind him, Gavino stabs backwards with his lightsaber to try and pierce her chest, and then drops to the ground when the current from her stun gloves courses through his body, convulsing briefly before becoming still.
Nilda and Konstantyn, fighting together in the coordinated fashion Imperial Knights are trained to fight, make short work of their opponent when Faina joins in the battle. Unable to block all of the strikes flying at him, Savio is killed when Nilda gets past his guard and slashes him from his right shoulder to left hip.
Breathing heavily, Faina walks to where Gavino has fallen, her lighstaber purring softly at her side. As Nilda checks on Commander Foresi, Faina looks down at Gavino and then stabs her lightsaber calmly through the back of his skull.
Grimacing at the ruin of Gavino's skull, Konstantyn asks Faina, "Why did you kill him? He was defeated, we could have interrogated him, learned if there were any other other traitors in our ranks. . ."
"He betrayed his oath, Faina says coldly, deactivating her borrowed lighstaber. He deserved to die."
"Gods, Nilda says softly, leaning back against a wall and surveying the bodies strewn about the server room. Why would they . . ."
"It doesn't matter now, Faina interrupts the Lorrdian, our mission has been completed despite their planned treachery. Let's get out of here, the Supreme Commander will want the plans we've recovered as soon as possible. Gather our dead, leave the traitors here to rot," she concludes, any doubts or fears she once felt about the First Order or her role in it having been dispelled to be replaced by an absolute certainty and utter clarity of purpose she had once believed lost to her. Moving to help carry Macario's body to their ship after retrieving her own lightsaber hilt, worn by her mother before her, from where it fell to the floor after being rendered temporarily inoperable, Faina feels as though she has been reborn, tempered by the experience she has just endured.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2017 21:52:06 GMT -8
Nicolina, having fallen over onto her side while trying to dodge the backwards stab Gavino sent towards her as she threw a punch for his kidney, curses as she sees just how close she came to dying while looking at the long, still smoking and glowing orange scratch seared into the side of her armor just beneath her arm, nearly deep enough to have reached her bodyglove. Accepting Nilda's help to get back onto her feet, Nicolina holds a hand out to try and stop Faina from killing the last surviving member of the plot to steal the Knight Hammer plans and bring them to the First Order's enemies, cursing yet again when Faina has killed Gavino before she even has the chance to speak.
Arching an eyebrow in surprise beneath her helmet when she hears the chill in Faina's voice as she replies to Konstantyn's question, which is one Nicolina herself would have asked had he not, Nicolina feels worried that Faina's outward calm only masks what she is really feeling, given how upsetting it must be to have had to fight against and kill her fellow Imperial Knights. Understanding all too well how one often has to set their own emotional responses to tragic events aside when in the field, as she knows she herself must do even though two of her troopers have been killed, Nicolina tamps down her own reaction to losing her men and nearly being killed herself as she tells Bedros and Grahn, You heard her, let's bring our people back home.
Bedros, moving to gather up Nirav 74's corpse when Nicolina and Grahn head towards Gerou's body, bends down to pick up the Khommite's decapitated head near where it fell from his helmet, standing and holding it aloft as, giving into a bit of gallows humor in an ill-advised attempt to lighten the mood, he says, ::Alas, poor Nirav . . .::
Can it, Nicolina growls as she lifts Gerou's upper torso in her arms.
::Not funny, :: Grahn, lifting the lower half of Gerou's bisected body, says angrily.
::Yeah, it really wasn't. Sorry,:: Bedros says apologetically, handing Nirav's head and helmet to Konstantyn while asking, ::You mind giving me a hand?:: Putting one of Nirav's arms around his shoulders, Bedros lifts the Khommite's body from the floor and joins everyone as they begin to make their way back to their ship.
Finding Faina after they have reached the Upsilon-class shuttle and stowed the bodies of their fallen comrades, Nicolina rests a hand on the Imperial Knight's shoulder as she asks, for once sounding sincere rather than as though she is teasing, being sarcastic or making a joke of some kind as she often does when speaking with Faina, You alright Nikulin?
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Aug 10, 2017 19:17:17 GMT -8
Having, with Nilda's help, carrier Macario's body back to the hangar bay while Konstantyn carried Nirav's severed head and helmet as asked to do by Bedros, Faina is in the shuttle's passenger compartment when Commander Foresi finds her. Reaching down to pull his cloak up to cover the ruin of Macario's caved in skull, Faina answers Commander Foresi tonelessly, "As well as can be expected. Standing up, feeling the shuttle lift off as Nilda and Konstantyn begin the journey back to the Jayanti, Faina says quietly, referring to Macario, I've known . . . I knew him almost as long as I've been an Imperial Knight. He was there when Xeonon knighted me, and we've fought together in more battles than I can remember. Looking from Macario's body and towards the cockpit, she continues in a distant tone, as though speaking mostly to herself, I don't know many of my fellow Imperial Knights well, not like I knew Xeonon and Macario. I feel . . . almost like the last of my kind. Faina laughs mirthlessly, shaking her head, I know I am not, of course. Her expression hardens, I never thought I would be fighting other Knights, never thought I would have to kill others like me. Only, she squares her shoulders, having reached what peace she can with what has happened, they weren't like me, were they? Not in the end. They forswore their vows, lost their honor."
Taking a seat heavily, suddenly feeling all the exhaustion from the fighting bearing down on her, Faina looks at Commander Foresi and says, "I'm sorry about your men. Nodding with her chin towards the marks on Commander Foresi's armor from the battle, Faina asks, Are you hurt badly? Should your medic take a look at you?"
Nilda, with Konstantyn's help, takes the shuttle out of the Installation's hangar and begins the arduous task of piloting through the perilous cluster and back to the Jayanti, both relying as much on the shuttle's instruments and sensors as on what their connections to the Force makes them aware of.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2017 22:32:41 GMT -8
Dropping into the seat across from Faina's, Nicolina shakes her head, I'm fine. Armor did its job, she says while looking down at the scorched area in the center of her breastplate where one of her own blaster bolts had been deflected right back at her, and then at the seared line in the side of her armor from a lightsaber, thankful that the Stygian-triprismatic polymer used in Shadowtrooper armor held up under the stress of the damage it sustained.
::I probably should check you out,:: Bedros, making his way over to where Faina and Nicolina are seated, says after hearing their comments, which snap him out of the stupor he had been in after reaching the shuttle, the events beginning to sink in for him now that the tension has been relieved and his adrenaline level begins to subside.
Lifting a hand and shaking her head, Nicolina says, Later. I'm fine, really. Just sore and bruised. Bedros, holding his hands up as though surrendering, goes over to Grahn, who is standing over Gerou's body, to see if she proves more willing than Nicolina to let him check her for any injuries. Reaching up to remove her helmet, Nicolina sets it down beside her and tells Faina, "You're right, those schutta you killed were nothing like you. And, she tentatively tries to inject a bit of humor into the moment to try and lighten the overall mood even though she doesn't feel particularly light herself at the moment, you aren't alone, right? You've got whatshisname and whatshername up in the cockpit. And, for what it's worth, you've got us, yeah? We may not have known you as long as Macario, but we've been through a lot together too. Laughing without much humor as she remembers joking with Faina in the past about how often they have saved one another's lives, Nicolina asks, I think you're ahead in the who has saved who contest after today, huh? Rubbing the back of her neck as she remembers how she had almost been decapitated before Faina had intervened, Nicolina says, Thanks, by the way. I thought I was a goner."
As Nicolina speaks, the Upsilon-class shuttle continues making its way through the cluster, heading back to the Jayanti . . .
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Post by Azrea Thrune on Dec 5, 2020 4:38:28 GMT -8
Bypassing the few sparse Dominion ships, which tend to loosely orbit the system, the Manticore made slowly it's way towards the Maw Installation, followed by the Ashes of Endor and the Emperor's Hand, whose rear was guarded by the Turbulent-Class Star Destroyer Fenrir. Although Azrea's fleet was designated for war, the task with which she came was less of a brutal act, but rather one of occupation.
With the Maw facility having been plundered and abbandoned for years, High Moff Torkan had tasked her as one of his most trusted advisors to reclaim the Imperial facility in the name of the Empire, which was now living on in the form of the Diarchy. Given the circumstances, the Royal Guard would have gladly ordered her Star Destroyers to blast apart the other trespassers within the system, followers of another sinister alien realm, if it wasn't for the recently agreed terms between the Solenbaran Diarchy and the Quarren Dominion.
In exchange for controll over the Maw Station, the Dominion would abstain from the station, but continiue their researches within the system... whatever these are supposed to be.
As long as the squids get sucked up by one of the many black holes within the cluster, I don't mind it. I pray to the Emperor, that they might all get sucked up!
The Surtidor-class Heavy Cruisers were already in range for the Stormtroopers to board the station after some time and Azrea focused her attention of giving out orders to the 102nd. Although forsaken, this place needed to be cleansed by whatever voidborn spawn or pirates have occupied it within the Empire's absence, before the Imperial officers and scientists could board the station to continiue on with various projects, the Diarchy wished to conduct outside of their regular territory.
Azrea had no clue what intentions Atash had either with this forlorn station. In the end though, she trusted the High Moff, that it would serve the Diarchy and thus the Galactic Empire well.
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Post by Azrea Thrune on Nov 8, 2021 5:47:42 GMT -8
After the skirmish between the Diarchy and the Sith Eternal being concluded, not much time passed until naval officers and elite troopers from all naval ships were brought upon the Maw Installation on Azrea's orders, most of the Diarchy troopers awaiting their fates on the carrier. Flanked by stormtroopers of the winning faction, the disarmed men knelt in a straight row next to eachother, unsorted and with their helmets stripped from them.
All they could see was the dark visor on the red mask - as usual.
Striding forward the former 'Overseer' of the Maw, as she was appointed by her High Moff eventually stopped before the first person, one hand holding her pike while the other was covered by the cloak. It was a naval officer in his mid-thirties, not a recognizable man, who formerly served aboard the Manticore's bridge.
"Whom do you serve?"
Her question was simple, yet cut through the silence like a sharp knife. Frightened, yet surprised the man looked up to her.
"The Solenbaran Diarchy, of course, my overseer. Why do you-"
The swift blaster shot to his head didn't even allow him to finish the question. Horrified the surrounding captives watched as the body fell simply over, while she moved over to the next one, repeating her question.
"Whom do you serve?"
This time it was a more nervous person, having served as a cadet so far. Clearly they were frightened by the response, yet knew enough bicker around the crew to possibly know how to safe themselves.
"I... I serve only the High Moff, n-not the Inquisito-"
Another shot, another life taken.
Again a body fell lifeless to the floor and the crowd began to become nervous.
"This is outraging!", one of the officers in the backrow shouted, "If you expect treason from us-"
Instead of the Royal Guard though, it was one of the Imperial Commandos, that made it easier for the Royal Guard to handle the opposition. Other shots fell, as others tried to join this short-lived rebellion, decimating the ranks even further.
Unmoved she went over to the next man, again asking the question. This time an elder officer, the captain of the Fenrir.
"Whom do you serve?"
Licking his lips nervously, the man looked up, actually more than pleading.
"I... I only serve you, Lady Thrune."
There was some brief pause, yet as the captain briefly thought that his words had saved him, his faith was rewarded with another blaster shot. Another man down, who had not understood what was asked of him.
Eventually the Royal Guard stood next to one of the men she had trained, a Shadow Trooper of the Diarchy, reminiscent of the Imperial Death Troopers in attire. The scared man didn't even look up to Azrea, knowing what she would ask.
"Whom do you serve?"
Unmoved the man gave his answer, clear and honest, yet only understandable for the Royal Guard next to him.
"I serve the Emperor... the one and only true Emperor. It is his legacy, that I wish to continiue so that the Galactic Empire may rise again, either under him or someone truely worthy of his heritage."
By now most men within the room had already given up hope already, yet to their all surprise, Azrea rather motioned a Stormtrooper to bring the man's helmet instead of shooting him. Placing the Death Trooper's dark helmet upon his head, she afterwards motioned him to rise.
"Then you shall get this chance to fight for him once more. Welcome to the true Empire."
Without acknowledging him, she moved further, this time facing a scared trooper, that had missed the neighbouring conversation completely.
"W-whatever he said, please! I have family and-"
She didn't even stop moving, as she executed him while passing by. For there was no place within her Empire's forces for those, whose hearts weren't truely alligned with the Imperial Doctrines and the legacy of the Galactic Empire.
Within two hours, Azrea had decimated 3/4rth of the naval officers, that formerly served on the Diarchy ships and half of her soldiers, most losses found upon the 103rd and 104rth Legion. Unsurprisingly her personal legion, the 102nd and the few hundred Death Corps troopers, survived the procedure with only a few losses, as they had lost more men to the ship fights in the faithful defense of the Manticore.
Leaving the deceased Diarchy men as a memorial on the station, the remaining troops returned towards the Fenrir and the two carrier ships, Emperor's Hand and Ashes of Endor. The Manticore remained within the dockyards of the installation, given that they had hardly any crew to man the Imperial II-Class Star Destroyer efficiently.
While Azrea took portions of his legions and had decimated those, that disobeyed to follow her and their new masters, the High Moff's former flagship was the only thing, that she would leave behind. Just as the Supreme Leader had wished it.
Following the Eternal Sith's fleet, the ships would eventually leave the orbit of the station, while silence befell the place.
Once again the Maw Installation was forsaken, only the corpses of the slaughtered and the security cameras being silent witnesses of what has happened here.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Dec 7, 2023 10:21:11 GMT -8
Sparks spat in a hot shower of orange embers on either side of a sealed blastdoor as surgically precise plasma-torches cut their way through the armoured bulkhead of one of the Maw Installation's many entrances. Crimson gamma-plast clad Sith Troopers operated the fusion devices, flash boiling metal into acrid vapour and filling the airlock with the scent of scorched ozone, though through the filters of their atmospherically sealed armour they smelt nothing at all. Not that is would deter them. These identical faced gene-crafted warriors were none other than members of the Dark Apothecary's Nu-Jakes, the next step in human evolution that would once day replace their unevolved progenitors and inherit a galaxy wiped clean in the cleansing fire of the Almighty Eye. Mind you, they were likely still a few centuries away from that inevitable conclusion to this era's most recent chapter. Obediently they followed the direction of the villainous warriors in black Sith iron plate that stood behind them, towering brutish champions of darkness reborn in the swirling luminous green vapours of nearby Kessel. The Spice Knights stared menacingly through the visor slits of their horned helms, those orbs motes of red hellfire that seemed to smoulder in their sockets like low burning coals in a dying camp fire under a chaotic Akkadese Maelstrom shrouded sky. Their hands rested on the the handles of sheathed blades of blessed Sith steel that hung from their hips, the grips bound tightly in tanned strips of man-hide, the scabbard crafted of rougher terentak hide that exuded a foul taint. After a length of five minutes, judging by their leaders chrono-meter, the Sith Troopers silenced their plasma torches as the blast door fell inwards and crashed to the floor with a resonating boom.
From out of the gloom of poorly lit decks, pirate marauders that had made the installation their home in the absence of a more stable force came charging forwards, firing blaster-shotguns and swinging crude vibro-weapons that shrieked in the twilight. The butts of ST-W48 blaster rifles cracked against red gammaplast shoulder pauldrons as the troopers HUDs picked targets selected by the motion detectors mounted on their amour. Searing crimson bolts expertly picked apart the alien rabble emerging from the stations depths, burning black carbon scored holes through piecemeal armour and a variety of coloured flesh. The Spice Knights chuckled amongst themselves as they entered the fray, ignorant to enemy fire that banged meaninglessly off their arcane plate, drawing sinister ensorcelled blades into the spiked gauntlets of their hands. The butchery that followed was brutal and borderline barbaric. They brained rodians with pommels, cleaved through scaled trandoshan limbs with powerful sword sweeps, and smashed jagged teeth from weequay faces with barbed tower shields. In short order the deck ran red with blood, a dark mire mixing together to warm the cold corridor in congealing pools of xeno vitae. Trained in the old way, the knightly order besieging this hidden void fortress on the edge of the abyss knew not the concept of mercy. They brought only death, leaving only carrion in the wake of their passage.
Appearing at the sawed open portal that still glowed faintly with heat was the leader of this scavenging party, though they were no true Spice Knight or gene-altered clone of the galaxy's greatest holo-actor. This figure towered even over the horned helms of the knights, layered in inch thick quadanium steel that whined with servomotor joints as it thudded heavy footed into the hall, hydraulics hissing with every thunderous step. They might as well have been a bipedal tank for how they strode unopposed and apart from the others, raising a five-barreled assault cannon in their grip that screamed deafeningly as it unleashed a cascade of bluish-white plasma rounds that didn't so much cut its enemies down as it did molecularly disassemble them. Those wrathful balls of blue vaporized whatever they struck and were so hot they caused those near to their passing to combust into blue pillars of holy flame. Sulphurous steam blew in scalding plumes from the grill slits of the mechanical monster, souring the atmosphere and filling the hall with the rank stench of brimstone. Across its forest green chest-piece was embossed a hateful orange circle of polished flame-jewel, glowing with an inner fire that dispelled the darkness with hellish light, slit down the centre with a slash of a black pupil. The mark of the Eye. Glossy green shoulder pads retracted to reveal concealed seeker missiles with blood red conical tips. A rocket shrieked from either armoured shoulder, flying down the hall to blast through the next barrier between the scavenging team and their goal.
ADVANCE. Boomed the bass heavy speakers of the holy champion of darkness. His name was Leonitus Dantioch, and He was a Son of Pzob. Born a spacer caught in the Pzobian nebula and reborn as a hannite pilgrim serving in the great City of the Eye, he had been chosen by the Famine Lord to ascend beyond the limited heights of humanity, to rise from the Dark Apothecary's cauldron as an alchemy sculpted warrior of ruin. Empowered by faith and sacred steel, he now brought the scouring flame of the Eye across the stars, cleansing them of xeno and heretic filth. Blaster bolts and slug rounds sparked off his upgraded dark trooper armour as he marched across the deck at steady even pace, the assault cannon in his powered grip transforming the corridor into a charnel house of destruction. Nothing they threw at him even slowed the hulking mechanized warrior down. His left arm shot out and caught glowing edge of a vibro-sword in his vice grip of a gauntlet, snapping the durasteel shaft in half with a gentle squeeze, then grasping the head of the holder and raising them off the deck. Their skull exploded in his metal palm, spraying bone shards and grey matter from between metallic fingers. The SE Director of Advanced Technology had done her work well. Darth Astera's improvements even put the magcoil plate of the Elite Praetorian Guard to shame.
Flanked by crimson guard, the Spice Knights surged towards the Maw Installations command centre, murdering with wanton glee as they sated their depraved hearts and cursed souls on sanguinary delights. Holy Sith iron plate was consecrated in the blood of their foe, soaking oath papers sealed with wax to their pauldrons and skirts. One last door blocked their path, heavier even than the first that had taken so long to saw through. Leonitus began to pick up speed, no longer marching but charging towards the thick barrier like a rampaging rancor. As his pneumatic powered shoulder slammed into it, he carried it off its hinges and hurled it inwards, crushing the command staff in the centre of the room. The last few bangs of blasters from the resisting pirates were short lived, till all was silent save from the crackle of flame and the crunch of bones beneath iron shod feet.
ALL GLORY TO THE EYE. Resonated Commander Dantioch's voice through the audio speakers in his helmet grill, slowly lowering to perform a benediction for the Spice Knights that stood around the commandeered ops centre with horned helmed bowed and gauntlets resting on the hilts of blades baptised in blood.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 26, 2023 6:51:51 GMT -8
Several projects were occurring simultaneously since the forces of Famine assumed control of the Maw Installation. The first and foremost of these was the construction of a new Star Pyramid, funneling resources from Ryloth, Rishi, and Geonosis to support the massive ship building effort. Chief Warlock Enginseer Skaltara Brassclaw, Vermin Lord of Clan Rustrot from the Southern Marshes of Dragusblight, was on hand to personally oversee the assembly of the city sized warship, but he was not alone. Far Squeaker Havonela, Warlord Skeer Grimspine, Shogun Chang Fang, and even the Mechanical Knightmare known as Krell were also present to add their expertise and talents to the cause. The tinker rats already had a great deal of experience with Star Pyramids, having helped construct the Hymn of Ragnos at the Nullus Beacon deep in the heart of the dust shroud known as the Cloak of the Sith, but this would be unlike any they had worked on before. Every odd manner of material and unusual extension of the Dark Apothecary's extensive sorcerous knowledge was being applied to create something quite unnatural, a mobile wound in the Force that harnessed the latent undercurrents of ethereal energy and acted as a powerful psychic transmitter capable of reaching across space and perhaps even time. Large quantities of meltmassif and nihil smokestone were incorporated at every level, harnessing the darkside shrieks of star weirds shackled to the thick armoured hull and projecting them in an eclipsing aura of malevolence that could be felt even outside of the concealing depths of the Maw. Galandin slaves strapped to torture rigs were loaded into compartments near the large engines that propelled the heavy dreadnought through space, creating a new Dark Choir capable of accessing the sublayers of intra-dimension hyperspace.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 30, 2023 7:17:18 GMT -8
A great psychic shriek of agony resonated throughout the Maw cluster, reaching out to the star systems beyond the churning blackholes of the Akkadese Maelstrom, invading the dreaming minds of children previously peacefully asleep in their beds. Those dreams took a dark turn, transforming into nightmares as the crowning touches were placed on a sinister mobile temple of deep depravity and suffering, given birth in the form of a massive black obelisk aptly named the Maw after its hungry home. The newly arrived Rishilings, galandan zealots warped by the corrupting influence of the darkside on far off Dragglerock, completed crucifying the last of the victims they had brought with them from the seat of the Dark Apothecary's power. Those final sacrifices completed a network of carefully calculated series of complex spells, fueling the malevolent mage-craft of the Dark Missionaries at work within the bowels of the newly christened stellar dread-fort, harnessing the very etheric currents that bound the galaxy together. An unmistakable aura of misery permeated the hull plates of the Freedon-class Star Pyramid, bleeding off its armoured form to poison the stars and sing a song of ruin and woe that could be heard lightyears away. There would be no concealing the presence of the Famine Lord's flagship, no hiding its presence from any with a lick of Force sensitivity. Anyone unlucky enough to share a connection to the energy field that connected all living things in the galaxy would be able to sense the dark swirling miasma of negative emotion radiating from its wicked heart like radiation from a star. Its approach would always be keenly felt.
The beast pens were full, now serving as home to a wide variety of mutant monstrosities from across the Sith Eternal empire. A special place of reverence at the heart of the menagerie was set aside for the Dark Apothecary's multi-headed battle hydra Draygore, who was joined by equally giant corrupted Arkanian dragons, dactillion, and drexls, who in turned were housed with much smaller uvaks and Ubese thorn-back war dragons that served as mounts for the Sith Knights sworn to the diabolical dread draconian's service. The Rishilings established an encampment on the same deck where their Sith war behemoths and shamunaars were penned, so that they could maintain the war-harnesses and battle platforms strapped to their backs during times of battle. Practically savage beasts themselves with hearts as black and cruel as the hannites of Pzob, the Rishilings could be seen polishing the Sith bronze scale-plate armour and sharpening Sith iron spear heads affixed to long poles of dark Pzobian oak. A colony of mutant voreclaw were kept next to their closely related silooths, whose enclosures were sprayed with a special acid resistant polymer to prevent any accidents from melting through the decks. Chrysalid rancors and terentateks were held cage by cage, seen occassionaly sparring with each other through the Sith iron bars of their cells. Krayt dragons lived with kell dragons, and doashim with lyleks and blurrgs who all came together from Ryloth. The leviathan larvae, both of sea and land, were stored cryogenically until the appropriate hour came to unleash them on unwitting populations.
All this and more could be found inside the sprawling sinister stellar society aboard the Maw, what the inhabitants had taken to calling Dragustan. The hull of the large black obelisk began to rumble and shake as its engines came alive, slowly propelling it away from the Maw installation where a token force of warlock enginseers, sullustan techwrights, and kaminoan geneticists were left behind to continue working on the Sith Eternal's special projects. Another agonizing psychic shriek tore open the dimensional barrier of realspace, ripping a red gash in reality as a hyperspace wormhole was wrenched apart, allowing the ruinous pyramid to accelerate into lightspeed and depart the region.
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Post by Dragus on Mar 5, 2024 12:20:02 GMT -8
Raw red leathery flesh was pinned open against a stainless steel surgical slab within a lower section of the Maw Installation that had been given over to the Sith Eternal's Bioweapons Division, on full display for the head researcher currently surveying the dissected corpse-leech provided by Viggo Grimborn, a private contractor the Dark Apothecary utilized to collect specimens for study. The head researcher, a Doctor Draga Su, leaned their long neck over the table until the end of their snout practically dipped into the dead creature's gooey innards. Instead, he reached forwards and plunged both of his claws into the cadavers rancid guts, preferring the tactile experience when performing hands-on research. One of the famed hommonculai of the Famine Lord, the good doctor was a creature of mixed blood, a hybrid of barabel and kaminoan DNA. Then end result was a tall slender bipedal sentient being with lean limbs and pale white scales, with a reptilian snout on the end of a long neck, featuring a spiny head-crest running the length of his scalp. The talons on his claws were no less sharp than a barabels, but far more narrow and precise, like the edge of a scalpel. From a distance he could easily be mistaken for a Kaminoan, though the thin lizard tail protruding from his backside was an obvious deviation from the norm for that species. Under the bright and nearly blinding lights of the surgical bay one could be forgiven for thinking him dressed in the same style as the cloners from far off Kamino, but upon closer inspection his attire would not stand up to that pearlescent standard, for it was the pale white of a corpse. Kaminoan corpses...
The robes hanging from Draga Su's graceful form were painstakingly stitched with sinew and woven from cloner skin agonizingly peeled from their connective tissue by sadistic umbaran flesh-sculptors that plied their trade in the lower levels of Tipico City. The resulting vanity was all the more repulsive in the ultra-violet spectrum, as the Kaminoan cloners it had been torn from had seen it before their throats were slit and their remains were ground into chum for the aquatic experiments of Hydra Station. In the dark corners of the room, the only other living occupants stood guard in their red gammaplast plate, black lensed helms fixed forwards with their ST-W48 carbines held across their chest pieces. Bred for obedience, the Nu-Jakes felt nothing in regards to the chimaera clone's heinous attire, they were too hyper-focused on their duties. Draga hummed and hawed as his claws wetly moved about the corpse leaches exposed offal, occasionally removing organs and placing them in surgical trays, or tossing meaty sausage link ropes of intestine over his shoulder. Through microscopic pours in the scales of his palms, the doctor was able to absorb the creatures DNA and analyze it like an organic super-computer, causing synapses to fire in his maniacal mind as he rapidly made sense of all that raw data. There was nothing innately contagious about the corpse-leach specimen. At its core it was a human whose DNA had been so polluted by a specific toxin, it mutated into something more primal and aggressive. There was nothing to replicate here, the toxin was the key to initiating the forced evolution.
Draga's rigidly upright figure turned towards a bank of tubes on the far wall. Bubbles rose from the bottom of the transparasteel cylinders as human bodies kept in stasis were released into the tanks, rising from the depths of a horrifying tube system that very likely contained a great deal more bodies, four of them in total to fill each of transparent containers. Manipulating controls outside the tanks, the pale doctor connected intravenous lines to each of the hibernating humans, attached to a tank containing a concentrated amount of the toxic gas from Carnelion IV. Turning a switch, he began to pump the concoction directly into the bloodstreams of each the test subjects. Then, he waited, and for some time. Over the course of the next several hours, a transformation of the flesh and minds of the human test subjects took place, as their cells were mutated and their bodies metamorphosed into bestial corpse-leaches. The amount of contamination had an effect on the speed of the flesh change. The greater the concentration, the more rapid the transformation, but it was still not fast enough for the good doctor's liking. Turning a crank, the hybrid hommonculai sent the transformed subjects further upstream for disposal, then summoned a new batch from below. This time the clone chimaera introduced a measure of the Urcinis-Helix to the toxic, the Dark Apothecary's mutagenic elixir, created through the wonders of alchemy. The super transformative properties of the elixir immediately had an effect on the toxin. When the two elements were combined, Draga intravenously pumped the new concoction into the second batch and watched as their bodies horrifically altered before his large eyes in a matter of moments.
Success. As usual, the Pater Mutatis' secret alchemical cure was the answer to any and all problems. As those specimens were sent for disposal, Draga brought the concentrated mixture over to his work lab and began to devise a means of delivering the alchemically enhanced toxin in aerosol form. The tanks were drained of suspension fluid and unconscious captives slave tithed from Kessel were dragged up from the black cells in the bowels of the Maw Installation and placed inside the tanks. When the cylinders were sealed, the crocodile clone introduced the alchemy enriched Carnelion toxin in mist form to the tank. An aqua marine hued gas rose from the bottom of the glass container, bathing the human subjects whose unconscious forms instinctively breathed it in. A wicked grin split the alien features of Draga Su as he watched the test subjects transform almost as rapidly as the last batch. While the transformation from gas exposure was not quite as rapid as the transformation from intravenous injection, it was still rapid enough to make the gas the far more practical means of delivery. The hybrid hommonculai sent the results to the warlock enginseers working in Weapons Research and Development.
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