Dragus
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Dragus on May 18, 2024 5:38:53 GMT -8
After weaponizing the naturally occurring gas of Carnelion IV for use in the armouries of the empire, Head Researcher of the Sith Eternal's Bioweapons Division, Doctor Draga Su, had been attempting to contact the Nullus Beacon to update central command of his success. Strangely, despite his many hails there had been no response from the star fortress in the heart of the cosmic dust cloud known as the Cloak of the Sith. The doctor supposed it could be interference caused by the cloud, or possibly even by the Arkadese Maelstrom which cut the Maw Installation off from the rest of the galaxy, but something in his gut told him this was something else. He soon had his answers and an intense pressure formed inside his skull and caused the chimeric clone a horrendous degree of pain. He grabbed the sides of his head with the thin claws of his hands and bent over his desk, smashing his scaled brow repeatedly into the unforgiving surface as he sought to alleviate himself of his current suffering.
One of many hommunculai in service to the Famine Lord, Draga Su shared a special psychic connection with his creator, who was enduring the pains of labour aboard the Nullus Beacon as the star fort was in the midst of a coup launched by Fabricator General of the Forge Worlds. Essentially a shard of Dragus, Draga Su felt the original's agony across the vast distance of space that separated them, finding himself debilitated by the experience. Gleaming fangs bit into the roof and floor of the chimaeras mouth as he grit his teeth. The pain came in waves, a new one arriving with each contraction of the Dark Apothecary's womb, though the hommunculai felt it as a hammer blow to the head.
"They're coming!" He snarled, before collapsing onto the polished floor beside his personal terminal at the research station, then his whole world turned black as the agony rendered him unconscious.
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Dragus
The Sith Eternal
In front of the Empire, to all you Vader haters out there. We'll blow your planet up.
Posts: 1,406
Affiliation: Sith Eternal
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Post by Dragus on Jun 30, 2024 5:31:40 GMT -8
Raised viewport shutters granted the Head Researcher of the SE's Bioweapons Division an unobstructed view of the Akkadese Maelstrom during one of its more turbulent moments. The gravity storm churning like a boiling sea of sour yellow and rotting brown, constantly in motion as the powerful pull of the Maw gave the stellar phenomenon both life and the promise of oblivion. Draga Su reflected on this as he approached his labs, fresh from his chambers where his malevolent master visited him in his dreams, serving as a source of inspiration for the work being done at the Maw facility. Two surgical steel doors slid apart with a mechanical whoosh as the clone chimaera entered an oblong chamber occupied with several tanks of suspension fluid. Floating in one of the tanks was a crustacean like voreclaw, a semi-sentient creature that served the Dark Apothecary as foot soldiers, essentially two meter tall bipedal insects with strong constitutions and indiscriminate dietary requirements. The Kaminoan/Barabel hybrid ignored this and headed through an adjacent door into another room where a loud drone of buzzing could be heard.Ghoulish figures in heavily stained aprons over filthy lab coats appeared to be performing several different experiments on a sinister looking insect specimen stored in transparasteel cages around the room. Originally viper wasps of Yavin, these specimens were larger than the average variety, had moth like wings with frayed edges, and had stingers that wept a smoking necrosis causing venom. Each one of the creatures had been improved using the Dark Apothecary's mutagenic elixir, the Urcinis-Helix, effectively transforming them into Sithspawn. He was hardly surprised. In nearly every situation, the Dread Wyrm's transformative potion improved whatever subject it was introduced to. It made him wonder if... The bleat of a surgical drill punching holes into a voreclaw's carapace brought him back to the present moment. Draga supervised as cavities were created in the back shell of the towering insectile crabs, which then had collected viper wasp larvae inserted inside before having the holes sealed up with a fast hardening biodegradable resin.He still didn't have a good name for these latest creations yet. Spore Carriers? Viper Voreclaw? Neither felt quite right. The concept was to create a host capable of ferrying a colony of his improved wasps into battle, where they would be unleashed on his enemies to incapacitate them in ways most unpleasant. Also, he hadn't quite worked out yet how to avoid having the wasps stinging allied units. Perhaps a repellant could be applied to the Sith Troopers gammaplast plate, or some sort of hormone injector that produces a pheromone the wasps didn't care for, or maybe there was a frequency they could tune their comms to that would dispel the wasps? It was all theoretical at this point.When he had finished affirming the status of all ongoing experiments, the Sith scientist made his way across the facility to the manufacturing centre where warlock enginseers and tinker rats on loan from Clan Rustrot were working on refurbishing an old Ithorian Herdship that had been found derelict on the edge of the Ghost Nebula. Ominously, none of the crew had been found, as though the entire ship had simply been abandoned. The Fur-Boyz had taken to referring to the ship as the Ewok Sanctuary 2.0, but Draga had another name for it. He called it..."The Garden of Dragus."
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Dragus
The Sith Eternal
In front of the Empire, to all you Vader haters out there. We'll blow your planet up.
Posts: 1,406
Affiliation: Sith Eternal
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Post by Dragus on Jul 17, 2024 12:47:22 GMT -8
A pair of automatic doors swished apart with a pneumatic hiss as the Head Researcher of the SE's Biological Weapons Division, the Kaminoan/Barabel hybrid clone Draga Su, entered a dimly lit laboratory on deck thirteen of the Maw Installation. The lab was home to banks of cloning cylinders imported from Tipoca City on the clone chimaera's homeworld. Each contained a maturing specimen known as a Taungspawn. After a mining initiative on the lunar surface of Roon's only naturally formed satellite uncovered an ancient taung burial cairn, the remains of the warriors contained within were gathered up and shipped off to Draggle Rock, summer home to the diabolical Dark Apothecary of the Sith Eternal. In the bowels of Fort Ewok, the Pater Mutatis plied the talents of his trade towards resurrecting the now extinct Taung, with....mmm, questionable results. Not one to call a quits, the Great Devourer moved the project to the Maw Installation following the conquest of Kessel, to streamline production of the creatures. Draga's black predatory eyes studied the growing specimens with clinical interest. It was clear to his trained eye that the DNA samples used to create these clones had suffered some cellular degradation over the millennia, as the resulting Taung only faintly resembled the appearance of their primogenitor species.These taungspawn were larger, stronger, and more agile than their devolved ancestors. Averaging 2.2 meters in height, a fully grown specimen could take on a wookiee opponent in hand to hand combat with even odds of victory. Equipped with the latest weapons and murder machines designed by Darth Astera, these muscular hunters became even more deadly, able to take on and eliminate entire squads of armoured stormtroopers. Another reason, and likely the cause of their physical departure from their ancestral species, was the Terenta genes spliced into their DNA. This could possibly account for the high levels of aggression they displayed when activated. Currently the SE wasn't able to field more than one of these units to any conflict zone, as some sort of primal drive drove the Taungspawn to attack each other on sight. The cause of this flaw had not yet been determined, but all manner of experiments were currently being performed in an attempt to correct this obvious error, ranging from frontal lobotomies all the way to surgically implants hardwire into the specimen's brainstem and nervous system. Nothing as of yet proved effective.Upon completing his assessment of the suspended specimens, the Head Researcher move to the far side of the room where a transparisteel observation window overlooked a square shaped room illuminated from above, with a magnetic blast door on either end. Draga leaned forwards and pressed a long slender talon to a comm-button positioned at the base of the window. "Send in subject 771." His words were received by the lab technicians controlling the testing room doors, who opened the door on the north side of the room, revealing a fully matured Taungspawn specimen that strode purposefully into the testing room. The doctor nodded the small snouted head on the end of his long slender neck, approving of the specimen, then proceeded to give the next direction. "Release Kell Dragon."On the opposite end of the testing room, the other door opened to reveal the snarling maw of an adult Kell Dragon, which charged into the room atop four powerful scales legs ending in curling yellow claws that looked like they could rip apart a rancor if needed. It hissed and snapped its wide maw full of jutting triangular teeth that protruded from its mouth even when its jaws were closed. It came at Subject 771 rapidly, serving the whim of its primitive animal instincts, which determined the taungspawn to be a source of food. As it reached the cloned specimen and clamped down with its fangs using bone crunching force, its mouth snapped shut on nothing, as the resurrected Shadow Warrior leapt up into the air in an impressive acrobatic display. It rotated midair in a front flip once, then came down with both legs on the Kell Dragons back, driving the soles of its heavy feet into the beast's spine. The force of the impact caused the dragons legs to give out beneath it, slamming its belly into the deck and forcing the air out of its lungs in a loud saurian wheeze. Subject 771 then leaned forwards and cocked back its right arm, pistoning a closed fist into the top of the Kell Dragon's skull, over and over again. After a dozen blows, even Draga who was observing from outside the testing chamber had heard the tell-tale sound of the beast's cracking skull. Dazed but not dead, the dragon attempted to buck the taungspawn from its back, thrashing and slamming its bulk into the testing room walls.Reaching out, Subject 771 wrapped two large hands around a pair of large yellow spikes jutting out of the Kell Dragon's backside, then applied pressure to them. About two seconds later the spikes snapped off at the base, coming free in the taungspawns hands, which then twirled them around in its grip before thrusting either broken spike into the beast's exposed eyes. Blinded, the large reptilian shrieked in pain, shaking its head from side to side in a vain attempt to release the thorns punched through its skull sockets. Lurching forwards, the dragon attempted to buck Subject 771 one last time, only to have the genetic hybrid slam its fists down in a hammer strike. The bottom of both hands struck the cracked ends of the spikes, pushing them further into the dragon's skull, right into its brain cavity. With a convulsing groan, the beast collapsed to the deck, dead and beginning to ooze out its available orifices. Impressive. Draga Su quickly jotted down his observations on a datapad then forwards his findings to Sith Eternal command, recommending Subject 771 for field testing.
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Dragus
The Sith Eternal
In front of the Empire, to all you Vader haters out there. We'll blow your planet up.
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Post by Dragus on Oct 17, 2024 6:56:54 GMT -8
A lone Sheathipede-class transport shuttle made its way out of the Akkadese Maelstrom, its purple painted hull dented and scraped by hundred different small impacts with ice and carbonberg debris, with even its transparisteel windshield sporting a spiderweb crack across its surface. Four mandible like landing struts unfolded from beneath the ship as it entered one of the Maw Installations private hangars, otherwise empty save for a pair of turning VX sidewinder repeating blasters mounted on the ceiling, ready to mow down any malcontents with a storm of lethal blaster bolts. The transport spun a full 180 degrees after it passed through the atmospheric shield, positioning its rear towards the turbolift doors on the far hangar wall, before dropping its boarding ramp to the deck with a loud resounding clang. Clouds of pink vapour poured out of the hold, partially obscuring a squad of purplish-pink plastoid wearing Spice Troopers as they took up defensive positions around the ramp. Last off was a pale skinned woman in carbon scored flak vest over tight combat fatigues, who had a lit death stick hanging from the corner of her lip and an Imperial Heavy Repeater slung over her back, cutting the roguish image of an Outer Rim mercenary. She was leading a repulsor sled slaved to her movements, hovering at waist height behind her as she strode down the ramp, taking her first steps on the SE black site since her harrowing adventure through the Maw Cluster. She was completely out of ammo and the tactical vibro-knife sheathed on her boot was coated in a variety of different aliens blood. There were horrors to be found in the Maelstrom, horrors that no man should face. Fortunately Piper wasn't a man. That said, she wasn't even entirely sure she was a woman either. So much of her DNA had been a product of design, rather than natures intent. Snorting, she hacked a wad of phlegm onto the hangar floor before leading the repulsor sled into the turbolift, selecting the button for the hot labs in the basement where the Doctor like to make his lair.The doors opened with a pneumatic hiss upon reaching the lowest level of the facility, allowing Piper and her cargo to disembark and travel another few hundred feet down the hall until she arrived at arranged meeting place. She had contacted Doctor Draga Su, the chimeric Kaminoan/Barabel clone and haemonculai of the Dark Apothecary, while on route to the station. It was by the doctor's own instruction that she meet him down here, far from the eyes of others. Hearing the scamper of clawed paws on the deck behind her, the agent of Famine spun, simultaneously drawing into her hand the E-5 blaster rifle she wore on her hip as a sidearm. There was nothing there. Nothing visible at least. She scowled, then returned her weapon to its holster before pounding a gloved fist on the door to Draga Su' lab. Probably ranats. The whole Sith Eternal Empire seemed to be infested with them these days. A few Sith had even made a token effort to reduce their numbers, but ultimately that was a losing battle. They bred faster than anyone could exterminate them. After a few seconds a chime sounded as the lab door unlocked and opened, sliding across into a hidden compartment in the wall. Piper entered what appeared to be a reasonably sterile surgical setup where the haemonculai in question appeared to have his claws deep in the chest of some strange alien cadaver."Draga." Growled Piper as she made herself comfortable by sitting on the corner of a laboratory desk behind where the Doctor was working, where she removed the death stick from her mouth that by now was little more than a nub, and ashed the cherry out on the table. "It wasn't easy, but I found that device you wanted. I hope it was worth it. I lost half the Spicers you sent with me securing this from those...things." She shuddered, still somewhat haunted by those very recent memories. Still, eldritch horrors or not, she was of the Eye and would not be found wanting.Lifting his snout from the opened chest of the Terenta he was performing an autopsy on, the chimeric clone offered the black clad woman a fang filled smile, extracting his scalpel tipped claws from the creatures organs. The Doctor wiped his palms clean on a dirty rag before appearing to glide across to Piper, stepping past her to lean over the repulsor sled, examing the contents laying on top of it."This is it." The scaled haemonculai acknowledged with a bob on the tiny saurian head attached to the end of his long neck. "Well done. The loss of personnel is inconsequential. We can always create more Spicers, but a Gree solar sail, those are far harder to reproduce." Looking up, the Doctor narrowed his brow as he questioned Piper. "What about the rest of the ruins?"She shrugged. "Destroyed. The things that owned that sail weren't too eager to be parted from it. We had to blast our way out of there and the whole place collapsed in on itself. We barely made it out of there in one piece.""Disappointing." Replied the Head of the SE's Biological Weapons Division with a scowl, which faded almost as fast as the chimaera offered a dismissive wave of one claw. "But unimportant. The sail will suffice for the Dark Apothecary's needs." Retrieving his data-pad, the Sith clone tapped a talon across its surface, then turned the screen around to show Piper he'd transferred the agreed upon amount of credits into her personal account. "That will be all."Somewhat indifferent herself, Piper left the scheming saurian to his gruesome work, leaving the lab behind as she took the hall back towards the lift. There ought to be a C-9979 landing craft waiting in the upper hangar to take her to Koong Island on thrice cursed Roon, an auspicious site in the middle of the Roon Sea that sailors and Roonstone seekers had taken to calling Isla Draga. It meant, Island of Dragons.
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Dragus
The Sith Eternal
In front of the Empire, to all you Vader haters out there. We'll blow your planet up.
Posts: 1,406
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Post by Dragus on Nov 7, 2024 7:57:59 GMT -8
Hangar klaxons groaned and flashed streaks of luminous brilliance as the tinker rats of Clan Rustrot escorted a large multi-environment tracked transport (M-ETT), recently recovered from the Dune Sea after it was found half buried by sand in the desert, then transported to the Maw Installation for refurbishment. Old durasteel hull panels were pulled off by a hulking ranat-ogres with two sets of muscular arms, then discarded in a pile occupying one corner of the maintenance bay, to later be collected and smelted back down for basic materials. Next, several of the internal Czerka gizmos were pulled out and replaced with aftermarket parts, given that the vehicle in question hadn't been produced on their assembly lines in a few hundred years. These more modern components were coated in a layer of ostrine to prevent overheating, then hidden away behind duranium armour panels used to replaced the former hull and provide further heat resistance. A purple spice derived paint was applied to the exterior to give the entire vehicle a uniform hue. Even the wraid hide tarps used to provide shade for the upper deck were torn out and replaced with awning of purple drexl scale to match the rest of the hull.
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