Post by Dragus on Nov 12, 2021 12:50:47 GMT -8
I had this idea for a post but it's a little too silly to place on the boards, so I am putting it here. Even if you don't find it as funny as I do, I hope it at least makes you smile }:>
It wasn't often that all the members of the council of seven gathered together, least of all without instruction from the Supreme Leader, yet this was one of those rare few exceptions. All the council members had received a summons from the Voice of the Eternal, Darth Vullorr, perhaps the oldest member of the cult and certainly the closest to the illustrious supreme one. They sat around a large metallic circular table, spread apart with at least a dozen feet to the next Sith on their right. The Voice's seat however had been replaced by an elevated pulpit, making it clear that he was in charge of presiding over the meeting. He glared down at the six other members, exuding a powerful aura of the malevolent fey, otherwise known as the Dark Side of the Force.
"Brothers and sisters of the Sith Eternal, I have convened this meeting of the Council of Seven at the request of one of our membership. Know that I do this only because of the seriousness of the charge brought about by said member against another of our number." Cold intelligent eyes peered at each of them in turn, finally falling on the Director of Technological Advancements. "Darth Astera, as the one who requested this meeting, you may address the council first. Please proceed."
In her combined uniform of the Imperial science division and that of a mistress of the Sith, she rose from her seat. All eyes fell on her, not entirely certain what to expect. She stared balefully across the table at one member in particular. "Thank you, Darth Vullor." She said before raising a gloved hand and pointing accusingly at the member her gaze never lingered from, extending her index finger to indicate the Sith directly. "Dragus, you need to stop eating the stormtroopers."
A series of gasps rose from the other council members, mocking shock at the charge leveled at their newest member. The Dark Apothecary looked stunned, his blood red eyes going wide and his dagger filled maw open in speechlessness. He rose to his feet and thumped his powerful lizards tale upon the floor, clearly outraged by being indicted of such a claim. "How dare you! Thiz iz a falssse charge if ever I have heard one. What proof have you of thiz, hmmm? None, mossst certainly." He crossed his arms over his chest and turned his black scaled head to the side, refusing to even look at the director.
The corner of Astera's lip rose in a knowing smirk. "There have been numerous disappearances of on duty stormtroopers within the Fortress of Tawntoom, many assigned to work in areas connected to your apothecarium." Growling beneath his hooded robe of stitched together human faces, Dragus scowled and shook his head. "That is hardly proof. Perhapz there iz a Jedi on the loossse. Have you consssidered that?" Unfortunately for the black scaled barabel, the director's face contorted from a simple smirk to a full on shit-eating grin. She reached into her pocket and withdrew a remote, pointing it at a blank viewscreen that occupied one wall of the meeting chamber. She turned the screen on with a single 'click', then turned on a prepared video presentation. The screen showed imagery captured by the Fortresses' surveillance system, depicting a video clip that very clearly showed Dragus lunging at a stormtrooper outside his lab and tearing him apart with claws and teeth. "Exhibit A. Another 'click' of the remote. "Exhibit B." Another video of an unfortunate stormtrooper devoured by the Hungering One. "Exhibit C." Again and for the third time, a clip was played that without question showed the alchemist turning his insatiable appetite on a trooper performing guard duty.
Sitting back down, Dragus shifted uncomfortably in his seat, slumping his shoulders as the jig was clearly up. Reluctantly he nodded slowly, offering a shrug and poor excuse for his actions. "I mean perhapz I have eaten a few, but I asssure you all that iz old footage. Name one trooper I have eaten in the lassst month. Hmmm, you can't becausse I..." Before he could finish that last sentence, Darth Astera was reading off a list of stormtrooper designations that had been MIA in the last month. "TK-117..." "Well, okay sssure, I may have eaten TK-117." "TK-420." Dragus turned to Darth Xazatar at his right. "To be fair that trooper was clearly on sssomething. I hallucinated for hourz after eating him. We certainly don't need ssspice addictz in the rankz." "TK-698." Dragus picked at his bleeding gums with a long clawed digit. "A bit ssstringy that one, I'm ssstill picking her out of my teeth." "TK-351..." There was a loud bang as the enraged barabel slammed his fists down on the table, denting it where they had connected. "ENOUGH! I said name ONE!"
He looked around the table for support, but all he found were the scowling faces of his fellow council members, clearly unimpressed with his exhibited behaviour. The duros headmaster of the academy glared at Dragus, his disappointment with his fellow intellectual evident for all to see. "I agree with Astera, Dragus. This sort of lack of self control is completely unacceptable from a member of the council." Each of them that wasn't the accused nodded matter-of-factly, admonishing the dark apothecary for his actions.
Dragus looked around the council for support, his disbelief that none of them understood his dark addiction to man flesh plain to see. "I can't believe I am hearing thiz. Do you all feel thiz way?" To that he was greeted by a chorus of nods. Desperately he looked for a weak link, someone who might support him through this unexpected trial. He stared at Darth Garrax who couldn't seem to meet his eye. The barabel pleaded with him. "No, not you too, Garrax. I thought if anyone would underssstand it would be you, my dearessst friend." The Janissary and Fist of the Eternal stood up and pointed a scarred finger at Dragus accusingly. "You ate my apprentice!" He snarled, barely contained the rage that was building in him. Only a look of measured calm from Darth Vullorr seemed to hold him back. As for Dragus, he placed his hands on his chest and shook his head from side to side defensively. His reptilian rasp was strained as he defended himself. "That waz an accident! He tripped and fell into my mouth; that could have happened to anyone. Besidez, I ssseem to recall offering to make you a new apprentice. You sssimply need tell me the sssort of ranat-ogre you would like..." Before Dragus could finish, Garrax's hand was clenched into a claw and he exuded his incredible strength with the Force, choking the alchemist from across the table. "I DON'T WANT A RANAT-ORGE!!!"
The saurian Sith choked and coughed up flecks of blood, misting the table with vibrant crimson beads. He pointed a finger talon back at Garrax and forced a few words from his restricted throat. "You sssee? Cough! He'z...being completely...unreasssonable. How...am I to...be expected...to work...under thessse conditionz?!" There was a snap/hiss as the Voice of the Eternal ignited a furious red lightsaber blade, drawing everyone's attention. Dark sorcery seemed to shroud his form like a wicked miasma. Vullorr's wizened eyes crackled with energy. "Release him, Garrax." Though he would have much preferred to snap the twisted lizard's scaled neck, the Fist relinquished his hold on the Force and released Dragus from the Force Choke he had him in. The barabel collapsed over the table, coughing and hacking violently. Vullorr held up his ignited lightsaber for silence, waiting until the apothecary had recovered enough to hear his verdict. "Darth Dragus, Dark Apothecary of the Eternal and member of the Council of Seven. I hereby find you guilty of these crimes. You will suffer a penance for these actions and make restitution to the Order of the Sith Eternal. Do you understand?"
Slowly he nodded, not daring to meet Vullorr's powerful gaze. After a moment, Dragus stood up from his seat and bowed to his fellow council members, offering a curtsy with his robe of sutured human flesh. "I underssstand, my fellow council memberz, and I can sssee now the error of my wayz. I feel jussst terrible for what I have done. Thiz whole time I thought thatz what they were for, but I waz wrong. I hereby declare that I shall endeavour to make right my wrongz and change my wayz. On my honour az a Sssith." He placed a hand over his heart as he made the vow, doing his best to look contrite over his actions. The Voice of the Eternal deactivated his lightsaber and returned it to his hip, ceasing to channel the malevolent fey into his terrifying shrouded aura. "Thank you, Dragus. I am certain we won't have to speak about this matter ag..."
Even before the words finished coming out of his mouth, the youthful zabrak High Inquisitor Darth Hekat, jumped out of her seat and gestured towards the apothecary, shouting to draw everyone's attention. "HE'S EATING A STORMTROOPER RIGHT NOW!" Again all eyes turned to Dragus, who was halfway through consuming a white plastoid armoured leg of the stormtrooper who had been guarding the entranceway next to him. The council erupted into an orgy of violence as forks of Force Lighting and Spears of Midnight were hurled across the room at the mad alchemist, who ducked under the table.
It wasn't often that all the members of the council of seven gathered together, least of all without instruction from the Supreme Leader, yet this was one of those rare few exceptions. All the council members had received a summons from the Voice of the Eternal, Darth Vullorr, perhaps the oldest member of the cult and certainly the closest to the illustrious supreme one. They sat around a large metallic circular table, spread apart with at least a dozen feet to the next Sith on their right. The Voice's seat however had been replaced by an elevated pulpit, making it clear that he was in charge of presiding over the meeting. He glared down at the six other members, exuding a powerful aura of the malevolent fey, otherwise known as the Dark Side of the Force.
"Brothers and sisters of the Sith Eternal, I have convened this meeting of the Council of Seven at the request of one of our membership. Know that I do this only because of the seriousness of the charge brought about by said member against another of our number." Cold intelligent eyes peered at each of them in turn, finally falling on the Director of Technological Advancements. "Darth Astera, as the one who requested this meeting, you may address the council first. Please proceed."
In her combined uniform of the Imperial science division and that of a mistress of the Sith, she rose from her seat. All eyes fell on her, not entirely certain what to expect. She stared balefully across the table at one member in particular. "Thank you, Darth Vullor." She said before raising a gloved hand and pointing accusingly at the member her gaze never lingered from, extending her index finger to indicate the Sith directly. "Dragus, you need to stop eating the stormtroopers."
A series of gasps rose from the other council members, mocking shock at the charge leveled at their newest member. The Dark Apothecary looked stunned, his blood red eyes going wide and his dagger filled maw open in speechlessness. He rose to his feet and thumped his powerful lizards tale upon the floor, clearly outraged by being indicted of such a claim. "How dare you! Thiz iz a falssse charge if ever I have heard one. What proof have you of thiz, hmmm? None, mossst certainly." He crossed his arms over his chest and turned his black scaled head to the side, refusing to even look at the director.
The corner of Astera's lip rose in a knowing smirk. "There have been numerous disappearances of on duty stormtroopers within the Fortress of Tawntoom, many assigned to work in areas connected to your apothecarium." Growling beneath his hooded robe of stitched together human faces, Dragus scowled and shook his head. "That is hardly proof. Perhapz there iz a Jedi on the loossse. Have you consssidered that?" Unfortunately for the black scaled barabel, the director's face contorted from a simple smirk to a full on shit-eating grin. She reached into her pocket and withdrew a remote, pointing it at a blank viewscreen that occupied one wall of the meeting chamber. She turned the screen on with a single 'click', then turned on a prepared video presentation. The screen showed imagery captured by the Fortresses' surveillance system, depicting a video clip that very clearly showed Dragus lunging at a stormtrooper outside his lab and tearing him apart with claws and teeth. "Exhibit A. Another 'click' of the remote. "Exhibit B." Another video of an unfortunate stormtrooper devoured by the Hungering One. "Exhibit C." Again and for the third time, a clip was played that without question showed the alchemist turning his insatiable appetite on a trooper performing guard duty.
Sitting back down, Dragus shifted uncomfortably in his seat, slumping his shoulders as the jig was clearly up. Reluctantly he nodded slowly, offering a shrug and poor excuse for his actions. "I mean perhapz I have eaten a few, but I asssure you all that iz old footage. Name one trooper I have eaten in the lassst month. Hmmm, you can't becausse I..." Before he could finish that last sentence, Darth Astera was reading off a list of stormtrooper designations that had been MIA in the last month. "TK-117..." "Well, okay sssure, I may have eaten TK-117." "TK-420." Dragus turned to Darth Xazatar at his right. "To be fair that trooper was clearly on sssomething. I hallucinated for hourz after eating him. We certainly don't need ssspice addictz in the rankz." "TK-698." Dragus picked at his bleeding gums with a long clawed digit. "A bit ssstringy that one, I'm ssstill picking her out of my teeth." "TK-351..." There was a loud bang as the enraged barabel slammed his fists down on the table, denting it where they had connected. "ENOUGH! I said name ONE!"
He looked around the table for support, but all he found were the scowling faces of his fellow council members, clearly unimpressed with his exhibited behaviour. The duros headmaster of the academy glared at Dragus, his disappointment with his fellow intellectual evident for all to see. "I agree with Astera, Dragus. This sort of lack of self control is completely unacceptable from a member of the council." Each of them that wasn't the accused nodded matter-of-factly, admonishing the dark apothecary for his actions.
Dragus looked around the council for support, his disbelief that none of them understood his dark addiction to man flesh plain to see. "I can't believe I am hearing thiz. Do you all feel thiz way?" To that he was greeted by a chorus of nods. Desperately he looked for a weak link, someone who might support him through this unexpected trial. He stared at Darth Garrax who couldn't seem to meet his eye. The barabel pleaded with him. "No, not you too, Garrax. I thought if anyone would underssstand it would be you, my dearessst friend." The Janissary and Fist of the Eternal stood up and pointed a scarred finger at Dragus accusingly. "You ate my apprentice!" He snarled, barely contained the rage that was building in him. Only a look of measured calm from Darth Vullorr seemed to hold him back. As for Dragus, he placed his hands on his chest and shook his head from side to side defensively. His reptilian rasp was strained as he defended himself. "That waz an accident! He tripped and fell into my mouth; that could have happened to anyone. Besidez, I ssseem to recall offering to make you a new apprentice. You sssimply need tell me the sssort of ranat-ogre you would like..." Before Dragus could finish, Garrax's hand was clenched into a claw and he exuded his incredible strength with the Force, choking the alchemist from across the table. "I DON'T WANT A RANAT-ORGE!!!"
The saurian Sith choked and coughed up flecks of blood, misting the table with vibrant crimson beads. He pointed a finger talon back at Garrax and forced a few words from his restricted throat. "You sssee? Cough! He'z...being completely...unreasssonable. How...am I to...be expected...to work...under thessse conditionz?!" There was a snap/hiss as the Voice of the Eternal ignited a furious red lightsaber blade, drawing everyone's attention. Dark sorcery seemed to shroud his form like a wicked miasma. Vullorr's wizened eyes crackled with energy. "Release him, Garrax." Though he would have much preferred to snap the twisted lizard's scaled neck, the Fist relinquished his hold on the Force and released Dragus from the Force Choke he had him in. The barabel collapsed over the table, coughing and hacking violently. Vullorr held up his ignited lightsaber for silence, waiting until the apothecary had recovered enough to hear his verdict. "Darth Dragus, Dark Apothecary of the Eternal and member of the Council of Seven. I hereby find you guilty of these crimes. You will suffer a penance for these actions and make restitution to the Order of the Sith Eternal. Do you understand?"
Slowly he nodded, not daring to meet Vullorr's powerful gaze. After a moment, Dragus stood up from his seat and bowed to his fellow council members, offering a curtsy with his robe of sutured human flesh. "I underssstand, my fellow council memberz, and I can sssee now the error of my wayz. I feel jussst terrible for what I have done. Thiz whole time I thought thatz what they were for, but I waz wrong. I hereby declare that I shall endeavour to make right my wrongz and change my wayz. On my honour az a Sssith." He placed a hand over his heart as he made the vow, doing his best to look contrite over his actions. The Voice of the Eternal deactivated his lightsaber and returned it to his hip, ceasing to channel the malevolent fey into his terrifying shrouded aura. "Thank you, Dragus. I am certain we won't have to speak about this matter ag..."
Even before the words finished coming out of his mouth, the youthful zabrak High Inquisitor Darth Hekat, jumped out of her seat and gestured towards the apothecary, shouting to draw everyone's attention. "HE'S EATING A STORMTROOPER RIGHT NOW!" Again all eyes turned to Dragus, who was halfway through consuming a white plastoid armoured leg of the stormtrooper who had been guarding the entranceway next to him. The council erupted into an orgy of violence as forks of Force Lighting and Spears of Midnight were hurled across the room at the mad alchemist, who ducked under the table.