Darth Xitan
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Darth Xitan on Jan 23, 2022 21:02:53 GMT -8
The Outer Ring has the ability to be a docking area for ships as large as Star Destroyers and has the facilities to maintain, repair, and build up to ten vessels the size of Star Destroyers. Many hangar bays dot this ring for both squadrons in the officiated military of the Sith Eternal and its Imperial splinter faction, the Greater Roon and personal vessels ranging from starfighters to transports and yachts. There are a select number of bays reserved for the ranked and privileged where none but approved crews and security are allowed to venture into.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Jan 24, 2022 13:58:53 GMT -8
Warning klaxons sounded in the portion of the Outer Ring where the Imperial II-class Star Destroyer, Covenant of Blood, was currently docked. A large docking arm hermetically sealed to the hull of the warship began to flood with breathable air as the life support systems powered on and the station prepared to receive a boarding party. Once the long hall inside the arm was readied for new arrivals, the blast shielded hydraulic hatch began to creak open, mixing the internal atmosphere of the ship with that of that station. Inch by inch the doors slid apart until they locked open leaving a portal twenty meters wide and tall. Where the interior of the docking arm was well lit, no visible light could be seen coming from within the vessel, just darkness. The alarms echoing over the PA system went quiet and for a short time there was naught but silence in the tube. Then, as if on cue, a twisted melody could be heard coming from deep inside the ship, gradually growing in pitch as whatever was making the tune got that much closer. Finally emerging from within the pitch black interior, a bipedal form could be seen, striding onto the station while playing a ruby red meltmassif flute. Talon tipped toes tapped terrifically on the deck, while a long black scaled tail capped with a glinting length of serrated iron swayed from side to side, connected to a barabel with eyes the colour of blood.♪♫♪ ♪♫♪ ♪♪ ♪♫♪ ♪♫♪ ♪♪ ♫♪♫ ♪♪ ♪ Flies buzzed around the saurian and acted as a chorus to the wicked tune, drawn to a cloak of human skin the dastardly draconian wore, made up almost entirely of the stitched together faces of those that had displeased him. The song ended as the dark apothecary of the Eternal boarded the station, removing the musical instrument from his lips to reveal rows of razor sharp incisors glistening wet with hot salivation in his open maw. Rancid steam wisped through nostril slits and the rank stench of rotting meat filled the hall. He returned the flute to the folds of his human hide attire and ran a forked tongue over his scaled lips, sopping up a mixture of drool and blood that seeped down his chin and soiled the front of his garment. The moment the tune ended, another sound could be heard coming from within the black depths of the ship, getting louder by the second. Whereas the flute had been melodious, this sounded more like the scampering of a thousand feet. Casting his arms out to the side, the reprehensible reptilian raised his palms to the ceiling and waited, knowing exactly what was about to happen. From within the ship, a tide of meter tall vermin scurried out into the docking arm, like an endless swarm of greasy parasite ridden rodents. There were thousands upon thousands of them, to the point where the black scaled barabel disappeared from sight and was completely overwhelmed by the horde of vermin flesh. A hundred thousand ranats from a myriad of clans and occupations raced into the Nullus Beacon like a plague, unleashed by the end of the fell tune from the former Famine Lord's flute. As the vast numbers began to dwindle, once more could the saurian Sith be seen, emerging from the flood of rat flesh to stand upon the deck.A litter crafted of bone and sinew was carried into the docking arm from the ship, held aloft by four towering mutant ranat-ogres, which lowered the makeshift palanquin to the ground. Atop the otherwise flat surface was an animate piece of furniture, a seat sculpted for a Sith of discerning tastes. Two blue skin twi'leks, twin sisters for the identical features they shared, were chained to the raised platform. Now this is where it gets interesting. Their bodies were painfully contorted backwards, their spines forces into this position as their head-tails were quite literally sutured to the soles of their naked feet. They knelt facing one another, unable to look away as the lids of their eyes had been removed, forcing them to stare at one another in abstract horror. Their arms were raised and joined, though it was impossible to know where one started and the other ended, as their hands had been removed and the residual stumps had been fused together through some terrible alchemical means. Rusted iron gags were surgically bound over their mouths, preventing them from screaming in agony, their muffled cries barely audible over the perpetual buzz of bot flies that circled the Great Devourer.Dragus lowered himself to sit in the crux formed by the twi'leks fused arms, his blade capped tail resting casually over the back of the living throne. Once seated, the ranat-ogre's raised the litter until the dishonorable draconian rose above the rabble below. More ranats, less dense in number than the initial swarm, continued to scamper and scurry out of the ship, though these ones were carrying supplies and equipment that looked related to the mad alchemists experiments. Hissing, the Hungering One doused those beneath him with a crimson mist as blood flecks sprayed from his scaled lips. "Careful with thossse vialz of rakghoul contagion. We don't need another outbreak." He lounged in his squirming seat, looking over his back as a new scent caught his attention. Pale skinned Sith cultists swinging braziers of potent incense exited the ship next, forming two rows on either side of the hall. Between them, black scaled monsters of scale and claw were goaded forth with electric shock prods, creatures that shared much in the way of physical traits with the saurian atop the palanquin of bone. These were the Children of Dragus, a hungry horde of feral barabels that had been driven mad by the corrupting influence of the darkside. Warped from the time they were an egg, the savage reptilians had an endless appetite to match that of their mother, minus the mental faculties to be considered truly sentient. The narcotic fumes from the braziers was currently keeping them sedated while they were being moved, possibly the only thing preventing them from tearing the cultists apart in a blood orgy of razor sharp teeth and claws.Last off was a small army of ewoks, varying in size and fur colour, though all sharing a similar genetic quality as they had been bred for several generations in the Great Devourer's ewok sanctuary. Like the ranats before them, many carried supplies and equipment, though more commonly they carried items related to the perverse desires of the dark apothecary. Many were current members of his harem, ewoks hand selected to serve the dark whims of the lecherous lizard lord. Some wore bells that jingle jangled as they waddled and danced, forming a parade for their master's amusement. Dragus' forked tongue flicked out from between rows of curved incisors, savouring the sweet aroma of his fury flock, pleased by their presence. The ewok shepherd thumped his powerful tail on the back of the litter, signalling to the ranat-ogres carrying it aloft that they could proceed forwards. They carried their master into the station, following the putrid droppings left in the vermintides wake.When the Hungering One had first heard about the Supreme Leader's completion of the Nullus Beacon, he knew he had to be one of the first to board the battle fortress with the forces under his command, if only to lay claim to portions of the station before other members of the Council of Seven arrived to do the same. He had made all due haste, but acknowledged it was possible some of the others might have beat him here. Regardless, the lower levels where it was dank and dark would be his, as would the waste management systems. While the smell might discourage others from setting up residency in such places, it was no barrier for the mad alchemist and his horrific horde of mutants and beasts. If anything it would make them all the more comfortable. He looked forward to lounging in a warm bath of fresh filth, unfiltered and still festering.Automated systems built into the facility sent a small army of custodial droids in the wake of the horde, though they struggled to keep up with the sheer number of greasy brown streaks and pungent yellow puddles that were left behind it. Some areas deemed it easier to activate the fire suppression systems to douse the decks with foam and water, then squeegee up the liquid sewage.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Mar 4, 2022 8:24:27 GMT -8
Location: Cloak of the Sith - Nullus Beacon Dockyards Activity at the Sith Eternal's dockyards increased as orders came in for the construction of a new Abrion Sector defense fleet, known amongst the cult as the Immortalis Command, a flotilla of powerful heavy destroyer type vessels numbering three, symbolic of the three emperors the organization venerated with religious fervor. Human engineers and shipwrights from Roon began to lay the ground work for the building project, drawing up the appropriate plans for each vessel and allocating funds and resources towards the assembly of each.
Within the dust storm that obscured the battle fortress from the known galaxy, teams of space troopers supervised the collection of natural materials from the cloud, harvesting minerals and fine metals from the numerous asteroids and meteorites that called the Cloak home. Hordes of ranats in specially designed space suits worked away with pneumatic drills and plasma torches, filling the holds of shuttles that continuously traveled back and forth between the field and the refinery section of the station that was processing the materials into usable building supplies. Hull plates were gathered and stacked, while the more technical components were assembled elsewhere within the facility, gnarled paws working themselves to bloody nubs.
The centerpiece of the new fleet was a pyramid shaped construct known as the 'Hymn of Ragnos', a venerable mobile fortress capable of unleashing a large amount of weapons and troops. Vullor and Garrax both were in contact providing various specifications as the ship would primarily be theirs to command at the behest of the Supreme Leader. It was joined by two large wedge shaped vessels, the 'Terentatek' and the 'Imperious', who while technically were of the same ship design, were beginning to take drastically different forms as they underwent construction. Everything about the Imperious spoke of Imperial strength, from the gleam of its shining hull to the pristine quality of its turbolaser batteries and seamless near flawless engineering. Imperial engineers and tech specialists from the Fortess of Tawntoom were on hand overseeing every building aspect. The Terentatek, however, was scoured by a swarm of beady eyed vermin in poor fitting vacuum suits, piecing together the battlecruiser in a chaotic almost random way, occasionally sealing their fellow workers behind bulkheads where they wouldn't likely be found until the next scheduled maintenance. Its hull plates were preemptively scored black and fitted with long durasteel spikes spot welded to their surface.
In her combination uniform of an Imperial science officer and Sith mistress, Darth Astera stood watch over the shipbuilding efforts. Despite her close connection to the dark apothecary given their past joint efforts, she refused to stand aside while his forces were being used to facilitate the construction of the new fleet.
She wouldn't let them mess it up.
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Post by Dragus on Mar 12, 2022 7:19:58 GMT -8
Scores of ranats teemed over the forming Terentatek, installing vital systems while completing the overall formation of the ship's superstructure. Strangely, in sections where there hull had been completed, space-born parasites seemed to flock, drawn from the dust cloud surrounding the Nullus Beacon. Space barnacles began to coat the surface like a layer of second skin, adhering themselves to the thick metallic plates. Barrel chested ranat-ogres in tight fitting vacuum suits blasted the creatures away with plasma torches and low-yield blaster cannons, carbon scoring the hull and clearing areas where vast banks of turbolaser turrets were being placed. A forest of spikes seemed to rise across exterior surface as durasteel stakes were welded in place.
Nearby but practically indistinguishable from the Terentatek, the Imperious was undergoing a very different treatment. Space troopers of several varieties worked under the supervision of qualified Imperial shipwrights, following the blueprints to the letter as though they were a divine text. Whatever fell call summoned the silicon based mollusks, this heavy destroyer was not similarly afflicted. Surprisingly to Darth Astera who was overseeing the building efforts, both vessels were meetings their deadlines, even if they were undergoing very different methods of construction. Despite the fact that these 'sister' vessels were far from mirror images of one another, the potency of their weapons and power they projected was practically even.
Finally the Hymn of Ragnos, centerpiece of the Immortalis Command as well as pride and joy of the Supreme Leader, was taking form. Because of its unique design and greater size, completion of this final ship would take somewhat longer.
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Post by Dragus on Apr 23, 2022 6:05:10 GMT -8
The day had finally come when the fleet had been completed and the crew of the Terentatek was ready to take the horrid amalgamation of metal and dark science out on its maiden voyage. This would be no pleasure stroll through the cosmos, however, but a blooding. Hot, furious, and with all the violence and depravity associated with the cabal of the dreaded He-Who-Hungers. Plans were in motion to visit the Hungering One's cruel sense of justice upon an unwitting galaxy, to unleash the raw unfathomable depths of hatred only a true son of the Almighty Eye possessed. Woe be to those that stood in the way of the Great Devourer, for his appetite for sin and debauchery was a vice unrivaled.
A sour wind swept up the billowing folds of the dark apothecary's man-flesh robe as he stood before the boarding gate. A curved toe talon tapped with increasing impatience as the black scaled barabel waited for the most wretched of his host to board the fearsome Tagge battlecruiser. Nightmares given scaly and scabrous form creeped on claws and slithered across the deck, leaving a greasy layer of slime and all manner of foulness in their wake. Parasite infested rat-men with protruding tumours and weeping sores scurried into the unlit corridors of the new war machine, some dragging bubbling cauldrons of the mad alchemist's eccentric mixtures, others leading chained monstrosities that were once perhaps sentient but now had been driven mad with the corruption of their mind and flesh. Cobra-headed ssither hissed poison from overlong fangs, while a carapace armoured squad of four armed bormterrans that made up Dragus' new personal guard strode across the docking platform carrying tall serrated edged vibro-glaives. Mutants, sithspawned monsters, and all manner of bestial races comprised the horde, with not a single stormtrooper in sight. Word had spread of the Hungering One's unwholesome appetite and thus the Sith Eternal's loyal host of white armoured troopers avoided the forces under the devilish draconian as though they were besought with plague. Though to be fair, some were. The boarding was moving smoothly, or at least as much as such a term could be attributed to the chaotic mess that was the dark apothecary's cabal.
Following the putrid trail was a sight at odds with the xenos host. A human female radiating cold both in spirit and in demeanor marched over the layer of putrescence coating the deck, clad in knee high boots and garbed in the uniform of the Imperial science division, over which a wrap of the darkest shadow silk trailed from her hooded head down to her thigh. Darth Astera's icy blue eyes looked on all she saw with disgust, but not fear, never fear. She wore the darkside like it was just another layer of clothing, her corruption being less physical and more spiritual in nature. The director of advanced technologies stopped her trod a few feet from Dragus' scaly form, her frigidness felt keenly by her fellow Council of Seven member. Always delighted to be in the presence of a peer, the barabel lowered his snout in respectful deference before raising it, spreading wide his lips to reveal a mouth full of yellow daggers and bleeding black gums. "Assstera, darling, what a pleasssure. Come to ssse uz off then?" Hissed the serpentine lord, his forked tongue flicking flecks of crimson in the space between them.
The director's scowl was deep and unmistakable. She projected her displeasure into the aether in such a way that there would be no room for misinterpretation. When she spoke, it was like ice water smashing against a shore, painful and piercing. "Not at all. Dragus, what are you doing? I have received no word of fleet movements, nor have my engineers been given leave to inspect this battlecruiser yet. You must cease your actions at once." Her aura pulsated with the authority of her station, yet it slid off the wicked miasma that radiated from the Hungering One's core like the dripping sludge at his feet. Dragus nodded his scaled head once before wagging his index claw before Astera's icily beautiful features. "Oh I am terribly sssorry for the lack of notice, my dear, but the skeinz of fate connected to my hossst tug and ripple with need. During one of my deeper meditationz I was afflicted with a visssion, a wondrouz sssight that only an artissst of flesh sssuch az myssself can sssee to fruition. Sssadly, time iz of the esssence. We can not delay." Staring cold venom at Dragus, Astera practically snarled as she jabbed a gloved finger into the barabel's hard flesh swathed chest. Few would dare to come within reach of the drake's poison tipped tail spike, but the director was more comfortable with the scaled lord than most. She put him in his place. "You mean you had one of your drug induced hallucinations again. That does not give your permission to do as you wish. The Supreme Leader would not approve of this."
She was right of course. There had been an...indulgence, shall we say, of potent spice and toxic wine by the black scaled fiend prior to receiving said vision. However, he was still convinced this potent was sent to him from the dark currents of the malevolent fey, not as the result of some drug addled mental conjuration by his subconscious. Well, mostly certain anyways.
Dragus gently pinched the director's stabbing finger between his index claw and thumb, guiding it away from his chest before his appetite got the better of him. Grinning wide with madness, he hissed softly to his peer, while projecting a bit of his mental rot for her to witness if she was willing to look into his envenomed aura. She was not, and so he responded with all the tact he could muster. "Assstera, my preciouz sssnow rossse, I underssstand your reservationz and agree. The Sssupreme One would not approve, but He will, once He seez the resultz of the great work I persssecute. We go to ssspread Hiz glory, to share Hiz visssion for the galaxy, to make Hiz will manifessst. Everything I do, it iz for Him." His words, however, did not have the desired effect he sought. Astera crossed her arms and increased the fury of her baleful gaze before stating coldly. "Don't go anywhere. I'm getting Vullor and Garrax." She then turned in perfect military synchronization and marched off to gather other members of the council.
Dragus stood silently and watched her go, until she vanished into the depths of the star fortress and was stricken from his thermal sight. He then declined his snout to look at the ranat perched beside him on its hind legs. "We bessst be off Squeakerz before she returnz. Ssscurry-hurry now." And with much haste and perhaps a mild degree of cowardice, the dark apothecary and his horde boarded the Terentatek. Some safety protocols were overlooked for the sake of expediency, and the Tagge battlecruiser departed the Nullus Beacon and headed out into the dust obscured depths of the Cloak of the Sith. By the time Vullor and Garrax arrived, led by an enraged Astera, the ship and all the monsters it carried were long gone.
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Darth Xitan
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Darth Xitan on May 28, 2022 23:58:50 GMT -8
Dragus The Voice of the Eternal, Lord Vullorr, gazed at the immense floating pyramid that lurked just beyond Nullus Beacon. The Hymn of Ragnos was a fine ship that the Supreme Leader would hope prove its worth soon. The Sith Eternal had found its blueprints among a databank in the Sith Worlds, namely on Korriban and Dromund Kaas, indicating that their intelligence was right of a Sith power operating there recently. Although none of its followers remained, there was a treasure trove of knowledge and technology left behind.
The Freedon-class Star Pyramid was a rather interesting piece of technology to dissect by their researchers and shipbuilders. It's role was not that of dreadnought, but, instead, to serve as a 'city-ship' as labeled by the original Sith designers. It's vast and intricate network of tunnels, rooms, and junctures served as a means to both transport troops and to even be a floating academy. It was said to carry ten thousand soldiers alongside a necessary complement of Sith warriors. Given it's potential, the Supreme Leader desired to have one built and prepared for usage. And thus, the Hymn of Ragnos came into being.
However, Vullorr was rather busy given the recent events of the Sith Eternal. New changes in the political fabric of the galaxy needed his attention more than ever, so one of its inaugural voyages was given to two other individuals; his colleague, Lord Dragus, and the Sith Acolyte, Darth Xitan. From where he stood, high above the shipwrights, his eyes could see the two below, making their way to a shuttle.======================= Xitan was a little confused as to why Dragus wanted him to join on this voyage of the Star Pyramid. Surely, the Sith Lord had more capable subordinates to serve him. There were be a crew of perhaps a hundred capable Sith, alongside their warriors and soldiers. So far, the acolyte wasn't truly aware of their destination or destinations, but he had a suspicion that the Star Pyramid would be used for both military and diplomatic targets. His mask glanced at the Saurian Sith for a moment.Have you been on the Hymn of Ragnos before, Lord Dragus?Xitan inquires, curious about this strange ship.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on May 29, 2022 9:56:27 GMT -8
Folds of light obscuring shadow silk billowed around the black scaled barabel as he turned to face Xitan, the unnatural currents caused by running repulsor engines blew a draft throughout the Outer Ring. Two clawed hands reached up and pulled back the hood that had been covering the draconian's scaly scalp, revealing his bloody predatory orbs and toothy snout, which was already twisted up at the corners to display a saw toothed grin. Lowering his claws, Dragus intertwined his finger talons and shook his snout from side to side. "No." Rasped the reptilian, his forked tongue flicking out of his incisor filled maw after the singular spoken word and misting the air with crimson flecks from his bleeding gums. He shrugged his broad shoulders as his overlong tail swayed behind him, the serrated length of steel capping the fifth appendage glinting as the face side of the blade refracted the deck lighting. "It'z lack of offensssive capability doesssn't appeal to me, but it can't be helped. We'll need the extra ssspace."
When Vullor had first thrust the responsibility of this task onto Dragus, the dark apothecary was initially less than pleased. He had several experiments he was currently working on, two of which were reaching critical points that would require his oversight. He didn't have time to run errands for the Order. However, when the Voice of the Eternal had explained what said task entailed, the scheming saurian saw potential and reluctantly agreed to take on the burden.
Slipping a claw into his robe pocket, he withdrew the hand and turned it over to display the smooth silvered disc of a holo-puck, which he powered on by holding his thumb over the activation stud. A three-dimensional rendering of light erupted from the disc and projected a representation of the planet Ryloth. Foul steam wisped from the drake's nostril slits, distorting the image slightly as the Hungering One seemed to stare through it at Xitan on the other side. His jaws parted slightly, allowing the rancid aroma of his dagger filled maw to escape with every hot exhalation of sour breath.
"We've been entrusssted with collecting a red tithe." He hissed hungrily, sucking back the salivation dripping form his yellow fangs before it could form into the gooey ropes that would run down his chin. "A harvessst..." He explained. "...of meat and soulz. The Sssupreme One, in hiz/her infinite wisssdom, haz decreed that all available effort iz to be made in extracting the cortosiz ore buried beneath Roon'z sssurface. Unfortunately, our ssslave force iz expiring fassster that we can tear it from the ground. Troublesssome, essspecially ssseeing az there seemz to be no logical explanation for it. I took precautionz to sssee that the labour force had sussstenance available to them whenever needed. All expired slavez have been reprocesssed into nutrient barz for the minerz. Though perhapz I should have refrained from sharing that fact with the slavez." He tapped at his chin ponderously. "It seemz to have had a negative effect on their appetite."
Scurrying behind the talkative terrorsaur, several ranats carried expensive looking scientific equipment aboard the waiting shuttle. The last among the verminous assistants struggled with a large bag full of clinking glassware. A spherical trasparent globule rolled out of the top of the bag and fell towards the deck. At the very last moment before it struck, the saurian Sith's long tail swept out and intercepted the orb, bouncing it up into the air where he snatched it in his left claw. Green liquid bubbled within the container, looking both equally caustic and toxic at once. Dragus glared at the nervous rodent that trembled as he approached it with the glass grenade.
"Careful now. We're not all wearing maskz." He jerked a clawed thumb over his shoulder, indicating Xitan who as usual, had his face hidden away behind his helmet. Dragus held the globule up and narrowed his scaly brow, examining the contents. "A breath full of thiz iz sssure to liquify your lungz. Or iz thiz the one that turnz a personz ssskin inssside out?" After a moment he shrugged and brought his index talon against the glass, scratching a shallow furrow in its surface in the shape of a question mark. He then placed the globule back in the bag before sealing the top, then slapped his tail on the ground with a heavy thump. The ranat nearly jumped out of its fur and scurried into the shuttle to finish loading up Dragus' equipment.
As he turned back to Xitan, the barabel was chuckling wickedly. "I find sssolving thessse little mysteriez to be half the fun. Siss Siss Siss!" His saurian speech impediment was thickest when the Hungering One was amused. "Ssspeaking of which, you're probably wondering why I requesssted your servicez for thiz misssion. Hmmm?"
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Darth Xitan
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Post by Darth Xitan on May 29, 2022 10:59:56 GMT -8
Another red tithe... it seemed the Sith Eternal was running low of slaves pretty quickly. This could easily be resolved if they hired droids, but that would require an army of maintenance workers and technicians of course. Better to just have the one army of slaves doing the work and not need some sort of supporting force to keep them alive. The Sith Eternal, and their Imperial allies, saw the benefits of a slave economy, ensuring that even the lesser persons of their nation had a role to play. It was also a good way of dealing with traitors, prisoners, and criminals. The relative lawlessness of this southern side of the Outer Rim there was plenty of all three to extract.
Ryloth had been a regular target for the Imperials, given the history of the planet's people. Twi'leks were good works with the right oppression upon their necks and shoulders. They weren't like Wookiees and Trandoshans, who tended to bite back. These humanoids knew their place in the galaxy and it served them well to remember such. Of course, the potential rose from among the rats and, now, there was a presence of worthy and Force sensitive members of the race within the Sith Eternal's ranks. One cannot forget the names of Darth Talon of the One Sith, Alema Rar of the Lumiya Sith, and Kopecz of the Brotherhood of Darkness. There were always betters that rose above the rabble.
We can also extract a good helping of Ryll for ourselves. Use it for black market sales among our various contracts in the criminal underworld.
Xitan mentions as he recalls what he knew of Ryloth. Ryll was a weaker drug, but put together with stuff such as Spice, and putting two together created stronger forms of various addictions. Good way to raise credits for their war machine and revenues after all. The Sith then glanced at Dragus as he mentioned some sort of globule. Of course this apothecary carried something vile and completely lethal... Xitan wondered how the other Six tolerated the Saurian.
His thoughts changed though when Dragus asked if Xitan was wondering about why he had been requested.
I doubt it involves me keeping quiet about that experiment that went rogue.
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Post by Dragus on May 30, 2022 6:24:23 GMT -8
"Indeed." Hissed the saurian, tapping his index talon against one of his razor sharp pleurodonts as he recalled that whole sordid affair. In truth he had almost forgotten about all that, such was the nature of his work. He was stretched to his limits with all the projects he was overseeing. An unfortunate but common happenstance since he had parted ways with his former student Belisarius. It had been next to impossible to find someone capable of picking up the slack. "Though I do appreciate your dissscretion. Loossse lipz sssink ssstar destroyerz, or ssso the expresssion goez."
Removing the talon from his tooth, he crossed his arms behind his back and held his wrists by the claws, keeping them there as he looked towards the wide expanse of the hangar at the energized wall guarding against the naked void beyond. Deadly and always animate, his long tail swayed back and forth behind him, the blade fixed to the end glistening in its poison coating.
"I require an accomplice that'z not afraid to get their robez bloody. Thingz have a way of becoming..." Releasing his wrists, he brought his claws around front and intertwined his talons, then pulled them apart for symbolic effect. "...untethered, when I'm involved. An unavoidable consssequence of geniuz, I asssure you. There iz sssimply not enough of me to go around to manage every sssingle sssituation that arisez. Additionally, dessspite my thorough preparationz, the portentz for thiz misssion are unfavourable." He stroked the bottom of his snout and closed his scaly lids, as though concentrating on something unseen. "While I lack my brother Havok'z affinity for reading the skeinz of fate, I can ssstill sssee sssome signz quite clearly. Thingz are going to get violent, az they usssually do, and I need sssomeone who knowz how to ussse one of thossse..."
Curving behind his back, the saurian Sith's lengthy slithering appendage bent to form a 'U' shape as the end of the tail blade was momentarily pointed towards the cylindrical hilt hanging from Xitan's waist.
He needed a warrior. Well, that was part of it anyways. Truthfully his first thought when Vullor had dumped this mission on his shoulders was how he could make the Voice of the Eternal's life all the more difficult for it. When his spies had provided him with information that said Voice had intended to make Xitan undergo some trial with a potential promotion attached upon his success, the Sith Eternal's dark apothecary had demanded that Vullor allow Xitan to accompany Dragus instead. Petty, true, he wasn't about to let that old withering bastard have his cake and eat it to. If Dragus' plans were to be disrupted, so too would Vullor's. Besides, what better learning opportunity would there be for Xitan than to accompany the former scourge of the Expanse? Hmmm? He who had fought Jedi and Mandalorians, other Sith on occasion much to his brother Bacca's irritation, and had conquered a plethora of worlds and star systems in his day. He had much to share, and since Belisarius was gone, someone else might as well be forced to listen to what he had to say.
Once more he turned to smile hungrily at the acolyte, smacking his lips as he thought of all the delightful sin that waited them in the near future. His right claw swept out and away from him as he motioned towards the ramp of the shuttle.
"Shall we?" He offered, before ascending without waiting for reply. "If it'z ryll you are interesssted in, I have thiz variety of ssspice I have been working on. Very euphoric and far lesss lethal now that I've worked out a few of the kinkz. The resssulting blindnesss iz only temporary now. Well, mossstly."
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Darth Xitan
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Post by Darth Xitan on Jun 13, 2022 18:42:43 GMT -8
Xitan listened to the words of the Saurian, his mask glancing at the Apothecary of the Sith Eternal as he explained his reasons. Simply put, the Sith Lord wanted a warrior for this errand, someone to command and perform what was necessary to gain the tithe for the slave economy of the Sith. And yet, Dragus could have easily chosen one or several more that were expendable to the cause and the effect of the mission. And yet, Xitan had noticed something... Dragus was taking a special interest in the progress of the Sith Acolyte. First, there was the time he noticed him and another councilor watching the duel on the day that Commander Thrune appeared. Followed by the abomination that he had fought hard against, learning that it was created to be hard to kill, and now this, specifically requesting his services for what the Hymn of Ragnos was to perform.
It sounds like you want someone who is enforcer and commissar.
Xitan remarks as he proceeds up the shuttle's ramp, the one that would take them to the hulking pyramid, floating just beyond the Nullus Beacon.
I have no interest in spices personally, but I know that they are worth something on the black markets we trade in.
The Acolyte says as the shuttle lifts up and proceeds to take them to their destination.
I take it then that you desire me to command the raid on the ground, Lord Dragus?
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Post by Dragus on Jun 17, 2022 5:06:14 GMT -8
Swathed in shadow as he was seated in the passenger compartment with Xitan, the corners of the Great Devourer's wide snout began to twist upwards into a sinister grin, made all the more terrifying as his jaws spread apart ever so slightly to display his maw. Slender glistening ropes of drool seeped from long yellowed fangs, steaming in the cool climate controlled shuttle compartment, filling the cabin with the sour reek of spoiled meat and decay. His bloody orbs seemed to smoulder in their sockets as he regarded the acolyte, appearing desirous with a ceaseless appetite a match for the gleaming forest of incisors protruding from his muscular jaws.
"I knew there waz a sharp mind behind that masssk." Hissed the barabel with a wet rattle from his throat, a slight growl rumbling from deep in his belly. The serpentine lord sucked back the saliva building in his mouth, though some still spilled over his lips and seeped down his scaly chin. "Yez, with you handling the tediouz detailz of the asssault, I will be free to focuz my attention on collecting acceptable specimenz for my latessst project."
Those burning orbs, like hot coals cooling in a shell of obsidian, seemed to glow all the more luminous for the saurian Sith's elevated mood. His forked tongue flicked out, misting the air with crimson flecks as he spoke excitedly.
"I'm working on a new throne for the Sssupreme Leader, you sssee. Only it'z not jussst any ssseat; thiz one iz going to be made out of twi'lekz. I've found a way to alchemically merge two individual twi'lekz at the arm, then it iz sssimply a matter of removing the eyelidz and sssuturing their head tailz to their..." He stopped himself before he got to in depth. With a shrug he redirected his snout to the side and crossed his arms, tucking his claws into the folds of his shadowsilk robe. "Well, bessst not to ruin the sssurprise. I am sssure you will have a chance to sssit upon it before our tasssk iz through."
Unbeknownst to the Hungering One, his growing appetite and strange need for the Supreme One's approval was having an effect on his aura. Dragus' dark emotions were a swirling nexus in the fey, leeching the very heat from the air as his spiritual form projected itself as a black hole, drawing anything in its orbit into the fathomless pit at its center. The currents of the darkside penetrated his form as though he were a part of its insidious waters, so saturated was he with its corruption. Meanwhile, the seated lizard lord was just that, unremarkable to the physical senses save for the frightful nature of his appearance and stink of blood that seemed to permeate his very scales. The pilot guiding their shuttle towards the massive Hymn of Ragnos let out a yawn, unaware that his very life force was being fed upon by the blood leech in the back. A lurch shook the rear compartment as a tractor beam caught the ship and helped direct it into the hangar, where the engines began to quiet after setting down on the landing struts. A rush of fresh air cycled out the growing stink as the shuttle unsealed and its ramp lowered to the hangar floor. Dragus wrapped his claws around the bench seat he was on and used his powerful tail to push his body up to a standing position.
"We have arrived." Rasped the reptilian as he stated the obvious.
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Darth Xitan
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Post by Darth Xitan on Jul 5, 2022 21:10:43 GMT -8
"We have arrived." Rasped the reptilian as he stated the obvious. Those last words did cause Xitan to look out the viewport and notice the scenery of the stars and space was gone now. It had been replaced by lights, durasteel, and the visage of starfighters, transports, organic and inorganic personnel. This was one of the hangar bays belonging to the Freedon-class Star Pyramid and it was truly immense! The Acolyte disembarked with the Apothecary of the Eternal to witness the true hive that was this cocoon of metal and electronics. High above them were the perfectly arrayed starfighters that were situated for transport to their destination of Ryloth. And, already, there was a heavy presence of ground forces from red-armored Stormtroopers of the fanatical Sith legions to the dark robed and silver armored Sith warriors and sorcerers that made up the core of the Force users among the military.
Xitan's mask looked around in obvious fascination. None had been privileged, yet, to truly gaze upon the blueprints founded in the Sith Worlds and long had there been rumors of an immense vessel being constructed for the purpose of the Sith Eternal's future. Vullorr had been hard at work to ensure its secrecy and now the Acolyte understood why. It wasn't the firepower that made the vessel, but the symbol it stood for as a floating model of a Sith obelisk that would bring darkness and shadows to any planet it came across. Its hull was not only for the purpose of transportation but as a mobile base, similar to that of the Shadow Academy of old, of the Second Imperium, and the Dark Jedi Brakiss.Indeed, we have arrived...Xitan finally speaks as he proceeds to follow the Saurian Sith.This seems more like an invasion force than a raiding party though.He nods in the direction of the Stormtroopers that were arrayed and drilling with their commanders. They were going through role calls, equipment checks, and necessary storage before departure. There was definitely a heavy presence of ground troops, Sith warriors, and necessary aerospace and atmospheric craft. Xitan even noticed ground vehicles further down at the other end of the hangar.
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Post by Dragus on Jul 6, 2022 13:14:54 GMT -8
As they walked through the hangar, the crew and soldiers gave them a wide berth, most having heard of the dark apothecary's proclivity towards eating the staff. It may have also been unintentional to some degree. The combination of Dragus' hungering aura and the fearsome yet cold and calculating presence of Xitan was enough to make any sane being feel ill at ease. The mad draconian's snout swished up and down as he nodded his head, explaining as they exited through a pair of retracting blast doors and made their way towards the turbolift.
"Consssider thiz ship and what it representz. When we jump into the sssystem, thossse on Ryloth will immediately know uz for what we are by virtue of thiz vesssel alone, even if they do not know uz by name. How could they not? Yet the Sssupreme Leader haz not withdrawn hiz edict that we continue to operate from the shadowz, dessspite requiring that thiz misssion be completed. Which meanz..." Folding his hands together, he entwined his claws, meshing his curved talons then slowly pulling them apart so only the razor tips touched. "...we mussst cassst a wide net, and be certain to sssee it closssed around the planet and itz people. Thossse that we do not harvessst for our needz shall have to be put down for the sssake of dissscretion. We will need an invasssion force, which you shall lead."
Swaying behind him from side to side, the black scaled barabel's tail snapped, cracking the glistening blade capping its end on the deck in a loud snap that startled two stormtroopers standing guard on either side of the turbolift at the end of the hall. They regained their composure quickly, holding their blaster carbines tightly against their armoured chests, helmets fixed forwards. Dragus chuckled darkly, stopping before the lift and staring each trooper in their reflective black lenses. Even without being able to see, he could tell by the reek of fear that bled out in their nervous sweat that their eyes were locked forwards, unwilling or perhaps simply unable to meet his own bloody orbs. Good, he still had it. The lift doors closed behind them and calming elevator music began to play as they ascended towards the bridge. The enclosed space really focused the corpse stink wafting off the savage saurian, fermenting it in the lift for the next occupant unfortunate to use it after them.
He-Who-Hungers tapped a long curved raptor like toe talon on the lift floor, clearly impatient. His eyes seemed to glaze as his thoughts darkened. "I expect the twi'lekz will put up what resssistance they can. They have a hissstory of resssisting occupying forcez, even if the end resssult haz not alwayz been kind to them. Ssso we shall meet their resssistance with overwhelming force." He scraped his chin with a claw, loosening a flaky scale that fell to the deck. "An old Imperial policy I believe, but a wissse one at that. They shall not be able to repel firepower of thiz magnitude."
The lift doors parted with a swish of cool air, revealing the bridge to them.
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Valefor
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Post by Valefor on Aug 31, 2022 4:31:03 GMT -8
Activity was buzzing around one of the Outer Ring Shipyard Dry Docks as work was begun on a new Freedon-class Star Pyramid. The foundries were already hard at work converting raw materials into refined components needed to begin construction. Supplies were transported across the Shipyards to the dry dock, where workers unloaded them and the first basic assembly process was begun. All of this was being semi-overseen by Valefor from aboard his TIE/fr Freighter known as the Shadowgore, which currently sat within one of the nearby Hangar Bays
With the fall of the Alliance, the First Order had become the dominant power of the galaxy. As such, the TIE/fr Freighter had become much more prominent in usage across a number of worlds, which had made Valefor's acquisition of one relatively easy. The intervening years had been spent modifying the Shadowgore, turning the interior of the cargo pod into a multilevel space. The top most floor contained living quarters and a connector between the cargo pod and the main ship. The middle floor contained his lab space and material storage. The lowest floor meanwhile served as a training room and had the cargo pod opening for ground level access
It was here, within the second level, that Valefor was busy working away. He had arrived to the Nullus Beacon some weeks early and been inducted into the order by the Supreme Leader. His operation on Thyferra had seemingly caught the shrouded figures attention. And although he had been captured, and his work interrupted, such a set back had not disqualified him. Something Valefor was grateful for. With the resources of the Sith Eternal at his disposal, his work would be significantly easier. His research and progress from the Thyferra incident had been kept safe, so he could resume such operations again easily enough.
But at present, his attention was on another project. Several books from his personal collection laid spread out alongside several from the Sith Eternal regarding their worlds and the resources contained on each. Despite the seeming roominess of the Shadowgore, the lab was very cramped and space was at a premium. Which made his current work a little more difficult. Something that would cease to be a problem once the Star Pyramid was completed. He'd have all the space he could ever want to run his experiments and research
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Post by Dragus on Aug 31, 2022 14:46:26 GMT -8
A rancid carrion stench wafted into the hangar as the doors leading further into the station parted ways, revealing a shadowy figure standing at the open portal, swathed in leathery robes of tanned man-flesh. Two clawed hands reached up to the hem of the figure's hood and pulled it back, exposing the black scaled snout of a barabel, one quite well known in these parts. The corners of his snout twisted up before his powerful jaws split apart, displaying rows of glistening razor sharp incisors, drooling a mixture of salivation and blood that ran down his chin and soiled the front of his outfit. A long tail swayed behind him, swatting away flies drawn to the corpse stink of his rotten attire, recklessly swiping the serrated length of corroded iron capping its tip. The dark apothecary strode into the hangar, picking at a morsel of maggoty meat stuck between his teeth with a curved finger talon.
The mad alchemist was accompanied by a flock of vermin carrying alchemical supplies from his laboratory aboard the station to a waiting transport destined for Draggle Rock on Rishi. Overladen with equipment and chemical agents, the ranats struggled with their loads, occasionally spilling foul liquids onto the deck where they bubbled and oozed, sometimes eating away at the metal to expose the decks underneath. A rodent carrying a sack of glass globules stumbled forwards, sending a loose glass sphere tumbling across the hangar floor. Turning as the sphere full of toxic green mist rolled away, the saurian Sith twisted his overlong fifth appendage and swept up the gas grenade, flicking it up before it smacked home into his outstretched scaly palm.
"Careful, you recklesss vermin." Hissed the Hungering One. "Thiz iz a very unssstable sssubstance. One whiff of thiz will melt your lungz and gooify you gutz." He tossed the glass globe between his claws, giving it a playful shake before tossing it over his shoulder. Two of the ranats dove for the globe, catching it in their gnarled paws at the last moment as it very nearly smashed on the floor. The danger already forgotten, the despicable drake crossed the deck, stopping before the protective barrier preventing the hangar's atmosphere from being sucked out into the void. His bloody gaze narrowed on the star pyramid undergoing construction in the near distance. "Look, Squeakerz." Motioned Dragus to one vermin among the others, pointing one index claw towards the massive ship being pieced together by teams of tinker rats and the Nullus Beacon's dedicated engineering teams. "Another ssstar pyramid. I wonder who thiz one iz for?" He pondered aloud, stroking his scaly chin with a claw.
Scurrying forewords, a greasy furred vermin covered in scabs and wearing a filthy tattered tunic, slid to a stop beside the depraved draconian before squeaking away in fast paced rat-speech. Dragus' scaled lids widened with intrigue as his rodent assistant remedied his ignorance.
"A new alchemissst?!" Gasped the lecherous lizard. "Perish the thought, Squeakerz. That'z my job, isssn't it? Oh no, no, no, no, no, no." His snout shook from side to side, misting the air with crimson flecks as his forked tongue flicked back and forth. "You don't sssuppose the Sssupreme Leader iz dissspleased with my performance, do you? I know the High Council waz upssset about thossse misssing Stormtrooperz, but I thought I had cleared that whole messs up. Sssurely they mussst underssstand my condition." As a barabel he had a unusually high protein quota per day. Couple that with his affliction from the Eye and he was a veritable fathomless pit of hunger, more insatiable than a Hutt with a hollow leg. What could he say? Sometimes he got hungry.
Muttering more to himself now, he paced the deck, puttering back and forth in front of a parked TIE/fr Freighter as his toe talons scraped divots in the deck.
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Post by Valefor on Aug 31, 2022 19:17:04 GMT -8
He'd been so absorbed in his research, comparing various materials and their structural components, that he'd been able to ignore the sound of the passing pack of Ranat's as they scurried about with their workloads. Expendable pack beasts that had been crafted by the Dark Apothecary of the Eternal, as he had learned. His limited interactions thus far had left him unimpressed with their ability to be useful to his long term works, but they would certainly have their uses at some point.
But while he had been able to ignore the scurrying sounds, the sound of scraping metal was a much harder sound to ignore.
He laid down the book he was reading through and headed down to the first floor of the container and activated the controls for the rear hatch. The airlock unsealing as a rear ramp lowered, allowing the Sith Pureblood to step down to the Hangar floor and search for the source of the sound echoing across the Hangar Bay. His cloven hoofs rang out on the metal surface as he came to a stop and stared toward the robed Barabel. It took him only a moment to recognise the Dark Apothecary. The Sith Eternal was still yet small, and the Barabel's place upon the Council made him difficult not to know Lord Dragus, I presume? He crossed his arms over his chest, his wings kept folded closed. Standing at six and a half foot tall, he was a generally imposing figure for most sentient beings. Lord Dragus was certainly giving him a run for his money in that department, with the pair fairly close in height
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Post by Dragus on Sept 1, 2022 6:26:02 GMT -8
So preoccupied was he with his place in the cult and being replaced, that when the ramp lowered from the TIE freighter, the Great Devourer was genuinely startled. He took a step back and brought his claws together, wringing his talons in nervous anticipation, his long tail swaying behind him. His scaled lids narrowed, focusing his bloody gaze on the tall figure descending the ramp. A red froth oozed from the corners of his jaws as he sucked back the hot salivation building in his mouth, attempting to compose himself to the regal expectations of his station, which was often quite difficult given his savage nature and the fact he was literally wearing a garment made of wilted faces stitched together after they had been flayed from living captives. He was certain the fashion trend would inevitably catch on. What he saw coming down the ramp intrigued him. A bipedal figure thick of frame with folded wings protruding from its backside, red of flesh, cloven hoofed, with horns to boot. Dragus' nostril slits widened as he took in the being's scent, analysing it with his most powerful sense. When it spoke, addressing him by name no less, he was further startled.
"Uh, no. I'm..." Naturally his first instinct was to deny, but then he remembered where he was and the lofty station he held within the cult. He coughed, clearing his throat before straightening his stance and attempting to appear more Sithly. "Of courssse, tiz I, Draguz the Magnificent, Pater Mutatiz and Massster of the Alchemical Artz." Gurgled the saurian Sith wetly, before exhaling a poisonous wisp from his nostril slits that somewhat dispelled the rancid odor of his breath. He very briefly curtsied, holding up the sides of his robe, displaying the obscene tortured visages worked into its sutured cadaverous fabric.
Despite the absurdity of his behaviour and the obscene nature of his appearance, there was something about him that begged to be taken seriously. The hungering aura permeating his glossy scales seemed to leach the very warmth from the air. Some had claimed that to be near to the Great Devourer was like standing on the edge of an abyss, as though any moment one could teeter over into those fathomless depths as they were fully consumed, soul and all. His presence in the fey reeked of the darkside of the Force in the same way his physical presence stank of spoiled meat and stale blood.
Smiling now in his sinister fashion, he displayed a mouth full of far too many teeth. "And who might you be, hmmm?" Questioned the saurian with a reptilian rasp. "I can sssmell you are not one of mine, but certainly you've had sssome work done. Bassse line Sssith speciez, if my nossse iz not missstaken, which it rarely iz. Tell me..." Hissed the dark apothecary, stroking his scaly chin with a claw. "...would you be willing to sssubmit a blood sssample? I shan't need more than a few bucketz worth. For ssscience, you underssstand."
His overlong tail slapped the deck with the face side of its bladed tip, eliciting an echoing ring that scattered the vermin scurrying around his ankles as they scampered off to complete loading the shuttle.
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Post by Valefor on Sept 1, 2022 19:16:01 GMT -8
A cloak made from flayed skin and the odorous stench of rotting flesh which emanated from the Barabel were certainly up there in terms of grotesque things he had experienced. But he remained almost entirely un-phased by it. He had seen and experienced worse things before. This was, comparatively, an inconvenience in terms of sights and smells.
Valefor did not much care for such displays, preferring his own more minimalist style. Not only did the collection of armour plates provide protection to more vulnerable places, but their inscriptions and gems were designed to enhance his powers. Magic took a great toll upon the caster when there were few nearby sources of energy to divert instead. Thus the stores and protective spells within his armour would make up any difference and prevent him from suffering an unfortunate fate.
As Dragus confirmed his identity, Valefor stood a little straighter and unfurled his arms. The chain around his neck shifting and clattering together as the talisman it was attached to shifted. He took a couple steps forward and came to a stop again as the Apothecary inquired to his identity and just what he was. His brows furrowed as the Barabel asked after a blood sample of a few buckets Lord Valefor, Sorcerer Supreme and hobby Alchemist. Master of many, slave to none... As for what exactly I am? that much will forever remain a mystery to you Apothecary... But yes, I do belong to the race after which so many pretenders have co-oped the name and titles of... He glanced out toward the ongoing construction work upon the Star Pyramid, before glancing back to Dragus You seem... nervous. Something the matter?
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Post by Dragus on Sept 2, 2022 6:03:43 GMT -8
Nervous? Well, perhaps, and certainly for more than one reason. Technically speaking Valefor caught Dragus and his cohort of verminous minions doing something they were not supposed to. You see when the Hungering One and his tide of hench-vermin returned to the Nullus Beacon from their latest adventure, they rode in on a garbage scow that had barely made it through the Cloak of the Sith. The ship had been held together with engine grease, tinker rat ingenuity, and the sheer will of He-Who-Hungers. The second it passed through the magnetized barrier of the hangar, the scow had crumbled apart, never to fly again. Dragus, the mad genius that he was, spent the next few weeks after that winning over the loyalty of the ranat clans that inhabited the lower deck. It had mostly involved slaying a hutt-rancor hybrid that had gotten loose and was gobbling up all the ranats like loose potato chips. From there he was led through a sewer pipe, following a lonely plague rat through miles of liquid defecation until he emerged within the secure part of a engineering lab belonging to Darth Astera, the Sith Eternal's Director of Advanced Technology and fellow Council of Seven member. From there the saurian Sith 'borrowed' the keys and passcodes to the director's personal shuttle, which he planned to use to ferry more of his alchemical supplies from the Sith star fortress to Draggle Rock. That brings us up to present events.
"Nervouz?" He hissed in mock offense, before bringing his claws together and began to twiddle his index talons. "Well, Valefor, I sssuppose there iz no sssense in denying it. Besidez, you ssseem like the trussstworthy sssort of Sssorcerer Sssupreme, ssso what'z the harm, eh? Yez, you could sssay my posssition in thiz malevolent organization iz uneasssy at the moment. An unfortunate resssult of circumssstance when you place too many warrior typez in leadership positionz." His tongue rattled between words, misting the air with red stained droplets that wet the front of his decaying attire. "They have no appreciation for geniuz. Who carez if a few stormtrooperz go misssing, or if there have been a few minor plague outbreakz aboard the ssstation? Hmmm? We're not breeding porgz here; we are breaking down boundariez and delving deep into the mysteriez of dark ssscience. A few accidentz are bound to occur from time to time."
Scowling now, he waved a claw dismissively. His bloody gaze lingered on the backs of two worker rats dragging a large tarp covered object on a wheeled trolley. The edge of the tarp flapped in the hangar breeze and rose just enough to reveal what almost looked like the end of a bluish head tail, nailed to the platform the concealed tarp covered object was on.
"Regardlesss, it shall all be remedied sssoon. I'm moving my operation to the isle of Draggle Rock on Rishi. When I broached the sssubject with the Sssupreme Leader he/she ssseemed quite insssistent that I go az sssoon az posssible." He raised a claw and tapped a talon against a curved tooth. "He/She mussst have been quite excited about the idea. I've never ssseen the Sssupreme Leader ssso enthusssed." This was of course after Dragus had presented the Supreme One with 'the chair'. He shrugged his scaly shoulders. "We're jussst gathering up a few more suppliez and we'll be off shortly. Mossst of the menagerie haz already been moved. Thossse we didn't have room for we're releasssed into the lower levelz, though I am certain hunger will eventually drive them to the middle sssection of the beacon." Spreading wide, his lips lifted at the corners to display a hungry grin and salivating jaws. "Won't that be an exciting day."
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Post by Valefor on Sept 6, 2022 16:13:17 GMT -8
Dragus was certainly one of the oddest of the lot that he had met so far. For a member of the council, he seemed to be in quite the amount of trouble for a variety of issues. The list of which would likely include leaving behind some of his experimentations once they reached a point where they were invading the Middle Ring Seems rather careless... But you are the Council member, and I am but a simple Mage. So I can only trust in your judgement and agree the others are overreacting... Well good luck with your move Lord Dragus. Hopefully some distance will temper moods toward you... Though he certainly had his doubts, especially once his creatures were discovered. Perhaps a spot on the council would be opening up soon for a replacement to arise. But if Valefor was honest, he was doubtful that he would be amongst those to succeed the Apothecary. Whether by his own choice or simply a lack of seniority amongst the ranks
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