Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Dec 16, 2023 5:37:33 GMT -8
If the Great Devourer took offense at the spiked Sith warrior's comment, he showed no sign of it, his reptilian visage a mask of indecisive contemplation. The overlong tail protruding from his backside flicked back and forth rapidly, a common tell of the Famine Lord's that revealed when he was thinking hard. There were many variables to consider. This had gone from a simple outbreak to be contained to a potential plague infestation of the most important holding in the empire. Given the value that the Dark Apothecary brought to the Sith Eternal, the loss of a few decks, even an entire arm of the Nullus Beacon could be overlooked, but if he allowed Roon to fall...well, let's just say the tyrannical master of evil heading up their organization would be less than pleased, enough to possibly reinstate Dragus' previous banishment, or worse. Perhaps Craxious was right, they should take out the infested dreadnought before it had a chance to come close to the planet. His snout scrunched as he considered the repercussions of that. Battlecruisers didn't come cheap, and this one was the Director of Advanced Technologies doing. He was not exactly under Darth Astera's good graces at the moment, and truth be told her wrath caused him greater concern than earning the Supreme One's ire. He depended on her technical know-how for a great many of his own projects. There had to be another solution.
"Trussst me, my boy." He turned his snout and focused his mismatched stare on Craxious. "You do not want to be resssponsible for dessstroying one of the Director'z toyz. My winter rossse may be a Sssith of unparalleled beauty, but, she posssesss more prickly thornz than even your horned head. Hell hath no fury like a woman ssscorned." He grit his fangs, causing rivulets of dark blood to spill over his lips and run down his chin. "No, we'll have to do thiz the old fashioned way."
It was in that moment that the Dark Apothecary's scales began to twitch, exuding a foul smelling smoke that rose from between their layers, causing his body to begin to deflate until he shrank back to his previous size. His exaggerated talons and fangs receded to their previous but still formidable form, and a full bodied cough wracked the barabel's lungs, as something loose seemed to rattle in his chest. The effect of his potion had already worn off, afflicting his beleaguered brain with a migraine. Well that was ill timed. He grabbed the platforms railing to steady himself, spitting a mouthful of blood down at the ratghoul swarming over the deck far below. None of the creatures seemed to notice, focused as they were on crossing the cofferdam to crew the blighted battlecruiser.
"I'm sssure if we can find the intelligence organizing thessse creaturez, we can bring thiz whole sssordid ordeal to a ssswift end. Unfortunately, I've already exerted myssself more than my current condition allowz for." Gripping the front lapel of his man-hide robe, Dragus pulled back the layers of anguished faces to reveal the slight paunch of his scaly naked gut, which protruded more than one might expect. "Any more indulgence in elixir will risssk losssing my current clutch of eggz. You'll have to do mossst of the heavy lifting lad, but perhapz there iz sssomething we can do to even the oddz." He extended his right arm and squeezed his fist into a claw as he seemed to reach towards the hydraulic conveyor system on the hangar ceiling. "Marshal your hate and sssummon a telekinetic kine to help me tear the roof down onto thessse vermin."
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Post by Darth Craxious on Dec 17, 2023 9:17:55 GMT -8
"Well, I guess she might care more about the ship that I expected. Forget about the destroyer, for now"
He said. Craxious looked as the Barabel deflated, until he looked even more cancerous, putrid and decrepit than before. Frightening and pathetic at the same time.
"Maybe we could, but we have to move fast and strike hard"
The Sith looked with amazement at his uncle's gut. He, she or they, he did not know, but the Barabel was either pregnant or he had a cancerous growth the size of several Nubian balls. His uncle/aunt looked ripe for the birth almost. Savage tried to avoit imagining how such a cursed spawn would look like.
"You better call one of my cousins Xandrinus, after my own middle name. Mother imposed it on my father"
He said, sarcastic. Craxious then frowned at the Barabel's command, but he did as he ordered. Summoned his profound hatred and drank from the Dark sources, to summon a telekinetic kine, the roof shattering and crumbling under the applied strenght of both Zabrak and Barabel.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 17, 2023 10:28:33 GMT -8
Xandrinus? That actually had a nice ring to it. He supposed he would need to think of more than a few names, given he could feel at least a couple dozen eggs taking form inside of him. It only seemed fair given how much of a good sport Craxious was being. Dragus was well aware he was a difficult ally to have, even for family, given his propensity for finding trouble in all its various forms wherever he went. In those rare situations where trouble could not be found, he often created his own, through reckless behaviour and a creative passion to try and experience everything life had to offer.Blood spilled from between his gritting fangs as he applied every effort to bringing down the roof, which with a groan of warping metal, squeal of popping bolts, and shriek and tearing steel they were eventually rewarded with just that. The hydraulic conveyor and all its track tore from the hangar ceiling and came crashing down on top of the swarm of mutant vermin, pulping a great mass of them while showering the rest in a spray of filthy gore as rodent bodies were unceremoniously squeezed like tubes of toothpaste, projecting a streaming stew of guts onto those fortunate enough not to be directly under the falling debris. A chorus of hisses and snarls squeaked from raspy mutant mouse throats as the surviving mutants turned their beady eyes up towards the platform where Dragus and Craxious were standing, finally taking notice of the serious threat in their midst. Hurry-scurrying in droves of those closest, they leapt at the metal rung ladder leading up to the platform and began to ascend, while those closest to the ramp leading into the battlecruiser continued to make their way into the infested vessel. It was almost as if they were trying to buy the others time while the ship escaped with its diseased cargo. The Famine Lord's lips peeled back over his fangs and twisted up at the corners into a villainous smirk, his forked tongue flicking the air and misting the nearing rodents with flecks of warm vitae."Thiz iz where the fun beginz." He growled, pulling back his robe at the waist to reveal his silvered lightsaber hilt, which he plucked free with his right claw before slipping his talon thumb over the ignition stud. SNAP/HISS! A shrieking crimson lance of coherent plasma erupted from the hilt's emitter to over a meter in length, resonating loudly in his grip as it buffeted the demonic drake lord with sound, caterwauling like a starweirds scream. One step after the other, the Blood Wyrm ran towards the opening where the ladder reached the platform and leapt up into the air, turning end over end in a somersaulting flip before plunging downwards towards the rising rodent swarm. His banshee blade, powered by an unstable shard of dragite crystal, shrieked as he slashed it through the ladders rungs on his way towards the hangar deck below, slicing through each strut until it met the first mutant up the ladder. It carved as easily through flesh as it did through durasteel, bisecting ratghoul one after the other, spilling steaming halves off to either side of the ladder. As the halves collapsed, their innards smoked and boiled in a diseased stew, tickling the Great Devourer's nostril slits and causing his glands to salivate.Extending the palm of his other claw, the Hungering One unleashed a Force push at the last moment to slow his descent, further crushing ratghoul beneath him into the floor while scattering those around his landing site. His toe talons sank in leathery vermin flesh as he came down, knees bending to absorb the impact, before launching him forwards into a flurry of red and orange light as the vibro-blade feature of his tail spike awoke and added to his utterly lethal lunge. Ratghoul exploded in gory eruptions as each saber sweep was accompanied by projected sound, while his overlong tail created a deadly perimeter through which the army of rodents could not pass. The hangar floor became a charnel house leading to the ramp, with rodents scurrying from the saurian's path lest them become swallowed in the vortex of unrelenting death and destruction he had become. It was rare for the Famine Lord to engage directly in combat. Not because he didn't enjoy it, nor because he was particularly bad at it.It was because he found it too easy.
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Post by Darth Craxious on Dec 17, 2023 12:36:18 GMT -8
Despite being heavily pregnant Dragus moved his scaly bulge quite fluidly. It was easy to be deadlier than most when you had a literal knife on your prensile tail, however. Craxious sighed, readied himself and ignited his saberstaff, plunging into the writhing mass of ghouls. He again danced around, spiraling and sending his blades in quick blows, slaughtering scores of putrid mutants before they could touch him.
"Uncle! Do you know where is their leader? We... cannot... keep killing them... forever"
He said as he threw his saber in a spinning fashion, cleaving a number of rats, while his hand crackled with lightning, charring the sorry fur and flesh of the mutants.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 20, 2023 6:03:56 GMT -8
"Where elssse?" Replied the ruthless reptilian as his caterwauling blade swept through rodent flesh that erupted in a scattered explosion of smoking ratghoul guts that sizzled in steaming piles as they sluiced across the deck. "The bridge, of courssse!" At best that was an educated guess. Despite the myriad of talents and abilities he could apply to the situation to more accurately suss out the intelligence coordinating the vermin, his gut instinct told him they'd find the mutant mastermind on the bridge of the Sidious. It's where he would have been if the roles were reversed. Even if his theory proved wrong, there was another good reason to go there. The bridge of the Bellator battlecruiser was their best bet of retaking control of the ship before the mutant mice made it to Roon.Unfortunately, as though the malevolent mouse mind before the ratghouls apparent scheme could read his thoughts, events began to rapidly change against the Sith's favour. A grating screech of metal rang across the deck as the extended boarding tube began to pull away from the edge of the hangars energy barrier, even as rodents were still hurry-scurrying across it, dropping off the edge within seconds as the Sidious in the distance began to pull away from the station. Repulsive rodents still attempting to cross the cofferdam were sucked out into space, flash freezing in the void as the pressure caused their beady eyeballs to pop out of their verminous skull sockets like bursting grapes. Dragus froze as he watched the ship pull away, seemingly helpless to stop it, but only for a moment. His jaw set and his teeth grit, baring sinister fangs from his snarling saurian snout. The rakatan ocular implant in his left eye clicked inside his skull as its arcane mechanics zoomed in on the departing dreadnought, spying its open hangar doors. The Dark Apothecary side stepped a lunging rodent, slicing it in twain as he passed and turned, quickly inspecting his surroundings. There wasn't much left in the hangar that wasn't already covered in debris from the collapsed conveyor system the two Sith had brought down, just a pair of ugnaut mech walkers and the modified cloud-car he had been working on as a gift for Rebellious' recent promotion.! Of course, the cloud car! One of the improvements the mad alchemist had made to the grotesque interior of the repulsor craft was to atmospherically seal it against vacuum. That way Rebellious would be able to fly around the Nullus Beacon in style without having to worry about wearing a spacesuit. Though he was certain the new Fist of the Eternal would be disappointed if something were to happen to his gift, there didn't seem like a better option."The Sidiouz' hangar doorz are ssstill open!" Exclaimed Dragus, his arms a flurry of motion as he turned swarming vermin to rodent chum. "We can ussse the cloud-car to bridge the gap. It'z not meant for void travel, but if we can aim it jussst right az we reach the end of the hangar, I think we can make it."
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Post by Darth Craxious on Dec 20, 2023 12:18:08 GMT -8
That the ghouls were controlling the Sith Eternal's flamant new flagship, worth billions of Galactic credits and worth sweat of thousands of droids and workers -indentured, paid for and enslaved-, did not seem to bother Dragus in the slightest. Already used to not question anything that happened or would happen, no mattered how insane it could sound like, he simply listened to Dragus atentively. He followed the Barabel to the cloud-car. He had seen those in Bespin only, he wondered how fit would they be to space travel.
"I guess you take the helm?"
He was resigned to whatever fate had reserved them. Call it fate, or call it Dragus. He also was afraid of what kind of leather would have the Barabel used to cover the starcraft's seats.
"We have to hop in and get inside that ship as soon as possible. Either that or our heads might be rolling, something I don't want in the slightest"
And then, they would have to deal with whatever was controlling the rats, which he guessed was as bad and mean as expected. Probably a mutation of seven different deadly animals in one body.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 21, 2023 7:09:18 GMT -8
At this point in time there were barely more than a handful of ratghoul left to throw themselves on the saber blades of the Sith duo, and strangely enough they seemed less prone to doing so the further the Sidious pulled away from the Nullus Beacon. It was almost as if whatever psychically manifested will or hive intelligence was controlling them had suddenly gone out of range. The mutant vermin simply stopped where they were, sniffing the air with long leathery snouts, before beginning to gorge themselves on the corpses of their fellow rodents that had already been killed. Given such a feast before them, they practically ignored Dragus and Craxious as they sprang across the hangar and climbed up onto the cloud-car's fuselage. The saurian Sith hooked his talons under the canopy of the pilots side and popped the cockpit open, sliding his scaly form into a morbid seat of tanned man-hide, then quickly flipping a toggle to open the canopy of the gunner pod so his zabrak companion could climb in as well. As the cockpit canopies began to lower and seal them in, the Dark Apothecary had to push out of the way a poorly placed low hanging chandelier attached to the canopy ceiling. He had installed chandeliers in both the pilot and gunners pods after seeing how Rebellious had looked at his own collection of ornate Sith wrought iron chandeliers during his stay at Fort Ewok and while aboard the Warlord. Taking the steering yoke in one claw, the Famine Lord pulled back on the throttle with his other, causing the ion engine to roar and the repulsorcraft to lurch forwards and rapidly pick up speed.
:: Hang on to your ssseat, my boy. :: Hissed the Blood Wyrm over the shared comm-channel between the cloud car's two attached pods. :: I inssstalled a tank of coaxium in thiz thing. If we don't explode it should give uz jussst the boossst we need to make it. ::
Muting the comm-channel, the Hungering One muttered a quick prayer to the Eye before moving his claw off the accelerator and hovering his scaly palm above a large red button attached to a shiny metal cylinder set between his legs that was somewhat similar in appearance to one of the cyanogen tanks they had used earlier. As the cloud-car reached the edge of the energized barrier of the hangar, Dragus hit the button, causing the repulsor engines to shriek and spit gouts of fire behind them. The cloud car launched into the void, hurtling at near light-speed like a fired bullet, streaking across the vacuum towards the hangar of the Sidious that grew larger by the second. The entire craft was shaking hard enough to rattle the black scaled barabel's teeth, as bolts and screws popped loose and the engine block holding the two pods together began to buckle.
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Post by Darth Craxious on Dec 21, 2023 9:53:08 GMT -8
At this point in time there were barely more than a handful of ratghoul left to throw themselves on the saber blades of the Sith duo, and strangely enough they seemed less prone to doing so the further the Sidious pulled away from the Nullus Beacon. It was almost as if whatever psychically manifested will or hive intelligence was controlling them had suddenly gone out of range. The mutant vermin simply stopped where they were, sniffing the air with long leathery snouts, before beginning to gorge themselves on the corpses of their fellow rodents that had already been killed. Given such a feast before them, they practically ignored Dragus and Craxious as they sprang across the hangar and climbed up onto the cloud-car's fuselage. The saurian Sith hooked his talons under the canopy of the pilots side and popped the cockpit open, sliding his scaly form into a morbid seat of tanned man-hide, then quickly flipping a toggle to open the canopy of the gunner pod so his zabrak companion could climb in as well. As the cockpit canopies began to lower and seal them in, the Dark Apothecary had to push out of the way a poorly placed low hanging chandelier attached to the canopy ceiling. He had installed chandeliers in both the pilot and gunners pods after seeing how Rebellious had looked at his own collection of ornate Sith wrought iron chandeliers during his stay at Fort Ewok and while aboard the Warlord. Taking the steering yoke in one claw, the Famine Lord pulled back on the throttle with his other, causing the ion engine to roar and the repulsorcraft to lurch forwards and rapidly pick up speed.:: Hang on to your ssseat, my boy. :: Hissed the Blood Wyrm over the shared comm-channel between the cloud car's two attached pods. :: I inssstalled a tank of coaxium in thiz thing. If we don't explode it should give uz jussst the boossst we need to make it. ::Muting the comm-channel, the Hungering One muttered a quick prayer to the Eye before moving his claw off the accelerator and hovering his scaly palm above a large red button attached to a shiny metal cylinder set between his legs that was somewhat similar in appearance to one of the cyanogen tanks they had used earlier. As the cloud-car reached the edge of the energized barrier of the hangar, Dragus hit the button, causing the repulsor engines to shriek and spit gouts of fire behind them. The cloud car launched into the void, hurtling at near light-speed like a fired bullet, streaking across the vacuum towards the hangar of the Sidious that grew larger by the second. The entire craft was shaking hard enough to rattle the black scaled barabel's teeth, as bolts and screws popped loose and the engine block holding the two pods together began to buckle. Craxious did not believe in anything, besides the Force and its inherent power, but he found himself praying to the gods of Mustafar, the holiest mothers of Dathomir, his twelve hundred ancestors and even the Rakata. The thing was coming loose and he imagined himself vaporized by a blown engine, or splattered like a Goenosian on the winshield of an Imperial dropship against the hard steel of the Sidious. If they landed he was determined to enjoy every day as it was the last and frigging claim power whenever he could find it and become a frigging tyrant, for all he cared a man had to enjoy the fine things of life: wealth, power and concubines. "TWIN SUNS OF TATOOINE, IS IT F-F-F-AAAAR?!"He could sense his skull getting loose already, and he believed he had broken on of his rear horns by hitting the chandelier. His teeth were dangerously hitting each other like drums and he struggled to keep conciousness.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 21, 2023 10:54:58 GMT -8
:: JUSSST...A...BIT...FU-FU-FURTHER! :: Replied Dragus over the shared channel, who was fairly certain at least a few of the eggs in his belly were at this point scrambled. Within moments the tank of coaxium ran dry, just as the large dark gunmetal metallic hull of the Sidious dominated the cockpit window. The cloud-car was just a little off target, careening at breakneck speeds towards the lip of the battlecruiser's hangar. At the very last moment, the predatory pilot jerked hard on the steering yoke, causing the repulsor craft to spin just enough to avoid slamming into the side of the gaping square entrance, only clipping the edge before passing through the energized barrier. The cloud-car spun sideways, end over end, finally snapping in the middle and throwing the pilot and gunners pods in two separate directions across the hangar. Fighting for some semblance of control, rat guts splattered across the windshield as the villainous velociraptors part of the repulsor craft smashed through several ratghoul unable to get clear. Sparks erupted from the pods underside as it slammed down on the hangar deck and slid across the bare metal, filling the cockpit with smoke that caused the impossibly lucky lizard lord to violently cough. Finally his part of the pod crunched into the far hangar wall, arresting its stop completely. The cockpit canopy exploded outwards and upwards as the Famine Lord unleashed a powerful Force push into the roof, the dizzy dinosaur slowly climbing out and flopping onto the deck, continuing to hack and spit blood to clear his choking lungs.
"Any landing you can walk away from..." He hissed, rising to stand on unsteady feet. He grabbed the hot hull of the pilot pod with a claw for balance, his other claw resting against his head as he tried to reorient himself. Unfortunately the ratghoul didn't waste a moment renewing their attack. A dozen of the beady eyed vermin hurry-scurried towards the Dark Apothecary, who reached a claw into his alchemy satchel and retrieved a hand sized glass globe containing a luminous green liquid. Squishing the sphere in his claw, he shattered the container into shards and was immediately enveloped in a sickly green cloud of gas. The ratghoul that came into contact with the noxious substance immediately started to gag and drop to the deck, bleeding from every available orifice. Modified trihexalon, what the mad alchemist referred to as 'Famine's Breath'. Incredibly poisonous, though it didn't seem to trouble inventor himself. Dragus stalked out of the glowing cloud as his man-flesh robe sloughed off his scaly form, the acidic vapors eating through his outfit, leaving him as naked as the day he clawed his way out of the cloning tank.
"Craxiouz!" Snarled the Great Devourer as he stumbled across the hangar towards where the gunner pod had ended up. His mismatched vision was fuzzy, possibly due to a concussion from that landing. He patted his stomach, checking for anything of concern, though his internal clutch still seemed to feel okay. Without wasting a moment, his lightsaber was back in his claw and activated, blasting away ratghoul in gorey eruptions of heat and sound as he worked his way to his nephew.
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Post by Darth Craxious on Dec 22, 2023 2:35:47 GMT -8
I'm not dead...
He thought, as he regained senses. Feeling battered, he raised on the seat. The windshield was cracked, and some ghouls were hacking at it. With a simple gesture he pushed it away and used the shattered glass to swirl around and slice the rats throats where they stood. Their putrid blood pooled as Craxious left the craft, shaking a bit, trying to stand on his feet. He ignited one blade of his saberstaff, to impale a surviving ghoul. His gaze a bit clouded and bleeding, he sought Dragus on the hangar. There he was, seemingly naked as they day he was born, killing some mutants.
Nothing Malvus had taught him prepared Savage for this very eventful night.
"Uncle! Here!"
He moved, with a bit of difficulty, but getting more confident with every step. Again he had to rely on the Force to keep going. It was either that or be consumed as a casual snak by gaping ghoulish maws.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 23, 2023 12:02:24 GMT -8
A look of relief briefly crossed the crooked crocodile's snarling saurian visage. Thank the Eye! He wasn't certain he could face Viox again if he was responsible for getting his flesh and blood killed. In the past, such an outcome would have been nothing more than a trivial event to the Famine Lord, who had been incapable of care for anything beyond his own desires, but age had softened the cage of cruelty with which he had encased his black heart. Perhaps it was the abundance of maternal hormones flooding the cold blood coursing through his veins, but he found he possessed a certain...fondness, towards the Sith of the Eternal. Part of him supposed it could simply be a mentors pride of an apprentice or student, but when he looked deeper, he recognized the lie he was attempting to sell himself. As frustratingly insane as it sounded, he cared about these young up-and-coming darksiders in a most unSithly way. He wanted to fuel their ambition and see them succeed. Dredging up a swell of hate to smother those thoughts of weakness in a blanket of anger, the Dark Apothecary extended his left claw and dragged it across the air in front of him, unceremoniously flinging the remaining rodents separating him and Craxious aside with a surge of telekinetic power."Ah, good." He growled as he reached the zabrak, grasping his nephew's right shoulder with his left claw to steady the young man. He looked him over, quickly inspecting the sinuous Sith from head to toe. "You appear none the worssse for wear. We mussst act quickly if we are to end thiz." Scanning their surroundings, he quickly spied a nearby turbolift that looked like it would get them most of the way to their destination. He disengaged his lightsaber and went to return it to his belt, only to realize he was no longer wearing one, let alone anything else. Something to soon remedy. Releasing Craxious, he rubbed his naked biceps as a cold hangar draft sent shivers up his scales. Bending down, he sank the curved talons of his claws into one of the freshly murdered rodents and ripped the leathery hide from its connecting tissue, expertly stripping the corpse of the skin around its midsection before tearing a head sized hole in the centre. Next he plunged a claw deep into its oozing guts and tore out a long rope of intestine, cutting it free with a surgical slice of his razor sharp digits. Raising the length of hide over his snout, he slid it over his back and chest like a diseased poncho and secured it in place using the intestine cord as a makeshift belt. He shifted from side to side to test the impromptu garment, and once satisfied it would do, he then attached the hook handle of his lightsaber to the gooey rope around his waist.It wasn't his most inspired fashion choice but at least it would keep his scaly bits warm for the time being. Dragus raised his right claw and pointed his index talon at the turbolift. "If I'm not missstaken, that lift lookz like it should take uz up to the bridge tower. It iz alssso sssurely where the greatessst danger liez." The corner of the black scaled barabel's terrible maw twisted, curling upwards into a sinister smirk that revealed no small amount of glistening fangs. "Whatever happenz, you've done well ssso far. When I watched you ssslaughtering thossse vermin back aboard the Beacon, I could not help but sssee my brother in you. You are Viox'z ssspitting image, the way you fight, with ssstrength and without fear. I think he would be proud of you. I am proud of you, Craxiouz. Now, are you ready to sssee thiz done?" He flexed a claw, cracking his knuckles in a series of sinuous pops that echoed across the deck.
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Post by Darth Craxious on Jan 8, 2024 2:11:54 GMT -8
A look of relief briefly crossed the crooked crocodile's snarling saurian visage. Thank the Eye! He wasn't certain he could face Viox again if he was responsible for getting his flesh and blood killed. In the past, such an outcome would have been nothing more than a trivial event to the Famine Lord, who had been incapable of care for anything beyond his own desires, but age had softened the cage of cruelty with which he had encased his black heart. Perhaps it was the abundance of maternal hormones flooding the cold blood coursing through his veins, but he found he possessed a certain...fondness, towards the Sith of the Eternal. Part of him supposed it could simply be a mentors pride of an apprentice or student, but when he looked deeper, he recognized the lie he was attempting to sell himself. As frustratingly insane as it sounded, he cared about these young up-and-coming darksiders in a most unSithly way. He wanted to fuel their ambition and see them succeed. Dredging up a swell of hate to smother those thoughts of weakness in a blanket of anger, the Dark Apothecary extended his left claw and dragged it across the air in front of him, unceremoniously flinging the remaining rodents separating him and Craxious aside with a surge of telekinetic power."Ah, good." He growled as he reached the zabrak, grasping his nephew's right shoulder with his left claw to steady the young man. He looked him over, quickly inspecting the sinuous Sith from head to toe. "You appear none the worssse for wear. We mussst act quickly if we are to end thiz." Scanning their surroundings, he quickly spied a nearby turbolift that looked like it would get them most of the way to their destination. He disengaged his lightsaber and went to return it to his belt, only to realize he was no longer wearing one, let alone anything else. Something to soon remedy. Releasing Craxious, he rubbed his naked biceps as a cold hangar draft sent shivers up his scales. Bending down, he sank the curved talons of his claws into one of the freshly murdered rodents and ripped the leathery hide from its connecting tissue, expertly stripping the corpse of the skin around its midsection before tearing a head sized hole in the centre. Next he plunged a claw deep into its oozing guts and tore out a long rope of intestine, cutting it free with a surgical slice of his razor sharp digits. Raising the length of hide over his snout, he slid it over his back and chest like a diseased poncho and secured it in place using the intestine cord as a makeshift belt. He shifted from side to side to test the impromptu garment, and once satisfied it would do, he then attached the hook handle of his lightsaber to the gooey rope around his waist.It wasn't his most inspired fashion choice but at least it would keep his scaly bits warm for the time being. Dragus raised his right claw and pointed his index talon at the turbolift. "If I'm not missstaken, that lift lookz like it should take uz up to the bridge tower. It iz alssso sssurely where the greatessst danger liez." The corner of the black scaled barabel's terrible maw twisted, curling upwards into a sinister smirk that revealed no small amount of glistening fangs. "Whatever happenz, you've done well ssso far. When I watched you ssslaughtering thossse vermin back aboard the Beacon, I could not help but sssee my brother in you. You are Viox'z ssspitting image, the way you fight, with ssstrength and without fear. I think he would be proud of you. I am proud of you, Craxiouz. Now, are you ready to sssee thiz done?" He flexed a claw, cracking his knuckles in a series of sinuous pops that echoed across the deck. Craxious felt conflicting feelings, Very conflicting ones. First, he did feel some kind of reserve and repulse at the mention of his stranged father's name, moreso being compared to former Sith'ari. However, he did know how Viox would rage merely at the thought of anyone being compared to him in the slightest -even if that someone was his own son- and, this very thing, made Craxious glad, taking rejoice on the Draconid words. Thirdly, and odd enough, he felt some kind of kindred with the Barabel and even a hint of... pride, now that a... paternal -or, apparently, maternal- figure of sorts had taken note of him and even complimented him; something that had very rarely happened in the past. Therapists in Coruscant would speak volumes of such inmense paternal issues, but this not wandered around the Sith's horned head at this time; Vallius simply puffed his chest and nodded gently. "You have my thanks, uncle, your words... are too kind. I must admit that I have never seen anyone like you"
That was said without irony, so perhaps it was a rather peculiar way to compliment the Barabel in turn. Unbothered by his uncle's half nakedness, swollen belly and putrid new robe -barely worse than the previous- and he turned his yellow eyes towards the lift, pondering what had to be done. "Ah yes, of course, this has taken too long"
Savage breathed in deeply, savouring the smell of spilled blood and innards and the remnants of ghoulish' fear and rage. He felt some strenght returning to his limbs and could sense the Force around him, in waves, and, in turn, the ripples caused on that Dark miasma by Dragus' own presence, almost intoxicating. "I am ready, uncle mine"
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Post by Dragus on Jan 8, 2024 10:49:15 GMT -8
"Then let'z go kill sssome ratz." After the two entered the lift, it rose slowly, deck by deck as it ascended towards the bridge tower of the Sidious. The Great Devourer was largely quiet, adjusting his newly made poncho ever so slightly, while scraping some of the scum that have collected in the grooves of his lightsaber hilt with a dirty talon. Through the vibrations in the hull he could feel the massive battlecruiser's engines powering up, bleeding ionic particulate into the cold void of space as it propelled the flagship of the Sith Eternal towards the very heart of their growing empire. Whether anyone else knew it or not, it seemed that the fate of the Sith now rested in the hands and claws of the two men in the turbolift, destined to either save their evil empire or doom the galaxy to a century of peace. Though by all accounts Dragus seemed unconcerned, focusing on cleaning up bits of rat-flesh caught under his talons after he'd finished cleaning his lightsaber. Eventually the lift reached the tippity-top, sounding a chime before the doors slid open to reveal the bridge of the sinister starship.The scene was straight out of a nightmare, or one of Dragus' daydreams. Half eaten crew were scattered across the floor with their gut strings pulled out and their rib cages cracked open, dripping pus and pools of congealing blood that seeped from their exposed cavities and caught in the seems between the deck plates of the floor. Lumen strips flickered overhead, casting perverse shadows across the horrific sight of raw carnage, making the verminous figures lurking and lumbering into the open all the more terrifying. They were ratghoul, obviously, nothing they had encountered thus far had been completely free of the diseases mutating corruption. Unlike those previously encountered, these seemed more sentient perhaps, garbed not solely in naked leathery flesh but instead wearing piecemeal sections of gamma-plast Sith Trooper plate and carrying nasty looking vibro-weapons and stolen blasters in their filthy paws. Had they been corruption free, the Hungering One would have referred to these mutant mice as storm-vermin, members of the ranat warrior caste that hailed from Clan Skrittlespite in northern Dragusblight. There were even a few brutish looking ranat-ogres towering behind the others, dripping drool from snout replete with sharp yellow tusks that pierced the tops of their upper palate. At the centre of it all, one rodent stood out above all the others, seated in the command throne of the Sidious and staring at the two intruders with a pair of beady red eyes.A look of absolute fury crossed the saurian Sith's snarling snout as he stalked out of the lift, directing an accusatory claw towards the vermin seated in the command chair. "Squeakerz!? I can't believe me eye. How could you?" The dark scaled draconian's anger was palpable, causing light bulbs in the ceiling to crack and sparks to fly from the deck where his toe talons scraped shrieking gouges in the floor like a series of nails on slate.This clearly couldn't have been the same Squeakers the Hungering One had talked to earlier, as that Squeakers had sealed the contaminated decks of the Nullus Beacon from the outside. Meaning this had to be one of the other hundreds of thousands of Squeakers in the Famine Lord's service. How exactly he told them apart, or if he even did, was anyone's guess. Though it did seem as though the tyrannical terrorsaur had taken some personal offense upon this epiphany.A wheezing rodent snicker sounded from the crooked snout of the seated ratghoul, whose appearance was quite a bit more heinous than all the others, featuring a set of demonic horns that emerged from the crown of its skull and curled inwards like a rams. When its snout parted to reveal wicked yellow fangs more akin to fileting knives, a forked tongue flicked out, dripping diseased spit. It wore a mouldering robe one might expect more from a Sith, dark and draping over its leathery brown skin that was rife with lesions and pustules. Held in its left claw was a rod of charcoal hued Pzobian oak, topped with a perfectly smooth orb of ruby red meltmassif. The Gorgon's Eye! Somehow the creature had gotten ahold of Dragus' signature saber-cane. He must have left it behind in the lab when the disease outbreak had gotten out of control. No wonder these creatures seemed to be obeying a central will. With the orb serving as an alchemical transmitter, the mouse-mastermind could direct the ratghoul with but a thought. Dragus eyed the staff wearily, knowing full well its potency having claw crafted it himself. The intricate golden hieroglyphs ornately worked into its length were written in sorcerous Pzobian blackscript.With a snap of its empty right claw, the evil Verminghoul Lord ordered its troops to attack.
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Post by Darth Craxious on Jan 10, 2024 9:43:49 GMT -8
One of Dragus' minions had betrayed him. How very... it wasn't surprising at all, considering the menagerie of malformed opressed beings the Draconid had under his scaly cruel thrall. For a Darksider, betrayal was not uncommon, to thirst for power was natural. Unoriginal, Craxious thought, thumbs on his belt. When the Verminous troops lurched forward, seeking pray, the younger Sith left a sigh scape his bared teeth. He ignited the saber with a flourish.
"Uncle, if you so wish, I shall clear the path for you, this rotten infestation can be dealt with"
He said, adopting a battle stance, both feet firm on the ground, sword at the ready. The so-called Squackers looked almost like a Sith lord. Many would be afraid, but not Craxious, who was a Sith lord himself: a glorified pest would be put down, no matter what, for daring to betray its masters.
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Post by Dragus on Jan 12, 2024 6:36:49 GMT -8
"Make it ssso." Growled the dismayed drake lord to Craxious, his courageously cruel companion, before taking his own lightsaber in claw and thumbing the activation stud. SNAP/HISS! Shrieking to life, the caterwauling blade erupted with red fury from the silvered hilt in his scaly hand, extending out to nearly a meter and a half in length. The furious plasma blade resonated loudly, distorting the air around it with soundwaves that addled its wielders senses as much as it pained the ears of the rats around them. Behind him his tail blade screeched on, sparking across the deck as his overlong fifth appendage rose up over his shoulder like a scorpion preparing to strike, hissing hateful orange as its poison coated edge super-heated with friction. "Avassst ye, ssscurvy knave!" Snarled Dragus, before lunging into action.
Empowered by rage and no small amount of raw bestial aggression, the Dark Apothecary set himself to the task of dismantling his attackers, cutting his way clear of the few that made it past his nephew's nefarious network of twirling death. He hacked rusted spear tips from wooden shafts, ruptured rodent flesh with sweeping strokes of his blade that molecularly disassembled and goo-ified his foes. Less lethal ballet and more brutal bar fight, the filthy fanged phenom was an irresistible force of nature, tearing across the deck like one of the many typhoons that threatened his home of Draggle Rock. So taken with the act of butchery, he was perhaps a bit less careful about where and how he swung his blade than usual, carving through consoles that erupted in showers of sparks while simultaneously hurling his opponents into all manner of bridge controls, including navigation. In fact, a barrel chest ranat-ogre slammed hard into astro-navigation, causing the whole battlecruiser around them to lurch as it spun off course, no longer helmed by the ratghoul that was previously operating that station who was now a pile of pulp. Things got even more complicated as the Blood Wyrm's assault damaged the inertial compensators and gravity controls, causing the bridge to lose its artificial gravity and everyone aboard to float free of the deck.
Soaring through the air across the bridge, Dragus brought his humming lightsaber blade down with both hands, impaling a burly armed ratghoul through the chest, pinning it to the navi-computer. Across the view-port, the star speckled tapestry of space began to run together as a hyperspace wormhole opened up ahead of the dreadnought's wedge shaped prow.
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Post by Darth Craxious on Jan 25, 2024 10:20:16 GMT -8
As soon as the gravity abandoned them, Savage used the force to slam the rats around him, against consoles, walls, ceiling and floor, some of them exploding like ripe fruit. Eyeballs, gore and blood now floated freely in a disgusting display of mutated anatomy. Craxious used his blade to dispatch the ghouls with ease, but he then felt a familiar pull. Now, somehow, they were in hyperspace... For all the Sith know, they could end inside a wormhole. Knowing Dragus' luck, that could happen.
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Post by Dragus on Jan 25, 2024 18:25:16 GMT -8
Darth Astera, the Sith Eternal's Director of Advanced Technology, was clever. Maybe too clever. With a magnificent mind for mechanical things, the Lady of Winter had equipped the Sidious with an experimental hyperdrive, years ahead of anything available to the wider galaxy. Fueled by the Dark Apothecary's alchemically crafted Ultra-Coaxium, the hyper-engines were capable of propelling even a warship as large as the dreadnought through lightspeed at a rate never before reached through ordinary means.What it all added up to is that when Dragus damaged the navi-computer and the dread cruiser lurched into hyperspace, it jumped from star system to star system, doing in mere seconds what should have taken the span of several hours. Time seemed to freeze for those on the bridge of the Sidious, as the flagship of the Sith Eternal fleet leapt from the dust shrouded Nullus Beacon, to parts unknown.Continued here.
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