Dragus
The Sith Eternal
In front of the Empire, to all you Vader haters out there. We'll blow your planet up.
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Post by Dragus on Sept 18, 2022 6:34:46 GMT -8
The Adventures of Draggle Rock- Principal Authors: Dragus
- Who can post on this thread: Anyone, just jump in if you read something you like.
- I want to receive critical responses: Sure, why not.
- I will be using standard Universe rules here (e.g., canon-only, fleet limits, etc.): Lol, no rules thank you very much. If it it seems like a cool idea just write it. That's what I'm gunna do.
Location: The isle of Draggle Rock on the planet Rishi. Includes Fort Ewok and Dragusport. Timeframe: Current |
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Dragus
The Sith Eternal
In front of the Empire, to all you Vader haters out there. We'll blow your planet up.
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Post by Dragus on Sept 20, 2022 5:49:27 GMT -8
Lightning crackled in the skies above the wind swept isle of Draggle Rock as a sea storm blew in, unusual for this time of year, almost as if the planet was aware of what sinister forces were at work within the black stone bowels of Fort Ewok. Deep in the darkside attuned fortress, beneath even the stone cliff it was built upon, the dark apothecary of the Sith Eternal was hard at work shaping his latest creation. Resplendent in a new cloak of tanned hannite flesh, a gift from his blind brother who had an unusual eye for aesthetics given his handicap, the villainous drake lord toiled over a bloody surgical slab. The black scaled barabel's claws were deep in the chest of the latest clone he had bred using the genetic samples of ancient taung found on the lunar surface of Roon's only moon. A series of tubes connected to butterfly lines pumped a luminous green alchemical concoction into the creature on the slab, fueling the nightmarish creation with the Hungering One's foul mixture. Completing his surgical procedure, Dragus removed his blood soaked claws from the creature's chest cavity and sutured it back up with a staple gun."Squeakerz!" Roared the rasping reptilian. "Throw the ssswitch!" Standing on its haunches next to a contraption of cables and poorly maintained machinery, the greasy furred rodent assistant of He-Who-Hungers wrapped its gnarled paws around the handle of a large switch and pulled, placing its limited weight behind the exertion. Forks of blue electrical current ran the length of copper cable into clamps connected to the giant monstrosities corpse pallor lower extremities, stimulating its nervous system and causing the oversized heart in its chest to beat beneath its sutured bosom. Through the fey, the devilish draconian could feel the vestiges of unnatural life wink into existence. The alchemically altered taung opened its eyes and thrashed on the slab, unable to rise as it was bound in place by a number of restraints over its limbs and torso."It'z alive!" Snarled the mad alchemist in delight, before repeating again. "It'z alive! It'z...it'z...oh no, Squeakerz. It'z hideouz." As Dragus had time to reflect on the thing he had created from little more than a few scraps of degraded DNA, he began to realize that this wasn't exactly what he had planned. Due to the poor specimen sample he had received from his hench-robot Krell on Roon, the dark apothecary had been forced to get a bit creative with filling in the gaps where the genetic code was damaged. He had done so using a bit of his own laboratory spawned DNA. The result was this bizarre creature that barely resembled the taung he had been trying to create. Scowling, the less than pleased lizard swatted the ground with his overlong tail, venting some of his frustration in a shower of sparks as his tail blade struck stone. After spending a moment to gather his thoughts, he offered a simple shrug and turned to his verminous assistant. "Oh well. Back to the drawing board. Squeakerz, be a dear and fetch the flame thrower. We'll ssstart from ssscratch again."Scurrying to his side, the scabrous mouse-man squeaked in rapidly spoken rat-speech, arguing a case for keeping the revolting thing restrained to the slab. Dragus brought a claw under his snout and stroked his chin, considering the merits of keeping this latest experiment."Hmmm, you make a good point. While I waz hoping to recreate a taung, I sssuppose I can find a ussse for whatever thiz thing iz. Perhapz we ought to ssstrap it with a cloaking device and a pair of wrissst bladez."Squeakers raised a furry brow and squeaked. "Like a predator? What'z a predator? No, no, Squeakerz. Thiz thing iz original. Hmmm, we should probably give it sssome long range lethality az well. Perhaps a plasssma cassster on the shoulder..."A string of rapidly squeaked expletives followed, shocking the sensitive ears of the Hungering One who wasn't used to that sort of language from his verminous underlings."No sssuch thing az a plasssma cassster? Are you sssure? Odd. And no, I've no idea who thiz Arnold Ssswartsawhatever iz. You know I don't watch holo-vidz. I much prefer to read. Though I sssuppose that name doez sssound a bit Mandalorian."For the following five minutes the irritated ranat reenacted scenes from the film as Dragus watched with growing confusion, occasionally interrupting to say things like..."That doesssn't make any sssense. Who doesssn't have time to bleed? By virtue of bleeding, clearly he did have time to bleed." Or... "No, no. It'z pronounced chopper. Are you certain galactic basssic was hiz firssst language?" And... "Wonderful!" He clapped his claws together. "You're sssaying he threw a machete that impaled sssomeone on a wall, and then sssaid 'ssstick around'? That'z bloody brilliant."Things went like this for a while until the drake lord finally relented. He would ship the creature back to the Nullus Beacon when time permitted and let some of the newer hires figure out what to do with it. There was always a need for someone or some thing to scrub the floors on the star-fortress, given the vast quantity of rodent droppings. By the time the two departed the Great Devourer's laboratory, Dragus was keen to watch the film in question."Very well, we'll watch it in the banquet hall with the ressst of the flock. Make sssome popcorn while I warm up the projector." As his hench-vermin hurry-scurried away, the saurian Sith hissed after him. "And don't forget the extra blood, that'z the bessst part!"
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Post by Dragus on Jan 21, 2023 9:58:09 GMT -8
Location: Hypori (Outer Rim) : Southern Continent : Toxicity "The Heap"Near the southern pole of the planet in the polluted caldera of a former Techno Union hazardous waste disposal site, loomed a massive mountain of trash, rotting away beneath a steady deluge of acid rain from dark chemical clouds gathering overhead. Lightning flashed a virulent green as the heavy metals in each carcinogenic breath of toxic air changed the colour of the sky's vented fury. The storm had been growing steadily worse as each hour ticked by, the result of darkside sorcery summoned by Clan Rustrot's latest guest, the night ewok shaman Greybeard. There he stood on a balcony overlooking the putrescent landscape, swinging the gnarled head of his Pzobian oak staff in circles overhead as he channeled the currents of the malevolent fey, using his shamanistic abilities to call on the festering force of decay that had poisoned the land. He spun an intricate spell with those malign threads, weaving them into a wicked tapestry that fed the machinations of the Warlock Enginseers working in the deep forges of the Heap.In the rusting bowels of the burrow, Skalterra Brassclaw supervised as his tinker rats made a few finishing touches on the fusion of scale and steel strapped to a duracrete surgical slab occupying the center of his workshop. Translucent tubes pumped a luminous green alchemical fluid into the creature, replacing the cold blood that naturally flowed through the barabel's veins with the dark apothecary's elixir. It was joined by a steady stream of drugs used to keep the metal beast sedated. Scabrous rat flesh clambered over the restrained figure, using plasma torches to perform a few finishing spot welds, fusing sections of the armoured plates that covered its exterior. A sinister drill revved on the end of the mechanoid's augmented tail, spewing sparks across the slab where it was clamped to the uncompromising surface. A trail of oozing oil and saliva dripped from Chief Brassclaw's metal fangs as he looked on the near completed mechanical monstrosity with something akin to pride.They had all thought him mad when he initially proposed this venture, but those voices of descent had quieted as the technological terror entered the final stages before being brought online. Skalterra suspected that if his benighted master were to find out about this project, he would not approve. Say what you would about the Great Devourer, the draconian was not a fan of machines. Understandable, since the last batch of HRD-Dragus' had all gone mad and eventually tried to murder the original. Well, 'gone-mad' was perhaps one way to look at it. The Chief suspected that given the fact those droids had been programmed to behave in the same manner as the one they physically emulated, it was only a matter of time before treachery occurred. Fortunately his beneficent lord had forgiven Skalterra for that...mmm, miscalculation."That's enough." Squeaked Skalterra is synthetic rat-speech. "Everyone back. I'm going to boot it up." Tinker-rats scurried away from the restrained figure on the table, placing as much distance between themselves and the cybernetic drake. Even before the last was clear, Chief Brassclaw clamped the mechanical vice that was his namesake on a wrought-iron lever and gave it a pull, sending crackling bands of electrical current surging along copper cables hooked into the cyborg. Red lensed photo-receptors in place of its natural crimson orbs blazed with luminosity, projecting a red cone on the ceiling that swallowed the workshop in a bloody haze. A bestial synthesized shriek roared from a vocabulator installed in the back of the cyborg's mouth, concealed behind rows of metallic fangs that filled its mechanical maw to the point of absurdity."SSSSSSSSHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "It's alive!" Shrieked the Chief. The cyborg's thrashing on the surgical slab caused the duracrete bands restraining its limbs, waist, and chest to groan as the cyber-barabel flexed its pneumatic powered joints. Super heated licks of coherent plasma sprang from circular openings on each one of its metallic fingers, extending out six inches in length, blackening the slab as the duracrete began to cook and crack. The overlong mechanical tail jutting from its backside tore itself free in a grinding shriek of torn metal and sparks, before slamming back onto the surgical table, shattering it. Duracete shards scattered across the workshop at the cyborg fell to the floor and ripped free of its remaining restraints. The diamond boron tip of the whirring drill capping its fifth appendage glinted as its whipped through the air, eliciting cascades of hot metallic sparks every time it struck something. As the rising dust cloud of duracrete particles dissipated, Chief Enginseer Brassclaw thought he could see the cyborg rear up on its foot talons, standing at full height atop the debris pile. "Do you understand me?" He hissed in rat-speech, waiting to see the cyborg's response. Slowly but surely the reptilian mechanoid's metallic snout lowered and rose in a telling nod. Good, though he needed to hear it speak before he was ready to declare it complete. Skalterra ran a black tongue over his dripping brass lips.Now for the moment of truth. "What is your designation?" Small vents on the cyborg's shoulders and back opened, venting a hot gush of toxic steam that reeked of chemical reagents and the acrid stench of burnt ozone. It took another step forwards, its segmented metallic foot-talons carving jagged furrows in the rusted floor, making Chief Brassclaw once more take a cautious step backwards. Its jointed metal tail thumped the ground, scattering metal fragments around its feet as the drill bit on its tip ground anything it touched into metallic splinters. A crackle sounded from between impervium fangs as its vocabulator switched on. Finally in an entirely synthetic voice, it spoke, each word grating like claws on slate. It said only its name.Mecha-Dragus.
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