Darth Xitan
The Sith Eternal
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Affiliation: The Cult of the Eternal
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Post by Darth Xitan on Nov 27, 2023 12:24:25 GMT -8
The Nullus Shipyards is an independent and rather lackluster dockyard facility that makes up the Outer Ring of the Beacon's immense space complex. These shipyard facilities are hardly like that of Kuat and Rendili, but they prove their worth in aiding with the Eternal's war machine that is an ever-building beast, waiting to be unleashed upon the galaxy. At the height, these dockyards can build up to ten Star Destroyer projects and are utilized to maintain and construct all manner of vessels below this category of warship. The Cloak of the Sith aids in keeping its operations relatively unknown, especially to what few ships dare to trespass the isolated, but highly guarded, territory of Roon's system. |
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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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Affiliation: Sith Eternal
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Post by Dragus on Dec 23, 2023 10:58:37 GMT -8
A sleek black beetle shaped shuttle arrived at the Nullus Shipyards, having just emerged from the obscuring dust cloud that shrouded the Albion sector in gritty space particulate, completing the last leg of its harrowing journey from the mythical and often magical ill fabled isle of Draggle Rock. The storm vermin piloting the craft squinted as it looked for a spot to land, its beady eyes unused to all the flashing lights of the busy yards, while its gnarled paws gripped the steering yoke shakily. It had been at least a day since the pestilent pilot had eaten, having forgotten to restock the shuttle's stores prior to takeoff, while also still nursing a pounding hangover from the previous days rambunctious beach party. The rodent smacked the dry gums of its crooked snout, already tasting the cream of rakghoul soup the Nullus Beacon cafeteria was famous for. Between its rumbling belly and the distracting lights of the deep space manufacturing facility, the vermin at the wheel failed to notice a half constructed star destroyer drifting across its flight path. Turning its attention from the empty glove-box it had been perusing through for snacks, the ranat squealed in panic as it noticed the giant obstruction in its way, yanking hard on the steering yoke to send the nimble transport into a veering dive while narrowly avoiding an in-space collision. The svelte-class shuttle's underside scrapped the durasteel tarmac of one of the shipyard bays, screeching as it skidding to a stop inside the energized barrier of the busy hangar, causing dock workers and shipwrights to dive out of the way lest they be pulped into a meaty paste. Sparks spit from the point of contact until the transport eventually slowed to a stop, spilling smoke from its underside which triggered the hangars fire suppression system.
As the ship was doused in fire-suppressant foam, the hench-vermin pilot extracted itself from the pilot's chair with a whimpering squeak, coughing between choking breaths as the cockpit filled with smoke. The rodent scurried towards the rear, its beady eyes full of stinging tears, blurring its vision as it stumbled towards the ramp control. Finally it found the button, pressing a verminous paw to the protruding square. Square? Wasn't the ramp release button a circle? A bleating tone rang from the internal speakers followed by a metallic clang as the locks on every cage in the rear storage compartment were simultaneously unlocked. Metal gates groaned on rusty hingers as the cage doors swung open, the small creatures contained within bolting out of their enclosures, as equally disturbed as the storm-vermin pilot by the crash and resulting smoke. "Oh Squeak!" Cursed the ranat in rapidly spoken rat-speech, before the unfortunate mouse man was swarmed by a pack of furry feral forms, ripping into its rat flesh with crooked claws and mouths full of tiny sharpened fangs. The rodent barely had time to shriek as it was torn apart, limb by verminous limb, its body stripped down to the bone by the hungry creatures the ship had been transporting to the Dark Apothecary's menagerie aboard the Nullus Beacon. Bone snapped and thirsty tongues lapped up the marrow contained within, sucking each dry before gnawing the last remnants of the rodent's skeleton until there was nothing left.
Outside the ship, firefighting B1 variants doused the svelte shuttle down with water, kicking up a cloud of steam that turned the atmosphere around the ship into a soupy haze. A hydraulic whine sounded as the rear ramp extended, pushing the bottom of the transport up off the deck while exposing the gloomy interior. Small half meter tall shapes scurried out of the dark, leaping over streaming hoses of water with surprisingly agility for something so tiny. The miniature creatures were coated in fuzzy black fur, with large rounded ears that flared out from either side of their heads, and possessed two dark red eyes reminiscent of blood. Somewhat simian, each appeared to have two legs and two arms with opposable thumbs, though they scurried on all fours as they scattered across the hangar in all directions. Some scurried up the hangar walls and disappeared into the rafters, while others darted through open doors leading further into the station. A few even barreled through grated vents connected to the Beacon's ventilation system, disappearing into the air-ducts that ran through the star fortress. The pack of furry creatures disappeared almost as quickly as they appeared, seeking out the dark spaces and recesses hidden throughout the maze like space facility.
Determined to complete their task, the firefighting droids finished hosing down the svelte-class shuttle until it stopped smoking. The B1 droid in charge of inspection carefully made its way inside, manipulating a scanner in its padded metal mitts as it made sure there was no further danger of combustion. Inside it found a half melted sign above one of the now empty beast cages. Reaching up, the droid rubbed away a layer of soot from the sign, exposing the words 'Night Pooba'. Huh. Remarked the B1. What's a Night Pooba? Shrugging, it completing its inspection and sent a report to the appropriate departments.
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