Zalor Anneri
Crew of the Wayward Son
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Post by Zalor Anneri on Feb 27, 2018 20:38:43 GMT -8
--------------------------Seconds later--------------
[Whistle-beep-click]
Suddenly, Artoo remembered that he hadn't yet finished transferring the communications center's data to Tanara. Without Zalor prompting him to do so, he returned to the main console and continued hacking into the console so he could finish transferring the data. When he had finished,
he sent a message to Tanara to confirm that they were okay and they had succeeded in their mission.
"Oh...heh...yeah. Almost forgot about that. Thanks, Artoo. Tanara's probably wondering if we're alright."
Zalor muttered aloud to the droid. The young Jedi seemed exhausted, and didn't really attempt to move from his spot next to the console. Between what had happened at Dantooine, and now this, Zalor had forgotten how strenous combat was, even for a Jedi with full command of the Force.
It wasn't before long, though, that he realized he still had work to do. He needed to update Adi on his situation, and ask if he was needed elsewhere. Although,
by now, surely he and Sinina had succeeded in taking the bridge. He then remembered Vaili and the other members of the Ja'raak Inn staff still huddled aboard the cargo ship they had stolen to get here. He needed to make sure they were alright. Then, there was Jashin. Zalor wasn't finished with the pirate yet. He needed to track him down and have a word with him.
First thing's first, though - Zalor thought to himself - check in with the team leader. Zalor was so used to the team leader on an op being him, he had almost forgotten about Adi. Zalor grabbed his comlink and switched it back on.
::Master Matango, er...Adi, I mean - it's Zalor Anneri. Mission accomplished on our end. All vital systems of the ship are under our control. Assuming you've taken control of the bridge and relieved the ship's command staff of their duties, I'd say we have us a Star Destroyer! Can't believe it.:: Zalor chuckled once again in disbelief. ::At any rate, you can probably sound the all clear to my Inn staff huddled up in the hangar, and send a message to Master Raven on the ground letting her and the others know that they can join us. And, uh...I gotta say, you sure have an interesting idea of having a good time. That's definitely something they left out in the file I have on you in the Jedi Shadows archives.::
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Will Sontir
The Jedi Order
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Post by Will Sontir on Mar 1, 2018 17:56:57 GMT -8
To all ships currently in orbit, this is Jedi Knight Zalor Anneri aboard the First Order Gladiator-class Star Destroyer still in orbit. As of right now, a team of Jedi and Alliance friendly operatives have just officially commandeered this vessel, and we are now in complete control of the ship. Any remaining First Order personnel aboard are either dead, incapacitated, detained - or soon to be one of the above. I have just updated this ship's IFF tags - in the next few minutes, your sensor arrays should be marking this ship as a friendly. We would very much appreciate it if you would not fire on this ship. Thank you for your cooperation.
With his arms still casually crossed and his boots still propped up on the console, Will arches an eyebrow up to the comms as the message came through the public channels. Will's eyes dart down to the scanners. With an impressed frown on his face, the scanners verify the star destroyer as a friendly.
As the YT-2400 passed through the forcefield into the main hangar of the Gladiotor-class star destroyer, Will sat up straight, his eyes scanning the sterile but huge First Order hangar bay for a place to put the light freighter. With rows and rows of undeployed First Order TIEs, Will shrugs and swings the bow to face the barrier it had just past though and began the landing procedures right there in the middle of the hangar. . .
With a thud, the unmarked Corellian freighter touches down, and the Corellian pilot gets up, and toggles the engine to recycle and keep the ship running. He unbottons his black riding jacket, revealing his white tunic, providing some breathing room as he strolls down the corridor and slaps the boarding ramp access pad. Will eyes the lightsaber on his belt for a moment, and decides to unclip off his belt in favor of a DL series blaster pistol off the rack. He holsters it to his hip as he strides out of the ship and into the hangar. .
Red alert strobes continue to through out the hangar, but no personnel are moving around with any haste whatsoever. Will licks his teeth as he moves to the nearest wall map. He loops a thumb on the holster of the pistol while the other rubs the scruff on his cheek, studying the map. After a moment, his finger traces a path from the 'you are here' marker to the control room. Will nods approvingly to himself as he shoves his hands in his pockets and strolls to the control room, whistling his way there. . . .
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Kel'Al Raganella
The Jedi Order - Corellian Jedi Academy
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Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Jun 13, 2018 19:59:11 GMT -8
Long after the battle had concluded, and long after the galaxy's attention had receded from Naboo, the cracks of distrust remained like scars in the psyche of the Royal Navy as they conducted cleanup operations in orbit. Originally, this had started as a recovery effort aimed at the wreckage and the starfighters that the First Order had left behind, but later it moved to simply clearly space debris from the planet's crucial spaceways and orbital defense emplacements. Simultaneously, repair efforts were commenced on the Golan space defense platforms which had taken such a heavy beating from the unexpected attackers. Experts from CEC were flown in specially to oversee the repairs and assess any remaining structural deficiencies from the heavy fire the platforms had taken. After months of effort, Naboo's defenses would soon be reaching 100% operational capacity once more.
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Jacques Hu
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Post by Jacques Hu on Mar 18, 2019 16:02:30 GMT -8
Dropping out of hyperspace near the edge of the system a Minstrel-class space yacht began to drift lazily through space. Not taking any precautions the pilots began to scan the areas surrounding the planet looking for any sign of Imperials. Getting several dozen pings he began to worry that the Imperials had came to Naboo again. Scanning a second time though it appeared that these were the remains of the space battle that took places still being cleaned up.
Confident that it was safe to proceed he reached out to the comms as he flew towards the planet.
Naboo control this is the Commissionaire requesting landing clearance for the Theed Spaceport.
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Krai Essen
The Organization
That which is dead may never die.
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Post by Krai Essen on Apr 30, 2019 11:06:25 GMT -8
Krai, standing at the CIC of the Lost Banshee, watched as the ship exited hyperspace with the three Athabasca-Class Modular Freighters following close behind. Her cold eyes looked over the holo projection of the planet before motioning for the comm officer to patch her through.
This is Krai Essen, representative of the Organization, here with food stuffs and medical supplies for those still suffering on Naboo's surface. Requesting permission to land and administer our aid.
Her voice was even and cold. To the person receiving this message they would likely be able to tell that she was requesting permission as a formality and was likely ordered to 'play nice.'
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Krai Essen
The Organization
That which is dead may never die.
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Post by Krai Essen on May 17, 2019 8:36:58 GMT -8
It seemed this pathetic planet was in more disarray than anticipated. Krai gave the order and Lost Banshee and the freighters descended toward the planet.
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Krai Essen
The Organization
That which is dead may never die.
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Post by Krai Essen on Jun 25, 2019 19:06:23 GMT -8
The Lost Banshee tore from Naboo's orbit along with the freighters it was escorting. @kia would have a beautiful view of Naboo from the observation deck, that is before the white pinpricks that made up it's back drop soon started to elongate and stretch as the ship jumped into hyperspace.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2019 0:23:49 GMT -8
Kia quietly watched from the observation room as the lifted off from the Theed spaceport and made its way into orbit. It was a bit strange not viewing it from the cockpit, but it allowed her the time to truly admire it without also navigating the ship towards away from it. It wasn’t long as the planet grew smaller and smaller until the area around her changed as they made the jump to hyperspace.
It was only a few minutes that she sat there watching the realm go by her before she closed her eyes and let herself slip in meditation. Hopefully the trip would be a short one. Until then, she’d remain here.
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Graemon Gorgano
New Rebel Alliance
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Oct 22, 2019 20:45:26 GMT -8
Kel'Al Raganella Jacques HuAn MC90 Cruiser, designated Vigilance and bearing the emblem of the Corellian Coalition, exited hyperspace over Naboo. Once more, Graemon was sent, alongside Jacques Hu, the former Prime Minister of the Coalition, to negotiate the entry of yet another world. Naboo had a political significance due to the Imperial attack on the planet during the height of the Third Galactic Civil War. "Remember Naboo" had become a battlecry in the waning days of the conflict, but it was not enough in the end. Nonetheless, Naboo was an important world and a great symbol for democracy. Graemon would see this world join the Coalition, who seemed friendly to Corellia in the past.
Graemon looks out the bridge of the Vigilance, seeing that the world had rebuilt, but it could feel the scars left by the Imperials. A terrible day for this planet. After a moment, he turns to Jacques, walking by him to head for an available communication station.Time to make history, Jacques.Graemon gestures to an officer who keys an open channel.=Comms Officer= This is the cruiser, Vigilance, to Naboo Security. I bare a delegation from the Corellian Coalition, led by Graemon Gorgano and Jacques Hu. We desire to negotiate Naboo's entry into the Coalition or a new alliance between our two nations. Do we have permission to land and speak with your leadership?
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Jacques Hu
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Post by Jacques Hu on Oct 23, 2019 0:17:11 GMT -8
Jacques looked at the planet before them. It was odd, he knew that he had been here before. In the early days of the Coalition he had visited Naboo in a bid to have them join the Coalition. Or so he had been told. Jacques had read the itinerary and watched the holovids. His personal journal had been a huge help. Even with all the help though there were still huge gaps in his memory. Ever since he had woken up from the coma that had spelled the end of his leadership of the Coalition he had worked tirelessly to try to unlock parts of his memory without much success.
Hopefully this time the planet would accept the offer.
Taking some time to formulate his sentence the speaker on his chest barked out a simple question.
Do you think they will accept our invitation?
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Kel'Al Raganella
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Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Nov 4, 2019 21:35:36 GMT -8
The arrival of the large Mon Cal style cruiser was carefully tracked by the Royal Navy as it approached the planet. The unnecessary provocation of the Sith against the peaceful world remained a sore memory and a clarion call to watchfulness among the defenders of the planet. Since the collapse of the Republic, the Naboo had taken an independent approach to their own defense, and all outsiders were treated with more suspicion that previously. One exception, however, were Corellians, as their old ally had been one of the few Core worlds to take a genuine interest in the plight of the Naboo during the invasion. Most of the Corellian forces had arrived too late to help, but at least they had come.=RNSF Control=Vigilance, this is Lt. Lagan of the Royal Naboo Security Forces. We are honored by your visit, and you are cleared to land at the Theed Spaceport. There was a brief moment's pause, and a pop or two of static, then he said, A Representative of the Queen will meet you there.[ Graemon Gorgano | Jacques Hu ]
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Nov 4, 2019 22:18:01 GMT -8
With the approval by the Royal Naboo Security Force, a shuttle would disembark from the Vigilance, carrying the two lead diplomats, and their delegation, to the planet's surface. Graemon Gorgano hoped that negotiations would be acceptable to the Queen and the people of Naboo. Though they were a peaceful system, they were still a symbol of democracy and freedom in the galaxy. A bulwark that had seen many notables come from the home and make great names within the galaxy.
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Salvor Argon
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Post by Salvor Argon on Dec 26, 2020 22:35:17 GMT -8
The Starhawk-class Battleship Han Solo exited hyperspace carrying Foreign Minister Salvor Argon and Admiral Renzo Ostrenis
for talks with the Naboo government in order to finalise Naboo's membership of the Coalition. Savlor had a sense of unease as his shuttle approached Theed. Not so long ago something truly horrible occured. An event that would no doubt be etched into the people of this planet's psyche for many years to come. The spectre of that brutal and vile attack would no doubt hang over the discussions...
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Garrek Kanos
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Post by Garrek Kanos on Apr 27, 2022 16:33:45 GMT -8
The aqua-light green globe of Naboo quickly took up the bottom left quarter of Garrek's circular viewport from his TIE Hunter as he spat out from hyperspace. The main hyperspace lanes had small monitoring satellites blinking suspended off oblique angles to notify spaceports below of incoming ships, and the ping never ceases to fail in only a matter of seconds.As his finger instinctively made his way to send his own ship's ping to answer the one sent to his ship, Garrek's eyes immediately began comparing the hue of this world to his homeworld of Chandrila. It was like the same hue, just a bit brighter. Naboo was a lush world, teeming with forests, swamps, crystalline lakes, several vast oceans, and clean skies. Architecture, style, and status were pinnacles of cultural expression. From reports, rumors, and secondhand tellings, it sounded quite posh. Whether it was too posh for him or not had yet to be seen. Couldn't be more grandiose than the former temple of Coruscant...right?His fighter's engines roared past the beacon towards the planet surface.Like clockwork, just before he hit strato, the commlink buzzed to life.::Approaching spacecraft, we read your trajectory from hyperspace lane A6. Please identify yourself, state your intent.::Opening his mic to receive input, he spoke plainly, and professionally.
::This is Jedi Knight Garrek Kanos of Chandrila, callsign "Crux," aboard repurposed TIE Hunter "Palisade," on appointment to meet with an emissary on behalf of Vyra Silara. Requesting permission to land near the Delegation District, by your command.::
The next few seconds were predictably quiet as they accessed scheduled arrivals. His viewport quickly filled from black to a baby blue, sunlit cloudscape as his ship sank further into atmo. Soon enough, as he reached the first layer of cirrus clouds, the commlink returned his query. ::Arrival confirmed. Please proceed to the coordinates we are sending you for Docking Station 37. That's the closest we can get you. Welcome to Naboo, Palisade::
Garrek hinted a small audible smile in his response, expressing cordiality. ::Much appreciated, Tower. Proceeding now, Palisade out.::
Forwarding the coordinates to his navi-computer, it began automatically calculating known latitude and longitude records in accordance with geographical landmarks. Once locked, he pressed forward on his flight wench, enjoying the loudening scream of his Twin Ion Engines behind him rip through the thickening air.
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Baldr Wren
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Post by Baldr Wren on May 12, 2022 16:46:20 GMT -8
Emerging from hyperspace was a Kom'rk-class fighter/transport dubbed Nemesis. Aboard this vessel was a singular man, a Knight of Mando'ade. He was sitting in the pilots' seat with his helmet off, which was placed on the seat beside him.
Baldr looked out the frontal view port of his ship and stared at the wondrous world of Naboo, he continued on a flight path provided to him by his new client. He didn't know much about the person or the group that had wanted to meet with him, expect that they were capable warriors who had suffered a great lose. Baldr notice that the flight path seemed to bypass the inbound and outbound space traffic from the planet. Baldr moved his right hand through his hair and let out a sigh, he then reached over and grabbed his helmet from the passenger seat and placed it back on over his head, a sharp hissing and a few clicking sounds could be heard as his helmet engaged.
The Nemesis quickly began its descent down to the coordinates provided by the potential client, Baldr was eager to see what sort of 'fun' this world could provide him.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Jun 25, 2023 4:44:13 GMT -8
Continued from here.A shrieking red eruption of light signalled the arrival of the Haemonculus Occulori as it entered the Naboo system, rapidly transitioning to sublight speeds as it came out of the turbulent tides of hyperspace, drifting like a sinister eye across the stretch of space between the nearby hyperlane and the planet of Naboo. This unusually modified Lucrehulk-class battleship had a fire blackened hull pitted with spikes, stacked with the corpses of those that had displeased the dread vessels terrible hungering master. They trailed a sparkling mist through space as ice crystals of frozen blood and bits of frosted tissue broke off as the hull shook. Some of the frigid cadavers simply exploded as ethereal starweirds shackled to the hull with Sith iron chains released their awful screams into the void. The meltmassif ore that covered the exterior surface of the core ship pulsated like a brilliant red ruby in space, seeming to split down the centre as a black iris appeared like a dark slash across its surface.Inside the wicked warship, the Dark Apothecary of the Sith Eternal was giving his recent acquaintance Mal'ize a welcoming tour of his mobile monster maker. Dragus was quick to discard the incognito brown robes he had wore on Coruscant, replacing them with a dark robe of black rishii feathers harvested from his altered storm crows. Atop his head he had placed the yellowing bone of a rishii skull cap with its sharp beak curling over the end of his scaly snout. The amethyst gem set in his left socket lit their way through the shadow swathed corridors of the bizarre vessel. He had already shown Ren the beast pens where he housed some of his most fearsome beasts. Even the more sentient beings aboard that served as the mad alchemist's crew had been changed in some way, transformed by the Pater Mutatis' secrete elixir. In fact the vast majority of the ring carrier had been converted into the purpose of housing his menagerie of mutant monstrosities.As his overlong tail swayed back and forth in hypnotic rhythm him, the serrated tail spike capping its end glinted as it occasionally refracted yellow light from tallow candles placed around the ship. The saurian Sith had taken to smoking a long stemmed pipe as he showed his fellow scientifically inclined Sith around his work of wonders, trailing a delightful plume of sense addling carcinogens as he led the female echani into the core ship portion of the lucrehulk, what he referred to as the Occulori. The butchers hooks that served as the black scaled barabel's toe talons scraped perforated steel as they walked along a catwalk overlooking a large pool, as the lower half of the core ship had been modified for the purpose of carrying the sea leviathan the Dark Apothecary had recently created at an SE black-site on Kamino. They ascended on a manually operated repulsor platform to the upper levels of the sphere, past bubbling cauldrons and smoking glassware containing all manner of poison and potion. Eventually they reached a massive gyroscopic contraption with a number of lenses and glowing focusing crystals.
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Ren'Xing
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Post by Ren'Xing on Jun 26, 2023 0:58:03 GMT -8
-It was silent as Ren walked around the room. Her eyes were wide. There were so many magical objects in the room that she could hardly believe her eyes. Each one hummed and glowed with its own energy. Eventually, she turned her attention to the scope. It was a strange, if not entirely bizarre contraption. Odd contraptions were common for their kind.-
“So you really want to know? I guess it’s only fair. The Force has given me two gifts that I suspect the Supreme One senses.”
-Ren looked at him and studied his form. He was curious. She wondered how to tell him. Or rather, if she should tell him. Mastery in an intangible art was not an easy task. She reached up and undid the chain of a necklace that was hidden beneath her clothes. She pulled out a strange, octagonal locket and handed it to him. It looked to be made out of some dark, grey stone encased in a silvery metal.-
“I made this. A long time ago. It’s a focusing iris.”
-She allowed him to look at it in the air, but stopped him from taking it from her. Instead, she turned towards his scope and slid it into a spot that seems like it was made for it. Strangely, if not bizarrely and unexplainably placed there by the maker. When she finished, she stepped away and walked to the other side of the room. There was an old, rusted desk there. At first glance, one can tell that it had been largely ignored in the room despite having been there for years. There was piles of parchments, bottles and jars of specimens sitting on top of it. It was likely just being used as a makeshift bookshelf. Ren ran her hand over it, her fingers found a parcel wrapped with brown cloth and twine. It was wrapped in the same material as the package she carried with her on her back. She returned to Dragus and handed it to him.-
“For you.”
-The package was addressed to him, but it was post-marked over a decade ago. Whenever he opened it, he would find a rather hideous-looking garment that resembled an oversized sock. At the end of it was a strange device.-
“I made that too. I guess one can call it a tail sweater, and what commoners call a s.e.l.f.i.e. Stick. Lightweight armoring, it will keep you both warm and impervious to blaster bolts. It is resistant to heat, shattering and to the cold.”
-she let out a chuckle. “I can imagine that you’ll use for it. I am a servant of the Sith and master metallurgy alchemist.”
She made a gesture in the air as if she was grasping at wisps in the air.
“The Force…. Shows me what’s to come. I knew I’d come here, one day. I knew that the Supreme One would come looking for me.”
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Jun 26, 2023 6:23:20 GMT -8
With his right claw resting on the head of his saber-cane, the Dark Apothecary hunched forwards and stared at the curious bauble the echani woman had presented for his inspection. The rakatan ocular implant set in his left eye socket pulsated with an unnatural arcane light. The sophisticated and barely understood piece of ancient technology often could detect what his natural and ethereal senses could not. He nodded as his snout leaned in, only a few inches from Mal'ize unique creation. Wisps of narcotic smoke blew from his nostril slits as he straightened his posture.
Suffice it to say the saurian Sith was quite surprised when Ren presented him with a gift, though pleasantly so, as expressed by the way his lips curled into a vile expression of sinister delight and the scaled brow of his natural eye narrowed greedily. Without hesitation his claws tore into the parcel until the conveniently pre-delivered hand-knitted garment was revealed before him. The black scaled barabel wasted little time sliding it over the end of his tail, careful not to slice it apart on the sharpened spike capping its end as he placed it over his elongated scaly fifth appendage. It was quite cozy against his scales and when he maneuvered the overlong scaly extension protruding from his backside he found he was able to easily angle the selfie stick in front of his feather clad form to take action-shots at leisure. He held two claws up in a mock peace sign before snapping a photo. Fortunately the camera was analog so the second he took a photo, a polaroid image printed out. Dragus snagged the developing picture and gave it a shake, watching as the image became clearer. Satisfied, he tucked the photograph away into his robe, likely to later be scrapbooked when time permitted.
"Absssolutely fabulouz!" He hissed in obvious delight, taking a few more puffs from his paw-carved pipe of Pzobian oak, his mood clearly elevated by the potent variety of darkside altered spice. "Well aren't you sssweet, Mal'ize. I knew there waz a reassson I hadn't eaten you yet." He offered another nod of his snout as he mused aloud. "And a fellow alchemissst az well? Truly the Eye providez for itz mossst devoted ssservant."
Something she said at the end there intrigued him. Assuming her words were true, it was likely she possessed some prophetic ability with the Force. Over the course of his many adventures around the galaxy he had become acquainted with all manner of oracle and prophet, from the most lowly hedge witch or wizened crone, to the heights of the Sith infamy such as his brother Havok, Dread Seer of the Eye. To this day the Famine Lord had never met anyone as attuned to the skeins of fate as his beloved brother, though such gifts had a price, especially when pushed to the extreme. It was part of the reason Dragus had not turned to his brother for aid after returning to the galaxy after his decade long hiatus. As powerful as Havok's foresight was, it came at a terrible cost, binding his brother to the very aegis of time. The Dread Seer was often aloof, his spirit split between a million different moments all at once, a splintered soul scattered across the timeline experiencing multiple realities simultaneously. It made it difficult to hold a conversation with Havok for more than a few moments at most. In any event, Mal'ize's potential Seeress abilities were worth probing into, perhaps once time permitted.
Leading her back aboard the repulsor platform, the Blood Wyrm manipulated the controls, descending a series of open floors yet again as they floated through the interior of the Occulori. The hovering lift touched down on the blood and brine stained floor of a hangar bay containing a large rounded but still somewhat boxy vehicle, twenty meters long from nose to stern. It appeared to be an Aquatic Terrain Armoured Transport, also known as an AT-AT swimmer, albeit this one had clearly undergone some extensive modification. Tinker rats could be seen hurry-scurrying around the rusted hull of the submersible transport Dragus had found sitting at the bottom of a trash heap on Hypori, plasma welding the last few Sith iron spikes to the armour plating, effectively transforming the underwater vehicle into a mechanical blowfish. The exterior hull had been fire-blackened by warlock enginseers with flame cannons for that carbon scored look, which also helped cover up some of the sections weakened by rust.
"Allow me to introduce you to the 'Drugon'." He rasped proudly, gesturing towards the submersible with a sweep of his left claw, trailing purple smoke from the pipe pinched between his talons. "Originally an Imperial sssubmersible, the tinker ratz of Clan Russstrot have been working around the clock to modify it for the mission at hand, improving the desssign with a combination of dark ssscience and clever rat-engineering." He led her through the ventral airlock and into the back compartment of the vehicle, which appeared more apothecaries shop than troop compartment. Shelves and tables lined the walls, replete with all manner of scientific device and and peculiar instrument. "Once we're in posssition the Occulori will detach from the ring carrier and dessscend to the sssurface, entering the waterz of Naboo. From there we'll releassse the sssea leviathan, reasssonably clossse to one of the underwater gungan settlementz. Then you and I shall follow along and obssserve from the sssafety of the Drugon. I've already taken the liberty of applying an alchemical agent to the hull to make the sssubmersible unpalatable to the creature in case the gunganz are not enough to sssate itz appetite. I haven't had the opportunity to tessst it yet, but I am confident it should work. Almossst certain."
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Ren'Xing
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Post by Ren'Xing on Jun 27, 2023 0:29:13 GMT -8
[/span]reassson I hadn't eaten you yet. And a fellow alchemissst az well? Truly the Eye providez for itz mossst devoted ssservant."
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“Thank you, I think. Not being eaten is always a good place to be.”
Her brow knotted. Was he joking? She shrugged to herself, not really knowing. It was true that her abilities as a Seer were almost unparalleled when she was still in training. Her visions were clear to her, not muddled in absurdities or possibilities like the others. She studied his reptilian face. She didn’t know what to make of his expression. Either he was amused or intrigued or both.
“Let me stop you right there so I can answer your questions. Yes, I do know. No, I won’t tell you. Yes, I can see that far. It’s as clear as any memory. Yes, the meeting with the Supreme One will go well, anticipate a rather large upgrade to our facilities a decade from now. Yes, I said ‘ours.’ No, I can’t tell you how it goes exactly because I really can’t remember. And if you must know, it’s more annoying than anything. I can’t tell apart what is a memory or what is a glimpse into the future. I always get those two confused.. past. Future.”
She looked flustered. She hated how others reacted when we she said that. Some were intrigued. Others were fearful. She had no control of what the Force showed her. Only that it showed her bizarre glimpses of things and events 10 years into the future. No more than 10 years and no less.
“That sounds exciting. Lead the way. But I must admit, these biologicals are not my strong suit. Before you ask, yes we do work together. No, not in the same place. None of your creations will be able to tolerate being in my lab. The temperatures that will be generated in my lab are too great for organics to tolerate. There are some of our kind that mastered flesh crafting with metals and flesh, I never bothered. It’s too messy dealing with organics. I don’t like cleaning up dung either. Most that I’ve dared to venture into the topic was metallic plants.”’
She walked over to a nearby chair and sat down. It was like having a one sided conversation with herself with her answering her own questions.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Jun 27, 2023 6:34:35 GMT -8
As expected the verminous minions of the Famine Lord brought his precious Haemonculus Occulori to the edge of orbit, wresting with the tide of gravity as the Lucrehulk anchored just beyond its pull. The last of the broken ice crystals settled in a sparkling mist around the sinister looking vessel, while shackled starweirds sated their appetites on frozen limbs broken off from the mulched cadavers collected on the carriers spikes surface. Blaring red strobe lights flashed across the surface of the ring carrier followed by a chemical expulsion of gas as the core ship portion of the Lucrehulk separated from the ring carrier. The glowing orb covered in ruby red meltmassif dropped towards the surface like a stone thrown at a pond, flames building across its hull as the atmosphere resisted its approach, until its repulsor lift system kicked in and the pulsating orb's rapid descent slowed, streaking towards a swampy region of the planet.Our villains journey continues here.
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