Prophet C'thyl
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Dec 2, 2020 4:34:06 GMT -8
Omegon's shuttle, parked down on the forest moon, alerted the Shard to the presence of ships in orbit. Transmissions from the vessels were searching for droids. Omegon, down on Endor's surface, decided to make contact.
::I am here. What do you seek?::
He was interested in the mind or minds behind such a search, their reasons for such a search might provide him leads to his own search for answers, mostly about the Force itself.Prophet C'thyl
No. This answer came from an intelligent being. Perhaps not even an actual droid.
This was most likely because they were here. What the Prophet had tasked them to find.
::Greetings oh Great One::, one of the pilots hailed the unknown being,::We have traveled far across the stars to find an entity, which was fortold by the Prophet, the herald of gods. Are you such an entity?::
Of course the possibility of this whole thing being a fraud was always given. Unlike the Ewoks on the surface, the human and Quarren cultists were harder to convince of deities than the regular tribe folk.
Or at least they tended to believe more, when these god-like entities were on their side.
::If so, we would establish contact with you and the great leader of the Dominion. The Dark is strong within him, for he shows us the way.::
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Post by Omegon on Dec 2, 2020 5:59:12 GMT -8
Omegon was intrigued by the response. Great one. Omegon liked the sound of that form of address. Foretold? That could only be related to the Force, which was Omegon's primary area of interest, for though it could collate and examine huge amounts of information, it was still learning to feel, and about the Force. The Dark was further intrigue and interest to the superintelligence, for it was not a particularly nice being. It knew of the Dark Side of the Force, a pathway to many abilities some considered to be unnatural.
::Yes.
Your leader's offer is accepted. Where does one find this Prophet?:: That seemed an acceptable way to address the offer of the group's leader, who was the master of these underlings. Omegon did not like to deal with underlings, though often accepted it as a necessary struggle.
Omegon 's task on Endor was near completion, and it knew it could return at any time should it require more of these Ewok primitives. A visit to this potential dark master put all other considerations on hold, regardless. Omegon wished to learn.Prophet C'thyl
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Dec 2, 2020 8:00:15 GMT -8
A brief pause followed, before the cultists would give through another transmission.
::The Prophet, Triarch C'Thyl, holds the domain of Dac, also known as Mon Calamari, now that he has extinquished the last stenches of rebellion against the will of the gods and reformed the Quarren Dominion into a power, worthy to battle rival empires. We shall give you the coordinates, though the Prophet has tasked us to provide you shelter aboard our Providence-class cruiser, should you prefer a safer journey towards our territory. For the dangers of the void have many faces.::
In the distance of Endor's orbit a dark-coloured Quarren cruiser of the afore mentioned ship class would enter the system, slowly and menacing like a shark with most of the lights aboard either shut down or flickering. Given that the cultist's mission was so far a success their ship would order back the controllships, once the foreign entity has made a decision.
The ship itself had its shield and weapon systems deactivated, as solely the light of its engines indicated that it wasn't a derilict cruiser, powered by a skeleton crew.Omegon
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Omegon
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Post by Omegon on Dec 2, 2020 8:22:52 GMT -8
Omegon considered the further offer. It sounded exactly like what he was searching for. The offer of safe passage was also welcome, though it didn't have enough data on whether to trust this Quarren Dominion or not. It didn't factor into the decision, Omegon's shuttle could blast its way out of the hangar bay should this be a trap.
::Your offer of shelter is accepted. Prepare to recieve my shuttle.::
The Shard's droid body carried it back across Endor's surface to where the Shuttle was landed. Omegon left instructions to the Ewoks under its command to continue to recruit other Ewoks to the cause, but not to provoke anything until it returned. Satisfied that its orders would be obeyed, it lifted from Endor in the shuttle and approached the dark Providence-Class cruiser, broadcasting no IFF, but being the only shuttle currently lifting from Endor.Prophet C'thyl
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Dec 2, 2020 8:54:53 GMT -8
The Providence-class vessel would eventually allow their passenger vessel to come aboard, with the shuttle having massive space to choose where to actually land. The hangar bay itself was sparse, as most present ships where either the smaller droid controll vessels or a few Quarrenese fighter starfighter designs. Cloaked figures would oversee the work on the ship, as few individuals, presumably slaves were manually transfering cargo from one place to another.
Aside from the Dominion's regular troopers, clothed in black plastoid armour, similiar to the tones of Stormtroopers, these poor souls were overlooked by a kraken-like droid vessel, which reacted briefly, as it noticed the droid body, before it would continiue to oversee the slaves.
The hangar itself had already a quite eerie atmosphere with most sparse noises of steps and machinery echoeing through the large hall, as one of the cultists would wait for the arrival of their new guest.
"Welcome aboard the Pale Moray", the individual in question spoke up, once Omegon would leave their shuttle, "The master offers this ship and those it inhabits to your command. Our journey will be a long one, yet our allies are many within the galaxy. With your permission we shall depart towards the Mon Calamari system, where you shall find the answers you seek."Omegon
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Post by Omegon on Dec 2, 2020 9:58:50 GMT -8
The flight up was a short one. Omegon decided to take the risk of exiting his craft, and stomped down the boarding ramp, wondering what these organics thought of his aurodium-plated YVH droid form. He doubted droids figured highly in what most beings imagined in a herald of the gods. Still, it would be useful to examine the ship and its crew if nothing else.
A robed figure waited for Omegon and greeted him as he exited into the spacious hangar. He noted the droids and armoured troopers, and noded at the greeting.
::Take us to Mon Cala.:: Omegon ordered.
It would amuse Omegon to tour the ship, walking the halls and overseeing the crew and other inhabitants while the vessel took them from Endor to Mon Calamari.Prophet C'thyl
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 27, 2021 18:46:11 GMT -8
Slipping quietly into the space surrounding the forested moon of Endor a Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft quickly passed through orbit making it's way to the surface
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 27, 2021 19:37:39 GMT -8
Entering orbit with in the same non-aggressive with which they came, the crew of the Hand Maid Tail left Endor with full bellies, a few more friends and only having murdered a few the eating insects. Alem muttered to Shakk -Alem- "Well that was pleasant." To which her sister replied sharply - Shakk- "Yeah, thanks to Gid's droid, or we would have been toast. Literally." And as the ship dove into hyperspace the two shared some hearty laughter
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Post by Dragus on Apr 24, 2022 6:11:34 GMT -8
Swirling bands of blue gave way to a vast blanket of star speckled black as a violent wedge of metal and science emerged from a hyperspace wormhole and entered the system, rapidly slowing from light speed travel to reveal a Tagge battlecruiser, albeit one with a...unique, aesthetic. The Terentatek was a thing of terror, conjured from the darkside addled mind of the Sith Eternal's dark apothecary. Black as the void, marred by numerous crustaceous growths of space barnacles and the like, and covered in jutting spikes. To most it was horrifying to behold, though in the eyes of the mad alchemist that currently commandeered it, nothing could be more beautiful. The war machine circled the vast gas giant that dominated the system, seeking one moon among nine, a sphere covered in lush forest and home to a race related to the celestials themselves. Unopposed, the heavy destroyer found the precious orb it sought and took up an orbiting position, taking synchronous anchor.
Draped in layers of man-flesh hand stitched to form a decorative robe of flayed faces, a serpentine being of black scale and far too many teeth awoke from spice induced sleep, uncoiling the unusually long tail that encircled his lower half. Saurian lids rose to expose orbs the colour of blood, while wisps of poisoned breath blew from sensitive nostril slits. The Hungering One let out a yawn, souring the air on the bridge with the rancid stench of rotting meat. As his wide maw narrowed, once more concealing the rows of curved incisor that filled his mouth, a fork tongue snaked out from between black lips to flick the air, shaking loose crimson flecks. Rising from the corner of the bridge serving as something of a nest, He-Who-Hungers approached the main view screen that dominated the deck, gripping the metal floor with overlong toe talons. A glint refracted from the serrated metal spike capping the barabel's tail, glistening beneath the bridge lights to reveal an oily toxin coated surface, the blade swaying with every sweep of the drake's fifth appendage. Ranats scurried across the deck, garbed in tattered rags soiled with all manner of filth, fretting from one station to the next in seemingly utter chaos. An especially greasy dark furred rodent with scabrous flesh stood on its hind legs beside the saurian Sith, gnawing upon the stump of its tail where the tip was missing. Its beady eyes flicked between the screen and its master, whiskers twitching as it waited for the Great Devourer to finally speak.
"The Foressst Moon, sssacred sssoil almossst as blesssed az holy Pzob." Hissed the devilish draconian, misting the air with blood with every rasped syllable. "Home to the descendantz of the celestialz. My home, though I have never ssset foot upon it. It iz written into my very DNA by that wretched creature whossse blood I share, for thiz waz hiz home firssst."
Next to the serpentine lord, the verminous creature chittered incessantly in fast paced rat-speak that even a versed linguist such as Dragus struggled to interpret, though he showed no sign of it. Lips spread wide in a rictus grin, the saurian nodded his snout, before raising a clawed hand and scratching his scaly chin with a finger talon.
"What are we doing here?" He rasped quizzically. "A good quessstion, Squeakerz. I have decided the time iz right to liberate my people from the tyranny of the dulokz. There iz alssso an ample sssupply of material for my experimentz, or at leassst that'z what I'll tell the Council of Ssseven. Maybe throw in sssomething about how thiz waz where Palpatine met hiz end and thuz iz sssacred ground. They like that sssort of thing."
Releasing the gnawed upon stub of his wiry tail, Squeakers made another series of points that the black scaled barabel appeared confused about. The Hungering One's brow furrowed and his powerful tail thumped the deck, clanging as the tail blade struck metal and elicited a shower of hot sparks.
"Exegol? Never heard of it. I'm fairly certain that waz all jussst a terrible dream that resssulted from eating sssome bad fish. Kaminoanz..." He growled, plucking a rancid morsel of meat from between his teeth. "...too sssynthetic tasssting. Even their gutz have a foul flavour." Then without further adieu he slapped his claws together with a loud clap that rang across the bridge. "Enough chatter. To the hangar, Squeakerz. There iz work to be done."
Departing the deck via the connecting turbolift, the duo of drake and rodent descended down to the hangar where the monstrous host of the Great Devourer's horde was preparing to descend upon the Forest Moon. Armoured transports bursting with a verminous tide of ranats and all manner of scaled beast rose from the increasingly fouled deck, for though it was fairly new the greasy layer forming on its metallic surface was quickly taking on a life of its own. Warm winds blown by powered repulsor engines spread sour scents around the hangar, greeting the Famine Lord's nostril slits as the lift doors retracted and the rat and serpent entered the large room. TIE variants of a wide spectrum screeched out of the massive pit of black serving as the hangar door, their twin ion engines screaming violently into the airless void. Dragus lifted his snout as a TIE Avenger was maneuvered overhead on a massive industrial conveyor. He had always liked that model. By the time the two had finally arrived at the ramp of the armoured transport they'd be riding to the surface, the saurian was practically ecstatic, his tail sweeping quickly from side to side in a clear display of pleasure. His vile aura encompassed the craft, eliciting fear from the ranats that shared the rear compartment with them, while causing the ssither to hiss and drip poison from exposed fangs as they were worked into a frenzy. He-Who-Hungers joined them in their hissing, adding his own reptilian rasp to the mix as he flicked his tongue and bared his dagger filled maw.
Dropping into the deep black, the gamma-class assault shuttle exited the hangar and descended towards the surface of the Forest Moon. Their destination? The old imperial outpost. It would suit their needs while they gained their bearings and explored the wilderness.
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Post by Tarfang on Feb 24, 2023 7:30:22 GMT -8
A bright flash winked into existence as an extensively modified HWK-290 emerged from hyperspace, streaking across the black star speckled tapestry of space as it rapidly decelerated to sublight speeds. Mechanical hands belonging to an OOM pilot droid gripped the control yoke, guiding the nimble courier around the awkward gravity of the gas giant that dominated the star system.BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP! "Five more minutes, momma." Grumbled Captain Tarfang, roused from pleasant dreams by his cabin's alarm. Turning over in his bunk, the elderly ewok rubbed the vestiges of sleep from his only remaining eye, squinting as he looked over at the panel which provided him with the same information his faithful pilot droid, Chippy, could see in the cockpit. Slowly the old captain eased himself up, his bones popping and creaking with every movement, sending an all too familiar ache throughout his worn and weathered furry frame. He reached a paw towards his cane, which was little more than a gnarled branch with a knotted head. Gently he slid off the side of the bed until he felt his paws touch the cold metallic floor, sending a shiver up his crooked spine. Muttering a few curses he had learned from a school of Mon Calamari sailors, he limped towards the cockpit, but not before first stopping at the freighter's pantry nook to pour himself a steaming hot cup of stim-caf. Holding the warm porcelain mug beneath his button nose, he drew in a deep breath of the fragrant beverage, instantly feeling more alert. Shortly thereafter he hobbled into the cockpit and took a seat in the cracked leather co-pilots chair. Pressing a button on the side, the seat rose so that Tarfang was at equal level with Chippy, and now able to see over the dashboard at the transparasteel window. He took a sip from his drink before clearing his throat with a wet phlegmy cough."Well, there she is." He said, somewhat more chipper than he had been moments ago. "Home." "No vessels or orbital structures detected on the scanners, Captain." The grumpy old bear looked over at his pilot droid, scowling at the automaton, before taking another swig of hot synthetic bean water. "I should hope not, Chippy. There's not much out here for most folks to take an interest in. Just as well, I'm not in the mood for company. Have you jettisoned the communications beacon yet?" "Standby." Said the OOM pilot droid, tapping its left metal hand pad on the dashboard controls. A 'woosh' sounded as the device was evacuated, floating past the cockpit window a moment later. "Beacon away.""Good. That'll help Mal find us if he's of mind to follow. I feel a little bad leaving him behind like that, but well, family comes first. I think he understood that. Besides, he said he had something to take care of. Mandalorian business." He shrugged. "Whatever that means. Anyways, Chip, take us into the atmosphere and lay in a course for Bright Tree Village. The East side, please. I don't want us parked anywhere near Paploo's hut. Last time we visited he made off with our chin turret. I'm not made out of credits." "Roger-Roger." Replied Chippy, easing the nose of the Drunken Mynock into the atmosphere of the forest moon, causing the deck beneath their feet to vibrate."Be a lad and turn the inertial compensator up an extra 5%. It's a sore kinda day, if you know what I mean." The ship vanished from sight as it dipped beneath the clouds.
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Post by Kline Hannibal on Mar 15, 2023 11:31:21 GMT -8
High above the forest moon of Endor, out from the stars beyond a ship came rocketing out of hyperspace as it suddenly appeared. The ship lurched violently as it shook throughout the vessel as its emergence from hyperspace was anything but gentle. The ship was experiencing unknown engine trouble and had been forced out of hyperspace high above the forest moon. The captain was trying all he could to keep the ship from wanting to just shut off and take a long nap, leaving them stranded above the moon. Though all he could do at the moment was pilot the ship towards the moon for he already had somebody looking at the problem down in maintenance. Even still what he was hearing back from the two droids was not very promising.
And so without much warning, he began to make a bit of a speedy approach towards the atmosphere of the forest moon, that was a little faster than he would like. Onboard the ship, the captain didn’t know what else he could do but attempt to land for there was no resident astromech droid to send out and the ship lacked any vac suit to go out himself to try and find the problem. The two DUM-Series Pit Droids who were down in maintenance trying to fix the problem sounded like they were arguing more than fixing anything over the captain’s headset. So with a heavy sigh he ordered his Bulk-Loading droid to make sure everything was secured in the cargo hold for he was sure this was going to be a bumpy ride.
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