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Post by Whill Shaman Nyx on Apr 7, 2013 4:02:29 GMT -8
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Nov 6, 2013 13:27:01 GMT -8
Post by L???? ?o R?? on Nov 6, 2013 13:27:01 GMT -8
Five years ago today. Or sixty months to the day, if you prefer. That was the day that Akuma Sin'Kaji died and Lapay no Ken was born. Should we light up some candles, eat some cake?
He had come in search of the beacon of darkness on the station and had been seduced by Ryu's complicated words of power and compelling speech into abandoning his first goal of killing all of the dark siders there. He had been convinced that he was weaker, that he should learn under Ryu's wing and attempt to kill him at a later date, true to the Sith traditions. What a joke of a time that had been.
In the first month, Seleevan Khar came to Ison. The ensuing fight between him, Ryu, Solus, and Ken resulted in evacuation of the station to space. At that time, Ryu had left The Darkness on the station and a comlink beside Ken's unconscious body when he abandoned his apprentice in the darkness of the broken-down station. Thus ended the apprenticeship. But out of spite, Ken kept the name. The name Lapay could be made strong, but not by Ryu. Everyone left the station except for Ken himself.
In the fourth month, a team of Jedi led by Arn Hart came to explore the station. Ken retreated into the uncharted areas of the station and remained undetected.
In the eighth month, the Solomon Empire came to Ison. But its presence did not persist.
In the fifteenth month, he discovered the core of Ison Station. It was surrounded by a cloud of darkness which is the manifestation of the dark nexus there. Ken was unable to pierce the veil.
In the sixteenth month, he used Telekinesis to pull an orbiting piece of junk from the debris field into the path of an arriving ship, destroying it with no survivors. Actually, one survivor made it to the station. But Ken slew him without trouble. A half-asleep man starved of oxygen on his knees in the hangar bay, overcome with relief, puts up no resistance.
In the twenty-third month, he contemplated to learn Form III: Soresu, in order to supplement his Shien in terms of defensive prowess. But he was unsuccessful at mastering it without a proper holocron from which to learn.
In the forty-second month, Ken succeeded in breaking through the shell of darkness and entering the station core which had belonged to Quaestor Verus. He was changed. It was after this that he gave his lightsaber the name, "Akuma", after himself as he was before. It was also after this that the idea to leave the station first entered his mind.
In the fifty-seventh month, he made repairs on The Darkness, which had remained essentially untouched during his time here. The repairs took him one month.
In the fifty-ninth month, he proceeded one last time into the center of Ison station. There he found the gauntlet for his left hand and discovered its hidden power, and took it for himself, giving it the name "Aiken".
This is where we come to the contemporary time. Ken, in the cockpit of The Darkness, preparing to depart from the hanger. His purpose is simple: to bring his former master to shame by achievements that he himself shall make in his own right. He is strong, he is independent. In fact, he thinks to himself, being liberated from the shackles of his master is the best thing to have happened.
"Isn't that right? I am already free because of this. If I were still with Ryu, I wouldn't be free. So...the goal of all Sith...is already in my grasp."
The YT-1930's engines warm up as he prepares to leave these sixty months a distant memory.
Or five years, if you prefer.
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Nov 30, 2017 21:17:22 GMT -8
Post by Janos Galfridian on Nov 30, 2017 21:17:22 GMT -8
They had to alter their plans. The crater had proven a good spot, but a weakness in the EM field high above allowed far too much space radiation in. Instead, they chose a cliff face situated in a series of winding canyons. Excavator droids dug tunnels, and the fusion-formers made smooth and hardened roadways right behind the digging machines. A good number of these tunnels were closed off and used as habitation areas for the Partisan force. Meanwhile, the massive Civil construction droid ate away at the cliff face, slowly turning the innards of the cliffside into a respectable base. It was slow going; magnetic containment field generators had to be spaced just so, and large life support units filled the vast spaces with livable temperatures and breathable air. Among the areas under construction were hangar bays, barracks, defensive and fortified positions, and much, much more. In the interim, the ships that they did have were hooked together using cofferdams to augment the livable space - with organic crews working round the clock to get the makeshift base up and operational.
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Dec 24, 2023 9:53:07 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on Dec 24, 2023 9:53:07 GMT -8
Haven, a small mountain community in the middle of nowhere on a planet rarely visited in a system shrouded in a veil of gaseous nebula wisps from a bleeding star. Self sufficient, more out of necessity than desire, the town was a quaint and peaceful place occupied largely by a human population that had not been visited since the days of the Galactic Civil War. Seemingly forgotten by the rest of the galaxy, it was here in this most isolated place that Darth Astera of the Sith Eternal set her sinister sights.A midnight blue Arquitens-class command cruiser dominated the sky, descending through a thick layer of clouds that swallowed light and bathed the charming settlement in grey. Every rooftop of the rustic village was covered in a foot of white snow, its cobblestone streets lit by oil lamps and its homes by candlelight. The people here were kind, looking out for one another, fearful of what they didn't know. So it was no wonder that they barred their doors and slammed their window shutters closed as a lambda shuttle emerged from the hangar of the Frost Queen hovering in the sky, descending towards the open square at the centre of this quiet mountain town. The reflective doonium hull of the shuttle refracted the orange lamp light and kicked up a curtain of billowing snow as its repulsors lowered it to the ground, landing struts extending from its underside and scrapping the interlocking brick, lowering a boarding ramp to the ground with a mechanical whine even as the engines began to power down. A beautiful frigid goddess in a shimmering blue fur lined dress strode down the ramp, accompanied by two crimson armoured NJ1 Sith Troopers carrying ST-W48 blaster carbines in their gamma-plast gauntlets. "There is no cause for alarm, good villagers." She lied in a melodic voice. "We come in peace, bearing gifts from nearby Roon." Striding down the ramp was a seemingly less beneficent being, as Darth Astera's daughter appeared in her black carapace Sith Knight armour, her raven hued locks swaying in the winter wind, lips barely held back from a snarl. She took after her father, sadly, who for now shall remain unnamed. There were rumours of course, with perhaps some hints of truth as to how the Director received her position on the SE Council of Seven, none of which had been officially confirmed. Despite her daughter's dark demeanor, the towns people in thrall to the Lady of Winter soon found themselves drawn closer as Astera's daughter opened a chest she held in two black gloved hands, revealing a wealth of runestones and flame jewels fished from the sea of Roon. The deceitful Ice Queen welcome the villagers forward and offered each of them a gift and an encouraging word, quickly winning them over with charm and deception befitting a Lady of the Sith.
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Post by Dragus on Jan 9, 2024 8:28:25 GMT -8
Location: Ison Corridor | Ison (Ison System) | Village of Haven Just outside the isolated idyllic little town of Haven high in the mountains on the desolate world of Ison, a planet shrouded in a nebulous veil from a bleeding white star, massive Sith groundborers burrowed into the frozen earth as they tunneled deep beneath the icy crust. Stone and minerals were ground up into a slurry like pulp, while sophisticated mechanics and a small army of droid laborers extracted the most useful elements, harvesting an untapped wealth of resources hidden beneath the snow covered peaks. In her guise as the benevolent Winter Queen, Darth Astera eased the worry of the townspeople, who were unused to industry of any sort taking place so close to their quaint and peaceful village. The villagers kept their distance from her daughter, however, whose dark attire and menacing eyes seemed to deter the common folk from even so much as glancing in her direction. She took after he mother in this way, as the Director of Advanced Technology was a most cold soul, despite all outward appearance due to her current disguise. An underground network was carved and hollowed out, large enough to install a lab and workshop, which was summarily lowered and loaded into the space in a number of shuttle trips to and from the Frost Queen still hovering in the sky over the mountain town. Viper probes had been launched from the Arquitens-class command cruiser, shooting out in all directions to form a data network of useful information, ranging from weather reports to interesting geological formations.Astera herself had taken residence in a cozy cottage on the edge of town, linked to her secret base by a password coded turbolift concealed within the log lined structure. The gifts continued to come, dispelling any concern the locals might have had as avarice and lusty greed swayed their hearts in the Director's favour. Most of them were just as happy not to know what she was up to. After all, who would seek a home for themselves in the middle of a nowhere settlement on the borders of civilized space? Suspicious, but not foolish, they knew ignorance was bliss. Beneath the ground, alloys and raw ore were collected and processed into useable materials, while a great blast-forge was assembled using supplies sent to the Lady of the Sith's lunar workshop on Roon. She had to piece together this last portion by herself, as the arcane mechanisms went beyond simple science and technology, delving deep into the realm of sorcery and ancient lore. She marveled at the blackstone, each polished brick carefully quarried in the darkside tainted region of the forest of Pzob known as the Deep Woods, extracting from the cursed ground by the labour of the blood eyed night ewoks that dwelt there. The strange substance seemed to be psychically attuned, able to capture Force energy like a crystal, or the ebon stones the Rakata created millennia ago. Perhaps it was the same. She had no way of verifying so without a sample of each to study.Already she could feel the pull from the dark heart of the forge, leaching life energy from its surroundings and fatiguing even her considerable reserves of strength. Astera looked up at the ceiling, her thoughts dwelling on the villagers going about their business above. In time they would feel the effect as well, as their spiritual essence was slowly drained over a period of years, stealing their years and greying their flesh. It would consume them, bit by bit, leaving only hollow shadows in the place where life once prospered, transforming them all into ghouls and wraiths. But that wasn't her concern. She'd only been asked to establish this outpost, not worry about its future. Smiling wickedly to herself, Darth Astera set the last stone in place and stood, awakening the forge with a discharge of Force Lightning from her gloved right hand. Ghostly blue flames erupted from the centre of the pit, burning brightly and blistering hot. As she stared into the flames, she swore she could see the faces of the townspeople, slivers of their souls now trapped in the hellish fires of the forge. |
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Post by Dragus on Jan 14, 2024 7:16:08 GMT -8
Bight flashes blossomed in the winter clouds as something massive drifted through the sky, descending through a white curtain of nebulous wisps as it passed from the cold void into the atmosphere, causing blue electrical forks to crackle against a forming hull during its passage towards the surface. It took the shape of a large obsidian pyramid, four thousand meters across, slowly drifting towards the same mountains where the isolated village of Haven was located. Snow birds cawed and squawked in the sky as the Freedon-class Star Pyramid hovered on giant repulsor engines that road a deafening curtain of air, requiring immense levels of power generation to keep something so large afloat inside a planet's gravity. It held position next to a jagged cliff-face of ice and rock, largely inaccessibly at its high altitude overlooking mountain valleys below. Armour plated hangar doors near the base of the floating obelisk retracted to reveal the dimly lit inside, exposing hideous rodent shapes as tinker rats and warlock enginseers of Clan Rustrot positioned a industrial mining laser into position. A goggled hench-rat sat in the pilot seat of the laser, manipulating a joystick in its gnarled paw to take aim at the exposed cliff-face. When the device was aligned, the rodent pulled the trigger and a massive green beam of emerald fire erupted from the spinning drill and burrowed deep into the side of the mountain, melting through ice and flash evaporating water to vapour that escaped the forming tunnel from the mouth of the hole in curtains of steam. Rock super-heated and boiled to liquid, before that too was vaporized and a near-seamless path was burrowed deep into the heart of Mount Dragerest.Inside the Maw, the pyramid shaped battlecruiser of the Famine Lord that served also a mobile city for his wicked mutant menagerie, gangs of storm-vermin lashes brutish towering ranat-ogres who lumbered towards the hangar carrying massive quarried blocks of Pzobian blackstone. Under the supervision of Warlord Skeer Grimspine, the verminous forces of Clan Skrittlespike began to assemble a landing pad and bulwark spire at the mouth of the still steaming cavern, working diligently to assemble a fortified sally-port with a Sith iron portcullis. While the Children of Decay built a sinister structure into the side of the mountain, side hangars in the dread vessel peeled apart to release wide winged Arkanian dragons from the bowels of the warship, ridden by ghoulish rat-wraiths in barbed iron and shadowy black cloaks that flapped in the wind. Half in this world and half in the next, the bite of the artic cold didn't seem to trouble the spectral vermin. As they took to the air, the dark scaled repto-avians drew nervous looks from the locals in the nearby village of Haven, who had never seen such terrifying creatures in their peaceful skies before. The rats worked fast, quickly constructing a the front entrance of the new snowy headquarters of the Famine Lord, known as...Dragengard Fort Snowok of the Dark Apothecary (aka Wampa Base, SE Blacksite) Occupant: Professor Dragglestein, Chief Researcher for Project Ice Wyrm Scores of horn headed abominable snowoks crossed from the Maw into the base, leading packs of chained Wampa ice beasts that snarled as barbed collars around their necks attached to Sith iron chains were pulled upon, roaring when they were jabbed by long electro-poles held by the chimeric bears like spears. Dragon Slug eggs held in cryogenic storage were carefully transferred to hatcheries carved into the mountain, all of which was overseen by the Chief Researcher who would be leading Project Ice Wyrm, the renowned and feared homunculus of the Great Devourer himself. Professor Dragglestein emerged from the hangar lift, stalking across the deck on talon tipped toes, a long white lab coat billowing around his white scaled form. Like the Pater Mutatis' whose DNA the artificial being was derived from, the Professor was a barabel clone, though unlike the Hungering One his scales had turned a ghostly white completely void of colour. Another difference was that the usual barabel blood red of the homonculai's saurian eyes were an icy blue. Other then those few differences, the cool crocodilian was the spitting image of the Blood Wyrm."Be careful with thossse eggz!" Hissed the white scaled barabel, snapping an overlong tail on the deck that ended in a surgical syringe full of strange alchemical fluid. "Can't have them hatching too early now."A network of warrens spiraled out of the main chamber, either laser carved or bored by the same diamond tooth groundborers the Director of Advanced Technology had brought with her, connecting Fort Snowok to the forge chambers Darth Astera had already installed beneath the streets of Haven. Snowoks penned up icetrompers and packs of pantran whitefangs not far from their own encampments. Closely related, the snowoks housed the wampas that weren't on duty in their own burrows, living harmoniously with the predators. Professor Dragglestein's lab was at the core of it all, an odd collection of strange medieval machines, arcane relics, and scientific glassware. Beakers bubbled away from analysis were performed by bleary eyed albindo furred rodents staring at console screens. Once the last of the supplies were transferred over to the SE blacksite, the massive star pyramid pulled away from Mt. Dragerest and began to ascend up into the sky, eventually vanishing back into the obscuring veil of the nebula that made travel throughout the region so treacherous.
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Jan 18, 2024 20:35:03 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on Jan 18, 2024 20:35:03 GMT -8
A frozen rime cracked off the rear hatch of a crimson hulled amphibious interstellar assault transport parked on an icy mountain slope overlooking the snow covered region of Dragengard, exposing the heated interior of the gunship to the frigid elements, causing a veil of steam to pour out from the opening that obscured the disembarking of two dissimilar figures. One was a verminous underling, barely a meter in height with slicked back greasy fur over scabrous pink flesh, a rodent shaped body draped in filthy tattered rags that barely covered its extremities. Gnarled paws wringed together for warmth, while a wiry whip like tail flicked back and forth behind it as it hurry-scurried after the second figure, never taking its beady red eyes off its fearsome companion. The second figure was larger, more serpentine in form, a creature of black scale and claws more akin to meat hooks. It wore a cloak of thick wooly wampa hide that staved off the bitter cold, while an overlong tail protruding from its armour thick backside cracked against the ice, awakening the ultra-sonic vibration generator housed in a serrated spike capping its end. Super-heating with friction, the wickedly orange glowing blade warmed the mismatched eyed bipedal drake as it hovered near its scaly head, behind a skull that ended in a ferocious snout that split to reveal rows of razor sharp teeth. White fangs glistened as scalding salivation mixed with blood seeped from between those sinister daggers, forming icicles on the barabel's chin as it trudged threw the snow, side by side with its ranat hench-vermin.
Dragus, Dark Apothecary of the Sith Eternal and Famine Lord of the Eye, stalked the ice crusted cliff side towards an opening in the mountain. Squeakers moved to match pace with his master, always just beyond the reach of the saurian Sith's lethal tail, which refracted the pale light of the moon off its poison covered surface. Held in the Hungering One's right claw was his trusted saber-cane, the Gorgon's Eye, a length of charcoal stained Pzobian oak that ended in a ruby red meltmassif orb. The sphere blazed a brilliant red that illuminated the way into the dark embrace of the cave, though in truth the Blood Wyrm relied more on his impressive sense of smell, the nostril slits on either side of his snout flaring as he probed the depths ahead. A secondary source of illumination was cast by an amethyst gem set in the dreaded draconian's left eye socket, attached to an infernal arcane device of raktan origin, hard-wired directly into the wizard lizard's devious brain. It blazed with an intense light, the strange mechanics responding to the unseen world, detecting an unusual flow in the aether around them. Wielding his hatred like a surgeon's scalpel, the Pater Mutatis extended his supernatural senses beyond his immediate vicinity, casting his minds eye into the deep well of the darkside to seek and unravel the mystery set before him. The two dwelt deeper into the earthen abyss, always moving further down where light died and the air grew stale.
Minutes into their journey and the sound of the bitter wind sweeping across the mountains outside was all but gone, replaced by an eyrie quiet that caused the mad alchemist's most reliable rodent assistant to shake with fear. As for He-Who-Hungers, he felt quit at home in the bleak absence of sensation, deprived physically as he was spiritually. He led his underling further and further into the heart of Mt. Dragerest, finally emerging in a large hollow chamber that dropped precariously into a chasm, the bottom of which even his ocular enhancement couldn't see. Flexing his claws, the heinous hakusar stepped over the edge, catching the ice wall with his curved talons into the obsidian tips bit deep into the frozen surface. He slid down the side, descending several hundred feet until finally his toe talons struck the bottom. Cracking his knuckles in a series of sinuous pops, he shook the ice chips caught under his claws free and resumed his search, following a bloody strand invisible to the naked eye. Like a Force blood hound attuned to the malevolent fey, the villainous velociraptor tracked a single skein of fate to its source, his curiosity peeked by what he might find an the end of line. His only company other than Squeakers were ice bats and snow mynocks, though they kept clear of the cruel crocodilian, knowing an apex predator when they saw one.
His journey ended when he reached an ice wall, the ruinous red strand disappearing into the transparent sheet of frozen moisture. He raised his right brow, perplexed by this result, wondering just how he should proceed. With a talon he tapped the wall, listening for an echo as he tested its density. It was thick, far too thick to smash or carve through. Taking a step back, he raised his left claw and focused his rage into raw energy, resulting in blue forks of electricity leaping between his talons. Those crackling bolts scalded his scaly palm as he channeled more power into his limb, then released it as a bolt of lightning, erupting from his claw to slam into the frozen sheet barring his path. The wall exploded outwards in icy shards that pelted his rock hard scales like hail, while the resulting steam expanded around him in a quickly receding cloud that vanished moments after it first appeared. The discharge of anger manifested as lightning had cleared some of the frozen wall, exposing something locked away in the ice. Dragus held the Gorgon's Eye closer, its luminous head shining through the dense layer to outline the gargantuan limb of a giant. His rodent underling saw the same thing he did, squeaking beside him in rapid paced rat-speech. Dragus shook his head, not deeming to even glance at Squeakers as he replied.
"I don't know what it iz." He raised a claw to his snout and scraped the bottom of his chin with a crooked talon until scales flaked away and blood glistened on its tip. "Sssome manner of beassst, masssive in ssscale. Quite posssibly larger even than Umaroth, though it iz difficult to sssay from thiz vantage point." The Eye had led him here for a reason, he was certain of it. This creature might be the answer to his current dilemma. Placing a scaled palm against the ice, he extended his ethereal senses into the frozen limb, following the creature's extremity towards its centre. Quieting his mind, he listened for any trace of life, shutting out the world around him until only he and the beast seemed to exist. After a moment he was rewarded with what he felt certain was a pulse. The creature lived, though was in some form of deep hibernation or stasis due to its entrapment in the ice. This had gone from a simple extraction of genetic material to a full on excavation of the site. "It seemz we have our work cut out for uz, Squeakerz. Contact Fort Sssnowok and dissspatch an acquisitionz team to the sssite. We're going to unearth thiz...thing."
Twisting upwards from the corners of his snout, the black scaled barabel's lips ascended into a sinister sneer, stretching impossibly beyond the borders of his villainous visage. The Eye provides, and worlds will shake.
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Jan 19, 2024 10:18:59 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on Jan 19, 2024 10:18:59 GMT -8
Rock and ice were churned up, mulched, and spat out by numerous groundborers digging their way through the earth as the excavation team got to work extracting the creature he Dark Apothecary found frozen in ice deep in the heart of Mt. Dragerest. Tinker rats in snow suits laboured with laser drills and vibro-picks, cutting away at the slab of ice the beast was contained in. As more of the mountain was hollowed out and lights were installed to illuminate the frozen thing they had found, the Famine Lord got a better picture of what he was dealing with. On a recently raised durasteel scaffolding, the dread lizard consulted the pages of the Ewokinomicon as he sought answers as to what he was dealing with. He turned his snout as he heard the shuffle of leather boots on the metal grating as a slender female form approached him from the left side. His mismatched gaze beheld the Winter Queen, Darth Astera, Director of Advanced Technology for the Sith Eternal. The blue eyed human with hair as white as snow was wrapped in an ermine cloak that looked quite warm, though in truth he knew the cold had never bothered a frigid dame such as her. She stopped shy of the reach of his blade capped tail, fixing her fellow council member with a curious look."Well, just what exactly is it you think you've discovered here, Dragus?" She crossed her arms over her bosom as she turned her gaze from the reptile to the creature encased in ice. Her own senses were telling her as much as the Dark Apothecary's, that whatever was inside, was somehow still alive."It'z a Gorog." Hissed the drake lord with a venomous smile, exposing fangs that gleamed beneath the recently erected ceiling lumens. "Or at leassst, that'z what I sssuspect it to be. Truth be told there iz only one known cassse of sssuch a beassst, and it iz not clear exactly how it had come into being." He stroked his scaly chin with a claw. "But thiz creature almossst identically matchez the dessscription of that one particular cassse."Astera's brow furrowed as her focus narrowed on the frozen monstrosity. "It is very large." She stated the obvious. "Yez." "Dragus, how exactly do you intended to control such a beast? Hmmm? Last I recall you were unable to manage that Sith Wyrm you reproduced on your island retreat. This..." She pointed at the creature. "...is even larger. If it were to get loose, the damage it could cause would be astronomical.""Pffft." He snorted with contempt. "You worry too much. Sssuch thingz have not essscaped my notice. I will ply my trade of courssse, and craft sssomething to shackle the gorog to my will. An amulet perhapz, a talisssman wrought in the old wayz containing a sssliver of myssself, a control device produced by alchemy. The beast'z primitive brain will be no match againssst the binding propertiez of Pzobian sssorcery."Astera stepped closer. "I could perhaps fashion a set of restraints hard wired to the creature's nervous system..." "Bah!" Snarled the saurian Sith, turning to face the lithe council woman, his fangs bared and his sour breath hot enough to expel a wisps of steam. "Your technology will not be required here. Thiz callz for sssomething far more reliable. Thiz creature may be the result of alchemy, thuz alchemy will be the meanz to enssslave it.""Fine, Wyrm, but don't come crawling to me when you lose control of the creature and it starts terrorizing the countryside. I've spoken my piece. Do as you will."
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Post by Dragus on Feb 9, 2024 7:16:23 GMT -8
Coming to hover over Mt. Dragerest, massive spools of Sith iron chain were unwound, lowering giant hooks of the same material four hundred feet from the bottom of the Maw. Lumbering ranat-ogres turned large cranks, controlling the descent of the links until the hooks reached the surface, where growling magcors received them and manipulated their mechanical magnet arms to attach the hook tips to the ice block containing the gorog. With groundborers and excavation teams working around the clock, the artic entombed creature had been exposed to the grey sky still frozen but now removed from its earthly prison. Once the hooks were securely attached, cultists lashed the scabrous flesh of the verminous ogres, signalling them to begin raising the Shagrat up into the belly of the dreadnought. Banks of repulsor engines struggled as the considerable weight of the beast strained the Maw's inertial dampeners. As the ice block cleared the mountain, rumbling ion engines blazed cobalt blue in their cones, fighting gravity. Eventually the gorog was brought inside the lower bay under the artificial gravity of the star pyramid, easing the burden on the repulsors, allowing the Maw to even out.
Cyanogen gas was pumped into the bay as a precaution, while the temperature inside was kept far below freezing to help maintain the gorog's current stasis. So far the move did not appear to disturb the creature's hibernation. With Shagrat collected, the Maw lifted back into orbit, venting radioactive particulate and chemical fumes as it exited the atmosphere.
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May 13, 2024 7:43:24 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on May 13, 2024 7:43:24 GMT -8
Deep beneath the snowy surface of Ison, in the hot labs of Fort Snowok (also known as Wampa Base) in the northern territory of Dragengard near the village of Haven, chief researcher Professor Dragglestein was working diligently on Project Ice Wyrm. The excavation of the World Shaker, Shagrat, had served as a distraction the white scaled saurian didn't need. Now that it was out of the way, he could focus his attention on bigger and better things, such as breeding the greatest and most grotesque Dragon Slug the galaxy had ever seen. Hard at work at a computer terminal, the bad Professor was in the midst of reading the latest publicized dissertation of Dr. Travis Slane, when he was suddenly overcome by a terrible sensation of pain that threatened to split his skull apart. Snarling in agony, the barabel clone smashed his fists into the projection screen in front of him, indenting the metal and cracking the tempered glass simultaneously. It felt like someone was applying a vibro-jackhammer to his skull, a searing constant anguish that made his ear holes smoke clouds of sulphur and his icy blue eyes to weep blood.One of the many hommunculai of the Dark Apothecary, Professor Dragglestein shared a powerful psychic connection to his primogenitor, one that transcended space and time. While He-Who-Hungers was going into labour as a coup crafted by the Demon Lord of Hypori (perhaps soon to be re-titled Demon Emperor) occurred on the Nullus Beacon, his many varied clones were sharing in their creator's suffering through their Force bond.A crimson mist sprayed from the bad Professor's trembling fangs, grit in a hateful grimace, as he fell to the ground and writhed there, feeling the expressed pain spread throughout his entire body. "GAAAAHHHH! They're coming! Squeakerz, can you hear me? They're coming!" His very words mirrored those spoken by an agonized Famine Lord.
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Jul 12, 2024 18:03:06 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on Jul 12, 2024 18:03:06 GMT -8
Repulsor engines blew snow off the balcony platform attached to the cliff face of Mt. Dragerest, connected to Fort Snowok through a series of security doors and a hover-tram system carved into the the depths of the mountain. Wrapped snuggly in a thick wampa fur robe, Professor Dragglestein waited as the recently arrived transport from Dathomir unloaded a fresh batch of spirit ichor. The white scaled barabel's pearlescent lips split to reveal a wicked grin and a gleaming forest of frightening fangs that salivated steaming ropes of spit that formed into icicles, breaking loose as he raised a claw and stroked the end of his snout, working at his chin with a curling talon more akin to a butcher's meathook. A mix of ranat-ogres and gamorrean boars unloaded the barrels off the transport, maneuvering each in turn on a hover-sled, that once filled to capacity was loaded into one of the tram cars. A hundred barrels in all, it still didn't seem like enough for what the Professor had in mind. Once the last of the precious ichor was offloaded, the scientifically inclined haemonculus of the Famine Lord entered the tram as well and road the subterranean rails back to his lab facility located at the very heart of the mountain. The ride provided the Professor with a clear view of his work through the transparisteel windows of the hover-train car, allowing the clone to focus its unnatural blue eyes on a containment facility containing a massive creature.Make no mistake, this was no another gorog. Shagrat, the World Shaker, had been unique in its discovery. No, this creature was the entire reason for the SE building a secret research facility in the nebula wisp enshrouded star system. Originally a dragon slug larvae from Hoth, the serpentine creature had grown significantly during its time in confinement, surpassing the average twenty meter length of its species by half. Even before the introduction of the Urcinis-Helix into the Ice Wyrm's system, it had developed an armour-dense turquoise skin, and was capable of generating and projecting fire from its throat. If anything, the Dark Apothecary's alchemy had mostly enhanced an otherwise already spectacular specimen. Powerful sedatives pumped in steady volume from vents on the containment chambers walls, keeping the creature in hibernation as it underwent continued metamorphosis under Professor Dragglestein's scientific ministrations. Wookiee sized syringes with vibro-needle tips were inserted into the serpent's flesh, connected to long intravenous tubes, currently empty. That all changed when the Professor nodded his head at his laboratory assistant, Squeakers (no relation to the Famine Lord's hench-rat), who turned a crank connected to the ichor supply just received.That luminous green ether pumped through the transparent tubes, where it was fed directly into the dragon slug's blood system, contaminating its cells with the stolen unnatural energies of witches. A virulent light shone from behind the creature's eyes, as though it were possessed by a spectral wraith, and its physical form seemed to swell to the point where its cell began to appear cramped. The orange licks of flame that accompanied each exhalation of its breath through the nostril slits on its serpentine snout turned from fire orange to sorcerous green, its gut chemistry altering to produce alchemical fire. The Professor leered at his creation, his mind mad with genius as he imagined the possibilities. He had accomplished all this with only a hundred barrels, but if he had more...
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Valefor
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Ison II
Sept 4, 2024 2:37:26 GMT -8
Post by Valefor on Sept 4, 2024 2:37:26 GMT -8
Darth Nebulous - Hearts of KyberAn Adas-Class Carrier held position high up in the atmosphere of Ison as a bevy of Nihl-Class Interceptors, Talon-class Starfighters, Isen-Class Bombers, and Elduath-class Interceptors launched from the main hangar bay. Shuttles and Transports poured out of the sides as they carried supplies and materials down to the surface of the frozen wasteland upon which the settlement of Haven was all that existed. But Darth Nebulous found himself much further North of the lone settlement upon Ison. The Sith Scryer tightly gripped the Kyber-cored, Cortosis-Sarrassian Iron alloy Scepter of Fates that had been constructed with the aide of Dragus , using it as a hiking aid. Meanwhile his right arm was tightly curled around a giant shard of Kyber Crystal known as Gilraeth. Even as the wind howled and the snow battered him, Nebulous kept trekking on towards the Oron Khelek Ranges. The snowfall steadily rose up to his waist, but he continued on for nothing could stop him...
The Ace of Swords, The World, the Page of Swords, and The Tower. The three cards now sat face up in front of Gilraeth, the Kyber Crystal acting as a focus of Nebulous' magic to Scry what the future held. The Pau'an Sith Lord knew the cards and their meanings intuitively without needing to consult the ancient Codex which described each cards potential meanings. He raised his hand in the air over the cards, closing his eyes as he paused over each card in turn as a vision slowly started to form both in his mind and reflected upon the many facets of GilraethA new beginning upon a world... a world of ice and stars... Upon that world a new tower shall be raised... A tower of crystal... Barad-Úmarth!Nebulous' eyes shot open as the image on the crystal shimmered. He knew exactly what he had to do next and where he was headed...
The white wall of the storm broke as the Sith Scryer stepped into the eye of the storm around the Oron Khelek Ranges. Destiny was on Nebulous' side and with it, he could not and would not fail. Certainly he was considered a strange outlier for the Sith whom typically believed they could influence and create their own destiny. A valiant philosophy, but few truly could amass enough power to achieve such a feat. Amongst the Eternal, Darths Astera and Dragus alongside Lord Valefor - the newly risen Supreme Leader - were the only ones Nebulous counted capable of doing the impossible. The rest? Well they raged against their chains whilst claiming freedom. But not Nebulous. He was powerful, certainly, but his power extended to being able to pierce and perceive that which had happened, was happening, and would happen.
He continued his ascent up the mountain side, calm and gentle fall of snow barely bothering him as flakes landed and melted when touching him, whilst covering the path in a fresh layer of white. It was a majestic view as his Staff proved useful not just for casting magic and alchemical spells, but also for hiking across country and up the side of mountains. But before long, he reached the summit of the highest peak of the Oron Khelek. The Sith Scryer wasted no time trying to warm himself up as he set about his work of marking out an initial circle and placed Gilraeth at the centre of it. With the stone laid down, Nebulous was free and able to go about the rest of his work, dragging the butt end of the Staff to mark stone and snow. There was something elegant and beautiful about magical/alchemical circles, within which was written and carved formulas and spell work to create what ever the Circle was intended for.
It took a couple hours to get the spell circle completed, warming him up against the chill of the air, but at last the laborious part of this tower was completed. Nebulous moved to the centre of the circle then and raised up his Staff, taking a deep breath in as he focused his mind. A trained Magical or Alchemical eye would be able to discern much of the work and notice what various elements of script did. The largest part of the work created immense pressure which turned carbon into diamond in a short period of time, whilst another section imbued it with strength. Another area imbued the crystal with properties of meltmassif, which would allow the Sith Scryer mastery of how his tower's layout would look like at any given time.
But Before the Dark Lord slammed his staff down, a pair of C-9979 Modular Frigates emerged from the storm walls at opposite sides. A casual observer would be unable to distinguish the various refits of the Modular Frigate, but Nebulous knew the pair of ships were missile boat configurations. Something was evidenced further by the fact that the pair of Frigates turned to hang their wings over the mountain summit as they closed in. Bomb bay doors then retracted open before the first wave of bodies was rolled off the bomb deployment system and sent them hurtling down to the ground. The sounds of breaking bones and torn flesh filled the sir as the initial layer of bodies impacted the snow and stone, but as the piles built up, more padding existed to soften the landing of those above. Not that it mattered, for those gathered here were already dead, or perhaps mostly dead, maybe even just paralysed enough to be placed on the deployment system before being dropped unceremoniously. As the first bays were emptied, the crews of the C-9979's turned their ships around without impacting one another and resumed their body drops.
When at last the two piles of corpses in various stages of decomposition were finished being deliver, the Modular Frigates pushed their engines to full power and parted in opposite directions. With the ships clear of the site, Nebulous slammed the butt of the staff down upon the ground just in front of Gilraeth and muttered the chant away. He summoned the Dark Side to his aid, offering up the life force and remains of the slaves he had sacrificed to the Eye to power the magic now. Flesh and bone started to melt away into the circle beneath them, causing the runes to glow the crimson red of oxygenated blood. The glow was so strong it reached up into the air like a series of powerful lasers.
The ground rumbled and shook, before chunks of stone were thrown across the plains around the mountains as Crystals erupted up from the ground. As more shafts of crystal shot up toward the sky, smaller towers that would make up the larger tower itself took shape. But soon the outer walls were formed and the ground beneath Nebulous' feet turned from stone to crystal and moved up into the sky. More crystal erupted up around him and formed more of the central structure. Floors, walls, doors and staircases all took shape as the final moments of Barad-Úmarth's birth. A final shaft of crystal burst up towards the sky and pierced an invisible barrier, causing an aurora to burst forth outward from the tip of the tower. Windows and balconies were the last things formed, allowing the Sith Scryer to raise his Staff and walk outside to appreciate the light show
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Dragus
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Ison II
Oct 3, 2024 18:27:33 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on Oct 3, 2024 18:27:33 GMT -8
Blizzard winds buffeted a rickety mechanized assault flyer as it struggled through the rocky turbulence of a particularly nasty winter storm, its polished purple hull was rimmed with frost as it plunged through heavy snow clouds, lowering its altitude to a dangerous one hundred feet above the punishing artic tundra. Inside the cockpit, the repuslor crafts female pilot grit perfectly white teeth as she fought with the controls, making minuet adjustments while attempting to keep both hands on the steering yoke as much as possible. Her name was Maggie Goldstein, a second generation Nu-Mag in service to the SE Director of Advanced Technology. Gone was her crimson gammaplast armour, replaced by a tight black temperature controlled body glove and a brown leather flight jacket with with Sith Eternal shoulder patches. Her brown hair was cut at shoulder length, greasy with sweat and lack of care, and an unlit death stick was tucked behind her left ear. Not exactly standard issue, but her superiors cut her some slack due to her piloting skills, which were excellent. Some of the wind pressing against the gunship eased off as she took the MAF into a mountain canyon, the natural barrier providing a bit of shelter from the gale force winds sweeping the mountainous region. Lieutenant Goldstein eased back on the accelerator, reducing their speed as they neared the target zone. On the sensor screen spread across her cockpit dashboard she could see they were only two kilometers out from checkpoint delta-three. "Nearing the target area, ma'am." She said crisply, turning her head to the side to regard the female seated next to her in the co-pilots chair.They might have been twins with how similar they looked. Genetically she supposed they were, mostly. Unlike the Lieutenant, Major Maggie Churchill was a third generation Nu-Mag, built mostly the same but with a little bit extra. The Major adjusted her seat from a reclined position and sat up, glancing at the sensor display then up at the view screen, before turning towards the pilot and nodding in affirmation. "Take us down. We'll go the rest of the way on foot." Fortunately she was dressed for it, having left her suit of Sovereign Protector armour back at Wampa Base, wearing instead cold weather carapace armour over winterized combat fatigues. Instead of her ceremonial two-pronged blaster, she was equipped with a BAW E-5s sniper rifle, her pride and joy. Some of her sisters even jested that she cared more about her weapon than them. They were right. She also had a fat edged vibro-blade sheathed on the side of her boot and a two thermal grenades clipped to her belt. "It's pretty hostile terrain, ma'am. You sure you want to hoof it?" Touching. Major Churchill snorted. "Your bird stands out too much. This mission is an automatic failure if we're detected. I don't plan on failing the Director. Do you?"Their mission was a recognizance effort to gather intelligence on the home lair of the most recent Sith to be elevated to the prestigious Council of Seven. It wasn't that Director Astera didn't trust Nebulous, or at least, she didn't trust him less than she would any other Sith. Darth Nebulous was a mystery, more enigmatic than the former Supreme Leader, and a knower of a great many things. There were rumours as well, whispers of his connection to a supposed Order of ocular organ obsessed mystics, things that needed to be verified with physical proof. Thus, the Major had finally been dispatched on a mission worthy of her time. Murdering pirates on the edge of the Ison Corridor had quickly grown mundane, so this chance to test her skills on solid land was a welcome change of pace. There wasn't much of anything complicated to it. She was going to find a nice vantage point, snap a few pictures, then bug out before anyone was the wiser. Simple."No ma'am. I understand the importance of the mission and why you need to accomplish it, but what I don't understand is why he's here?" By that point the mechanized assault flyer had set down on the frigid ground, so Lieutenant Goldstein unbuckled her safety restraint and spun around in her seat, looking at the creature seated in the gunners position.The third and last occupant of the ship was no Nu-Mag, though he had a touch of science and alchemy in his own creation, which was something of a mystery even to him. Professor Dragglestein adjusted the narrow spectacles that sat on the bridge of his white scaled snout, blinking two icy blue saurian eyes with slit black pupils to moisten them in the dry climate. The hommaculai of the Dark Apothecary was dressed in a thick wooly coat of white bantha fur that with the hood up wrapped his barabel body from scalp to sole. He couldn't extend his tail or flex his foot talons without destroying the material, but it was a fair trade off for warmth. The Professor was busy reading a datapad held in his right claw when he realized the pilot was talking about him. He looked up and offered a chainsaw grin. "Professsor Dragglessstein, at your ssservice. I'm the chief resssearcher for Project Ice Wyrm at Fort Sssnowok...""Yes, we know who you are." Major Churchill interrupted. "He's here because he knows things and might recognize something important that I wouldn't. I don't like bringing a civilian with me, but the Director assured me this xeno is more than he appears. Her word I trust." She opened the door and exposed the cockpit to the frigid elements, holding it open why the Professor climbed out after her. Raising her voice, the Major shouted to the Lieutenant over the sweeping wind. "If we're not back in twelve hours, return to base without us. I know how you second generation Nu-Mags can be. Don't do something stupid like try and look for us. That's an order." She saluted, then slammed the door and grabbed the Professor by the tuft of his furry coat, leading him towards the steep incline of the cliff they were about to climb.
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Dragus
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Ison II
Oct 13, 2024 9:03:53 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on Oct 13, 2024 9:03:53 GMT -8
Major Churchill and Professor Dragglestein made surprisingly good time up the snow and ice covered slope since leaving the MAF behind, with the third generation Nu-Mag leading the mission setting a grueling pace, and much to her surprise the academically inclined barabel seemed to be having an easy time keeping up. She had assumed the reptilian would be moving more sluggishly in the frigid environment, but it almost appeared as if the blue eyed haemonculai had been adapted to the snow, able to traverse the ice shelf like a creature born of the cold climate. It only encouraged Maggie to climb harder and faster, until eventually they reached the top of the slope and had the vantage point they needed to gather some intelligence on the new Council of Seven member's residence. Darth Nebulous had been forced to declare his home address upon filling out the necessary paperwork for his recent promotion, but so far nobody had gotten a good look at it. That was about to change. Reaching the edge of the peak, Maggie unslung her BAW E-5s sniper rifle and got down on her belly, setting up a tripod for her rifle when getting into a prone position. With a twist of a nob on the side of the scope, she was able to increase the magnification, while her gene enhanced eyes made up for the rest. There was no mistaking the glowing crystal spire for anything other than the headquarters of Darth Nebulous. The Professor got down on his bantha fur swaddled stomach beside her and raised a pair of electro-binoculars to his icy saurian orbs, humming and hawing as he studied the surprisingly beautiful structure.
"Some sort of spire, looks like." Growled Maggie, her breath steaming in the cold. "Though damned if I know what its made of. Almost looks like they carved it out of glacial ice, like the sort we discovered that Gorog encased in. What was its name?"
"Shagrat." Hissed the Head Researcher smoothly. "The World Shaker." The last reports to grace the Professor's desk had made mention to the fact that the gargantuan Gorog had broken free of containment while on route to the Sith Eternal's Spider Defense Research Centre on Koong Island in the Roon Sea. It made Professor Dragglestein's work on Project Ice Wyrm all the more vital. He should be working on the Project now, actually, but he was only doing this as a favour to the Director. "I admit, it lookz sssimilar, but that'z not ice. Look closssely at the wallz. Do you sssee any seamz? I don't. Itz almossst az if the ssspire waz poured from a mold or sssculpted from one large cryssstal. There are only a few materialz in the galaxy capable of being manipulated in sssuch a way, and all of them require at leassst an adept level knowledge of alchemy in order to utilize them. My guesss, that'z either nihil sssmokestone or blue ssstone."
Maggie removed her eye from the sniper scope and turned her head towards the lisping lizard beside her. "Huh." She offered, somewhat disinterested. Returning her eye to the scope, she squinted, then reached over and patted the Professor on the back of his furry white coat. "Look down there, at the base of the spire. You see those blue giants? They look like golems." The NG3 was referring to a group of meandering blue bipedal figures that seemed to be standing sentinel around the luminous structure. "I'd say your theory about alchemy was right, Prof."
"Ssso it would ssseem, but that'z not all. Look a little further back, you sssee thossse lightz in the sssurrounding valley? Thossse are camp firez."
"The night time temperatures around here are in the sub-zero. Who'd be crazy enough to camp outside if this weather?"
"They would." Rasped the white scaled reptile, directing Major Churchill's attention towards the rocky valley walls.
Another of caves had been carved into the ice and rock, their entrances almost invisible to the naked eye as they had been draped with snow speckled white animal fur, likely harvested from the herds of white banthas that etched out a living in the artic tundra. Based on her scopes advanced optics, the tiny figures she saw coming in and out of those caves, or sitting around those glowing orange camp fires, were only about a meter in height. Each one sported a set of curling horns that reminded Maggie of the ice beasts on Hoth she had once read about in a book. Even at a distance their eyes seemed to glow a sinister red, and when she squinted hard she swore she could make out fangs in their mouths and claws on their furry fingers. They might have been cute, if they weren't so terrifying. There were hundreds of them, appearing to have built their primitive settlements in the terrain surrounding Darth Nebulous spire. The furry savages had erected what looked like several crudely carved effigies of ice in Nebulous' image. If the Major listened closely, she swore she could hear tribal chanting captured by the wind.
"What are they?" She asked, adjusting her scope. "They kind of look like ewoks, except for those horns."
"You're clossse. They are actually a related speciez. We in the academic community like to refer to them az Ursuz Maritimuz, otherwissse known az Abominable Snowokz."
"Just like Wampa Base's official name. I always wondered what a snowok was. Well, now I have my answer I guess." She eased her finger away from the trigger. "Why are they doing here?"
"It iz possstulated in sssome Xenobiologissst circlez that they usssed to be found all over thessse mountainz, though I persssonally have never ssseen any conclusssive archeological evidence to prove it. Either way, itz clear they were drawn by Nebulouz' tower. Snowokz have sssimilarly deep rooted ssspiritual beliefz az their Endorian and Pzobian kin, it would ssseem they view Darth Nebulouz az sssome sssort of deity in their pantheon. Dr. Chelli Lona Aphra wrote a resssearch paper on the religiouz practicez of a group of snowokz that referred to itssself az the Lossst Tribe. Thossse snowokz worshipped sssomething called a...Feassster of Worldz. It iz posssible that iz how thessse snowokz sssee our newly esssteemed Councilor."
Nodding, Maggie rose to a kneeling position and slung her rifle over her back, then stood up. "Alright, I think I've seen enough. We better get back to the transport before they leave without us."
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Dragus
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Ison II
Oct 28, 2024 9:37:11 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on Oct 28, 2024 9:37:11 GMT -8
The trek back down the mountain was no less treacherous than their ascent had been, with Major Maggie Churchill and Professor Dragglestein navigating the difficult terrain, while remaining cognisant of the time. If their pilot decided to leave without them, it was going to be a very long walk back to Fort Snowok. Truth be told they'd freeze to death long before they'd even get close. Fortunately as they came within a hundred feet of the mountain's base, the NJ3 was able to spy the purple paintjob of the mechanized assault flyer that had brought them in, albeit a bit more snow covered than before. "We made it." She said with some elation, jumping down to the next ledge. Above her, the reptilian Professor was moving in a more measured manner, using his claws and talons like climbing spikes. She waited a minute for the white scaled barabel to reach her position before preparing to descend the last stretch to the ground. "There is still one thing I don't understand, Professor." Reaching up, she aided the snow coloured saurian onto the ledge she had reached, overlooking their transport which was parked below.
Taking a moment to rest, the wooly wrapped reptilian shook some of the clinging snow particles from his wampa fur coat, then looked up at the stalwart Nu-Mag standing over him. "Which is?" Lisped the laboratory lizard with genuine interest. He had been brought on this mission for his wealth of knowledge. More so, as a true academic, he enjoyed the opportunity to share his knowledge with others. It was his pleasure to fill the information void in his fellow clone's mind.
"Why did you agree to help the Director? I'm aware that she and the Dark Apothecary have worked together on a number of projects, but as I understand it their relationship is somewhat...tense." She put it diplomatically. "I assume you will be reporting your own observations back to Lord Dragus."
Professor Dragglestein nodded his slender snout, signifying that indeed he would. "You're assertion is correct. Sharing intelligence was the only reason the Dark Apothecary agreed to this, but I would have found some way to offer my aid to the Director regardless." A thin smile split the saurian's white maw. "Mother and Father have always had a...tumultuous, relationship, shall we say."
Maggie nearly lost her footing and fell from the ledge, catching herself at the last minute as her rump hit the icy plateau. Scowling at her carelessness, she slid her body over the side and continued to descend, still uncertain she had heard the rasping reptilian clearly. "Wait a second, I knew you had to be a product of Lord Dragus'. I mean, look at you. But what do you mean when you say mother?" Surely she must have just misheard.
"The Director...is my mother." He stuck his snout between his legs as he climbed down with Major Churchill, crossing the last stretch to the base of the mountain. "I understand that's how you and your fellow Nu-Mags feel about her as well, only in my case its a bit different, as I wasn't created in a lab. I was born naturally."
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