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Post by Briget Nommad on Aug 11, 2021 12:06:30 GMT -8
Approaching the city Nomad sent out a hail -Briget- ::Hello this is Dr Nomad. I have a prearranged meeting with Dr Me: : A long pause followed and the heart rate of every individual aboard the No Such Luck beat a slight faster. At long last a muffled voice responded with a single word -Kaminoan- "Preceed - The ship quickly complied with the order. Upon landing the crew exited the ship. Next, Bright and her entourage also left the vessel. They were quickly escorted away by several security guards. As they approached the cloning facility the woman gasped at the sheer size of the structure
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Darth Xethuys
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Post by Darth Xethuys on Aug 14, 2021 14:55:35 GMT -8
Kamino - Tipoca City. Magistrate's Quarters.
Magister Varick Thedas stood watching the holomap of the planet. The Blackguard Imperium was here to enforce its orders. In force. The appearance of the massive dreadnought as well as the two star cruisers was entirely unexpected. Thedas knew that thumbing his nose at the Imperium carried its risks, but he wasn't expecting the reaction to be like this. Overkill, some would say. Orbital forces would be overwhelmed in the span of an hour, maybe less. And the surface assault would take less time. Even though he had switched up and began breeding Anti-Troopers, there weren't enough of them ready. And then a sinking feeling clawed at his gut. If it were possible, he would have paled more than he already was. Eyes wide in horror, he knew this was the end of Valken's little "Warlord" scheme. He could feel a dark, gnawing presence that threatened to drown his senses. It was the Sith'ari. He was here to deal with the matter personally. Rumors had indicated that the Sith'ari was just some decrepit old man, incapable of leading the armies he had amassed anymore. Clearly the rumors were false. And now they would all pay the price. For as much as Valken scared him, the Sith'ari terrified him. There would be no escape for him now...*
*The several legions of Anti-Troopers that were ready, were already engaged with the landing forces of the Imperium. The white armored Sith Troopers clashed with the red and black armored Phase I Anti-Troopers. Red and blue blaster bolts danced back and forth between the opposing lines. Sith droids marched off the transports, immune to the rain that fell in torrential sheets, and plodded onwards, a mobile firing line. The forces that did resist were moving to engage the bulk of the Imperium's forces, while the rest were relocated to the Cloning Facilities to ensure they remained operational and secure. Though, the Imperium had bombarded the southern sections of Tipoca City during their conquest. There was no telling just how far they'd go now, to reclaim whatever they wanted and deal with the Magister....
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Aug 17, 2021 9:52:29 GMT -8
Kamino - Tipoca City. Blackguard LZ.
The Imperial Assault Shuttle that carried the Sith'ari touched down at the designated landing area, already secured by the troopers that had reached the surface before him. As the hatch opened and the ramp extended, the Sith'ari strode out of the passenger cabin and into the rain that fell. The cool droplets pelted his skin, soaking his cloak within minutes of standing there. Sounds of blaster fire and explosions echoed in the distance, nearly drowned out by the sound of the rain and the sea's roar below. Scanning his surroundings as the troopers ridden down with him dispersed, the Sith'ari knew where he had to go. Thedas was already dead; he didn't know it yet. Breaking away from the group, he strode purposefully towards the Magistrate's Quarters. Surprisingly, this route wasn't defended. Diverting all resources to engage the Blackguard's leading force and protecting the Cloning Facilities, the Magister left his quarters unguarded. It was either a very bold or foolish tactic. Either Varick thought he could hold his own, or he was arrogant enough to feel the Sith'ari wouldn't involve himself in reshaping his Imperium. Not that it mattered now. Upon gaining entrance to the building, a few private security Sentinel Droids were present. They didn't even move as the Sith'ari strode past. Either Varick was trying to trap him or wanted the Sith'ari fresh and rested by the time they dueled. Again, it didn't matter. However, the green and black armored Phase I clone troopers that appeared at the end of the hall were a threat. Not sporting the uniform colors of the Imperium, Thedas had been planning to split from the Imperium for some time. Growing a private army of troopers loyal to him was no small feat. Still, it was irrelevant. Without breaking stride, he inhaled slowly, allowing the dark side of the Force to flow through him. Raising both hands, the Sith'ari telekinetically ripped the durasteel panels off the wall and smashed them together, crushing the clones in between them. A sickening crunch and agonizing screams could be heard, though the Sith'ari didn't slow. Angling the panels out in front of him, working as a shield, he pushed forward. Blaster fire rained down the corridor at him. With a grin, he gathered the Force and pushed the panels straight ahead. Aside from one or two clones that managed to dive out of the way at the last minute, the rest were crushed beneath the panels as they collided with the wall at the end of the corridor. As the troopers regained their composure, they were hoisted off their feet, smashed together, and then tossed aside. Striding past them, the Zabrak made it to the lift that would take him to Varick's quarters. As the doors closed behind him, he issued orders to Rampant, his A.I.
"Hack the nearby droids and have them engage these rogue clones. I don't need surprises waiting for me when I return."
Tipoca City - Magistrate's Quarters.
The lift slowed then came to a halt, revealing an empty hall leading straight to the Overseer's Chambers. Striding off the lift, the Zabrak was surprised to see the doors part as he approached. Standing with his back turned to him, Varick Thedas was watching out a window that looked over the battle raging below and the stormy skies above. Scowling, the Sith'ari called out to Thedas.
"Typical. And stupid. You resist something you don't even fully comprehend. And rather than having a place within the new order, you would waste everything you have at your disposal to preserve the old ways...and now you will die, clinging to those beliefs like a fool..."
Waving his hand to activate the holoprojector between them, he pressed two buttons on his wrist gauntlet. This would ensure that what was about to transpire was publicly broadcast across the Imperium. Varick Thedas would serve as an example and send a message to those questioning the Sith'ari's continued rule over the Imperium. Disobedience wasn't tolerated. Those who decided to stand up against the Sith'ari's grand designs would be made an example of and pay with their lives.
"Now you will feel the full extent of my wrath and understand why I lead the Imperium!"
Extending his left hand outwards, forming a vise with his index finger and thumb, Thedas was hoisted off the ground, clutching his throat and gasping for air. Pulling the Magister towards him, the Sith'ari leaped forward, right arm extended. The result was as intended. Thedas was clotheslined in mid-air. Tumbling to the floor, wheezing and gasping, Viox landed before the window where the Magister had been standing. Turning to face the human, hearts barely elevated, he goaded him again.
"You are a coward, weak and pathetic. Unable to see beyond the immediate lust for power, you claw at whatever you think will make you stronger!"
The Zabrak strode to where Thedas was doubled over. Before he could react, the Zabrak's left hand was on the back of his bald head, fingers curled around his skull. With an angry sneer, Savage pushed the Magister's head down and brought his left knee up to greet it. A satisfying crunch, followed by the Magister's pain-induced shriek, followed. Clutching his now broken nose as blood seeped through his gloved fingers, the Zabrak continued to eye the human up with immense dislike and anger.
"You would defy my will! Jeopardize everything I have done to build the Sith up and strengthen them! I give you power, prestige, and the ability to govern yourselves, and rather than comply with one single order, you repay my generosity with betrayal and rebellion!"
Viox was now beginning to seethe with a barely contained rage. Everything up until this point was starting to spill over. Everything he hadn't dealt with, for fear of succumbing to madness, was beginning to surface and boil over. Malvus' betrayal, Vallius' coup, Larissa's descent into madness, and subsequently being executed by his hand. All of it was coming to the surface. And the Magister was now facing the brunt of it. Moving so he was standing over the Magister, Viox grabbed him by the throat and jabbed him once, twice, three times with his left fist as hard as he could. Still holding the Magister, who seemed to have accepted his fate, he continued to seethe angrily.
"Without my vision, you would not have all that you do! The wealth and prestige handed down to you was due to my vision! My beliefs! My strength!"
Swinging the Magister around and pinning him up against a pillar in the room, the Sith'ari curled his left hand into a fist again and dropped three more hard jabs into the Magister's gut. Then he gave one almighty roar and threw him across the room onto the ornate-looking table, which collapsed under the Magister's weight.
"Malvus believed that by sparing those that were defeated by their better, we could still find a use for them. And yet, his very own apprentice defeated Malvus, and yet he lives! Appointing himself as the so-called Heirarch is the only way to overcome his inadequacies and give himself the illusion that he still holds power! And now, Varick Thedas, you shall experience the true meaning of the Sith..."
Walking over to where the Magister lay, Savage wrapped his right hand around an ornate and heavy stone tablet with ancient runes scrawled across it. Hefting it in both hands, he carried it at chest height while still walking over to where the Magister lay.
"Peace is a lie; there is only Passion...
He strolled over to the fallen Magister, eyes ablaze with fury.
"Through Passion, I gain Strength..."
As he neared the Magister, he began to raise the stone tablet, eyes still locked on the Magister's defeated, fearful gaze.
"Through Strength, I gain Power! Through Power, I gain Victory!"
Standing over the Magister now, stone tablet raised above his head, he spoke the following line of the Sith Code.
"Through Victory, MY CHAINS ARE BROKEN!"
Roaring those last words, with one almighty heave, the Zabrak brought the stone tablet down as hard and as fast as he could, amplified by the Force, onto the Magister's skull. There was a brief, horrified scream, abruptly cut short by a loud crunch and wet-sounding squelch. Blood sprayed up from the stone tablet's impact, covering the Sith'ari's face and his robes.
"The Force shall free me..."
He finished, rising to his feet, still eyeing the Magister's corpse. Exhaling slowly to calm himself down, he turned to face the holoprojector, publicly broadcasting the event.
"Let this stand as an example for all who would break the Imperium! Death WILL come for you. Cease your actions against the Imperium, and your death will be swift. Continue to fight against us, and you will be made to beg, as it will be a slow, torturous, and agonizing process..."
With a wave of his hand, the projector was ripped from the ceiling, ending the broadcast. Storming out of the room and back towards the lift, it was time to withdraw and take those willing to follow. Those who wanted to oppose or fight against them would be left behind to fend for themselves...
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Post by Viox Savage on Nov 10, 2021 13:49:27 GMT -8
Kamino - Tipoca City. Blackguard LZ.
The torrential rain that always seemed to be present on Kamino, was still falling as the Zabrak made his way back to the waiting shuttle. The rain had washed the blood from his face and some of it from his robes. The rest had soaked into his now sopping wet cloak and robes. The rage still pulsed inside of him, barely contained. However, he needed his focus. He needed to keep his wits about him. Kamino was just the beginning. Roon and Pzob were still on the docket. Pzob was being handled by General Xethuys, while Roon was being infiltrated by a team of Sith Knights to destabilize the defenses. He was no fool. Roon was the fortress world he had intended it to be. He wasn't about to waste his resources and energy on throwing himself against an immovable object, smashing ships and men to pieces against Overseer Vallen's organized defenses. No. Lizbeth Klassen and her team of Knights would deal with her. His fleet would deal with the orbital defenses in a ruse to make those on Roon that opposed him, think he was coming in full force. As for Kamino, it was dealt with. Publicly broadcasting the Magister's death and proving he wasn't some decrepit, decaying corpse glued to the throne would have the desired effect. Those that doubted him and his ability to rule the Imperium would be shown that his capabilities were stronger than ever, as was his resolve. The Rule of Unity was at an end. Malvus' measures to ensure a stronger, united Sith were incapable of doing that. Rather than weeding out the weak and culling the herd, so to speak, the Rule of Unity festered weakness and stagnated the strength of the strong. No. Denying his true heritage as a Sith was what was becoming his undoing. Indecisive and idle, the Sith'ari had appeared to become weak in the eyes of those he supposedly ruled. But no longer. With his new body, and a relatively fresh mind for the time being, it was time to crush all doubt. The Blackguard Imperium was here to stay, so long as he was at the helm. Though there were other plans in the works so that others could potentially step up, in his absence.
As the Sith'ari evacuated the area, a retreat order had been sent out across all Imperium forces still present on Kamino, loyal or otherwise. Magister Varick Thedas' murder had been broadcast across all of Kamino, and the rest of the Imperium. The intent was to scare those that had revolted, back into compliance. Whether that would work, remained to be seen. Though as it sat, there were more forces retreating back to the Blackguard LZ than had initially departed during the assault.
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Darth Xitan
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Post by Darth Xitan on Aug 6, 2022 23:42:48 GMT -8
Azrea Thrune From the stormy clouds, an Imperial Transport descended towards Tipoca City. It's escort was a pair of TIE Predators, screeching along its flanks as it approached the city. The two veered off, landing at smaller landing pads while the main transport landed at its designated zone. Communications had long been established with sympathetic elements, among the Kaminoans, who had loyalties to the Sith, previously being the Blackguard Imperium. As Xitan descended, after a couple squads of Stormtroopers did so prior, securing the landing area, he noticed scars of... war. It seemed the city was still rebuilding after the downfall of a greater portion of the Blackguard's former empire. Their assets may go a long ways to tempt the Kaminoans to give them what they wanted.
He turned to Azrea as she descended alongside him.From what I understand, our main supporter is Eviel Pel and his faction of hawkish Kaminoans. He serves as Finance Minister for the reigning Prime Minister, Yaul Paa, a female with strong conservative views, given recent events. Pel has done his best to see members of his clique are on the administrative council under the Paa regime.The Sith mutters behind his mask, reiterating what intelligence had been granted to them, prior to their departure.He Tufo is the Deputy Overseer of the Cloning Facilities, she is another supporter of Pel. Security Chief Lom Prine is also sympathetic to the cause of the hawkish clique. Lastly, Kil Hiarru, one of the leading scientists in Kaminoan cloning is in the pockets of Pel too. It seems the support is still strong towards Sith-aligned sympathies, considering how long the Blackguard held this planet. The recent regime, from what we know, has become severely isolationist however.His mask scans the landing area as rain pelts his form and Azrea's.We have our orders. We are to negotiate with what assets we can give to entice them to our side. If things begin to stale, we are granted the means to force negotiations to favor us or contact Pel. He will utilize his connects with Tufo and Prine to see that scientists are secreted off the world before we depart. Likely a group led by Hiarru.
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Post by Azrea Thrune on Dec 4, 2022 16:52:53 GMT -8
Hearing of these foreign alien customs and hierarchies made Azrea nearly sneer. This reminded her again too much of the problems she had back then with the Diarchy's way of establishing an Empire. Pacts with Hutts and the likes of them.
The Royal Guardswoman was only glad, that this time though they were in controll. No matter what these xenos demanded, the benefits would be on their side and grant them an army, that could rival larger pretender factions, among them the cursed First Order. Thus Azrea decided to keep her hatred mostly to herself, knowing that Xitan would most likely be tired of hearing it.
"I do hope that you have prepared the negotiations part well", she only responded, making it nearly sound like a warning,"The kind of negotiation I would prefer would rather end in a gruesome way for most of the xenos individuals you have just mentioned otherwise. And while that would be sufficient to my own satisfaction, I would assume that it would neither meet the interests of the Supreme Leader either."
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Darth Xitan
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Post by Darth Xitan on Dec 9, 2022 17:22:25 GMT -8
The Sith could have said something about the xenos mention. After all, aliens, humanoids, and humans all made up the ranks of the Sith Eternal. Once upon a time, there were arguments about who was truly supreme racially. During the reconstituted Sith Empire, the era of the Great Galactic War, their hierarchy was based upon Sith Pureblood and Humans being the superior race. Then came Near-Humans, followed by aliens. The succeeding eras, namely the New Sith, the Banite Sith, and the One Sith included all races across the galaxy, as long as they proved themselves capable and strong. Darth Millennial, Darth Wyyrlok, Darth Talon, the Sith Aleema Ra, and so forth were among the names mentioned.
Over time, Azrea Thrune would understand that, while the Old Empire had its positives, there were principles that were utterly unnecessary. Even the First Order had resurgence of Humanocentrism which was nipped in the bud. Although, it was rumored that the Emperor had an aversion towards the Muuns given their attempt on his life and rebellions during the early days of the nation. All worked together for the greater good and future of the Sith, strived to do their part.
We do have a diplomat with us to serve as the talker.
The Sith gestured to an silent individual who merged from the cloaked warriors and pulled their hood, revealing a tattooed male, human skin but the horns of a Zabrak. A hybrid between Human and the warlike race of Iridonia. There were several, like him, on Roon and migrated after the fall of the Blackguard Imperium's borders. The male bows his head to Darth Xitan. Although, not officially a Sith, he was still a loyalist to the cause, one of many that served the Eternal.
He does the talking. We simply are the muscle. But... be prepared for anything. Even if we can't get Kamino to truly aid us, we must do what is necessary, as the Supreme Leader dictated, to ensure we get what we want. Without taking over the planet of course. Be too big of a step to do so.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Jul 1, 2023 4:38:41 GMT -8
Rain sluiced off the red cape of a Sovereign Protector standing guard outside the Prime Minister's residence, his crimson armour highlighted as lightening flashed in the stormy sky above, beads dripping off the two pronged end of the SP-B50 blaster rifle held in his gauntlets. A deadly glint refracted off the razor sharp edge of the vibro-active force blade on the bottom of the weapon, which seemed to hum quietly over the pitter patter of falling water.  The era of the Nu-Jakes had arrived.
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Post by Dragus on Aug 21, 2023 7:42:53 GMT -8
Rama Xi, Prime Minister of Kamino, tossed and turned in bed as stormy waves drenched the city in fresh brine. The rains served as white noise to help the insomniac Kaminoan to sleep, but even at rest the slender alien seemed to endure some discomfort, as though something troubled its mind while it slept. Given entirely over to the dream world, Rama was unprepared for his visitor, or the manner in which they arrived. On one spindly finger of the Prime Minister a gold ring with a nextor crystal embedded in it began to grow warm as something across time and space reached for the familiar totem, using it as a marker to guide its way into the dreaming mind of the Kaminoan.
One moment he was inspecting the latest batch of specimens in the cloning labs, the next he found himself in complete darkness as the world fell away around him, leaving him standing there surrounded by nothing but black. A discomforting rattle and hiss sounded from the dark, as something large and scaled slithered just beyond his vision, growing closer by the sound of it, and the smell. An oppressive reek of carrion assailed the Prime Minister's nose slits, causing him to gag and gasp for breath, his olfactory senses under attack. A faint buzzing of insectile wings joined the slithering scaled mass as Rama felt a stifling heat close in around him, growing worse with each passing second. Then two blinding red orbs erupted with crimson light, dispelling some of the darkness while casting the rest of the dreamscape in a red pall where the shadows didn't dominate. Rama was forced to raise a hand to shield his eyes from the intense glow, squinting as he tried to focus on whatever was creating the sinister illumination. Two abyss black slits formed in the red centres of either orb, stretching to form slashed pupils, focusing their hateful attention on the Prime Minister, who dropped to his knees."Master!" Exclaimed Rama, falling to the floor as he began to prostrate himself before the serpentine astral form of the Famine Lord. Towering over the pathetic cloner was a massive black scaled serpent with a hood that fanned out from either side of its horrific head like a cobra, and terrifying sword sized gleaming white fangs that dripped poison, pooling on the ground near its coiled mass. Sulphurous clouds wafted from nostril slits on either side of its long snout, scattering swarms of flies drawn by its corpse-stench, while a large rattle distorted the environment around it with ceaseless vibrations.<< Rama Xi. >> Hissed the serpent, soaking the prostrating Kaminoan in a wet deluge of hot crimson droplets that misted from the Hungering One's steaming maw. << I have a tasssk for you. >>Too fearful to meet the serpent's gaze, Rama remained bowed on the ground with his head ride firmly pressed to the floor, eyes forced shut. The Prime Minister's body seemed to tremble as he spoke. "Of course, master! Whatever you desire." He meant it sincerely too. Rama had seen personally what happened to those who displeased their new beneficiary.<< Firssst thingz firssst. Have you located the artifact yet? >> Rama gulped. "Not yet, master. We've been scouring the ocean floor, but there is a lot of terrain to cover and the object is more than likely buried." He winced. "It will take time, I am afraid." Flaming embers joined the scalding blood droplets that oozed off the Prime Minister's pathetic astral form like molten copper as some of the Great Devourer's ire bled through the connection.<< Increassse your effortz. The gate mussst be found! >> Boomed the Hakusar's hateful tone. << We will need it, and sssoon. We are losssing the battle for control of the entrance at Dragusssblight. Againssst my better judgment, I will be opening the gate in the Black Temple on Pzob to help ssstaunch sssome of the flow, but the hannitez are a ssstop-gap measssure at mossst. My Nu-Jakez are the sssolution to thiz current crisez, I am certain of it. >>Opening an eye, the dreaming politician looked up, finally risking a glance at Dragus' psychic manifestation. "We are growing them as fast as we can. Some processes can't be rushed without running the risk of serious gene-flaw, like what happened with batch 99. Those ranat workers you sent to assist us are competent at menial tasks but are far too careless with some of the more sophisticated science that occurs here." << No more excusez, Rama Xi. >> Rasped the astral-drake, tightening the lengths of coil surrounding the Kaminoan until he felt Dragus' rigid glossy scales pressed against him, squeezing in on all sides. << The spiderz are winning and I'm running out of ratz to throw at the problem. Increassse production. Whatever it takez. >>It was impossible. "As you wish, Master." Rama bowed his fin crested head once more. << Good. And find my gate. Now off with you. No more sssleep until the job iz done. Siss, Siss, Siss! >>
Rama practically leapt out of bed as he awoke from the nightmare with a start, his heart beating rapidly in his chest, his pale form coating in a thin layer of sweat. His breathing, ragged, though beginning to clam as he realized where he was. Slowly the Prime Minister straightened as he stood, smoothing his night clothes now that he was awake. Aware he would be getting no more rest tonight, he headed back to the Cloning Lab.
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Post by Briget Nommad on Feb 17, 2024 22:28:13 GMT -8
The natives were a highly xenophobic lot so though Briget, as did pretty much anybody else with half a mind who was blessed with visiting Tipoca, or anywhere else on this most bizarre planet. As the woman moved so she thought. Having not a stitch of arrogance about any part of herself, Briget was equally the harsh critic about other humanoids. Indiscriminately. And Kaminoans were easily among the ugliest of ugly in the woman’s humble opinion. She made the time between the cloning facilities and her private vessel quite quickly. The hanger door abruptly swung open and Briget entered the sentinel, No Such Luck. No words were passed but the ship fired up and shot away from the city
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Post by Dragus on May 13, 2024 6:20:53 GMT -8
In the office of the Prime Minister, Rama Xi, word had reached the passionless Kaminoan of the coup taking place at the Sith Eternal star fortress hidden deep in the cosmic dust cloud known as the Cloak of the Sith. Seated at his desk, his long pale fingers clicked upon the keyboard of the computer console in front of him, manipulating security feeds from across Tipoca City as he looked for any signs of unrest. Fortunately for him there seemed none to be found. His entire security force was comprised of gene bred Nu-Jakes, super-soldiers built in the image of the galaxy's greatest holo-drama star, clad in the crimson gammaplast plate of the Sith Eternal. Though these perfect products of Kaminoan cloning technology, sinister ranat science, and sorcerous Sith alchemy had been the brain child of the scheming and nefarious Dark Apothecary, they had been psycho-indoctrinated for absolute loyalty to the evil empire to which they belonged. They took no sides. As Rama watched them, all he could think was that it seemed like they were waiting to see who won. So was he, the Prime Minister supposed.
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Post by Dragus on Jul 13, 2024 19:35:10 GMT -8
Off the eastern edge of the city, barrel chested ranat-ogres dove from balconies two hundred feet above the waves, plunging into the briny depths of the ocean and continuing further downwards with long sweeps of their massively muscular arms. The mutant rodents grabbed vermin forged steel chains that ended in thick anchor sized hooks, dragging the heavy links through the water towards a pair of abandoned Acclamator-class Assault Ships just sitting on the bottom of the sea floor, forgotten since the days of the Clone Wars. The driven ranat-ogres spent their oxygen attaching those hooks to structurally sound spots across the two derelicts hulls, then used whatever was left to swim back to the surface. Not all made it back in fact, though not necessarily for the reasons you suspect. Kamoradon Sea Dragons were drawn to the unusual scent of rodent pheromones in the water and swam up to investigate, tearing at the swimming oxygen starved mutants with their claws and biting chunks of rodent flesh from their meaty torso with dagger shaped teeth. All that blood in the water excited the many sea leviathan that were attached to the other ends of those chains, causing them to begin to pull it until the links snapped tight with a resounding underwater echo, lifting the two wrecks from the ocean bottom inch by heavy inch. Once free of the muds pull they rose much quicker, pulled upwards towards the surface of the sea, or just shy of it as the sea leviathan could go no further.As it happened, they weren't needed. A Kaminoan Sea-Hag emerged from the door attached to the same balcony the rats had leapt from, garbed in a robe of woven seaweed that veiled the hunch of her long neck and cast shadows over a face full of wrinkles and weather worn by years at sea. Her shaky right hand gripped a driftwood cane, as she hobbled forwards with a limp that favoured her left side. Clam shells hanging from her eel skin shirt rattled together in the stormy winds as she approached the balcony's edge. The sky chose that moment to weep salty tears, filling the heavens above with cracks of thunder and flashes of lightning striking far out at sea. Raga Su appeared ancient by Kaminoan beauty standards, but anyone with a lick of Force sensitivity would be able to tell what terrible power she possessed. Her time spent in the darker depths of the ocean had taught her things, strange and horrible, yet unquestionably powerful. "Shaxad." The Kaminoan Crone croaked, invoking the great sea maleficarum from the watery depths. "Heed this Sea Witch's call." In response, the water beneath the platform on which she stood began to bubble as if boiling, kicking up geysers of hissing steam. These bubbles seemed to concentrate beneath the two raised ships, bringing them the last stretch to the surface.Nu-Jakes in Sith Sea Trooper armour leapt over the sides and dunked into the water, emerging moments later as they swam towards the two ships and climbed atop their hulls. By this point the hooks attaching the Acclamators had sunk themselves into the hull, so the troopers used plasma torches to cut through them and detached the raised derelicts from the sea leviathans before the beasts stopped cooperating. Above, automatic doors swished open to allow a pair of broad chested gamorrean boars carrying large durasteel barrels on their shoulders, which they carried over to Raga Su and dropped on the deck a few feet behind her. Relieved of their burdens, the two swole swine took out vibro-crowbars and pried the lids off the two barrels, exposing the luminous green substance inside. Spirit ichor. Straight from Dathomir. The good stuff. Pumped from beneath the surface by rodent engineering, packaged, and then sent all over across the Sith Eternal empire. Wherever it was needed. A resource they had no issue exploiting. Raga's throat croaked as she breathed deeply of the sea air and willed the stolen magik from the drums to serve her needs. Green vapours began to rise from the barrels, twisting and winding through the air before plunging into the water, where they wrapped themselves around the two ships like the tentacles of a spectral kraken. She abused the lifeblood of Dathomir for the sake of her spell, sneering hatefully at the dark green appendages holding them afloat, then smirking as she admired her work.Not bad for 897 years of age, but then, she had been at this game a very long time. Numerous floatation devices were attached to either vessel in the hour before the spell began to fall apart and eventually dissolved altogether. Raga Su remained atop the platform, bending her ancient knees that cracked like broken shells as she bowed in prayer. Her handmaidens, Sirens still and not yet Hags, placed tallow candles of congealed human fat around the perimeter of the balcony and lit each one with care. They remained lit despite the rain, bleeding greasy wisps of smoke that hissed as it turned into a putrid steam, encircling the Sea Hag in fog. In those vapours she could see the faces of the Dathomiri dead whose spirit energy had transformed into ether upon death, heretically wielded by this Crone, that they so despised. This, however, was Kamino. No off-world spectral chafe was a match for a daughter of the sea. She willed those ghosts away with a thought and a few forks of Force Lightning channeled through the long fingers of her left hand. She then resumed her prayer, raising a fish scale bound volume in one hand, then licked the thumb of her other as she turned the page. In moments she resumed her prayer to the Behemoth of the Deep."Oh Shaxad, Lord of the Ocean Deep, Bringer of the End Times..."
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Post by Shaxad on Jul 15, 2024 20:01:20 GMT -8
Shaxad was not upon Kamino, but the potency of the magic reached out to him across the vast leagues of space and allowed the Behemoth of the Deep to Astrally Project himself back. The smoke enveloping the balcony formed together into a solid mass and took the shape of The Behemoth's mortal form as he took a couple steps closer to the Kaminoan Sea-Hag. His right hand reached out and wrapped around the Kaminoan's slender neck
Who dares call upon Shaxad!
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Post by Dragus on Jul 17, 2024 7:21:56 GMT -8
The black pearl like eyes of Raga Su adjusted as the God she fervently worshipped physically manifested before her, wrapping one tentacle fingered hand around her long slender neck, applying enough pressure to make its presence felt without cutting off her ability to speak. Her body began to tremble, convulsing in Shaxad's inky grip, with the white pupils at the centre of her black sclerae dilated to encompass either eye. Only it wasn't fear that made the Sea Witch shake, but zealous devotion, causing her body to release hormones into her bloody stream that attached to the pleasure receptors in her nervous system. Just below where the Lord of the Ocean Deep had his materialized appendage locked firmly around her throat, a set of six gills split apart, exhaling hot breath as the Kaminoan Crone let out a euphoric moan. "Lord Shaxad..." She uttered on trembling lips, her sterile alien face a mixed mask of desire and religious fervour. "It's you. It's really you." Tears of salt formed in the corners of her eyes, which slowly narrowed as her initial awe gave way to a scheming intellect.
Bred, not born, nearly 900 years ago, Raga Su was the product of the Kaminoan peoples experiments into altering their genome. She had been adapted to survive the deep sea in the vain hope that one day the surviving inhabitants of Kamino might reclaim their lost civilization, which had vanished beneath the waters of their homeworld after the planet's polar ice caps melted. The project, and Ragu Su herself, were eventually abandoned when another political party was elected into power on Tipoca City. Left to wander the deep places of the planet where the light of the system's star failed to penetrate, the Crone discovered her peoples dark past, secrets buried beneath the salt waters that had swallowed their world. She uncovered repositories of arcane knowledge, enhancing her lithe physical form with a combination of the darkside and ancient Force rituals. Neglected and forgotten, hate came easily to the Water Witch, and eventually motivated her to return to the surface. When she had returned to Tipoca City, nearly eight hundred years after she had left it, the planet had already fallen to the forces of the Sith Eternal.
It wasn't long before she'd been noticed by the dreaded Dark Apothecary of that same evil empire, and was summarily challenged to a duel that had very nearly ended in a draw, only to have victory snatched from Raga Su's webbed fingers by an unexpected sweep by the crooked crocodilian's serpentine tail. Perhaps appreciating a fine Mad-Woman more than most, the Hungering One offered the Sea Witch a position among his cabal of primitive practitioners of the shamanistic arts. Just like that, this abandoned experiment had gone from shamed member of Kaminoan society, to one of its most feared members. It was through the potent magics of Raga Su and her coven that the Sith Eternal was able to control the army of sea monsters being bred at Hydra Station. However, if the reviled crocodile had expected his elevation to have earned him the Witch's loyalty, then he'd be sorely mistaken. At her core, Raga was a devout follower of the Old Faith, worshipping the malevolent maleficarum of the World Below, of which Shaxad ruled as Lord of the Subterranean Pantheon.
"This servant of yours is known as Raga Su..." She hissed, exposing a mouth full of sharpened nubs as she regained some of her composure, her lips splitting into a malicious smile. "...Coven Mother of the Striking Aiwha Clan, who are devoted to the worship of your wife, mighty Shaxad, the sea maiden Ktharrarh." A breath away from oblivion, her words were thick with unwavering resolve, supported by the stolen spirit ichor she had so recently imbibed. "But this you already know, Sire. After all, it was your name I invoked when studying the skeins of fate in the darkest scrying pool in the deepest trench on Kamino, where I bartered with an entity of the Timelord's realm for a glimpse of the future." A bargain marked in blood, made with blind emaciated wretch of a guide who identified themselves only as...the Havok, who had led Raga Su to the Pool of Futures-Yet-To-Come. "In that vision I saw your resplendent kingdom besieged by an army of the Light. A viscous battle will be fought over the fate of Mon Cala. That is why I have summoned you, my Lord Shaxad. I beseech you to grant me your authority. Give me command of your forces and allow me to serve as your General, and I swear to you as a devoted follower of the Old Faith, I will see to it that the waters of that world run red with the blood of your enemies."
Closing her eyes, the Crone held her long slender arms out to the sides, offering her life to Shaxad should he chose to take it. In the background behind them, workers could be seen swarming the two recently risen Acclamators, utterly oblivious to the supernatural events occurring so close to them.
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Post by Shaxad on Jul 26, 2024 22:57:06 GMT -8
He kept the fingers of his right hand wrapped around the Sea-Hag's neck, listening as she spoke and professed her faith and loyalty to Ktharrarh. The faith of the Deep Ones had existed long before the Prophet C'thyl had raised the Quarren Dominion on Mon Cala. Far and wide were the whispers of the Deep Ones, creating pockets of all sorts of cult across the Galaxy. Kamino, it seemed, was just as susceptible to their calls as others within the main Galaxy itself. He studied the Kaminoan woman for a moment longer as she requested his authority to take command of his forces to defend Mon Cala from an army of the Light.
The Jedi Lords had grown strong, even going so far as to think they could bind his godly form and keep him asleep. It was little surprise that they were planning to besiege Mon Cala and strike down the remnants of the Quarren Dominion. But to let them do so unchallenged was unacceptable. These forces of the Light needed to be taught a lesson and if they were to achieve victory, Shaxad would ensure they paid in blood for every inch of ground they gained.
He unwrapped his hand from around Raga Su's neck and stood just a bit taller as he stood before her, having made his decisionVery well, Raga Su of the Striking Aiwha Clan... If you have indeed seen such an attack, then bear my mark and you shall have command of my forces upon that world...He pressed his hand upon her right collarbone then, sending a searing sensation to pierce her skin in that spot as the mark of Shaxad was burned into her flesh. Those forces upon Mon Cala still loyal to the Behemoth of the Deep would follow any orders given by one bearing such a markI will make for Mon Cala at the earliest moment. But should you arrive there and the attack begins before I arrive, make them pay dearly for such a foolish course of action. Understood?
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Post by Dragus on Jul 28, 2024 6:41:15 GMT -8
"As you will it, so shall it be, my lord Shaxad." Said Raga with a sinister smirk, wringing the long fingers of her webbed hands together as schemes and plots already began to formulate in the weathered sea hag's wretched mind. Briefly her fingers traced the still smouldering section of her shoulder where the ruler of the subterranean pantheon had placed his mark upon her. A symbol of her new authority, as well as the faith and trust her god had rested across her slender shoulders. Sliding a hand into the fibrous folds of her sea weed woven cloak, the water witch withdrew a small flute carved from the tooth of a saberjowl, a native predator that lived in the waters of Kamino. Placing the musical device to her lips, the Kaminoan crone played a single shrill note that pierced the pitter-pattering chorus of the rain and the sounds of industry in the background as an army of Tipoca City personnel were devoted to the task of resurrecting the two recently discovered Acclamators. That piercing tone penetrated the churning waters around the city, signalling her sisters who were hiding in wait, just beneath the bubbling brine.
Wide winged air whales burst out of the waves and took to the stormy sky, ascending to encircle the platform Raga and Shaxad were on, overlooking the SE reclamation effort taking place nearby. The mounted beasts were savage in appearance, each festooned with tribal fetishes or painted with archaic symbols of power. The witches riding them were no less fierce, wielding fish bone spears and driftwood staves, each garbed in an organic canvas of ocean life. The largest aiwha was saddled but unmounted. It circled the balcony for a complete rotation before coming in to land, gracefully gliding onto the platforms floor a few feet from the Coven Mother. Stepping away from Shaxad, Raga Su climbed onto the back of her beast, wrapping the reigns around her left wrist as she slipped snuggly into the saddle.
"My sisters and I are privy to the secret paths between worlds. We shall travel the Deep Road to Mon Cala and see to its preparation. When the armies of the Light arrive, they will be in for a very deadly welcoming. Ahehehehehehe!"
Raga Su's mad cackling accompanied her off the platform as her aiwha spread its wings and caught the wind, rising up into the air to join her circling kin, before plunging beak first into the water below as she dove beneath the waves. Her coven followed her in a consecutive series of splashes, disappearing into the surf. The Striking Aiwha Clan was on its way.
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