A Sea of Nightmares.

[Torjesgo]

Everything that was around him was new and alien. The general appearance he understood from pictures of his homeworld prior to its invasion; the great buildings reaching up towards the skies, motorized transport, and people busying away to and fro. What he didn’t was the vast number of people that were around him and most certainly not anything he had ever seen before. He did know, thankfully, that the galaxy wasn’t controlled by the monsters that were the Rakati. It was both a relief and a disappointment that he felt in his guts; relief that he never needed to see those monsters again and yet a grain pain since there was no way to truly go for any sort of revenge against them. The young male, from his viewpoint anyways as the galaxy may see it as entirely different, had a great deal of hate for just about every species that he walked past. He’d never seen any of them before, he didn’t understand anything they said, and he knew if he hadn’t remained largely concealed in the suit that he’d left Endor on that he would probably be getting even more stares than he already was.

It didn’t exactly provide any real protection to his form but it kept him covered up and he felt more secure in the knowledge that, just in case there were any Rakata, no one was able to recognize just what he was. His eyes darted to and fro across the signs to try and pick up on anything that was familiar and as he kept walking, it became apparent that there was actually some text that he could roughly make out! It resembled Huttese though it didn’t read quite the same as he was accustomed to and a couple of the words didn’t hold any meaning to him at all. It didn’t quite click for him but over thousands of years it was likely the dialects had changed enough to make understanding a little more difficult. That was a non-issue at the moment as it gave him hope that the Huttese language was something he would be able to use in order to start communicating with some of these people since he’d gotten all sorts of stupid stares when he had tried to use his native tongue.

Manaan; The world itself was very alien and every window displayed stretches of water as far as he could see. There were checkpoints where it looked like, very reminiscent of the Rakata, people were being written as visitors to the planet. That left Torjesgo in a rather uncomfortable situation and he was hesitant to leave the docking area to end up being grabbed up and put into the control of someone else. His fingers appeared rather elongated from his talons while they were nervously drumming on the stomach of his suit as he was starting to look around for a way out of this. No longer was he interested in trying to read too much about the signs in Huttese as they just looked like little stores for food and the like before getting into what he assumed was the rest of the city.

Antsy, the Garani started to move away from the checkpoints and down the corridor to start looking for an alternative entrance or a way to leave. His tall and lanky form bumping into people where he would speak up in Huttese about it, cursing at some of them as he was moving without trying to get a fight brewing at the same time. Torjesgo’s heart was pounding as he was working to get to the edge of the hall so he could try and move quicker, doing his best to keep from looking in too much of a rush as he was getting further away from the authorities. While it wasn’t the case, his mind was barking at him that they were after him, that the Rakata were still really pulling all the strings and knew he was here! That he was too much of a threat to just let go again, that they had to keep his people from staying out of their cannibalistic clutches. The anger and frustration boiling in his body while he was fleeing on adrenaline and panic now, unable to keep from looking like he was in a rush as his masked form was just pushing people to the side.

There had to be a way off of this planet, he couldn't let the Rakata get him again.

 

[Faz El Fayde]

[POSTING FOR FAZ EL FAYDE]

Thrice curse these fishheaded fools

Blue eyes appraised the fast cooling corpse of the Smuggler he had hired. He had found him in one of the quieter corridors near the Docking areas of the capital city. A neat little hole burned in his stomach. Clean and precise, reminiscent of that blasted Jedi weapon. Could it be? Could the Jedi be on to him already? It was impossible. He had yet to make his first move. No it was truly impossible.

He checked the small case the man was supposed to deliver. It was empty. And that was a telltale sign. No Jedi would steal what he wanted. It was of no value to them, but clearly it was of value to someone. And this someone had a Jedi weapon on their hands. El Faz had hoped his visit to Manaan would be as short as possible. The Selkath were unduly bureaucratic in their nature, and liked to stick to their shiny clean neutral image all too much for the Falleen's liking. There was so much red tape strewn about any import export on Manaan that it was almost impossible for a businessman like himself to get any work done.

Was it a wonder then that he had to rely on other means to get what he wanted? Firaxan Shark Eggs, a veritable gold mine. Firaxans were a rare species and the Selkath clamped down big on any smuggling involving their distant cousins. Which of course meant there was a thriving demand for live sharks. Not only were they considered an exotic dish to add to the fine diner's pallet, but it was rumored that somewhere in their DNA lay hidden the secret to growing artificial Kolto. Enough of a lure to draw El Faz to Manaan.

He had taken the bait, and staring down at the corpse of his smuggler he felt quite the fool for doing so. He knew what he had to do now, he had to get off planet and fast before this went from bad to catastrophic.

 

[Torjesgo]

Golden eyes were darting to and fro to try and find somewhere that he could hide, somewhere that he could escape, or just someone that would help him! It was horrible enough having a hard time understanding everyone as he was fighting against the wave of people. It didn’t take long for the Garani to realize this was a losing battle and he was quick to dart over to the side where he came upon a couple that were sitting on some a bench and looked to be reading something on a hand held device. He focused on them for a second, a part of him cursing them that they could be so calm with all that had happened! That they could just forgive and forget the atrocities that the Rakata had caused to the galaxy and act as though nothing was happening.

What gave those people the right to just ignore the total destruction of his species like it was nothing? To allow them to sit there on that bench without any visible duress from the world around them?

Nothing!

Nothing gave them that right and as he stared at them he could feel his blood absolutely boiling beneath his skin. A rage building up in them that he couldn’t believe he was experiencing. None of these people, in particularly the two seated in front of him, deserved any protection from the Rakata. They were so uncaring and callous that they didn’t deserve to be anything but fodder for the cannibalistic monsters! The soulless beasts that had slaughtered his people and eaten his kind as though simply slaves and cattle.

His suit covered form was tense as he turned to look down at them. The Garani’s eyes closing as he felt himself digging his fingers against the inflexible metal of the wall for some sort of purchase…

Eyes sprang open and his form left the wall. The alien’s form entirely encased in that artificial material with just a darkened visor being made of a different substance. His movements were slow and deliberate, moving across the front of the pair sitting there without them taking any notice of his position.

His talons ripping right through the space age material to the monster’s delight. The dark material growing out at a superhuman rate before reaching the tablet device the male of the couple was holding. It took but a brief second before the claw was pushing through the back of the plastic material and punching a hole through the front of the screen. Three more claws following suit until the screen was demolished beyond repair…

Torjesgo’s eyes shot open at the sound of a cry of terror. His heart jumping as it sounded just like the cries he had heart far too many times a lifetime ago before he was frozen for an uncountable amount of time. He was still standing against the wall with his fingers wracked with pain from trying to dig into a wall that didn’t have any leeway to it. The Garani’s head turning to look at the couple who were frantically looking around to find the culprit of what had happened to their screen.

His own eyes widening as he could see that it looked as though someone had smashed the front of their screen.

A sharp gasped escaped from him and his hand moved quickly to his chest as he couldn’t believe that there screen was actually broken. Torjesgo wasn’t going to stick around to become a possible suspect and he was quick to disappear back into the crowd. His head turning to look back at them in disbelief before he was shaking his head. There was no way that he could possibly have caused that! He hadn’t moved and to his knowledge he couldn’t just freeze time to move bout and do whatever he darn well pleased!

Another shake of his head as he could see a couple of people going to them and starting to talk it up. A mob was always trouble and so he didn’t wait to figure out what else they were doing, instead he needed to get out of this main walkway. One of the hangers didn’t seem to be an option as they all had security, but a couple of the side pathways might give him a way out.

The Garani moved quickly with the crowd to get beyond all the people that he could. It took him down a less populous area that had some rather rough looking figures. A few of them looked like they were arguing and on the brink of an engagement and he didn’t need to be around for that! He ducked down into a side walkway and moved down far enough before he was detaching the clamps for his helmet and quickly taking it off as he walked.

“Kveeee…” he hissed out in his native tongue. A hand coming up to wipe away some of his hair that had pressed into his face from sweat before he rounded a corner and found himself looking at some sort of alien with another one on the ground. Torjesgo’s eyes went wide as they darted from the body on the ground, now identified as a corpse, to the figure standing straight up.

His own alien form entirely revealed now to display the elongated muzzle of his species with the exotic fur pattern on his face. Teeth were on display as his mouth was ajar from the situation he’d found himself walking into. “Uh….”

 

[Faz El Fayde]

[POSTING FOR FAZ EL FAYDE]

"This is still doable."

Yes, it was still doable. No one had seen him with the corpse. And without the eggs there was nothing on the dead Smuggler that could link him to the Falleen. All he had to do was sneak back to his ship and get the hell off planet as soon as possible. Hopefully by the time the security would discover the corpse he would on his way out of the system. Sure there would be a big hue and cry over it, they would probably suspend all travel for a few days, issue a quarantine and all that. The Selkath were after all so particular about their justice. But a week or two from now, no one would care for the death of an off world spacer.

Had this been a Selkath corpse it would have been a separate matter entirely. They would have made sure to hunt through all their video and audio logs and found out who the smuggler was supposed to meet. But as things stood now, Faz could still get away clean. As long as no one spotted him with the corpse he could get away easy. He rose up and turned to walk away and saw the big alien dressed in his strange suit staring at him.

"What...uh..No...this isnt what it looks like.."

poodoo, should have run.

Indeed he should have, for suddenly there was the problem of a witness. The alien looked tough, and those claws looked dangerous. Logic dictated he end the witness's life right here and now. Unfortunately for logic, Faz abhorred violence considering it beneath his status. But his usually keen mind was as completely blank. No ideas, no nothing. And at that exact moment two Selkath from Harbor security rounded the other corner of the corridor and stopped dead in their tracks. Their fishy mouths hanging loose in clear surprise.

 

[Torjesgo]

This wasn’t exactly the most encouraging scene to run across while running for your own life. Now he wasn’t just fearing from being captured by the local authorities and the Rakata, but now he was looking at a figure who had clearly killed the figure on the ground. The Garani’s eyes stayed locked on the humanoid in front of him as he didn’t want to give the murderer a moment to try and get the jump on him. Not that there was a great deal that Torjesgo was going to be able to do if the figured pulled a blaster on him as he wasn’t carrying any weapons of his own.

What he did have, however, was a helmet in his hands. While that itself was hardly anything threatening, it would make a wonderful distraction to try and get away from the humanoid in front of him. He was mentally laying out his plan to toss the helmet at the figure, who spoke something that Torjesgo didn’t follow, and then how he would make his escape.

That escape was quickly put on hold once there was the sighting of two more figures coming around the corner behind the humanoid in front of the Garani. They looked like the odd creatures that he had seen so many of here on this planet, far more bestial and looking more like food than anything else. Such thoughts had him wondering if his own species had really looked like food to the Rakata or if they had simply eaten everything.

An irrelevant thought considering the circumstances as he was quick to glance down at the helmet now and to the three offenders in front of him that were going to only cause problems. What thought he knew held true was that when running from the authorities, the slowest person always takes the wrap.

So Torjesgo did what needed to be done to try and make sure he got away: he stepped forwards, shoved at the humanoid to try and leave him behind, and then abruptly spun about and took off. Regardless of the success of the attempt to stall the other one, he was going to get the heck out of there and try and disappear into the crowds. It wasn’t going to be easy so he was already trying to figure out what he could do while panic was flooding through him. He knew he was going to get captured and he would be brought to the Rakata again.

The Rakata. He’d left that guy behind to them. It sent a hesitation through him as he looked back down the corridor he had just come from before taking off anyways.

He wasn’t a Garani.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

[POSTING FOR DRANOK LUSSK]

Ahto City, Manaan​

The Nova-class Battle Cruiser dubbed the Ascended Demon sat in high orbit of the ocean planet of Manaan. A wet world famous for being the only source of kolto, and the main reason as to why Dranok was here. The Demon belched a small Stock Freighter from its hangar, propelling towards the capital of Ahto City. The only man aboard rocketed down to the capital with no exactly evil intentions. He would conquer this world single-handedly, but rather with credits and power rather than violence. Given, the man was a conqeror, dozens of worlds lay crumbling before his hands as millions died all in a quick motion of military might.

However, this was Republic space and he could do nothing of the sorts with merely a single vessel. The world boasted a population of more than 100 billion sentients, more than enough to crush the small crew of 2,300. They would serve a more useful purpose as slaves and workers as he began to set up operations of his new foothold on the planet. It was to become a puppet of the company Lussk Logistics. He'd seize the kolto exports and then work his way to attain a position in the Ahto High Council. A glorious scheme, these weak minded Selkath would fall before his thresher like Elomin before a Marg Sabl technique.

The freighter landed quite a way from the port authority and customs office, requiring a short journey to the office. It was an uneventful trip, the Knight only catching the usual stares from those unaccustomed to seeing his Sith armor and robes. Although he was no longer a Sith, he kept his wardrobe the same, adorning his armor everytime he left his personal quarters. It was his physical manifestation of maintaining a hard shell that housed a broken man. He'd recently discovered he had a daughter, back on Ziost about half a year ago. She was the only thing who meant something to him. The Knight was here to seize power and wealth in order to leave all of these assets to her once he was gone, which was bound to be soon if things progressed as they did.

Dranok shook his head slightly as he neared the customs desk, wanting a clear mental state as he began to dominate the Selkath's mind. The aquatic being began to slur away in a heavily accented voice, "Welcome to Ahto City. There is a docking fee of $200 and you must pass through Ahto City security in order to ensure safety within the walls of our great capital." Dranok snorted, his gesture invisible behind his golden-brown mask. He could detect the being's presence, all of it swirling around her heart and mind. Dranok tugged at her mind, molding it so she would bend to his will. "I don't believe any of that will be necessary, I'll be going through now without a fee or searches." The Selkath gave a glazed blink, "You will be passing through without fees or searches." She turned to tap several times on a console, double doors to her left opening to reveal a long hallway to the city. "Thanks for your cooperation."

Dranok swiveled on his heels, strolling down the hallway with an air of authority. His presence began to attract even more stares as the guards sat by idly, their orders to allow the man through without searches.

 

[Torjesgo]

The wall of people moving was back. Torjesgo found himself in a mental battle of which direction he was supposed to go at this point. He need to get away from the two alien guards that were going to potentially begin a pursuit against him while at the same time he was just trying to get out of this mass of people. It was far too much for him to try and handle all at once. He knew this all had to be some giant game that the Rakata were playing with him. Each move he made was countered by an assortment of pieces that would be placed to block his paths. These two alien guards had cut him off from taking something as simple as a rest in an alley. The seemingly endless tide of sentient beings coming down the hall was equally appalling.


Wore yet at the moment was that his uncovered head was entirely visible and he was garnering a number of stares from those he would try and get by. His visage a cross between a reptile, a furry mammal, and a little twi’lek or nautolian because of the tendrils hanging down his back. Not only was it drawing attentions with the vibrant facial patterns in his fur and the bright colors, but he felt rather uncomfortable with his face exposed.

He knew he was different from anyone else he had seen here. The Rakata had been strange enough to encounter but he was regularly seeing things he’d never even dreamed up before. Torjesgo’s eyes darting across aliens around him and getting caught staring more than once with wide eyed curiosity even while he was panicking and running through the edge of the mass. He felt so naked without his helmet on, everything he looked at knew he was staring at them and he was a glowing beacon for the Rakata to zero in on now that he was exposed.

Fabric covered fingers and talons gripped into the helmet as he knew he had to get it on again, even if the Rakata knew what it looked like as least he could try and limit the number of stares he was getting from these other people.

“[Move!]” he heard barked at him in a gruff voice. His ears picking up a semi-familiar language in Huttese.

That was until his form was flattened by the heavy set and armored figure. The Garani wasn’t short as he stood just under two meters but the figure that had put him right on his ass looked to be almost a head taller than him and at least three times his bulk! He didn’t know what a Houk was before this moment and wouldn’t know what it was called after this, but he did know that it was a really big creature.

Torjesgo, and his race before their destruction, had been a more lean species although there were always exceptions to the rule. This thing in front of him just looked like a brute and with the heavy looking armor across him, probably filled such a role! He shifted a bit from his place on the floor to try and get out of the way as he knew that trying to fight someone in full armor like that wasn’t something he was aiming to do. The Garani was looking to get away and not to cause an even greater scene than there already was.

He wasn’t going to get the peace to try and get away before he could hear the alien speaking down to him in Huttese again, “[you karking idiot.]” And then there was some talking between the large creature and one of the smaller companions that appeared to be traveling with it. There were some more, what Torjesgo could only assume were, vulgar comments tossed towards him though the references he didn’t understand.

What he did understand was being kicked in the side as he felt the metal covering of a boot dig into the side of his ribs and force the air out of him in a pained hiss. The Garani shifted onto his hands and knees while he brought a hand up to cover whre he’d been kicked. Already he could feel his thoughts drifting to far worse places than the silly little screen had felt before.

He realized quickly that this great beast was nothing more than a puppet for the Rakata. A monster put in place to bully and impede his progress to escaping this world. Another kick was delivered that caught Torjesgo in the gut and knocked the wind out of him, loosing his grasp on the floor and sliding forwards so that his face and chest were on the ground now.

Eyes were squeezed shut as another kick was delivered that elicited another groan as he was certain that one of those kicks had to have broken a rib with the pain that was shooting through his side was combined with a difficulty in his breaths.

One more kick had him working back up to all fours so he could try and reposition himself. The Huttese tongue was still being barked at him in whatever derogatory remarks were being made that hadn’t existed when Torjesgo had learned what he knew of the Hutt language.

His eyes closed once more and he felt that his thoughts drifting towards exacting revenge on the beast above him. The anger and hate of the destruction of a species starting to boil in the Garani’s heart. The pain in his side seeming to be nonexistent as that hate fueled the adrenaline to pump through his body.

Just one more kick…

When he felt it against his side, the lithe Garani leaped up from the ground. His tail acting as a perfect balance to help him get up quickly before he’d turned and his hands were upon the great monster’s face. The thin fabric of his space suit did nothing to stop the razors that were on the end of his fingers. They dug into the monster’s flesh for purchase while his thumbs directed the wicked points right into the eyes of the beast until his talons had disappeared from his view.

The monster staggered back with a cry of alarm while the Garani kept up the attack. His feet up and on the legs of the Houk as it was staggering backwards to keep him from regaining any sense of balance. Torjesgo’s tail lashing down to take out one of the monster’s legs to send them sprawling onto the ground.

Large muscular hands were grabbing at Torjesgo’s wrists and he could feel them trying to crush, but when they hit the ground it allowed the Garani to focus the force of the fall right into his thumbs and he buried the pair of talons even deeper into the monster. Whatever strength disadvantage he had held was a moot point when the eyes were such a vulnerable target. “[Die you Rakata scum!],” Torjesgo snarled out in the native and dead Garani tongue.

While this big brute may have been down and left to impact and twitches of a dying nervous system, the companion that had been with the Houk was not. Torjesgo was just pulling his fingers from the monster’s skull before he felt something hard crash into the side of his head. A heavy handed Nikto fist found the side of his skull and sent the Garani sprawled to the side. At this point they had a wide birth of space with people working to avoid the situation and a hurried attempt to gather some security to come and deal with this situation.

The security, it seemed, had to deal with the wall of flesh just as Torjesgo had and was buying them a little bit of time.

Time that Torjesgo was going to run out of as the Nikto wasn’t going to mess around with as the Garani’s golden eyes fell upon a blaster being drawn from a holster and leveled at him.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

[POSTING FOR DRANOK LUSSK]

The cloaked and armored Dark Knight made his way past the security perimeters with relative ease. The stares from the guards and their commander had kept him company on his short little trip down the white-clad corridor. Funny thing how most beings stared when they didn't understand a person's appearance. Most beings he'd met always stared. Their grubby little eyes scanning each and everything cranny of his black-clad figure. He wore armor and cloaks to keep them from seeing his face or his scarred body. It worked, for the most part.

With a yawn, the Knight stretched out his arms as he strolled forward, clipping the shoulder of a Trandoshan passerby. Dranok didn't retract his hand as the creature reeled back with a shout, "[Watch where you're going, fething idiot!]" Of course Dranok understood what the Huttese speaking sentient said, his Force deciphering skill was one of his fortes. Dranok merely shrugged in apology, preparing to turn back. This was not to be. The reptile took a step forward, charging a lunge and shoved the armored man.

Dranok jerked to the left, barely able to catch his balance from the unexpected strike. His hood had fallen, revealing the golden-brown mask of death and destruction. He turned to face the steaming slaver, who was balling his fists for another attack. The strike was un-coordinated, untrained. It was dodged easily by the physically built Dark Knight, who stuck out his balled fist at the Trandoshan. He wasn't even touching the creature, but the reptile gurgled and clutched at his scaled throat. Talons clacked against yellow-green scales as saliva found itself trapped in the slowly compressing windpipe.

The thing's yellow eyes were rolling back into its head, nearing death. Dranok sighed, death was not deemed necessary for today's events. So the cloaked man eased his grip and flung his hand to the right. A fraction of a second later, the invisible hand shot the scaled individual across the courtyard where he crashed into an obviously angered Nikto. Dranok smiled, bending his stiff fingers.

Something was off, though. Dranok barely caught on to it as the reptilian idiot smashed into the Nikto with some effect. The bulky figure tossed the crumpled Trandoshan to the side, its off hand gripping something black. A blaster pistol. Kark. First a little quarrel and now a shootout, what a great day.

The Knight swiveled on his heels, launching himself over a small patch of shrubbery as he bound towards the Nikto and the strangely dressed figure it aimed at. He skidded to a halt before the massive frame of the beast, holding up a single hand. "Drop it." He flicked yellow eyes to the Trandoshan slowly recovering near the wall. "If you know what's good for you."

 

[Torjesgo]

The creature before him was a Nikto one second and then something entirely different the next. When a body struck against the creature, it had Torjesgo turning away to try and find the source of it before his eyes returned. No longer what an unidentified alien leveling a blaster at him. The Garani’s eyes fluttered as he tried to refocus as what he was seeing had to be impossible.

Instead of that strange alien before him, his eyes began to perceive the image of a Rakata standing before him. A large staff in the wicked creature’s hands as the two locked eyes with one another. An absolute impossibility! Torjesgo didn’t even know how to fathom what had just happened. These monsters of magic could shapeshift now? How many of these other pawns that he had run across were of the Infinite Empire?

Was everything truly a pawn of these creatures? Whatever doubt he had about everyone being a tool for the Rakata was quickly demolished. If these things could hide in plain view as something else than there was no where truly safe for him to go to! Had that creature he killed been one of those beasts? His eyes turned to the corpse of the hulking alien to see that it too had turned into one of the Rakata, worse was that instead o remaining dead the creature was standing back up. The eye stalks of both of them locked right onto Torjesgo as they knew what he was.

He could see their mouths watering, a disgusting excess running from their lips and dripping towards the floor. His stomach churned and he felt sick as these monsters closed in around him. When he turned his head, he could see the crowd around him had turned to these creatures and they were all starting to close in on his form. He was going to be eaten alive by these monsters and there was nothing he could do about it!

Fingers, stubby fingers, began picking and pulling at his arms. His body being splayed out while the blade at the end of the staff was being placed over his chest in anticipation of a ritualistic cutting. Torjesgo tried in vain to move at all but nothing in his body was reacting. The tendrils hanging from his head had stinging pains running through them as they were tugged roughly by unseen offenders behind him.

“[Let me go!]” He barked out in the physical world. The Garani not having moved an inch from the second he’d spotted the blaster being leveled at him. The sounds of the real world and the movement of what was going on didn’t phase what was going on. The images in his mind and the nightmares of his soul going through his thoughts so quickly only mere seconds had gone by.

He could feel teeth pressing into him. The warmth of their alien saliva across his extremities as his mouth dropped open in utter terror to what was happening to him. This was it. This was the end. His entire people were going to finally be extinguished by these sentient-eating monsters. Consumers of the galaxy who had waited eons for him to resurface so they could reinact their revenge.

Monsters that had consumed his family, his friends, everything he had known. They forced his people into living in an eternal fear of death whether they were rebels or submissive servants. They’d taken his life and thrown him into a galaxy of technology he had never seen before. Into a galaxy with creatures that were more alien than anything he could have imagined.

A galaxy where he stood alone as the only chance to avenge his people.

Torjesgo’s eyes closed a moment, the man behind him having only just made his statement to the Nikto about dropping the gun. The Garani was still oblivious to it, lost in his tormented thoughts. What wasn’t lost was the hate and vengeance that boiled his blood. Millions of lives that screamed in his body for revenge, those born and those denied the opportunity to live. His body felt as one great voice of the entire Garani people.

He took in a great breath as his people demanded to be remembered.

A demand that was granted as his chest was puffed out before flattening quickly as his muzzle went wide. Eyes shooting open to reveal heavily dilated pupils that were nearly nonexistent to the naked eye. His tongue going dry and cracking so the taste of blood was immediately apparent before an earth shattering shriek came out of his mouth. The sound, if one’s ears could manage to pick up anything, was a jumble of nonsense in the Garani tongue as his brain was trying to say so much at once to the Rakata that surrounded him.

The hair on his head picked up and waved through the air, the heavier tendrils not lifting up so far but still noticeably being blown back behind him. A splattering of blood and saliva joining the sound that roared through the hallway. The civilians to the sides of him trying to ignore what was going on were forced to cover their ears while those that were more focused in front of them went down to the ground in pain while their eardrums were assaulted by the sound.

The Nikto in front of him, Rakata in his mind, was hit with the full force of the agony that was running through Torjesgo’s mind. The creature being thrown back against the wall with a sickening crack as a bench provided an awkward impact zone for the lower half of his form.

Torjesgo screamed out in pain as he could feel their teeth closing upon him. The excruciating feeling weighing heavily on him as his scream seemed to last forever before the images around him faded.

His eyes closed back up and after a few seconds he went silent. His body hanging there in an upright position for a moment before his body followed with his thoughts and crumbled over onto the ground.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

[POSTING FOR DRANOK LUSSK]

The sight bewildered Dranok. The strangely dressed and looming figure behind him was suddenly in front of him, and not just that, but sinking his fangs into the Nikto. The coppery red fluid began to dribble out of the multiple incisions on its neck, letting out a bellow as it panicked to remove the cause of its pain. The Nikto's squeal began to crescendo as the strange sunk its teeth deeper into the soft, meaty flesh of its victim's neck.

Dranok blinked.

It all happened so fast. The hordes streamed endlessly across the open plains, emanating devilish shrieks of murderous joy. A light snowfall blanketed the landscape, covering the massive ruins and abandoned academy in a white frosting. Odacer-Faustin. The armored Sith stood proudly at the head of his company of arms, his chest protruded and a burning confidence in his yellow eyes. He raised a single hand to halt the bounding horde. They complied, but only to him.

The mutated and abnormal abominations deflected around him like a rock planted in the middle of a river. The man was scared. His yellow eyes wavered and flicked away to check on his black-clad legion. Blood and extremities spewed from their bodies as the abominations tore into them with elongated claws and jagged teeth. Small pockets of resistance clumped together to bring down several of the towering figures, but were quickly extinguished when a new swarm came to replace their brethren.

The man usually cared not for the lives of his subordinates, but these men were different. They'd participated in the the Lord's countless campaigns across the galaxy, conquering worlds and standing proudly in formation as their famed leader pinned medals and ribbons to their chest. They were the finest the Empire had to offer, "Lussk's Legion" they were called. The respected and feared black armored Stormcommandos. Their true technical name was Shadow Company, derived from which their operational location. The shadows were their home. Unseen, unheard, exceptionally efficient.

The finest. All of them, were wiped off the face of the galaxy in a mere few minutes. Every single individual dying a long and painful death of being torn to pieces or eaten alive. The monsters shrieked with satisfying delight as they lingered to savor their feast before the newly dead soldiers would rise to add to the hellion ranks. This was Odacer-Faustin's curse. A forbidden legend of a Sith Lord attempting to achieve immortality and ended up wiping out an entire Sith academy and condemned any who landed on the planet to death.

The crisp snow slowly descended upon blood-soaked earth. A saddened man walked away, never turning back.

The memories flooded out of the Knight's conscience, shaking his head slightly to return to his state of reality. A reality which of course, brought back memories of the massacre at Odacer-Faustin, wildly known across the Empire. Blood now pooled on the floor around the panicking figure of the Nikto, its attacker lay on the floor nearby. Strangely enough, the blue hued creature was not harmed.

The Ex-Sith Knight gave a trademark heavy sigh, taking a few paces away from the gory scene to kneel next to the crumpled, blue attacker. His golden-brown mask tilted down over his head, yellow eyes attempting to detect signs of stirring or breathing deformities.

 

[Torjesgo]

Torjesgo had dropped to his side with a pretty good crash. There had been no attempt other than the natural resistance of his body’s movement to try and slow the fall down. While it wasn’t going to knock him out, the creature had expanded everything he could with that howl of pain at the people before them. Everything that was inside of him from the pain of the images his mind had created for him having been released in that rush of power.

The energy that was expended had completely drained the Garani and resulted in the crumbled mess that he lie in now. A line of blood forming across the fur of his muzzle from the impact wit the ground. A second pooling in the lips of the creature from the damage his teeth had done to catching the edge of his mouth and cutting it open. Both minor wounds that wouldn’t do anything in the long run, but added to the appearance of the passed out alien.

Those terrors that had haunted his thoughts were gone, he didn’t see or feel anything in this state. He was in what could almost be considered peace. His thoughts not drifting to the horrors of the Rakata, to the painful memories of leaving his family and friends behind on the ship and not knowing if he’d ever see them again as he was frozen into the stasis pod. A fear that appears to have come true as the ship’s records made it clear none of the other ships had made it past the Infinite Empire’s vessels. The ship he’d been on he destroyed to ensure the privacy of his people and give them as much of a proper burial as he could manage. Those people in the stasis pods as much a freedom fighter for the Garani people as any of those who died on Garan against the Rakata. They had risked it all to go into space to try and find a refuge from those monsters and gave their lives in the process.

Such thoughts didn’t drift through his mind. Nay, instead the Garani saw nothing but blackness. A peaceful feeling as he didn’t have any wants, or needs, or fears, or anything. It was just emptiness. Emptiness that seemed to stretch on forever.

Torjesgo was okay with this and got what could have been the first actual rest he’d gotten since he was revived from the stasis pod.

Or so he thought….

His body lay there next to the unknown human, Lussk. The alien’s chest rising and falling with slow breaths that moved the suit he was encased in enough to make it very apparent that he was alive. His body was otherwise limp with his hair and tendrils tossed about around his head and his tail stretched out from his body. His biology, to someone well versed in it anyways, wasn’t one that was found in the galaxy or had ever been on record. For a regular traveler of the galaxy this was nothing new, there were thousands of alien species out there and it would be next to impossible to know what every one of them looked like.

Still, the scene and his appearance was drawing a lot of questioning eyes even with the cloaked figure hovering over him. Security’s eyes especially as now that the conflict was starting to wear down, the Manaan starport security was starting to approach to deal with the major disturbance.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

[POSTING FOR DRANOK LUSSK]

As Dranok leaned down over the strangely dressed being, he detected his presence still intact while also eyeing his rising chest. Good, he was breathing. Planting a hand to stabilize himself, he reached out with his other gloved hand to tug at the hood covering the individual's face. Durasteel met cloth as he gripped the fabric with index finger and thumb, tugging the brown hood back to reveal his face. Dranok's eyes widened at the blue-skinned creature, it was one he'd never seen. This was rare, Dranok knew of most species in the entire galaxy, a result of his countless expeditions and military campaigns across the galaxy.

His hidden yellow eyes scanned the face, attempting to detect consciousness. It ended in failure. The thing's eyes fluttered for a moment, but remained shut. It was a wonder he wasn't hurt. After bellowing that intense scream and chomping down into a massive being, he'd have to exhausted himself to the point of passing out. Using his already outstretched hand, he brought it down to clasp the being's shoulder gently. He gave the blue-hued creature an easy shake, hoping to awake him and leave before the already incoming security team could do anything.

 

[Torjesgo]

The Garani was in no shape to do much at all. His body having been completely depleted of energy from an event that he had never done before. The very idea of what he had just done would have completely thrown his thought process out of whack; going from a rational people who knew that magic didn’t and could not exist to suddenly being able to scream at people to send them flying across a room? Such a connection wouldn’t come easily for the creature that was laying across the ground beneath the unknown companion in their short conflict with the outlaws.

Now, not only were they going to be considered outlaws for striking at the two instigators, but the passed out alien and his human compadre were going to be entirely at fault here without any good testimony going to be available and the fact that Torjesgo’s attack had caused some, albeit minimal, collateral damage. The shaking to his form didn’t grant any return action other than the shifting of the alien’s body from the touching. He lay there immobile aside from his breathing as the sound of Selkath barking about in their language could be heard as people in the crowd started shifting to keep moving along or to get out of the way of the approaching security forces.

The Selkath weren't going to risk letting this get out of hand and had quickly locked down entry further into the station. If the troublemakers involved in this fight couldn't be apprehended easily then at least they would be forced back towards the ships and off of the planet rather than sticking around to cause more trouble. It was a small squad of six police who were trying to disperse the crowd while three of the police were moving right towards the two offenders. One of them was a human and would be the one to quickly speak up as they were approaching. "Drop your weapons and stand up, you're both under arrest for violating..." the woman droned on about the rule numbers that they had violated according to Manaan's local laws.