Private Anomolous Things

[Aberrant]

Sylok'Vanari​

The being inside the hive of biological mass was stirring incessantly. Its mind reaching out at first in small tenuous grasps, growing as time passed for purpose and knowledge throughout the year. It had grown in size as well, though by no large standard. The amalgamation of tissue and mutating biology held within the mess had reassembled itself into some cohesive form.

The body of the former jedi was evolving in an unnatural way, helped along in its finality by outside forces. It had been found a mess of healing tissue, aimless in its attempt at securing the continued existence of the being inside.

The interest of the beings around it the only tether that had allowed its continued growth into a new and potentially deadly weapon. The membrane that held the being inside was stretched thin, the pressing of large flexing tendrils and the haphazard shoving of clawed digits threatening the integrity of that pliable casing.

A sound came from within the mass, a soft note of displeasure at first as the conscious and body began their dance of cohesion. There came a tensing, limbs stretching as the nerves connected anew and pain seared along the reformed lines that connected to the brain.

The soft sound shifted and grew in pitch, quickly changing into an unholy screaming roar imbued by the force as claws tore open the thin veil that sheltered the being within. The extensions from their back unfurled and threw the membrane aside. Large, bone tendrils reaching skyward with a pained shutter as the being shook in the muck and grime that covered it.

The screaming ceased suddenly, the unfurled being suddenly shrinking into itself as the pain ebbed away into nothing and senses overwhelmed them.

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She stood briefly, every nerve aflame with sensation as her body sang with renewed feeling. She was alive in some way. But who was she? Why was she alive? Was she actually alive?

Thoughts, enriched senses, and understanding racked her unexpectedly without warning or preparation. She knelt, human fingers ending in sharp extensions that cradled her head while the synapses fired all at once and overwhelmed her inexperienced mind. There was to much, and yet not enough.

She felt alive, which was a start. She needed to understand why. For what purpose. For whom? She was adrift without reason as any inkling of the past was covered in a dark haze of confusion and pain.

Her wings flared, all of her trembling as she slowly settled into the new skin that she bore. Her eyes peeled open, a terrible feeling as the lids peeled apart and healed in short order. She wanted to scream again, protest in some way but couldn't given how quickly the pain had faded from mind.

Her labored breathing corrected itself in short order, a deep draw of air stimulating the muscles in her core as she released her skull and pressed her hands into the mass below her. Frustration led her to push upright, a slow and tentative process of understanding where exactly her balance was as the wings furled inward and extended back out as she moved and found her center.

She was wobbly but pushed onward, examining her feet before looking to her hands. Green shone through the muck that still coated her. Green skin didn't seem right, but she had no basis to corroborate the feeling of wrong there.

She flexed her hands slowly, examing the claws that adorned the ends of her ten extremities before running hands along her scalp. Something was there, and held firm against her exploratory touch. A shudder ran down her neck at the sudden realization that she could feel through what was draping down her head and back.

She wasn't sure if she was to be sick or amused. Her eyes glowed a vibrant yellow as she took stock of what she was. Not realizing completely that this was not how she had began. A soft ebb in the force flowed as well, a lack of understanding allowing to pulse as she stood in stunned silence.

There was slow and creeping nature to her mind, a newborn in the moment as more and more the synapses awoke and began sending their signals. Unlocking portions of her brain that lay dormant.

Understanding of herself was slow to filter through, the gradual shift from curious fledgling to instinctive killer subtle enough that the thoughts flowed into one another.

The curiosity of what her claws were for changing to what they could do, from finding her balance to learning its limits. The focus of her thoughts becoming more and more akin to a fledgling predator.

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

The planet of Sraeljoarsk had been a manifestation of evolution and adaptability. It was a world filled with pollution and thriving beasts, that otherwise; would have been left dormant if not for the efforts of The Bryn'adûl. Scarred and hollow, the planet had provided a deeper understanding of Draeyde and their respective Eco-centric systems of habitual survival. Still, for Order of the Ashaka much more research had to be conducted. There were many questions and little answers about many of the idiosyncrasies of the planet's indigenous fauna. Despite their continued curiosity in terms of the wild life on Sraeljoarsk, a set of particular Ashaka Mages had been conducting a far more serious form of scientific observation and application. The head of the department, was one; Sylok'Vanari. An Aeravalin with a sharp intuition when it came to particular projects and an even sharper mind.

It had been months, according to the stone fragments that slowly twirled in the air. The grey stormy eyes that watched the information sprawled clearly amongst the walls dimmed. Like daggers, the once calm eyes turned to slits, morphing into a pool of focus and strenuous concentration. The three levitating stones continued to display more and more data. Each graph and statistical anomaly that spiked, reminded the Weaver that something lived inside. Images of the past slipped into his mind. The events replayed throughout his interwoven membrane, activating the hippocampus. A surge of the events swallowed him, freeing all thought as he was warped to the former.

Six Months Ago...

The pulsating shift of the object sent minimized shock waves across the surface of the rocky terrain of Sraeljoarsk. Each black spire of the jagged canyon, was a reminder of how far the expedition team had come to analyze the phenomenon. Like water, the anomaly had sustained motion in a form of oddly contained waves. The source of the motion, hidden within the cylindrical mass. It was incredible, all things considered. For the Ashaka Weaver and his team, it was a discovery that sucked the breath out of them. The thick filmy liquid that encased the spherical object began to grow, expanding its reach to a considerable size in the everlasting seconds they stood and examined it. For Sylok, the occurrence showed him the truth. The seismic activity they felt was tainted with the force, its thick layered influence seeping into the Weaver's own domain like an infestation of an uninvited guest. It was the first clue, one that had forced a smile on Sylok's face.

The swirling pools of mixed force signals made curious. He stepped forward, his hand reach for the mucky water substance and as his hand touched the base, beneath the wavy dark fluids was a solid base. Sylok pressed his palm flatly against it, waiting for the answer to usher in his ear. But nothing came...not even a whisper in the arid wind. Instead, threads of the force latched onto him. Purple energy wrapping around his forearm like a chain of imprisonment. Before he retracted his arm, a shimmering purple eclipsed above the messy blob. Sylok's eyes widened in amazement, the gifts of his Life Weaving abilities presenting the one true answer. Something lived inside it. It was an intriguing concept, so much so; that Sylok ordered for extraction to the super construct. It would serve as a multi-purposed experiment and without any response from what resided inside, made Sylok think it was infantile. His intuition would be correct, yet again.

Once extracted, Sylok and other Ashaka began to preform magical practices to contain and treat disparaging results throughout the course of the growth process. Before long, Sylok made an educated decision to make sure that the living being inside should have properties befitting that of a Draelvasier, but most shockingly, most of the data presented him with a complex strand of their own molecular created virus; a virus that otherwise was considered by his people to be the ultimate curse for humanoid weaklings. Sylok questioned if the interfusion of Drael DNA and other cell-based injections could steer the results of the mysterious being hiding within. Even so, the Aeravalin started with the first injection in the form of a mixed pool of every sub-species within the Draelvasier line. Next, single doses of bestial cell structures from the wretched creatures the science division had been studying for years. With each injection, more molecular changes began to phase in and out, keeping set traits and odd recordings of the amalgamation underneath. It was clear, Sylok's creative approach bore fruit...

or rather, a rare monster.

The blaring alarm warped him back into reality, the graphs and data spikes fizzled out. One Draevasier stone falling through the air before shattering on the ground. A sudden twisting sludge broke free from the test subject, the once solid sphere formulating its final creation. The first sign of life came in a swathe of winged fury. The arches of the abomination's back splintered outward, wings curling outward in a majestic display of control. Next, the discolored skin, a onset of emerald complexion pushing through the adherent mixed liquids that began to spill into the room. The same for the creations hands, a feeling of excitement and unknown stilled Sylok's heart. If he had the ability to cry, he would have. Instead, his eyes fixated on what looked like two suns piercing through the veil that jailed its mind, body and soul. Sylok stepped back, giving the creation space and time to formulate a reasoning. He could feel her so thickly in the force, a blanket between them began to form. Almost in a way, it felt like a tight resistance. A tightly strained string of two interwoven force sensitives, standing toe to toe. Then it hit him, the stinging pain in the force telling him all he needed to know.

It was alive.

Aberrant ​

 

[Aberrant]

Sylok'Vanari​

The step by another being near her presence drew her mental attention. The ponderous gaze she held over her visible features pausing as her face lazily turned to the other in her space. More connections fired, something embedded within her mind filling in the blank spaces.

A room, objects floating, a sound irritating to the senses screamed its protest as she took everything in and processed what lay before her. Wings flared in measured pace, slowly extending to their maximum length in an instinctual manner to appear larger than she truly was.

The other in the room near her stood tall enough to force her eyes upward. A reaction that seemed to irritate her as her hands flexed and prepared the sharp digits there. The connections of genetic memory and her hippocampus were firing away as her slow lean forward in preparation to attack suddenly halted.

Recognition flared in those sun colored orbs. This was not an enemy, and not a threat. She straightened, eyes running up and down the other before searching the room briefly. There were no signs of recognizing where they were as she let her gaze fall back to the other.

Aeravalin, a weaver. A being knowledgeable with many a things, and a power that was both intrinsic as well as foreign to her. As if remembering herself, her eyes flared bright with effort. The force thrummed around her, the blanket of her power drawing inward to her sharp and quick.

As though a drain cap had been pulled, her presence in the force was dwindling quickly before ultimately seeming to disappear before the other. She was not above him, and she had already shown signs of disregard and ill respect. At least a part of her had deemed it so. Some other pieces of her mind raged at the idea, demanding she act.

Caution won out, a feeling that went deeper than her mutations but lay silent in light of the new information being processed. Her eyes dulled to an amber sheen, pupil visible as the scales beneath her eyes glittered in the low light. The tendrils along her scalp flicked, irritable at the continuing sound that pained her.

"Who are you?" She spoke in a sharp tone, pinning her gaze to the Aeravalin. Her tongue formed the words, the inhuman language strange at first to her own ears. Confusion rode her still though her bearings were quickly gathering beneath her as her wings settled back behind her.

No longer a large display intended to scare the other away, not when she sought answers.