Deadly Crossing

[Tathra Khaeus]

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​Then

Perhaps months would pass before the mutagens had completed the healing process, but even now - weeks in. The effect was obvious, the flesh was stronger - more pliable and fortified by powerful alchemical enhancement.

​Tathra could feel it, the potential for even greater heights had been granted. It was approval from destiny it self, any and all sacrifices that would serve his people would only make him stronger. Cosmic powers or not.

​The only struggle that remained was the constant call for rest, the Seers demanded he remain on Draemidus whilst he recovered. To believe they could command him.​ They knew naught how great the insult burrowed. Tathra continued to oversee tactical operations from afar, gritting his teeth as his body re-learned how to walk, talk and fight. The muscles remembered, it wouldn't take too long - he hoped.

​Tathra stood in his own personal forge, watching as the massive mechanism lowered the Valdrakast slab within arms reach. A alloy created from volcanic residue and malabast. Effectively a diluted variant of the commonplace metal, however two dozen times heavier. However, when alchemised produces significant defences against elemental attacks. It was harder to work with, and more often than not created a brittle substance rather than a refined metal. Malabast was more reliable, but the potential of Valdrakast's protection against elemental forms of offense was worth the tedious process.

​Tathra hunched under the mid-length of the slab, resting its mass against is shoulder as he lifted the weight up. It made his bruises ache little, but the pain was enough to produce a quiet grunt. The Valdrakast was brought to the forge, and Tathra began the slow process of manipulating the metal.

​It was all he could do, to pass the time. However soon the Titan would find himself armed and onboard a raiding craft, headed for a planet deeper into Wild Space.

​| [member="Spencer Jacobs"] |​

 

[Spencer Varanin]

[SIZE=10pt]Then. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Off Site Location – Eshan[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Peace had, for the most part settled on Eshan. It was a tentative peace, one that was never meant to last. People were restless, the woman with straw like hair felt it. She could feel the stirring of the tides in her chest as she stood on the balcony over seeing some of the rebuilding. Her own personal mission had taken her away from the planning and efforts, for one memory filled her mind – haunting her dreams. Pale pink lips parted as she exhaled thinking about the information her informants had gathered. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The image of the Capital collapsing under the crushing blow of a species she had never seen before. For once in her long life she was intrigued, it had been so long since she had felt this need for information, it had been even longer since she felt the burning in her chest from emotions she typically kept down. They were emotions that threatened to tip her scale, her balance down a path she had ultimately done everything in her power to avoid. Still, her heart burned for what happened on Eshan that day. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Matriarch, I have news.” A soft voice from a cloth covered face. A pale grey eye with a fierce stare peered at her. “Go ahead.” Spencer calmly looked over her shoulder towards the tall slender girl, wrapped head to toe in dark material and armor. “The creatures, they’re no longer planet side, but we know—we know of the One, he leads them.” The girl spoke quickly, doing her best to remain calm though the exchange. “He’s no longer here, but we know where he is. He’s strong, big – I didn’t sense the force from him.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Spencer held her hand out as she approached the girl, reaching till she could place her hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Thank you.” It was all Spencer needed; she could gleam the location from the girl’s mind. A bow and the girl ran off to check in with her superiors, also to get well deserved rest. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Spencer wandered into her quarters and retrieved her armor. It was time. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Now.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Spooky Planet[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]A small stealth ship dropped into atmosphere and delivered the target. Words were exchanged and the ship quickly left – moving to hide itself in orbit. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]It didn’t’ take her long to arrive to where the creature that led the forces that helped burn her beloved home. As she walked a storm swirled above her, the former First Apprentice to the Sith Lord Darth Desmous, the one who stood beside the Conqueror of Ten-Thousand planets, and the Matriarch of the Echani. She was sure the beast was alerted to her arrival, but even then, whatever doors laid in her way were soon thrown open by the chaotic storm that brewed above her. [/SIZE]

[member="Tathra Khaeus"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Spooky Planet.
Destroyed Military Compound.

​Now.

One man fell and then another, and shortly thereafter only one remained. The Hraelk Axe swung widely from the mid-way grip of its owners hand, knocking the slug-thrower in hand - a massive foot rose from the cracked earth beneath, connecting with the mans chest. He was thrown back in the prison of his dented armour, head slamming against the rubble duracrete; leaving a maroon splatter that followed his body as it crumpled on the splintered floor.

​Tathra slowly resumed an appropriate posture, placing the Axe on his back as his eyes flickered to one of his many monochromatic visions - using the strange visage to search for the remaining heart beats of the humans. Beneath the rubble remained a single life, beating with a fierce anxiety in what might've been a few final moments of dread. Their heart beat with such speed that it was nearly expected when it slowly gave out, beat by beat fighting until a sudden halt in conscious existence.

​Lingering, he wondered if the soldier had found any sense of contentment in his last moments. Humans, echani, zabrak. All near-humans fought valiantly, but in their final moments they regressed. All of them, devolving into little more than a base creature. Every death only told him he was right. Eshan's destruction, everything. It was all for the better.

​The Titan looked to the sky, observing how it warped and pulled; dark clouds usurping the distant sun as the sky grew dull and chilled.
Embers danced in the dust, lighting up the tendril of ash & rubble as it was carried by the wind. Something was afoot. His medallion burned a molten yellow; the Seers whispers spoke of a descending storm.

​Tathra gestured for his troops to remove themselves from the ruin of the building. Tathra could feel the cold air draw near, a foreign storm moving with purpose toward him. Tathra found a stump of rubble amongst the carnage, slamming the head of his Axe into the ground; sitting down and awaiting the mysterious arrival.

​| [member="Spencer Jacobs"] |​