Dominion Frolicking with Dragons | Agents of Chaos Dominion of the Empty Hex SW of The Deep

[Salem Norongachi]

Objective: Fight Night
Location: The Kark Off - The Slums, Eve
Tags: Chassella Madame Cognito Jairus Starvald Domino

“SHE LIVES!” came the jubilant exclamation from Skippy and if anyone was paying any kind of attention might have noted the glistening in his eyes.

“Fights rigged!” his opposite number cried out. “No way she walks away from that!”

“She ain’t walking! That baby’s flying!” a drunk replied gleefully.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!” it was a collective wince of empathy for the Dragon as it took a super sonic Twi’lek to the face.

“She’s shooting lightning! No way that's legal, where the fraks the ref!?”

“Lightningggggg girrrrrrllllll!” went up the chant.

Away from the gathering of drunken sports fans, Norongachi and The Kid were doing bar manly things, which meant looking busy doing nothing at all and keeping a constant eyeball on the Kark Offs pressure gauge, ready to move at a moments notice to rescue the holo-tv.

“Haven't heard a peep.” he called over his shoulder, truth be told he didn’t particularly care what went on in the Slums, everyone needed a living and as long as it didn’t come to his door it wasn't his business.

It took one cleaned glass (although cleaner would have been a more accurate description), before a new voice joined the others. Sal had his back to it and felt his eye twitch at the drink request. He threw down his rag, slammed a pint glass onto the counter and turned.

“Are you all illiterate? Look at the frakking sign. It's not inconspicuous, it isn’t in some bizarre language or eye squinting font. It proclaims pretty clearly what we sell, it isn’t a suggestion it's a bloody f..” he stopped mid rant and narrowed his eyes, slowly stalking across the short distance between the shelves behind the bar and the bar itself.

“Uhhh...boss?” The Kid enquired his brown eyes flicking between Salem's strange expression and the new guy. “Are you ohumphphhphh!?” whatever The Kid was about to ask was muffled by Norongachi’s hand over his face and a quiet ‘shhhhh’.

“Just because you aren’t dead doesn’t mean you get an appletini.” Sal declared with a scowl, his hands disappearing under the bar and reappearing with two glasses and a bottle of his private stash. He poured himself a measure and then threw it back. “This frakking guy…” he thought.

 

[Chassella]

Objective: Fight Night / Find a Missing Force Power Manual
Location: The Kark Off - The Slums, Eve
Tags: Salem Norongachi Raymond Mosses Jairus Starvald

Spoiler: Gear and Equipment

• Dress of Salvation - X
  • Taozin Amulet
  • G1 Omnilink
• Primary and Secondary Arms
  • Chassella's Twin Lightsaber Shotos
  • Whimsy Knife

Surprising no one but her mentor and a couple of the other senior priestesses at the monastery who had hyped up her reputation because she seemed good at martial arts, Chassella realized that she was in over her head. Feeling the beginnings of a headache coming over her, Chassella took a deep breath and closed the holographic display. It turned out that a book, even one of great supposed value to her superiors at the monastery, wasn’t exactly easy to find in a sprawling. Perhaps it was just as likely that the book had been tossed in some waste bin as it was that a Force-sensitive Mynock gangster was reading it and by some miracle, actually teaching themselves the ability.

Regardless, the newcomer’s comments matched her own experiences with esoteric texts of arcane content. There were many holobooks within her monastery’s library that she couldn’t read without a translation software because they were written in an obscure dialect of some long-forgotten language.

“Not sure...” Chassella answered softly. “Maybe a syndicate, but we don’t really have those in the slums. Just the Mynocks and a few of their offshoots.”

In the meantime, Chassella glanced up just in time to see that the Twi’lek had in fact, survived the gout of fire she had been subjected to by the dragon. Her counterattack, coming in the form of what Chassella recognized as a common, energy-based manifestation of the Force, taking the form of lightning. The patrons erupted in a mix of cheers, jeers, and angry shouts around her, the tension in the room pushing ever closer to a head as the momentum of the fight transpiring on the Holo TV shifted suddenly and violently in the other direction.

She couldn’t help but to admit that under these volatile conditions, it would be nigh-impossible for her to find something as elusive as a Force manual. For a few moments, Chassella thought about leaving, but she didn’t think it would be polite of her to do that so soon. She took a few more sips from her water before taking a brief glance at the door.

Blinking, it was then that she saw a thoroughly bruised man who was wearing an admittedly cute pair of socks, enter the bar. However, in spite of his ravaged appearance, the thought of him somehow being a lead to the book she was searching for came up in her mind, and for some reason, she couldn’t quite get it out of her head.

Could he be the highly-literate, Force-using gangster who would lead her to the natural resolution of this fool’s errand?

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Objective/Location: Space, Kill Mifletzet
Tags: Bundori Scherezade deWinter Luna Vega

Spoiler: Gear and Equipment

• EVA Suit - X
• Small Arms
  • Punisher Pistol
• Melee
  • Hekler'Kok VB-01
  • Whimsy Knife (2)
• Grenades
  • Class-A Thermal Detonator (2)

Her slide into the heart of the dragon was met with great resistance.

Even while inside the dragon, its body was consciously or unconsciously making every conceivable attempt to expel her. With her small stature and comparatively light weight, Ivixa knew that the monster routinely ate creatures like her as mere appetizers, and so, she had to slice her way through as the muscles within the dragon’s esophagus attempted to push her out. Her vibroblade thrummed with power as it tore through muscle and flesh in equal measure, undoubtedly causing the beast great pain as a knife was ripped through its insides. Splattered in a grotesque mixture of purple blood, mucus, and all manner of internal juices, Ivixa held onto her vibro blade and the hose for dear life. With each second, the small group of fair maidens was getting closer to the heart, but it was strenuous and desperate work cutting through the flesh of such a massive beast. Even so, Ivixa found herself thinking of the fact that she would probably need multiple washes to purge the putrid stench of the dragon’s insides out of her hair.

No doubt, she would have to tolerate a long stretch of bad hair days after this was over.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Location: Shuttle towards the Dragon Disc
Wearing: Space suit
Tags: Dimitri Lindzinsky + Open!

From the corner of her eyes, Alwine saw that Dimitri was busy, reacting to the words he had just heard. Though she loved the girl, sometimes she wished she could have a different name to give him other than the one who was actively working on taking Mifletzet down. Not that the girl wasn't incredibly effective, but… She was definitely not someone you sent in when you wanted to take care of things in a prim and proper way that was according to protocol. She knew how to both succeed and at the same time make a few others incredibly embarrassed.

Turning her attention back to Me'elech, Alwine smiled.

"We shall call our colony the Leviathan," Me'elech continued, "And when it is ready, we shall bring many more of the younger members of our clan to it. It will do them good to learn the ways of the galaxy, as it appears our older ones are content to simply resume our nomadic lives. But events are in motion. There are things greater than you that will soon enough become visible. We must all be ready."

Alwine was not certain what to say to that. She didn't know about anything that was bigger than their immediate and semi immediate conflicts across the galaxy. But Me'elech… He was speaking as though something else was coming.

"And we shall fight with you and for you," he added with a nod, "Just as you will fight for us and with us."

To that, she nodded enthusiastically.

"Then we are in agreement," she said, "And all that remains is the matter of Mifletzet."

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Meeting up with Mifletzet.
Wearing: Space suit. Bodysuit beneath it.
Wielding: 2 Whimsy Knife
Tags: Bundori Ivixa Nera'kas Luna Vega +Open!

Really, Scherezade was having the time of her life. Though Ivixa Nera'kas had certain struggles, the Sithling herself felt as though the trio of them were visiting Water Works. Except the water was blood and slime and the plastic water tunnels were filled with body pieces and were sort of icky and really smelled bad, but it still counted! The main reason she wasn't out right screaming WHEEEEEEE was because she didn't want to get the slime into her mouth.

Outside, Mifletzet was trashing back and forth. It was sort of amazing how something the size of him (7 kilometers long in case anyone has forgotten) could move so quickly. Sure, no one knew it was because his top digestive system was actively being turned into sashimi, but that was only because it didn't show on the outside. However, it did mean that many ships that had been close, now had to move further away. A few of them even exploded on the way.

But the one that was sending the hose out… It stood strong. While others moved away, it tried to get closer, to attach itself to the dragon's neck, to make sure that they moved not against him, but with him.

Inside of Mifletzet, Scherezade almost paused as she heard the message from Luna Vega .

The brunette frowned, and shook her head, though she knew Luna couldn't actually see it.

We're killing him, she answered her. Simple. Brutal. Honest. And then we're going to have a colony of dragons on the Scintilla. Plus, we get to say that we killed a friggin' 7 kilometer long lizard. Do you think Discordia will let me hang his head on my wall?

Grinning, she spread her legs, trying to slow down their descent. It was time.

"Slice!" she screamed with her actual vocal chords, and then spit as some of the dragon slime went into her mouth. Eww. It tasted like spoiled meat.

She only had a small knife with her; but she was working it, cutting at the area. She could sense the dragon's heart beat, though for once, it wasn't because of her blood hound abilities; this large of a dragon had a large heart to go with it that had to operate the rest of its body. They could all hear it.

And once they were in… The hose would be ready.

The Hose of Destiny.

 

[Raymond Mosses]

Ray walked away toward the direction of the Kark Off. the alley was cold on his socked feet and he paused to think about his situation
Maybe keeping the one shoe was not so bad an Idea. I mean he might find the kid that took his shoe and get it back, odder things have happened. He turned to walk back to his shoe then noticed it was gone. "What tha" said Ray. No one had passed him and he did not see anyone in the alley. where had his shoe gone? He turned to look around for the kids again but saw no one. "Odd" said Ray turning back to walk barefoot to the Kark Off. He had rounded the corner and saw the Kark off in the near distance. The door opened as a man left then closed again. Ray thought about the activity he had seen int he place when he had first opened the door. It was crazy, Ray had no idea what was going on but knew he wanted to stay out of it as much as possible.

Ray opened the door to the Kark Off and walked in. The place had digressed into even more chaos than it had been when he was there earlier. If he had shoes he would have left again but as it was he walked into the bar in his socked feet and waved at Sal.

"Hey Sal," he shouted across the bar at the man. Ray looked around then at the people in the place. There in a corner, a man seemed to be passed out. Ray wondered what size shoe the man was wearing then walked over to see.

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Objective/Location: Space, Kill Mifletzet
Tags: Bundori Scherezade deWinter Luna Vega

Spoiler: Gear and Equipment

• EVA Suit - X
• Small Arms
  • Punisher Pistol
• Melee
  • Hekler'Kok VB-01
  • Whimsy Knife (2)
• Grenades
  • Class-A Thermal Detonator (2)

Ivixa didn’t see Scherezade when she slowed her descent until it was too late, at which point Ivixa landed neatly on top of the larger woman’s shoulders, her legs straddled to either side of the assassin’s originally red, but now-purple blood-soaked hair. Ivixa let loose an alarmingly high-pitched scream as she landed on top of the Blood Hound, but with her new position on top of her, she was easily able to help her cut through the flesh of the dragon so that the group could more quickly enter the chamber of the creature’s massive heart. The powerful, booming bass beats of the undoubtedly colossal organ filled Ivixa’s sensitive ears, serving as a kind of compass to direct her blade into the monster’s flesh.

In enlisting in the Wild Hunt, undergoing boot camp with peers who were virtually twice her size, and finally graduating as a full member in spite of her significant physical disadvantages, not once had Ivixa expected that she would be given the chance to kill a 7 kilometer long dragon. It was only then that she remembered the prophecy her mother had told her about, which the Sri’la shaman had given to her, upon Ivixa’s birth.

“I foresee a slayer of dragons and men.”

Up until that moment, Ivixa had forgotten about it entirely, having dismissed it as a metaphor, rather than a literal telling of the future. However, the latter part of it had already come true. Indeed, she had killed men, more than a few, in fact.

If she could kill men, then she could certainly kill a dragon.

As if a switch had spontaneously flipped in her brain, suddenly, Ivixa was no longer grossed out or scared. Her thoughts about her hair dissipated like a wisp in the wind as a savagely earsplitting battle cry tore from her throat. She summoned all of her strength and channeled it into pushing the vibroblade into the beast’s thick flesh, her blade ripping and rending as she did. Outside, the dragon let out yet another pained scream and thrashed about in a renewed series of violent convulsions. Nevertheless, Ivixa was undaunted, her grip on the blade unrelenting as she came towards the end of the circular hole that she and the Blood Hound had cut into its flesh, which led into the chamber of the beast’s heart...

 

[Salem Norongachi]

Ten'tek wasn't having the best day, he'd been evicted from his hovel, he owed a stupid amount in gambling debt and some kids had just bowled him over like the Chadra-Fan wasn't even there. He squeaked quietly to himself, the high pitched noises, if translated to basic, would have turned the air blue above his tiny head as he progressed along the street.

How had it come to this? Once he had been a sentient of means, wheeling and dealing among the stars. He'd had three houses, seven wives, and fourteen pleasure yachts in every shade and flavor you could imagine. Where did he go wrong? Why had the universe took a perverse pleasure in kicking him all the way down the heap and then a couple more times for good measure?

Although, he thought as he stepped out of the way of a couple of bigger clumsy slums residents, the seven wives finding out about each other in rapid succession and then his local government realizing he hadn't paid taxes in ten years could have been the start of his troubles. Decadence had been his folly, greed and hubris had brought him low and now, here he was, standing in a street designed by literal drunks and reprobates with one foot in the mud and the other in the grave.

He sat down, folded his hands around his knees and let the toilet of depression flush him. He was half way down that emotional u-bend when he saw the shoe, much too big, well worn and scuffed but it was one more than he had before. He squeaked with a quiver of his lip as he slipped it on and then admired the mismatched pair. Maybe his luck was turning, he thought with a shuffling hop in his step and disappeared into the rat warren he called home.

 

[Luna Vega]

Location: Space | Enroute to Scherezade and Mifletzet
Wearing: Spacesuit | Leathers and tank
Tags: Scherezade deWinter | Ivixa Nera'kas | Bundori + Others/Open​

Do you see...

Terror choked her, tears welled in her gray eyes. Don't you see? Why can't you see?

HELP ME, GIRL.

The flood of images that bombarded her psyche made the pirate stagger, helm shaking. If she were drunk, she was as sober as a person could get now. The sheer weight of the suit [something that never had bothered her before] made her naturally throw her arms out to steady herself as she surfed. Riding waves, but the waves were all psychological. With the emotional storm beating down on her, Luna struggled- pushed, willed, urged the images from the massive space dragon to the Bloodhound.

HEEEELP ME, GIRL.

Mifletzet howled and thrashed.

His memories came in flashes, small spurts and then, suddenly replayed as if it were in real time. As if he were making her relive the destruction. The destruction of his kind, his family. It was not only that. No. The memories went much further, as far as the Great Dragon could remember.

They were SLAVES. They were hunted to near extinction. Why? Because they no longer wished to serve. They wished to be free of the natives, The Le'tahout. The seven kilometer beast remembered, knew. Me'lech was the heir to those ancestors that slew his kind, wished to wrench what Mifletzet stood for.

FREEDOM.

Freedom came at a price. It always does.

The prey became the predator and he was the last of them.

REVENGE.

Luna Vega reached for that hose, wrapping her metaphysical will around it and tugged. Tugged, even as she fed the images and emotion to Scherezade like rapid fire. Multiple targets. She fed the truth to them ALL. THEY ARE NOT THE ENEMY! THE LE'TAHOUT ARE THE ENEMY!

WHY CAN'T YOU SEE???? I WILL MAKE YOU SEE!!!!

Compassion coupled with rage tore through space, herding the other dragons to ride, to protect their King of Dragons.

FREE THEM.

FREE THEM ALL!

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Objective: Fight Night / Stir some trouble
Location: The Kark Off - The Slums, Eve
NPC: Jared Ovmar, the ol' bastard
Tags: Salem Norongachi | Chassella

That grin shifted into a smirk once he saw the good stuff being pulled out.

"Well ol' friend, you can't blame me for trying." Certainly Sally could and probably would, but that was besides the question. He resettled, shifting slightly so his hip was leaning against the bar. This way he could see 3 things. The fight currently happening, the drink being poured and Chassella as she kept marinating on her question.

"Nice to see you aren't dead either, Sally." Drawled lazily as he accepted the glass and glanced on over to Chass once more. That meant he missed the last swings and bouts of the fight, but.

Truth to be told?

Ovmar could give a chit about that.

Petty fighting rings had lost their exhilaration a long time ago. "Sure, could be a Syndicate." A shrug there as his eye followed hers. Towards a man stepping into the establishment. So popular a place. "Ya got yarself a really popular shindig here, ol' Sal." He murmured that over his shoulder, while sizing up the lad walking in.

"I do smell a little bit of that mana off of him. So he might very well have yar book. Whatcha gonna do about it, hmm? Just tackle him, see what happens."

Grin.

Chit-eating grin.

 

[Salem Norongachi]

Objective: Fight Night
Location: The Kark Off - The Slums, Eve
Tags: Raymond Mosses Jairus Starvald Chassella

The taps flowed, bottles were upended and the energy in the place was rapidly swinging toward chaotic damnation and reckless abandon. Would they break into song? Would one brush against another and start a blood bath? It was anyone's guess at this point, the fight was keeping what little attention they had focused, which was nice but soon..soon, they'd know which way the pendulum was swinging.

Sal heard his name called above the generic revelry and looked up to see Ray, shoeless and more than a little disheveled. "Kids get you?" he called out in response. There wasn't much for them to do around here and they never went too far in their 'fun', Rays shoes would probably appear slung across a power line by their laces later in the day. It brought a bit of character to the place.

"We do a decent trade." his tone said he wished they didn't and the sheen of sweat on his forehead followed by the muffled grunts as he manhandled a keg into place reinforced that sentiment. "Ray? That Ray? That Ray over there? Without shoes? You must be braindead." Sal scoffed at the suggestion.

Although, the man did have an uncanny knack for not dying when he should, and hell, he'd lost shoes when other more capable tourists had lost whole limbs wandering around The Slums. He considered it for a moment and then shook his head. "No chance."

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Meeting up with Mifletzet.
Wearing: Space suit. Bodysuit beneath it.
Wielding: 2 Whimsy Knife
Tags: Bundori Ivixa Nera'kas @]Luna Vega +Open!

It was hot inside the dragon. Unbelievably hot. Scherezade was sort of sure that she was pouring more sweat now than she ever had on the sand dunes of Tatooine. No one ever thought about the temperature inside of animals until it was time to visit their cavities. Her skin was also starting to sting - they were still at the start of Mifletzet's digestive system, which meant that his saliva was trying to already undo their cells. It could take hours or days, she wasn't sure how quickly dragons digested generally speaking, but the sting on her skin could already be felt.

Maybe next time she decided to jump into a dragon's insides and drag some people with her, she could tell everyone to wear something a little bit more protective than a skimpy bikini.

Still - with their combined work, the opening towards the heart was big enough now.

Scherezade glanced back. In all their movements and motions, the button to turn the hoze on had slipped from her. Thankfully, it was right near Ivixa Nera'kas 's little hands.

"Ivixa!" she roared, leading the spout of the hoze's mouth into the slices they'd all created, "Turn it on! Turn it on!"

In came the attack of compassion from Luna Vega . She was… Sending little dragons their way? Luna, how are you going to send little dragons into the big dragon? she asked her. After all, they were inside-

Inside.

Damnit!

"By the way," she thought now was a good time to inform her mission companions, "I never actually calculated how we're getting out of here. Hope you're both ready for some major improvisation."

 

[Bundori]

Ivixa Nera'kas Luna Vega Scherezade deWinter

Bundori had been quiet and as they were sent into the maw of the beast she was unsure of just one thing.... how were they going to get out? She looked at it and well the idea of cutting out was there.. they could get out of its belly... but that seemed far to easy... they could try and get back up through the throat but there was going to be a whole lot of dangerous things outside with space... thought she was looking at things and there was only one way out... forward. "I saw we go out the eyes.. they were squishy and less need to cut.... also if it can survive without a heart it can be dangerous or maybe it has like additional hearts.... we can't know."

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Objective/Location: Space, Kill Mifletzet
Tags: Bundori Scherezade deWinter Luna Vega

Spoiler: Gear and Equipment

• EVA Suit - X
• Small Arms
  • Punisher Pistol
• Melee
  • Hekler'Kok VB-01
  • Whimsy Knife (2)
• Grenades
  • Class-A Thermal Detonator (2)

Ivixa cried out in a mix of adrenaline and elation when they finally finished cutting the gaping hole into the chamber of the dragon’s heart. All the while, her grip on the hose had remained unrelenting, but she was beginning to feel the burn in her muscles as the creature put up a renewed measure of resistance, which manifested in the hose feeling as if it were being tugged back by the muscles in the dragon’s throat. Regardless, Ivixa was strong. The sweat of her exertion welled from her pores, intermixing with the acids of the dragon’s insides and its purple blood. She grunted as she pulled the hose back, engaging in a taxing tug-of-war with what she thought were the muscles of the dragon, but was actually an arcane force emanating from hundreds of kilometers away.

Her entire body throbbed with the exertion, but she nevertheless found a second wind amidst the struggle. With a burst of energy, she channeled what was left of her strength into pulling the hose back into position, before reaching to press the button which would turn it on with a triumphant roar.

After a few seconds, during which the hose vibrated within her tiny hands, a violent discharge of pink glitter exploded from the hose, shooting directly into the chamber which contained the proverbial engine of the beast. Moments later, the acid within the glitter began to eat through the organ, eating away at it like insects on a rotten corpse, albeit much faster and with far more brutality.

Outside, Mifletzet thrashed his last, his heart failing as pink-glittery acid bit through muscle and flesh. After six seconds of shooting acid into the chamber, Ivixa stopped the discharge. The acid already within the chamber was more than enough to kill the beast over the next few moments, but in taking her Punisher pistol and pointing it directly at the heart, Ivixa intended to administer a final coup de grâce. A single K-40 Brimstone round, loaded with an explosive payload of baradium shot out from the underbarrel launcher of the pistol, striking the monster’s heart directly in a violent explosion of shrapnel, concussive energy, and fire. Then, Mifletzet’s heart gave a final pounding beat, before being permanently silenced in the pink-glittery fires of chaos.

Ivixa took a deep breath, glancing to Scherezade and Bundori with a broad grin on her lips as she took in the magnificent sight.

Unfortunately, her expression quickly flipped upside down, golden eyes going wide with surprise when she heard what the Blood Hound said next.

"Maybe uhh...we can let it...poop...us out?" Ivixa offered weakly, before leaping down from the Sithling's shoulders, as she looked between the expressions of her companions. "What? Don't things poop when they die?"

 

[Luna Vega]

The Semi-Big Bad
Location: Space | Traveling towards Mifletzet
Tags: Scherezade deWinter | Ivixa Nera'kas | Bundori​

It's too late. I'm too late. Luna screamed, unable to keep hold of the hose. I'm not strong enough.

Mifletzet...

They were going to do it; he was going to die. The reality of it stung and her gaze narrowed, tears slipping from the brim to burn her cheeks.

Bloody hell.

The King of Dragons must have felt her despair in his darkest hour, heard her apology in just his name.

You cannot save me, child.

Vega nodded, though it could not be seen. The pirate was still on her way, if for nothing more than to pay her respects.

You have the chance to save my daughters, my sons...my mate. Let them have my revenge. It is not too late for that.

A dimness that shadowed her eyes brightened through her tears.

Spit them out, Mifletzet. Now, before it's too late.

The Agent's mind reached, imploring the loyal dragons to aid her in this quest. The quest to save those that would slay their King. It was his life for theirs-- his last request.

So little time.

In the same moment that Mifletzet heaved from deeper than his belly, he had forced all his strength into a motion that would jar and jostle the intruders inside. The violent movement and display of trust was more than strong enough to send the group within sailing toward an open mouth. Toward escape where three of the smallest space dragons waited.

I weelll desstroooy thuss paple. Thusss slaaayvars, Scherezade deWinter .

Mark meh waards.

Determination overrode her fear in those moments. Luna would hold the great creature's eyes until it was over with his children and his mate [save three] behind her. Rallying? Protecting? The beryl-haired corsair wasn't sure.

Only after would they avenge him. Only when those Natives thought to be safe, be rid of the terror they created--deserved.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Meeting up with Mifletzet.
Wearing: Space suit. Bodysuit beneath it.
Wielding: 2 Whimsy Knife
Tags: Bundori Ivixa Nera'kas Luna Vega +Open!

Go through the eyes? Scherezade blinked as she considered that. They were probably going to have to climb out anyway, so why not go for the eyes? The whole skull part was supposed to be all attached-y and stuff and maybe, since the skull was so large, she wound't get to hang Mifletzet's head on her wall anyway, so why not destroy the eyeballs while they were at it?

Ivixa offered to get pooped out first. Had they not been so completely covered in digestive juices at the moment, Scherezade could've just hugged the tiny woman. That was exactly the sort of ideas that she loved to hear. There were probably a few more people around the 'verse who could say they melted a dragon heart with glitter and acid, but how many people could actually say we got pooped by a dragon and mean it in such a literal sense?!

Sadly though, when a dragon was seven kilometers long and they were still relatively close to the mouth, they had quite a few distance to travel to get to the butthole, and Scherezade wasn't totally sure if they could survive the small intestine.

Still though. Ivixa had hit the button, the glitter was done, and after more than enough trashing, they were… Okay? Maybe. Alive, definitely! So now they had to choose between eyes and butthole.

But before they could actually choose - the interaction between Mifletzet and Luna Vega sealed their fate. Suddenly, the esophagus began to move, more violently than expected, and before the women could do anything, they were already in motion - the dragon's insides moving them back to where they'd come from.

"What the-" Scherezade began, ready to start cursing, when Luna's message sounded in her head. Oh! That woman! She was definitely not going to get another Churi! May your Churi Queen dhairrate in your morning coffee! the Sithling sent back to the woman.

And the next thing they knew, the girls were out, floating in space, protected by the bubble that still ensured they had oxygen… But at this point, not for long.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Location: Shuttle towards the Dragon Disc
Wearing: Space suit
Tags: Dimitri Lindzinsky + Open!

Me'elech nodded.

All that was left was to wait for Mifletzet to die. Alwine had little doubt that the enemy dragon would die - after all, they had some of their most effective people going after him.

"I was not surprised when Discordia did not ask me questions about Mifletzet," Me'elch suddenly spoke, "But you, little one, asked nothing either."

"Is there something we have neglected to ask?" Alwine asked him, "He is chasing your clan. He is killing your younglings. He will kill you too if he gets close enough."

"All that is true, for I have given no lie," the dragon nodded, "But is it the entire truth?"

Alwine paused. Was it the entire truth? No one had told her why Mifletzet was chasing the clan. All they knew was that he had undergone some experimentation that had made him… Different. He was no longer himself. There was no reasoning with him, for the damage had irreversibly damaged his mind and soul. There wasn't even a way to contain him, not when he was that large.

"Does it matter if it is not?" she asked after a long silence. Were there moral questions that had to be asked? Perhaps. But the matter of the fact was that these dragons weren't taking territory over, and as such, not going against Agents of Chaos ideology. This meant that more likely than not, whatever other story existed behind the events that had led them to this day, the benefits of accepting their colony and doing their dirty work for them outweighed whatever other story there might have been.

It was incredibly pragmatic thinking. But now was not the time to mule over it. Whatever dangers came with accepting the clan to the Scintilla and to the Agents, they would face it. Now it was up to the dragons to make it worth it.

"I suppose not," the dragon nodded, and Alwine could swear that it looked as though he was smiling. "Mifletzet is dead. I can feel it in my bones. The Agents of CHaos have kept their bargain - and so shall we."

He held a great big hand out, and Alwine reached forward with her own tiny one. He probably didn't even even feel it when she touched him with a finger, which was the closest they could come to shaking hands.

It was done.

 

[Paragon of Virtue]

And such, the deal was struck and finalized. The Agents of Chaos had taken care of Mifletzet, killing the seven kilometer dragon in cold acid. Only one, as far as they knew, had been against it, while the others seemed more interested in the giant trophy they had gotten out of the mission. Discussions about what to actually do with the now floating dragon corpse near their territory would take weeks if not months - everyone wanted a little piece of the carcass.

Clan Le'tahout's sphere on the Scintilla would soon go into construction mode, and the nomadic tribe of the space dragons would move in and join the Agents of Chaos shortly after that.

Realizing that perhaps, not only the dragons moved along the regular route from one part of the galaxy to another, the Agents of Chaos next expanded their defences into this part of the 'verse, focusing a lot on lookouts and observations, but not neglecting to add some actual firepower and defenses as well.

All in all, it seemed that they had earned a bunch of space dragons willing to fight for their cause, as well as slightly expand the empty territory that they protected against potential future threats.

Thus ends the story of how the Agents of Chaos received a colony of space dragons and expanded their territory into the empty hex south-west of the Deep. All members are, of course, more than welcome to continue their personal stories for as long as they want to. Happy RP'ing! ​

 

[Domino]

Objective: Gladiator a dragon
Location: Partially constructed 5 km sphere
Wearing: Personal Siege Gear [x]
Armament: These Hands be Fightin'!
Music [x]

After that gout of lightning the two combatants floated tense, eyes piercing into each other as they studied their opponent. Domino was panting hard in her sweat-soaked armor, hands partially curled around their stinging burns and twitching to keep blood circulating. The Dragon's hide shivered as he worked out the spasms of the electric shock and appraised his slippery foe. His was a power that, without the most delicate of touches, would have ripped their battleground apart let alone this tiny woman. Yet she had been the one surprising him time and again. Her own attacks had been just as ineffective against his bulk and armoring scales as his had been for her nimbleness, but now she was taking him head-on. His tail twitched.

Her left hand spazamed where it hung down by her side, armored gauntlet half closing as Domino dismissed the weaponry remaining there. Likewise the rest of her armament was either spent, would be worse than ineffective, or too dangerous for a sparring match, even against someone so magnificent as her opponent. That left... A pinprick of light began forming in that twitching hand. It was numb from the pain yet she still forced it to work, she dictated what her body did, not pain. Shadows reached out and bathed the walls around them, her fingers and a larger one where her body blocked the tiny light. Below her the dragon shifted, coiling in like a snake about to strike. Domino moved her legs, adjusting her center of gravity to line up her backpack's thrusters, she hoped they still worked.

The lights throughout the sphere lights 'thunked' on and the Ding! Ding! of a bell rang over her comm. "And that's it folks! Ten minutes of unbridled, in your FACE, throw-down, no holds barred, ACTIOOOOON!" Damn Domino hated that man, but in this case his timing was impeccable. At her side the light was swallowed by the ring's illumination and she let the fold slowly work itself back to its natural shape in her hand. Below her the dragon was blinking owlishly in the sudden light, hearing the same announcements over his own sub-dermal comm. Unless she'd fried it that was. Still, he gave her a respectful nod of the head, one fighter to another which Domino returned and then bumped a loose fist against her chest plating. "There they are," he almost sounded out of breath as if he'd been fighting himself. Domino figured he was winded from screaming so much. "The two fighters, recognizing each other. Skill, brawn, audacity, you've seen it all here tonight." Domino switched channels to a private one, cutting him off, and feathered the ion drives of her pack to send her towards the entrance of this place in blessed silence. She wanted out of this armor and to get the waiting medical team looking at her. And then a nap.