The Amalgam
Darth Phyre II
Wearing: nothing
Armed With: itself
Objective: Feed
When the corpse was uncovered, it had been in an old, otherwise empty chamber. It was heavily dessicated, and the site of it just resting on the raised block of stone immediately caused discomfort in the excavators, a pair of humans who had been prospecting for ore in the deep desert of Tattooine.
Had they known what the corpse was a copy of, they would have collapsed the tomb they had found it in, or better yet, just destroyed the corpse with whatever they could find.
"Who do you think it is?" asked Gordon, a human in mining gear. He was middle aged, and didn't work for the major corporations. He was in charge of his own small for profit company.
Considering the context, his luck was exceptionally awful.
"Not sure. But I don't like the set up." answered his second in command, Witzer, a much younger,balding man in similar orange gear, looking around the bare tomb. "Nothing about this feels right."
"We can't mine here if this is a burial site..." Gordon said. "And the tests indicated this was a site rich in Ciridium...we'd be breaking a hundred different laws if we ignored this."
"Ignoring and burying it is probably the smartest thing we could do..." Witzer muttered, staring at it.
"Should we call someone?" Gordon asked.
"Who would bother coming out for a corpse in a bare tomb with no symbols and no identification of any kind?" Witzer asked, blinking dull grey eyes.
Neither of them knew that they were dead men just for walking past the entrance.
"We gotta find somebody. I'm not gonna commit to extracting ore if it ain't legal ...c'mon...we'll let the team know what we found..."
The pair turned and walked back to the crude entrance, only for a strange red field of energy to appear as a barrier over it.
"We're trapped!" Gordon exclaimed.
"Look!" Witzer hissed, pointing at the hidden red runes on the walls, floor and ceiling.
There was a moment of silence. Where neither was sure what was going on, or what would happen.
Their questions were answered with pain.
I need not bother describing the manner of their death. How long it took. How, specifically, they suffered.
What's worth describing is how piercing their howls of agony and despair actually were. How their souls died. But I won't describe that either. Better to speculate.
A ragged, sweaty, half rotted thing staggered out, rapidly regenerating from the Life force it had feasted on, its flesh rippling and bubbling horrifically as it turned its attention to where it sensed life force. It was in a mostly feral state still. That would change the more it fed.
It staggered, organs half formed, through the tunnel dug so far, sensing the team that had stumbled on its tomb.
The corpse, growing a shock of black hair, felt satisfaction as the rest of the excavation team that had been waiting outside the mining tunnel grew horrified stares at the creature exited.
It managed a grin. You don't want a description of the face that grin was on.
Three minutes later and screaming that echoed across the dunes, and the Amalgam left the excavation site, flesh still bubbling and rippling occasionally, her body from the neck down morphed to look like she wore a skintight white catsuit.
She saw the large mining camp full of crawlers. She wasn't done yet. Her mind was still feral. All she could think about was murder and feeding off the results. She could barely think straight as she headed into the camp, feeling the fear of the inhabitants who heard the screaming.
She managed to be coherent enough to manage a smile as the miners went up to her at the camp barricades.
"There's been a terrible accident..." The Amalgam, said, deciding to go with a bit of trolling first, to work the fear up, still keeping that empty smile.
"What...what do you mean?" One of them asked.
"I'm so glad you asked..." She trailed...then moved faster than any of them could blink.
The barricades were splashed with blood in seconds. One of them managed to send out a frantic distress call on his comlink before he was turned to ash by crimson lightning bolts. She was still weak. But even weak, she was beyond deadly, especially to a bunch of defenseless mining employees...
She walked calmly into the camp, maintaining that same empty smile, still deeply feral as she continued the massacre...
Aiden Porte
Armed With: itself
Objective: Feed
When the corpse was uncovered, it had been in an old, otherwise empty chamber. It was heavily dessicated, and the site of it just resting on the raised block of stone immediately caused discomfort in the excavators, a pair of humans who had been prospecting for ore in the deep desert of Tattooine.
Had they known what the corpse was a copy of, they would have collapsed the tomb they had found it in, or better yet, just destroyed the corpse with whatever they could find.
"Who do you think it is?" asked Gordon, a human in mining gear. He was middle aged, and didn't work for the major corporations. He was in charge of his own small for profit company.
Considering the context, his luck was exceptionally awful.
"Not sure. But I don't like the set up." answered his second in command, Witzer, a much younger,balding man in similar orange gear, looking around the bare tomb. "Nothing about this feels right."
"We can't mine here if this is a burial site..." Gordon said. "And the tests indicated this was a site rich in Ciridium...we'd be breaking a hundred different laws if we ignored this."
"Ignoring and burying it is probably the smartest thing we could do..." Witzer muttered, staring at it.
"Should we call someone?" Gordon asked.
"Who would bother coming out for a corpse in a bare tomb with no symbols and no identification of any kind?" Witzer asked, blinking dull grey eyes.
Neither of them knew that they were dead men just for walking past the entrance.
"We gotta find somebody. I'm not gonna commit to extracting ore if it ain't legal ...c'mon...we'll let the team know what we found..."
The pair turned and walked back to the crude entrance, only for a strange red field of energy to appear as a barrier over it.
"We're trapped!" Gordon exclaimed.
"Look!" Witzer hissed, pointing at the hidden red runes on the walls, floor and ceiling.
There was a moment of silence. Where neither was sure what was going on, or what would happen.
Their questions were answered with pain.
I need not bother describing the manner of their death. How long it took. How, specifically, they suffered.
What's worth describing is how piercing their howls of agony and despair actually were. How their souls died. But I won't describe that either. Better to speculate.
A ragged, sweaty, half rotted thing staggered out, rapidly regenerating from the Life force it had feasted on, its flesh rippling and bubbling horrifically as it turned its attention to where it sensed life force. It was in a mostly feral state still. That would change the more it fed.
It staggered, organs half formed, through the tunnel dug so far, sensing the team that had stumbled on its tomb.
The corpse, growing a shock of black hair, felt satisfaction as the rest of the excavation team that had been waiting outside the mining tunnel grew horrified stares at the creature exited.
It managed a grin. You don't want a description of the face that grin was on.
Three minutes later and screaming that echoed across the dunes, and the Amalgam left the excavation site, flesh still bubbling and rippling occasionally, her body from the neck down morphed to look like she wore a skintight white catsuit.
She saw the large mining camp full of crawlers. She wasn't done yet. Her mind was still feral. All she could think about was murder and feeding off the results. She could barely think straight as she headed into the camp, feeling the fear of the inhabitants who heard the screaming.
She managed to be coherent enough to manage a smile as the miners went up to her at the camp barricades.
"There's been a terrible accident..." The Amalgam, said, deciding to go with a bit of trolling first, to work the fear up, still keeping that empty smile.
"What...what do you mean?" One of them asked.
"I'm so glad you asked..." She trailed...then moved faster than any of them could blink.
The barricades were splashed with blood in seconds. One of them managed to send out a frantic distress call on his comlink before he was turned to ash by crimson lightning bolts. She was still weak. But even weak, she was beyond deadly, especially to a bunch of defenseless mining employees...
She walked calmly into the camp, maintaining that same empty smile, still deeply feral as she continued the massacre...
Aiden Porte
