Such Sweet Eternal Sorrow (Invite Only)

[Sal Katarn]

Anguish irradiated the air of Druckenwell. So much death in a single act of devastation had not gone unnoticed. The sheer amount of life lost reverberated throughout the Force as large ripples in a pond... or tugs on a spider's web. For there were vile beings drawn to such tragedy.

Dûvain and [member="Nazo"] were among such rapacious predators that spiraled down to the planet's surface like vultures to carrion. The white haired hybrid stepped off his shuttle and onto the surface of the razed planet. In the aftermath of the conquest, if it could be called that, there had been chaos. People were fleeing the planet in droves. The number of missing persons was innumerable. While the Protectorate was doing a job of restoring order, as yet the planet still stood in a state of confusion.

In short, the perfect feeding ground for a predator.

Burning red eyes glanced around the remains of a city. The shifting of tectonic plates due to the impact of the shipyards on the planet's surface had nearly leveled it. However, people still scavenged among the rubble. The Protectorate presence was thin here, with only a few troops stationed as a security measure.

Feeling the hunger rising within, Duvain shuddered slightly as he reveled in this planet's despair. However, the Hybrid's eyes narrowed as he felt another presence, or perhaps presences, approaching. They were strong and they were dark.

[member="Nyarl"] [member="Odium"]

 

[Darth Odium]

It was chaos of the purest kind. Scattered corpse still dotted the least respectable parts of the cities the rich had been reduced to refugees and the poor had been reduced to little more than animals. The dark emotion of the world were like a beacon in the force calling out to those who would feed off the death the pain and the hate that permeated the minds of so many. Black eyes looked out from the ship and took in the glorious figure of the now ripe world and he longed to feed on the Hatred that filled the place. Nearly none had been spared the emotion, and the dead that clung to the world as a result were numerous. Odium licked his corrupt olive lips in spite of himself as the ship neared the surface and under the guise of a supply freighter landed unhindered.

Within moments the mute creature set his first foot on the planets surface and shuddered with anticipation at the souls that would soon feed his growing hunger. He had been warned by Nihilus Holocron that the more he fed the stronger the hunger would become and he was finding it all too true. With his blood colored fist sized crystal in his satchel along with a case holding many empty vials Odium made his awy out away from the ship. He could feel others, dark, hungry, broken, like himself and could not decide to feel pleased or jealous that he would have to share the destruction. He took out a small knife and pressed it to his arm for a moment before flicking the accumulated blood on the ground to begin what would be one of many rituals. His mouth moved wordlessly forming the words of the binding ritual as he waited for the Spirits to be drawn.


[member="Duvain"] [member="Nyarl"] [member="Nazo"]

 

[Nazo]

The devastation of Druckenwell had reached catastrophic proportions - and while the act had already abated that caused this calamity, the consequences tore through the planet both in the literal shocks of afterquakes, and the more metaphorical abandoning of the survivors. There was little left to save, to protect, or to fortify. There was however, a lot to scavenge. The world was in pain, an entire planet crying out for relief and finding none in the wake of such disaster. The space slug had felt the wail of the dying, the morning, and the escaping populace as they rioted in order to find what was needed to get off this unstable rock just as fast as possible. From the depths they had come to the site of such chaos, and bathed in the emotional upheaval that radiated around the surface. Drinking in the cacophony of pain and despair like fresh nectar.

Languid movements of his skeletal structure entered into a promenade to inspect the findings of a most delicious assortment of material. An orbital shipyard of the Protectorate had taken a nose dive and tore right into the surface of Druckenwell. The crash site was nought but a massive smoking crater littered with debris as far as the slug could see. He'd not seen so much raw material for taking since he had been on Raxus Prime constructing the mobility of his exoskeleton. Popping his metallic legs right over a formally standing barrier of stone and rock, the figure slid down, tearing his durasteel feet through the mud and clay as he scaled down the side of the crater to further feast on the wreckage. The pale red and grey robes about his form concealing himself once more as the slug began to move through the hollowed husks, drawing pieces of debris to him, tasting the various surfaces with a prehensile tongue snaked through his robe's sleeve. Soon after the slug's only friend skidded down into the crater as well, attempting to forage for stray insects that survived even nuclear strikes on planets such as these.

Sentients did not always concern the engimatic seven foot tall wanderer. While he had a penchant for experimentation, he often let that desire slip through his metal grasp, and move to something more nourishing. Still, the Force was a constant echo in the mind of Nazo, giving him subtle clarity to things he wouldn't have otherwise noticed. One such ping of recognition had told him the self-same thing that Duvain was already noticing. The eater of knowledge and the eater of matter were not the only beings on this planet who were looking to devour. There others of remarkable power that radiated their presence like a dark beacon into the sky. Nazo paused enough to glance upwards at Duvain at the forefront of the crater, and then to the heavens in the general direction in which he felt the dark auras ignite.

[member="Duvain"] | [member="Darth Odium"] | [member="Nyarl"]

 

[Nyarl]

Druckenwell. Once a haven of business, trade, and credits it was now a place filled with naught but death, destruction, pain. The piece de resistance however, was the fear. Those left afraid of their futures, of having to rebuild their homes. The emotions, the uncertainty, it was raw. It was delicious. It gave him strength, of an unnatural sort. Gifts from a crazed alchemist, untapped potential for him to exploit. But today . . . he was not alone. He could feel something, out there, in the distance. Something like him. Predators in a galaxy full of prey. Though Nyarl was nowhere near accomplishing his full strength he found himself drawn to the other hunters.

Walking forward, armed with an unignited lightsaber and clothed in a specially fitted Kerrigan Coat, to allow for his wings, Nyarl found himself amidst a giant wormish creature, along with a silently chanting Nautolan and a what appeared to be an Arkanian. Though at first glance it appeared that none of the trio were as strong as the man who created him that was not to their discredit, they were still powerful. Esoteric. The kind of Sith that brought fear to one's opponents. The kind of Sith that Nyarl could use.

"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhagn." He said, uttering some of the only words he could speak, as vocal speech and comprehension were not valued upon his creation.

[member="Nazo"] @Odium [member="Duvain"]

 

[Sal Katarn]

White brows furrowed over eyes the color of glowing coals as a Nautolan drew into view. A necklace of bone fetish hung around the amphibian's neck and he withdrew a knife. Duvain watched with growing curiosity as the humanoid inflicted self-harm to draw forth a ribbon of blood onto anguish-soaked soil.

The Hybrid felt a power begin to stir in the air, which he could not detect though his vision ranged into the infrared spectrum. He was saved the blinding effects of solar entities due to the enormous cloud of dust that obscured the atmosphere and darkened the ground. It had been thrown up into the sky when the shipyard had crashed into the planet. That event seemed to be the genesis of a great many things.

Twin embers narrowing, Duvain drew upon the power of the Force and saw what biological vision could not. The world took on a blue hue, the physical became indistinct and blurred, and the spiritual was unveiled to Duvain. Mournful spirits swirled about in the sky around a pillar of red light. Duvain followed the beacon to the ground and found it originated from the Nautolan. With his Force Sight he saw the humanoid in a different light. Though he emanated power, he himself seemed hollow, but within him glowed more than a dozen entities. Most emitted a dark aura as of smoke, but one bled light. A single candle in the deep of night.

The Hybrid shut off the Force Sight and swung his head to the left as another figure appeared, more unsightly than the first. Many tentacles sprouted from the lower head and two wings jutted from its back. Moreover it was tall, as tall as Duvain or perhaps taller. The creature spoke in a strange gurgle as if talking under water and in a language which Duvain knew not.

Moreover, he sensed Nazo approaching from behind. All three auras, including Nazo's to a certain extent, smelled of a certain nature, perhaps even akin to his own. Predatory. Strong... Hungry. Others might have quailed in trepidation at such a meeting. They would be fools and lesser mortals to not comprehend how predators functioned, for hunters only fought among themselves when the prey were few and far between. Yet on this planet, they abound.

Intrigued by these others, for nothing roused his curiosity more than mystery wreathed in auras of power, Duvain stretched out his mind. Though a Hybrid, Duvain retained some specific traits of his amalgamative genes, such as the infrared vision common to Arkanians. The other, however, was the innate and powerful Anzati telepathy. He stretched out with this mental prowess, which he so often used to subdue prey, and touched the minds of all present.

He spoke both aloud and in their minds in a resonating voice that thrummed with power. "Despair, Greed, Gluttony," he smiled at Nazo, "And Sloth. Were we but three more we would have the whole set."


[member="Nazo"] [member="Nyarl"] [member="Darth Odium"]

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Nazo"] [member="Nyarl"] [member="Duvain"]

Slowly, slowly the spirits neat the site drew in and were met by Odium's embrace. he lashed out with the force like a waiting viper and drew them in. It was a vicious thing when compared to more cultured minds, but Odium's hunger had been gnawing at him for weeks. He drew in the essences and within moments no less than ten were consumed. His large black eyes had traces of red float across his vision as he completed the first of many feedings he would perpetuate on this play ground of darkness.

He felt the others now stronger than before as his body and mind wallowed in the energy of the newly bound spirits. He blinked thick amphibian eyelids with a wet slap and looked toward the creature with the tentacle maw. Odium's head tresses snaked about his shoulders as he tested the air and sniffed at the scents of the creatures. He turned still taking a step back to keep all in view as the white haired one came closer and behind him an odd thing strode. He could feel them all dark, predatory, and hungry. Kindred evils in the already dark galaxy, had somehow been brought together in space and time. His master had taught him of destiny, and this screamed of the hand of the dark side.

<<The Darkness has called us....>> he said telepathically still unable to realize that with effort and care he was allowed to speak, <<I am Odium.>>

 

[Nazo]

The derelict and defunct orbital shipyard spread in a several kilometers in all cardinal directions the site of impact. Metallic carnage in torn and mangled husks littered the landscape peppering the ground with a curved crater that had disturbed not only the topography atop, but the seismic plates beneath causing the tremors of the planet. Upon the section closest to the congregation of strange and unspeakably evil beings, the durasteel groaned and resounded as if the mineral deposits of it's construction were in pain and anguish. In harsh reality the molecular bonds of the fallen structure were giving credence to the sway of the space slug as his prehensile tongue slid back and forth to drink in the rich nutrients from any part of the existing hull. Blackened trails curved and bent in lines indicating the path of his appetite whilst Nazo feasted on the wreckage. However unabated, his cognitive functions remained separate in the dual brained abilities of his species, focusing on the gathering at hand.

"Static lethargy, observing transcendent history." Nazo's mind echoed back in short order, answering to the levity of Duvain's categorization. They were truly all Gluttony by sheer nature. A collective of devourers all present and accounted for upon this dying and despairing rock. The support structure that remained in this aft wing of the shipyard began to weaken and destablilize as the bonds broke and the alloys twisted and withered like the dying of a flower. Empty sounds of damage reigned down as they crumbled into useless debris. Nazo's figure, along with it's lizard like friend re-emerged upon the plain where the two other eaters had converged. Taller than both Odium and Duvain, but lacking in height compared to the squid-chin sith spawn, his silent regard cast on them with lifeless beady eyes from his porcelain mask. His knowledge was vast, but he'd not met either before and while he could place the Nautolan lineage, that of Nyarl was foreign to him.

"Nazo, eater of Matter." His mind opened up, allowing the passage of telepathy to spread to all in question, as he identified himself after Odium had offered up his own. He already knew Duvain, but the interest and curious nature of the slug rested on the fourth. The amalgam of parts and pieces. They were all distinct, and all had hallmarks of other sentient lifeforms, but none that belonged in such a formation that would create this monster before them. His command over the Force was not as broadened as the three about him, and yet he felt the dominate will of each pulsing with Dark side energy. Energy that the slug fed off of just as he had the calamity of the former shipyard of the Protectorate.

[member="Darth Odium"] | [member="Duvain"] | [member="Nyarl"]