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Sul'goth

"Death is nothing to us. For when we are, Death has not come, and whence Death has come, we are not."
- Epicurus
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Social Information:

Name: Sul'goth
Alias(es): N/A
Title(s):
• The Uncreator
• The Deconstructor
Homeworld: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Sexuality: Asexual
Marital Status: Single
Force Sensitive: Yes
Force Rank: N/A
Force Alignment: Dark
Voice: Grommash Hellscream - Warcraft
Theme: God of War III - Rage of Sparta

Physical Information:

Gender: N/A
Species: Gen'dai
Height: 7'6 ft.
Weight: 325 lbs.
Eyes: Yellow
Hair: N/A
Complexion: Crimson, his flesh burnt; his tendons were wired around a compact, durasteel skeleton before being seared over to mimic the appearance of skin.
Tattoos:
• N/A
Scars:
• N/A
Birthmarks & Misc. Features:
• N/A
Physique: Maintains the appearance of a strong, muscular build, though with slouching pouches of fat that blossom and protrude from the given growths located on the belly, breasts, thighs, and upper arms. The rest remains clad in fettered attire, often bound by a variety of welded plates or chains. These accessories are used to promote a terrifying appearance rather than perform any function, as they are entirely unnecessary due to the synthetic skeletal system, held in place by pikes strategically implemented around corded nerve-endings pocketed mainly around the upper back and chest regions.
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Chapter I: The Gods of Dust
LLTEC Recovery Report #1: Exposition herein provided by a Doctor Menlisas, Chief Analytical Director of the LLTEC Corp.

"Yes, begin with the mission summary; this is Dr. Menlisas, reporting in from given jurisdictions over the LLTEC Corp recovery fleet located exactly, through rough estimate provided by statistic droids, one kilometer from the target. Though visual observation and external scanners, no damage is seen through the hall, but upon further penetration the internal structure of the ship seems to have been torn apart by what appears to be military-class artillery shells. The engine room temperature, even through the chill of space, is readable; it's suggested to be in flames, perhaps in danger of self-destruction if the fuel lines are compromised. A team will be sent in to extinguish the fire before further infiltration measures will be taken; in the meantime, further attempts to discern what happened will be made. Life support systems on the ship are down, unlikely that anyone is still alive; perhaps there was a breach in the hall, or certain internal passageways were not properly pressurized, leading to an implosion of various key structures within the vessel.

"Further scans now reveal that all escape pods have been jettisoned, but none are seen within the vicinity; communication channels are open, none are encrypted - further analysis reveals no recent reports into the discovery of the vessel. Nor does it appear to be boarded, as the more valuable modules upon the ship are still online and communicating through basic, automated software as we attempt to establish reach the survivors. If they've drifted off, statistic droids read a minute twelve-billionth percentage of successful retrieval of their pods unless further resources are deployed to assist, which is unreasonable for the lives of such low-ranking individuals. They were to be silenced anyway, best to allow them to drift into the void, to pass away peacefully; it is my opinion we remain focused on the task at hand. Several boarding shuttles, our own make, have made physical contact, breaching will be a prolonged procedure to our inability to discern internal conditions. Improper procedures may lead to a detonation of expose, volatile chemicals within the ship and ultimately threaten the specimen.

"Recovery is our utmost priority, but discovering what was responsible behind the disaster will also prove beneficial, nay, instrumental to preventing further financial tragedies. Specimen #1136, perhaps the most intact relic discovered in the Haunt, was still locked within hibernation. This sleep was reinforced through freezing in carbonite, to ensure safer travel to the Center; intel was on lock, likely to investigate an internal breach for the cause of the accident. Heat signatures have been picked up within the docking level, likely not one of ours; upon breach we expect to isolate the specimen, if freed. Intel on the creature has purposely been subtracted from the marines, their sole objective is to occupy it while more specialized units can infiltrate and captured #1136. Statistics droids are assuming a massive death toll, at least ninety-nine-point-nine percent. If worst comes to worse, and the specimen cannot be contained, we still have direct orders to maintain #1136's safety; we will reorganize our fleet around the vessel and proceed to tow it back manually. This is Dr. Menlisas signing off, will update pending further progress into the operation."
From the river of the dead, Acheron, rises the bubbling mass of the damned, sent by boat before the infernal judge of It's inner circle. Akin to the Inferno, Sul'goth rages upon the Galaxy as a complex mass, bound by stalwart chain and hot iron.

An ancient thing, buried long and forgotten beneath the sands of Jakku, the Gen'dai has remained lucid within is drowned asylum, steadily decaying into his species' ultimate demise: the brain regresses, which allowed him to sink into a deep psychosis before his first discovery. Hitherto, he had been sealed within carbonite, lost to hibernation to stem his degeneration in hopes of utilizing his specie's unique biology for the betterment of an unknown organization, though, pending multiple failures, they, too, regressed to horrible mutilations. In hopes of confining the Gen'dai, they wrapped his flesh about a synthetic skeletal system, in hopes of constraining his almost liquidated mass of jumbled nerves and whipping tendons, his flesh seared over by flame to help seal his flesh, healing over to give the appearance of a true, scorched body.

Beyond this pain, he stirred in slumber; to better restrain him, his nerves were bundled in small collections throughout key points in his body, to convoke greater sensations of pain, and were pierced by steel catalysts as lock to his fleshy prison. With the operation complete, the epitome of said organization's humiliating failure to discern the key to his body's composition, he was placed in suspended hibernation for an unknown amount of time, until he was needed again. Perhaps, through the intricate trails of the black market, he was awoken again in this time; currently being shipped across the Galaxy in hopes of further experimentation - however, the combined stress of hibernation sickness in addition to his own heavy psychosis lead to a rampage pending awakening. Listed as Specimen #1136 - Sul'goth tore himself through the inner halls of the shuttle, butchering all who fell upon his seething path.

Visions of sand and blood filled his mind, wailing, he was reprimanded by a response crew, supplemented in their effort by rogue Jedi to constrain him. Driven by the pain, he was subjugated to a prison which held his now-defined form, as he was swiftly taken away by a faceless force, abiding by the will of its unknown masters, to a space station, long hidden within the dark void of the Mustafar System.
 

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