The beauty and the beast

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempras space yacht arrived at the coordinates agreed upon. It had been a few very intense weeks and the stress to keep up with it all was cumbersome to most. But Sempra breathed it all as air. Without this pace he would wither and die.

In front of his ship, the Toshiba, floated a sight of terror. The ships were designed for one purpose alone, to wreak havoc and the creature in charge of them seemed more eager then most to do just that. It was an ally of great importance, yet Sempra had heard that this one was different. The bloodthirst was nothing new to a hutt, but there were more to it, and now a long term request contracting slaves was asked for.

Sempra could not help but looking forward to finally meet this infameous and likewise mysterious Hutt. He nodded to his com-officer who hailed the waiting ships.

"This is the Toshiba, carrying Sempra Besadii Dhakun. We are standing by to follow you to our host."

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Primeval Space - The Chiloon Rift....
Chiloon Rift Command Outpost...
The Throne Room...

Zambrano the Hutt, sat pleasingly into the seat of power, the Throne of Thorns, a citadel of draped corpses upon the unseamly monster that sat among them, eating away at their flesh like a gargantuan maggot. Shackled nearby, a captured vong surgeon maintained a steady distance from the Hutt, avoiding his clutches, and fed the braying beasts that accompanied the Warlord, including his faithful Vaapad companion. A great number of criminals and enemies from across Primeval space were chained to floor, to make witness to the horrors of the Primeval's most infamous Warlord.

A hologram fell from the ceiling, projecting the face of Captain Slika, as it was senseless to communicate to him face to face when the security of a cognition hood was not soothing him. Besides, the feeling of no escape had to be created for these slaves that had at one point had their own will. They didn't want to entirely remove them of those qualities, that resistance needed to run in fear of their Warlord, but they needed to make sure they exerted their dominance totally so they never believed that fighting would be an option... only flight. If a man walked in through the main doors, it would seem like there was a chance of hoping to escape their tyranny when they were in their realm of power.

"Warlord, you have a visitor. Would you like to inspect your newest batch of... friends?" The Captain seemed to hesitate with the usage of that word, feeling sick even repeating it all. It was the only thing the monster would understand...

"Yessssssssssss!" The sibilant words hissed out of the devilish serpent, its calm baby blue eyes becoming etched with crimson streams, until they became two pools of radiant blood. The desire of those eyes found themselves reflected in the face of the nearest slave, as his Throne detached and began to float through the center of the columns, his hands placed upon the unsuspecting face. A shiver of delight ran through the beast as the dreaded sound escaped its lips, from its burning eyes and face.

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Chiloon Rift Space...
The Main Fleet...

"Roger that Toshiba, this is The Rear, and we will be escorting you to the Command Outpost, where the Warlord will be waiting." Commodore Vun replied to the hail. The convoy of four ships, The Rear, The Forward, The Bludgeon, and The Ruin, all began to take a formation around and in front of the Toshiba, leading it through a secure path to the outpost, where a shuttle would be able to dock.

They would meet in the Hangar Bay.

[member="Sempra the Hutt"] (Sorry abou the wait )

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

As the escort closed around the Toshiba and gave speed Sempra felt a mix of safety and anxiety. This was indeed dangerous times for him and the cartel. He did not belive that the hutt warlord or the primevil would allow it, but one never knew. This was a moment where Sempra put his life at risk. The Toshiba was an easy target for the warships and the formation around him.

The pale slave master at Sempras side answered affirmatively at command Vun and he sat down at his masters "feet" waiting for Another moment where he could be useful.

Sempra himself grabbed a chalice of spiced wine. He consumed such amounts of the fluid that it would probably kill most creatures. But the Hutt body was a strange mechanism not easily poisoned. The thought reminded him of the purpose of the cartel and part of why he was here.
He convinced himself to trust fate and allow this without trying to flex his own muscles.

As the ship approached its destination the Escort fanned out and hailed the Toshiba to come to an halt. A shuttle docked with the Toshiba bringing its master and a few slaves along to the hangar bay where the host, [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] awaited them.

 

[Mishk]

The head ached, the bones hurt, the fingers refused to open the hands, locked in a deformed grip. He fell out from underneath the shuttle small cargo hatch. A corpse of a weequay warrior, tumbled after him and landed on its back. It wore bitemarks and scratches. Little of it remained intact. The corpse had been sustaining its killer for a whole week in this enclosed compartment.
Barely breathing, barely bleeding. A worm crawled out from his sleeve leaving a White trail as it made its way upward, past the elbow, past the shoulder and finally up unto the face and lips. Sharp Quick teeth stabbed it and sucked its content. It was cold and slimy.

[color=light Salmon]Sooo sssweet, sooo nasssty, ssso tassty... [/color] Mishk opened its Eyes. He saw feet, creatures. Tasty creatures of blood and flesh. Dark voices. Masters and slaves. Many to hunt, many to eat. This was good.... but he felt something else... something very dark. Mishk turned inwards and curled himself in foster position. It was horrible, it was terrible, it was the abyss! He clawed at his Eyes, drawing what Little blood he still could draw.

[color=light Salmon]It is magnificent![/color]

As guards and slaves were busy attending the Hutts a small dark figure crawled out from underneath the shuttle. Taking cover behind a few crates he made his way unseen to the ventilation shaft. Only "the Lovely" growled and sniffed at the possible new scent. But it was a familiar scent, it smelled rot and death, much like his master.

Shortly the creature threw itself inside the ventilation shaft and dissapeared into the complex.

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"], [member="Mishk"] (Sorry about the wait again!)

"Wonderful, wonderful!" The Mad Hutt squawked as his Hove Throne glided him across the floor, dripping its fresh blood. The Warlord was in his own menacing visage as always, with his grey mottled, blistered, and boiled skin with midnight tattoos, his unnatural hands, and his mood changing eyes. The monster was beautiful as always, adorned in the stench of a thousand dead men and rotting corpses. For whatever reason, it appeared the Zambrano was in a particularly good mood today, but that didn't mean the area was secure or safe. Perhaps, much to the contrary.

A small pain, like a needle, cut into his psyche as the ship landed... there was a small presence here. An affinity in the force, but was too much like a thumbtack to really place. It was none of his concern however, his concern was whatever the Directory told him to do, and that was to meet this other Hutt. Historically, that wasn't such a good thing for the approaching fellow gangster... he had a habit of killing them for menial reasons. Then again, he had a habit of killing anything almost exclusively for menial reasons.

As a whole, this was a very dangerous situation for anyone, except perhaps, the Warlord himself.

"Patesssssssa?" His sibilant tongue whispered as it awaited the revealing of the fellow Hutt Sempra.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra exited the shuttle with his usual entourage around him. He had never been in the presence of [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]. He had heard stories but they all seemed to describe a monster that Sempra barely believed existed. But here they were and for the first time in a very long time Sempra felt unsure. The creature in front of him was a Hutt, but there was a feeling that something was not right.

Beside the gruesome appearance, Zambrano reeked of utter and pure evil. The feeling took Sempra with surprise and many in his entourage covered at the warlords presence. Only after a moment did Sempra manage to collect him and cleared his throat.

”Warlord, I have sought you as a friend and ally of the primevil. I believe we can find
agreements to further both our interests.” he tried with caution.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"], [member="Mishk"]

"Sssempra good friend, pateesa, what sort of game are we playing today?" The black lips of the gargantuan slug parted in a smile to say to his fellow Hutt, while his familiar, the Vaapad, began to sniff out that little stow away somewhere within the hangar. It smelled the dead, but it always smelled the dead. The only difference being, it was not smelling a dead scent that belonged to its master. It was a dead scent that was carried on board the asteroid station.

Its many tentacled body scuttled across the pristine floor, becoming a blur to the naked eye as it hunted. Though its scent was thrown off... it seemed to disappear elsewhere to where, it did not know. The poor thing, defeated in its detection, was only able to find the desecrated body that had been lodged up into the shuttle the Hutt had come here in. It was nothing to play with, and nothing to report to its master. Somberly, it quickly nestled into the folds of its masters back.

The Hutt seemed to purr almost, as the thing began to scratch at his scabs.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Unaware of the Vaapad smelled the entourage of Sempra merely made sure they did not step in its way as it investigated what seemed to be the belly of the shuttle. As it returned everyone felt a little more at ease but it was clear that few among them managed to face the hutt warlord as it was.

Sempra himself raised his back and gave [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] a firm nod of his neck.

"Majestic is the correct word for this facility dear cousin." he began assuming the normal formal procedures of hutts would still be something the dark creature in front of him still felt comfortable with.

"I must start with the regretful news that our home world of Nal hutta has fallen to other manipulating forces out of the Cartels control." sempra informed. He was unsure if the Hutt agreed with the cartel or not. Or if he even cared of such things anylonger. "But it was a brave effort on your part to disturb them no the less. the Cartel will remember the day when the warlord sought to hinder the catastrophe that now is a fact."

Normally Sempra would have slithered closer, but he felt unsure about how to act around Zambrano. He needed time to figure this one out.

"But I am not going to rest before the life of the heretics are desecrated and our beloved home world is restored in our custody dear cousin. I assure you this." Sempra tiled his head and peered around the facade of the facility.

"But the game of today is regretfully not war. But bussiness that is required to reach the position of war. I have heard that you require slaves dear cousin?"

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

"Yes, yes! I require many new friends, many new friends indeed. I play too roughly sometimes, and-and it can be quite difficult when they don't come back to play with me, you see. Yes! New friends, many new friends. I need them." The Hutt would then reach out to touch the shoulder of his cousin, which was not a good thing, considering that his hands were laced with acidic saliva. Though it seemed he had them more or less under control at the moment, but it might sting a little. His hand retracted from his short emotional embrace, brought instead to rest upon his tongue a moment, as he tasted the pain it had caused in a deep psychopathic smile.

"You have them? How many?" The Hutts crimson eyes tried to look over his cousin, as if in an attempt to see if they were all stored on his tiny shuttle. The naivety of the Hutts grip on reality was palpable, the childlike thought process intermixed with a grander delusion that stemmed from his inherent non-childlike desires. In short, a monster that denied this reality and supplanted with his own long ago, and ever since joining the Primeval was being catered to it, allowing it to grow and prosper.

For instance, the Hutt didn't even acknowledge the failed Cartel resistance on Nal Hutta as even having happened. It had just been another day to kill under his gargantuan slug foot. His focus was always present directly in the present situation, even as his memory drifted farther into the past as he grew in power.

He was a perfect match for the stowaway.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra twitched at the touch, and looked a little astounded as he realised the actual danger he was in. This creature was not something ordinary. [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] did not play by the rules at all. He made them up as he went. With that in mind Sempra braced himself, he had to endure this encounter and try to get this dark brooding machinery of chaotic power to somehow decide to like Sempra, somehow.

He cleared his throat and replied:
"Dearest cousin, it troubles me severely that your friends do not come back to play with you. We must see to it that you are constantly fed with new friends, so that those who has turned their back on you will see the joy you grant them, and they will weep because of it." Sempra was dancing on a fine line here, taking a chance at finding a spot in Zambranos mind that appealed to him.

"If you tell your men to manage the purchace of slaves from me you will have a constant supply of slaves for a very long time dear cousin. They will be transported here, for you to play with at your own time."
Sempra rubbed his shoulder reminding himself to stay cool-headed.

"I also bring you a present!" he tried with a fatherly smile. "We found this one on the desert planet of tatooine and my advisors say he eminate that peculiar .. force... " sempra waved his hands somewhat clumsily.

Then he turned his head toward the shuttle but was only faced by an extremely pale looking gamorean. In fact, its green skin was almost pink.

"Supreme chief... it has escaped... It cant have gotten far... recently killed the guard... " he grointed in his own simple tounge and fell to its knees pleadingly.

Sempra froze for a moment. In vain he searched the landing pad for signs of [member="Mishk"] but found none. He swallowed hard ignoring the gamorean - for now.

"It is a.. a ... friend who likes hide and seek... dear cousin." Sempra tried. "It seems he is so eager to begin that he started without telling us." he was bluffing, he had wanted to present the force wielding Jawa to be presented in chains.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

Zambrano the Hutt was incredibly happy, alive with delicious joy, this was a good friend, a dear friend. It was always lovely when a dear friend turned up from nothing. Very nice. His desired with met with over joy, holding onto Sempra's every word. The Warlord's hands grasped each other in their tendrils, pulsating with want and need. They wanted to reach out and stroke across his fellow Hutts face with soothing comfort, but was too fixated upon listening to this joyous pronouncement. The only thing preventing him from acting on his impulses, was that his delusion was being fed to him, flattering the falsehood of his crimson tinted vision.

"Present?!" The Hutt practically giggled, and the Vaapad on his back looked over his shoulder in questioning. The Hutts eyes began to turn from their crimson shade to a golden delight, as they searched frantically now to glimpse where the present was on the ship, and possibly also hoping more friends would be aboard even though it was clear Sempra had none on hand.

After a moment, when Sempra realized that his gift had escaped, he made up a bluff that played convincingly well into the delusions within the enormous maggots twisted up reality. At the mention of a game, the golden hue of his eyes shifted into a zealous green, preparing to hunt for his latest prize. The monster was about to leave Sempra the Hutt high and dry... until he remembered the manners his Primeval caretakers had conditioned him to use... for their safety.

"Oh joyousness dear cousin! Good friend! I am pleased, do I have permission to engage?" Zambrano sat there, curled hands, greedy eyes, and a mouth to swallow a man whole in a cheshire grin, with his head set low so that he may look up to his fellow Hutt in seeking his approval. It was a formality of course, such manners were only temporary measures to keep him from his desires... he was rather rude after all, but if perceptive enough perhaps Sempra could see that he could act as a father to him, commanding him to use his manners whenever Sempra felt threatened by his advances, granting just enough time to escape. That is, if they ever contacted each other personally again without some game to distract him from the interaction.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra chewed the air for a moment and his entourage held their breaths. Would they get out of here alive? Or was it a trick?

Sempra held out his right hand and the nearly paralysed pale albino slave constantly in his prescence handed over a small metal box.

"Of.. of course dearest cousin. l will see to that the terms are organised so that you can continue to play. I also leave you this, my second .. present to you." Sempra placed the box on the ground in betwen them.

"It is a sample of a fine drug that I think you will find... amusing as well. If you want more of it I can arange it. But please, go play with your newest friend. Let us hope you win the game."

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

Drugs, the Hutt wanted to give the monster drugs. Quite a dangerous move, but perhaps it will pay off! After all this particular strain of drug, while making the subject more aggressive with an increased pain tolerance (thus correcting the Hutts key weakness in the limitation of his force ability), also decreased their intelligence and willpower, while giving the dealer considerable leverage over them due to the rampant addiction it would cause. If given to the Hutt, the consequences could be disastrous or beneficial given the mood of the day, but that was true of any interaction with Zambrano. Given to the slaves though, would prove incredibly useful to the Directory. In fact, one of the Warlords servants in representation of the Directory was able to take the crate before Zambrano could soil the product with his hands destructive saliva. The Directory would figure out how best to experiment with it later. With a bow, the servant exited hastily.

"Gooooood byeeeeeee!" The Hutt screamed at the Hutt as his Throne whirled around, Vaapad in toe down below as it raced ahead. Another servant stepped forth, again in representation the Directory.

"We apologize if you've come to any harm, your gracious eminence. The nature of our relationship with the Warlord is... odd. In the future, if you would like to contact the Warlords Directory in his place, feel free to do so. We shouldn't have to force you to brave the perils the Warlord could present to you. As you've seen, your safety... or anyone's safety, including his own... is not even a factor that occurs to him. Are you dissatisfied with this transaction?" The representative offered up a datapad with the full transaction of funds for everything Sempra had shipped for them.

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[member="Mishk"]

Zambrano's nose was raised to the foul air of some stinking thing that was not itself, its gleaming eyes closed as his mind delved into the arachnesphere... the lands where through the hatred and horror of spiders, the monster had learned how to reach out in the force. To feel his presence among reality. Everything became dreaded spiders, the horrible devilish spiders, and fear pulsated through the heart of the Hutt as he progressed through the Asteroid. As his mind touched things memories leaked into his mind of all the things they had experienced in recent time.

A small blur seemed to exist within the ventilation of the complex only several minutes ago. Sending an oily spiral of ash from his mind across the ground, it swelled around the spindly arachnid form of his beloved Vaapad, and crushed its way into its mind, assuming direct control of the hideous monster. He sent it into the ventilation shafts, to chase after the unseen blur.

The darkside swelled around the monster, like dust returning to the air after a great disturbance surrounding it, swirling around him calmly like ash from a great bonfire of death.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra watched as the throne turned around - he opened his mouth to speak but did not have the time.

"You have fun now.. with your.. game..." he managed. Everyone seemed to relax as the warlord left. This was true to Sempra as well. but he hid it well.

"I am satisifed with the arrangements." was his short answer to the directory representative. "Make sure that the drug is not used by [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] himself. It is intended to create a quick batch of shook troops. I thought it might be a good compliment to the warlords army. But I leave that decission to you, this sample is free, but if you require more we can discuss the price of course."

Sempra motioned for his pale slave servant who bowed and gave the information about how to reach him if need be.

Then Sempra and his entourage made preparations to leave.

 

[Mishk]

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

The human guard did not detect the almost silent removal of the ventilation hatch that was lifted by tiny skeleton like fingers. Mishks gleaming red eyes stared down from the ceiling. the mans neck looked so white. And blue, but mostly white.

He slowly heaved himself over the edge, gliding slowly toward his chosen prey. Hanging by mere toes in the ceiling, aided by that strange power that seemed to surround him when he needed it the most. He finally lashed out, clawing with sharpened fingers his way into the mans throat causing it to explode as his fingertips met eachother in the center of his throat. the noise was squishy. Mishk giggled a second and hung there, holding his dead prey straight. Part of him wished that it did not happen so fast. But the other part also knew that he had reason to be careful. Otherwise someone else might steal his preay!

Remembering this he snatched the body and lifted it upwards into the shaft. There he dragged it around a few corners leaving a clear trail of human blood in his wake. Finallly he decided to eat and sat down. He used his bone dagger to carve of the mans head and placed it gently beside the body.

Company is always nice... or so he had heard other say. So why not? Carving the corpse open with his dagger he started to pull at the entrails, trying to carve them free for his tiny belly to manage the digestion better.

"Your entrails are delicious" he chattered with the head. It WAS nice with some company he found out and let out another giggle. He then started to suck on the entrails.

"mmm... delicious... he continued not knowing what else there was to say. He struggled a bit with how to continue the conversation as he suddenly felt something. something dark. He looked at the head again.

"Is that you?" no it was not. Darkness started to creep up around him. Mishk dropped the bloody entrails and looked about with terror in his small features. The entrail in his hand.... it warped into something else. It grew... and burst into a zillion little spiders, crawling all over. They found the heads eyes, mouth and ears and soon the head started to wobble.

"You look sick. Are you sick?" he asked the head. then he giggled. the spiders swarmed over him too. They must be hungry he thought and prepared to be eaten. But they did not eat, instead they crawled nito his mouth, and he ate them.

He opened his eyes and right thwere in front of him stood a beast, a gigantic spider, it filled the entire shaft from floor to ceiling.

Mishk dropped his jaw and stared.

"You... you are beautiful..." he whispered at [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] s vapaad.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"], [member="Mishk"]

"The Directory, believes it shall invest its time to have all of its slave treated with this. Our slaves which were wasted on Wayland by the hundreds, needed more... direction. Thank you for your business, we will be seeing you soon." With that, the aid handed over the money and began to walk away now that business was done and nobody died yet. Quitting while they're ahead, so to speak.

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"You... you are beautiful..."​

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These were the words that the many-tentacled Vaapad picked up from the small hunched form in the ventilation shaft, with the rank but familiar smell of a gruesome feast near by. The mind's eye of the arachnid seeing monster had attached his vision to that of the tamed beast within his possession, observing through his primal fear the small dark creature before him. His probing mind skimmed across the delectable treat, and saw that the being... saw what he saw. This sort of bonding effect... was most interesting. Its rendition of beauty... enticed the amused monster to no bounds.

It took a beautifully monstrous being, to look at a monster as beautiful in kind. Endearment began to form within the twisted black heart of the massive slug, and the friend became so much more to him. The game continued though, but the missing had been found, a new form of the game must take place.

"Dearest," The voice was projected through the Vaapad, "Chase me!"

The Vaapad ran as fast as it could without losing track of Mishk through the ventilation shafts, taking as many turns as it possibly could, in a wild chase through the complex, attempting to "lose" the Jawa out of playfulness, under the direction of Zambrano who presently entered his Throne room to the weeping dismay of over a hundred souls. This was where they were being led...

 

[Mishk]

"Dearest,"

it loved him! No one loved Mishk. But here it was. Mishk could not belive the emotions thrown at him. They crushed his small body under a merciless attack causing him to stumble backward. Immideately he reached down and tear open the chest of the corpse. He pulled out the heart and held it in his tiny hand, offering it to the beauty. What else then a heart could describe his feelings right now?

But before he managed to give it the vaapad turned and ran. Mishk dropped to hjis knees and an emptiness entered him.

"Chase me!"

He dared not to consider another option. He had to do this. He slipped forth, blood and entrails being thrown around as he made an unusual clumsy start and skated into the nearest wall. Looking up he could see a shadow move quickly, agile, away into a distant dark turn. Mishk, on all his four, sprinted after it.

JOY! LOVE! .... fear... The chase took them both through a dwindling game through emtpy shafts and rusty forgotten maintainance areas. At some point Mishk almost had it, only to loose it around the next turn. When it dissapeared all the feelings went away and Mishk often cried only to change into utter happiness as the emotions returned the minute he saw the creature again. He always seemed to be able to pick up the scent of this one. Not like he used to, no this scent was something else. A darkness that guided him, something that pushed his trembling body to new heights of alertness.

"Mishk is coming beautiful!" he shouted after the Vaapad, giggling and laughing as he realised he loved the chase. He let his guard down and allowed himself to smply enjoy the moment.
He loved it and feared it. The mix of emotions made him feeling more alive then he ever had before.

"Mishk is coming beauti...." as they rounded the next turn the Vaapad exited the shaft and leaped down into a corridor beneath them. something shifted and Mishk no longer had control over his feelings.

"Beauty?" he whispered as he carefully crawled to the edge of the open hatch. It was down there, he did not see it but he felt it. He knew he had to follow and so he slipped down into one of the largest hallways the dark jawa had ever seen. But all that mattered little to him. Before him there was a doorway. Something was in there, something very evil.

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

[member="Mishk"], [member="Sempra the Hutt"]

The long hallway, dark and flickering, lead to a giant set of doors, purposefully locked by the owners of this place for what lay within. Those doors, opened for the tiny creature Mishk knew as beauty, revealing the dreadful stench of agony from deep within. As he slipped in front of those doors, they opened, releasing all the scents of woe in the damp cool air, in a gust of wind.

As a ray of light splintered through the heavy darkness, a pair of serpentine eyes opened slowly, yellowed in happy intrigue. Dreadful spiders evaporated from the air, the hundreds, thousands, millions, billions of tiny insectoid grubs that once filled his vision with utter putrid fear, was now filled with the more familiar, more pleasurable sight of flesh and bone, writhing in the agony of captivity. Hundreds of his victims chained to the floor to bow to him, with only one standing among them that dared to depict any other image than one of servitude.

The beauty circled around its master, after a few moments of pattering across the Throne Room, slowly nestling its way into its favorite spot near the back folds of its masters massive bloated neck, while malignant eyes bored down upon the small creature so far away, so short in stature, and only minorly stressful upon his psyche. The pain of another sensitive being merely a pinprick upon his mind's eye, drawing only a pitiable amount of black oil from his decrepit mind.

"Beasty..." The bone chilling sibilant voice etched through the cool damp air, that surrounded his presence, and hauntingly echoed through the massive abyssal chasm of a room, rising above the subtle moans of the captive.

 

[Mishk]

With trembling eagerness Misck kept his instincts to flee at bay. He instead took gentle steps across the cold floor, making sure he would not hurt the decorations spread around the floor.

It was all so beautiful. And the massive entity heaved upon a throne of death in the centre of the room was pure divinity to the jawas feeble mind. He felt jealousy, mixed with awe for the beauty who now became one with the divine. Mishk collapsed to his knees somewhere hal way through the room.

This dark brooding power was unlike anything he had encountered. There he laid in worship, clawing at the floor until his nails broke and his thin black blood mixed with that of the captives.

"Let me stay... Please..." he pulled at a chain trying to fit one of his hands into it.

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

"No..." The smile of the midnight beast vanished, evaporated into the darkness. The golden brilliance of the cheshire eyes dimmed as the flesh began to eclipse the only source of light within the room, save those of the gates that entered into this realm of hell. A rim of blood pooled at the edges of these large reptilian orbs.

The black abyssal pools deep within the shining bloodied brilliance of these windows into the twisted soul of the Beast, locked upon the small form of the subject who would call it Beauty. The bloated folds of the seated Lord upon his Throne of Death rumbled, shaking the foundations of this realm, sending out a wave of screams into the night from those chained to His Eminence, as a single hand rose from its place of rest. From within its grasp of a thousand fingers, the bowels of its touch opened to the exposed air, revealing within its maw the still growing gore within the decaying carrion eater. A bone protrusion reached outwards, and from it black bile spilled from the mouth at the call of the hand that feeds it, the oil falling to the floor or rising as ash, expanding outwards into the unknown, swimming at the feets of the oppressed.

"No.... you..." The black-speech voice repeated as the sole hand unleashed the twisted horror within, the infinite tendrils locking the gates of Zambrano's realm, striking light dead from his domain with a thundering clatter, leaving nothing but the false windows of his soul. Those golden windows stained red with mortal waters... then became muddied by the encroaching black toxins his flesh holds captive, strangling the light slowly... deliberately... as the Hutts emotion turned from excitement and carnal desire... into the purest profession of blasphemy. One, single, lonesome strain of malice reach out to the small admirer, slithering through the air as it was ferried by nightmares and screams, wrapped around the throat of @Mishk.

"...Will never leave."​