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The Far Below

Drogh

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Drogh was waiting, standing still on a broken street, with crumbling flats and buildings all around him, like shattered statue's , or broken pillars that cover the metal ground. He was far down in the Underworld, even for @Drogh. The air was heavier and felt more sickening, the lights were dimer, the ground was broken, the people were frail and shadow like, Drogh felt alone but he could feel a thousand eyes staring at him with malice intent. The air felt as if it was drowned in carbon and death, it smelt of crude chemicals that stank, it was beginning to stain his cloak with that smell. Drogh hated it here, he felt as if he beginning to loose him self in this dark crude hole, eyes flicking in the shadows, people shifting about as if they were ghosts, whispers as if crazed men locked in asylum were all screaming from miles away. He could almost feel a dark blade touching his skin, as if some one was going to stab him, or shoot him, or what ever horrors these broken people would do to Drogh, he was scared to say the least.

But despite all of this he wanted to go further down, into a more disgusting horrific, terrible god forsaken place then this. He wanted to go further down until his lungs were filled with carbon, and mad men with knifes would stab at anything that looked remotely like a meal, he wanted go further into this concrete hell. Yet Drogh could do it alone, he needed guidance, a helping hand some one, or rather some thing that could guide him to this pit that he feared and yet longed for. Darksider was whispering to him, constantly, go further it uttered, it advised, it ordered, it screamed. "Go further" it would tell Drogh, go deeper into the belly of the beast, and let it destroy you. Drogh didn't want too, but he longer felt that this was under his control any more, he wanted to hide, that karking Sith should of never found Drogh. He should of never went to the camp on Tatooin, he should of never went any near the dark side, but it was too late now, it had grabbed hold of him and it wouldn't let him go, so to accept the clenching fist he would have dwell in a living nightmare.

Yet Drogh was waiting for a synthetic life-form known as [member="Mr. Blood Bones"], a droid of human flesh to guide him to his doom. He waited, breathing heavily, scared for his life, but patient all the same.
 
Mr. Blood Bones had been wandering the lower ruins of Coruscant for many years now, right down to even being a guide for Sith who wished to venture down to the urban cave of darkness. One such sith was a Apprentice named [member="Drogh"], who needed Mr. Blood Bones to lead him down into what he called 'The Pit'.

Blood Bones was returning from a somewhat higher section of Coruscant, when he saw Drogh standing at the outskirts. He looked down at the man, and started to speak with a eerie, and bone chilling voice. "Ah. You must be The Dark Jedi who wished to venture down into The Pit. I am Mr. Blood Bones, your guide towards the Center recesses of The Pit." He'd start to walk away from Drogh, using his hand to call him over as he spoke once more, starting to lead the Dark Jedi down the path. "Come Along, Sir, Come Along."
 

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@Drogh looked at the droid, it looked off and 'weird', as if it had crudely cut human skin, and attempted to put it on him self to blend in. It was ugly, ruined and old machine but it knew the underworld better then Drogh and frankly he needed a guide. The robot smelt of leaked oil almost, adding to the fumes that was being to feel like a invisible hand was choking him to death, however it was subtle.

Drogh before following the machine, he looked around him, darting his head and eyes like a paranoid prey among a heap and horde of killers and hunters, wanting to tear Drogh apart. But he wasn't entirely alone which bought a hint of calmness to Drogh, giving him a sense self of stability and at least some thing else might die along with him if it all fails, which was oddly comforting for Drogh.

Drogh followed the machine, he had nothing to say to it, staying silent and looking around always, eyes are every where Drogh was beginning to think, those eyes are watching and they are screaming for blood. Drogh hand was shaking slightly, his heart was pounding as if a hammer was forging it into shape. Yet he followed, his emotions blinded by a cloak and metal mask, that all he was to a outside world, a cloak and mask but deep down he was scared vulnerable human beginning, with nothing but dread and sadness in his heart, and that was beginning to grow with every single step forward. The building looked more shattered, like some ancient war had happened, and the aftermath and suffering never quite went away, the cracks in the ground were getting bigger and bigger, as if the world was shattered by a mace. The buildings were nothing more then rumble at this point, with a few defiantly standing against the decay of time, and he swore he could see people looking down on them.
[member="Mr. Blood Bones"]
 
"Many of your kind have come down here, and none have wanted my assistance, always arrogant, thinking they'll survive...Poor fools."

"At least you requested my assistance, so then you do not meet the same fate as all the others."

He kept leading [member="Drogh"] down the path, looking back at him to make sure he didn't step off the path.

"Do not step off the path. They will hunt you and kill you if you do. As long as you are on the Path the The Pit, then you shall be safe."
 

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Drogh followed the machine, he could hear his breathing, putting more and more effort into it, it was becoming harder to breath with every step. Of course the machine would not notice not here, it was free to travel where ever it wanted, as the air did not effect it one bit. Yet Drogh began to hear the whispers get louder, as if spirits were trapped here, calling out at the living, these ghost like people traveling like the dust, fading in and out of existence it would seem. Footsteps that were not his own nor the machine. The footsteps were getting louder, Drogh was tightening his grip of a viro-knife under his cloak, he was looking around him almost constantly.

Drogh had enough, speaking out harshly, trying to keep his voice calm and quiet in his fear, almost gentle, but still harsh like a light poison. "Stop, now." "That's not ours, some one is following us." Drogh said his voice trembling slightly.
 
Blood Bones would stop in his tracks, looking down at the Dark Jedi in confusion. "Stop? Why do you wish to stop? Is there a 'organic stimulus problem'? did you injure yourself, or am I moving too fast for you?"

He stood there, waiting for [member="Drogh"] to catch up, seeing him draw his Viro-knife, still confused unto why.
 

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Drogh ignored the machine, focusing entirely on the subtle footsteps, it wasn't just one, it was another, and another as if a army was marching silently. Whispers began to become louder, Drogh knew he wasn't going mad these were real, even if the machine couldn't see it or hear it. It was just a machine, what did it know, nothing it knows nothing. Not of the underground hell, not of this pit, it's just a machine that wanderers aimlessly, yet it was all Drogh had. The footsteps didn't settle down, they must have known they have been heard, but instead it only got louder, figures could be made out in the broken alleyways, people large and small, old and young, began to appear out of the shadows. They looked different, odd then the typical undergrounder, they looked as if they were survivors of a famine, along with a great disease, bodies that were almost skeleton like in a way.

Yet Drogh remembered all the things that have happened to Coruscant, it was truly a cursed city and this was the most cursed of them all. At first they only shown their heads, mostly human but not all, some looked odd, as if they had been mutated. Some of the aliens could be made out, yet they still looked odd. Most only poked their heads out before darting back into the shadows, yet some began to show who they were, entire bodies, starved, hunched and broken, they had a animal savagery in their eyes.

"Keep on moving, now." Drogh said to [member="Mr. Blood Bones"], urging him to walk faster.
 
He'd shrug, moving at a faster pace, that to keep [member="Drogh"] behind him. He looked back at him confused, but still moving. "Your Behavioral Patterns are unusual, and awkward. Is there a reasoning behind this strange behavior?"
 

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"Look" Drogh said in a commanding and yet subtle voice, he was trying to keep his voice down, pretending he was still hiding from the watchful eyes. Drogh swore he could see hundreds of these little eyes in the shadows, poking their heads back in and out again, constantly, others bravely standing out in the shadows, watching them like mad beasts. Drogh began to see more of them appear out of their shadow lairs, appearing in some what large numbers, stepping outside with broken weapons, bits of metal, old viro-blades and perhaps a blaster or two seen in the crowd, species of all sorts coming out, large and small, all with a viscous look in their eyes. They began waking in their general direction, the closer they got the angrier and blood thirsty they seemed, what they wanted was didn't matter to Drogh, as he was beginning to outpace the machine, said almost shouting but keeping it down into a violent hiss, "Run."
(wow that was embarrassing, didn't realize I was posting at my writer account)
Mr. Blood Bones
 

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Drogh him self followed the machine, looking back seeing that the things were chasing them. [member="Mr. Blood Bones"]
 
They'd reach the entrance to the Pit, the things stopping dead in their tracks, as some even back away in fear to the entrance itself.

"These beings fear the Pit, and everything that is inside it. I will be unable to accompany you down, for this is your own Journey."

[member="Drogh"]
 

Drogh

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Drogh was silent, the pit was a big void ahead of him. "Thank you, if you need any work, I suggest talking to a friend of mine, [member="Herr Vanderhing"]." Drogh said, as he quietly dashed into the dark abyss.

[member="Mr. Blood Bones"]
 

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