The smell of slavery...It smells like....Victory [New Order Dominion of Bosph]

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Darth Ayra"]


Enjoyment, yes, Vulcanus did find enjoyment in watching the suffering of others. He was a crazed beast before joining the Sith, his mind was broken and the darkside fixed it only to erode it in other manners. He was crazed, yes, but the blood truly would save the Sith if she was able to control the cells. The Dark Lord simply continued to watch as the ship's shields flickered back to life behind him, this time they continued to glow into disappearing. The Captian had done well, now it was time to test the weapon systems....

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Darth Vulcanus"] |

Burning. That was what Ayra felt minutes after finishing the process of drinking the Graug's blood. She lowered herself onto the ground and leaned backwards on the rails of the balcony, lowering her gaze down to the ship below. But her eyes were not seeing. Everything was out of focus. Brushing pieces of hair out of her eyes and pulling her Sith robe off her, Ayra broke out in a pool of sweat, like an inferno was rising inside of her. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the burning feeling. The blood stained her normally chalk white lips and chin. Specks littered her clothing. She cared not. All she wanted to do was live.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Darth Ayra"]


Vulcanus chuckled as he watched the pain flash for just an instant across the woman's face, his mind still partly concentrating on the progress of the ship below. The crews were busy preparing the turrets and priming them for the first tests and a dry fire.After the dry fire test was completed it would be time for Vulcanus to tour the corridors.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Darth Vulcanus"] |

Ayra hunched over and spat. What followed is too ill to be described for a PG 13 site. Leaning backwards into the wall, she wiped the excess bile from her lips, gasped air into her lungs and waited for it to end. But it didn't. She felt her head spinning and knew from experience that this amount of nausea would lead to unconsciousness. But becoming no longer conscious with her state and in present company wasn't an option. Alas, not even Darth Ayra could overpower nature. Shes slowly slid to her left side and laid there, no longer awake.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Darth Ayra"]


Had she died? No, she still drew breath and that meant that she must have been able to keep the cells from ripping apart her insides. Very well, she had not died and that was enough to land her in the good graces of the Dark Lord. Well, as good of graces as one can get with one such as Vulcanus. Taking a deep breath, he turned back to the ships and studied them as the turrets began to swivel and face the far wall. A voice spoke loudly over the intercom


"Dry fire testing in 3....2.....1....fire" the human voice said with a nerve shaken tone and in response the turrets made a horrifying growl as they charged up. The growl then quickly died to simulate firing, it had gone perfectly.

 

[Calamitous]

Kerrega remained by the shipyard entrance, his arms folded and his eyes fixed into the distance. The only thing that broke his gaze was the sound of the test firing. It seemed everything was going well, which made Kerrega happy. Well, as close to he could get to that emotion. He now served the New Order, and anything good for the order, was good for him. His gaze up to the office on the other side of the building, from there he could just make out the figure of what could only be [member="Darth Vulcanus"] , the leader of the Order. Kerrega had never had the pleasure of meeting him, and wouldn't for some time. There was no place for an Acolyte like him near the Sith Lord and he knew it. So, for now, he returned his gaze into the distance, waiting for anything that may require his blades.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Kerrega"]


Vulcanus made his way down from the office and to the ground level of the facility where the massive ship was sitting. There were only parts of the whole device here as the rest would be assembled in space, but there was enough of the surface for tit to go operational. As the Dark Lord made his way towards the ship, he noticed a Kaleesh standing in the distance. Yes, Vulcanus remembered his species well from when he was the lord put in charge of their planet during the Sith Empire.


Under Vulcanus's boot, the Kaleesh faced slavery and genocide at the hands of the Graug. Nearly the whole species was put to work in death labor and those who died were given to the living as food. Some would consider it counterproductive but Vulcanus's goal was to use the species to the fullest extent he could while also ridding Kalee of them while using them as productive servants.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Darth Vulcanus"] | [member="Kerrega"] |

Ayra's eyes woke up slowly. The burning sensation was gone. So too was the changing feeling she had felt before. There wasn't many words to describe the process; and she couldn't think of any at this current time. Maybe her writer had a brain fart. Blood was on her lips, her tongue, on her mind. Ayra could taste it and she didn't like it at all. But that was only an underlying feeling. She felt relief. Somehow, Vulcanus has saved her. Rather, his species had saved her. She spot an excess bit of spit and blood out of her mouth onto the metal grate. As she sat up, it dripped from the top and onto the bottom, splattering on an unfortunate Engineer. He dared not look up though.

Fear was a great motivator.

Her hand traveled to her waste and selected the canteen hanging from her utility belt. She had it since she was a child and found it to have sentimental value. First, she tipped it's contents into her mouth, then spat all of it out and repeated the process until she couldn't taste the Graug's blood anymore. Then she used the rest to wash her face, using her robe to clean it as well. It would probably stain and ruin the Sith robe. But Ayra didn't care.

She was free of [member="Stone Hermes"]'s curse.

The Sith Marauder struggled to her feet. She felt that she would need a few more weeks rest before she was back to peak physical condition. Darth Ayra turned to study the Dark Lord. She would never thank Vulcanus. She understood him in that way. Like him, Ayra despised weakness as well. Instead, she steadied herself on the railings, her senses attuning themselves slowly. She sensed a familiar figure in [member="Kerrega"], but they hadn't returned to normal, just yet. "What is it you are building?" she murmured, resting her elbows and chest on the railing to support herself. She more focused on her breathing than the ships Vulcanus was constructing. It felt good to breathe again.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Darth Ayra"]


Vulcanus didn't need thank yous or shows of affection, no, he just needed the strongest. The beast looked back up to Ayra from the bottom floor, where he had moved during her slumber, and answered her in a bellowing voice of thunder. "We are constructing the undoing of all who oppose us, warships built by the Graug! They will command fear and respect when they leach the life from the very cores of all planets we deem...lesser." the Dark Lord was almost purring as he spoke now, dragging his sharp claws across the sleek, metallic hull of the first ship. The first one was to be his, the others given to those loyal to the New Order so that they may efficiently bring about the end to all enemies that the Sith may face in the coming future.


"They will be the ultimate symbol of Graug power...the symbol of my New Order..." the beast had gone into a trance, more whispering to himself than anybody else. He could just imagine the glory that the New Order would bring to the galaxy, the dark reign that it would install....

 

[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

Issue #9 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, Electric Boogaloo:

With the electricity in the air, fighting would be a bit harder, since Bjornveld had to keep in mind not to expose himself to the truck's open door. The Bandits probably thought they were transporting gold and stuff, not slightly active ship cores. Which was their fatal mistake since many of them got vaporized because of it. Thankfully the Blackblades didn't seem to be near the thing when it got opened, since they were all standing somewhere a bit further off with a couple guards near them. Bjornveld would have to finish those off and then return the Trucks to their path.

Next time: Issue #10 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, Electric Boogaloo Part 2!

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Darth Vulcanus"] |

Darth Ayra didn't lift her gaze to the Dark Lord as he replied to her question. Instead, when she felt ready, she leaned off the railing and began to take a walk. Tucking her robes around her slender frame, she began to descend a flight of stairs towards the bottom. Smoke filled her nostrils the further Ayra climbed down. Wiping her brow with her sleeve, she paused mid way down to catch her breath.

 

[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

Issue #10 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, Electric Boogaloo Part 2:

Bjornveld moved closer, keeping a low profile to not get detected by the remaining bandit guards. He hid behind a small crater that had a small wall at the top to protect him from the sight of the two guards near the top of the crater. He moved in closer, throwing a pebble to the other side of the street with the Force to distract them as he moved closer to kill both with his Fire Extinguisher of DOOM. The two guards turned and looked at the other side, where the pebble had landed. Bjornveld was now in striking range. One quick swipe and both of the men were K-word. This was too easy, but that's how it is if you're an amazingly conditioned Viking with an Fire Extinguisher.

Wow, much bloodshed, but more will follow in Issue # 11 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, Electric Boogaloo Part 3!

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Darth Ayra"]


As Vulcanus walked around the hull, the true nature of the device being built was made clear...the hull was shaped and contained a series of massive strap-like hooks throughout its underbelly. While the hull was still large enough to accommodate a great number of people, it looked more like armor than it did an actual ship. If one could explain it, they would sat that it looked like a helmet that was to be strapped onto some massive warbeast. It made sense as the Graug were masters at creating armor for beasts, this armor suit was just utilizing their new found technological prowess to create something much more menacing than they had ever before...a Vong warship....

 

[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

Issue #11 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, Electric Boogaloo Part 3:

With two guards down it was time to move on to the next ones. Throwing another pebble, this time near him and quite loudly, to attract the guards here, towards him, rather than away from him. After a couple seconds two more guards came around the corner of the street, towards the source of the sound, with weapons raised. They saw their two K-Word comrades and rushed over to see if they were still alive. They probably had quite the brotherhood, since the two seemed like they really cared, though that was rather meaningless, since as soon as they were close enough, Bjornveld jumped out all like ''G'day Motherkarkers, it's Fire Extinguisher beating time!'' And K-worded them.

Wow, Bjornveld is turning into a comedian! Next time on Issue #12 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, Electric Boogaloo Part 3: STUFF HAPPENS!

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Darth Vulcanus"] |

Finished with resting on the flight of stairs, Ayra leaned up and begun her descent back down them. Five minutes later, the Sith Marauder found herself among the construction crews. Glances here, glances there. The fear was paramount down here, gripping each soul except her own. Ayra stopped herself in front of a sheet of transparisteel and caught herself in it's reflection as an Engineer above began to meld something together with a device she did not know the name of. The grey, darker lines, which she presumed were her veins, had died down now that the virus was no longer running through them. Her skin was slowly going back to the ivory, chalk white it used to be, including her lips. She lifted her hands to her hair and pulled it into a ponytail. When she was done, her hands lowered to her sides. She was mesmerized with what she saw.

 

[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

Issue #12 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, Electric Boogaloo Part 3:

With four guys down, twenty and two MG-emplacements to go, things were looking pretty good. Bjornveld should be able to return the Cores soon enough, so that the ships would be ready to get launched and to destroy more worlds and subjugate them for the great and almighty New Order of the best Sith who ever lived and will always live in the history of the galaxy as long as sentients will live. But oh well, back to the killing. He moved on, throwing two smaller pebbles, repeating his maneuvers and the moved on to K-word the MG guys. This was all done pretty quickly and in that moment the blackblades rebelled and killed a couple of the bandits while having minor casualties of only five blackblades while all of the bandits got killed. Bjornveld closed the doors on the Truck and they moved out again.

This issue was awesome. Next Issue will be Issue #13 of Tales of the Fire Extinguisher, Electric Boogaloo Explosion!

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

The Dark Lord of the Sith found his way to a door near the midsection of the armor like hull and it opened before his presence. The internal structure of the armor-hull was angular and sleek, a dark purple in pigmentation. Slowly the Dark beast entered the hull and began to snoop around what would soon be his new flag ship. Welding and other construction work could still be heard from within the ship, the Graug were doing most of all the forging as they knew how to create something as ambitious as this.


Power cords and wires still hung uncovered, but that was to be expected. Soon though, the shell would be complete and then transported to space with tugs. There it would be easily melded with the rest of the components and then brought back down to the planet when the vong ship was done growing.

 

[Lord Eclipsion]

Slowly, a small dropship had landed on the planet Bosph. As the small door slowly slid open, the Chiss woman Sokrai Ronaro walked, looking around her with a harsh glare. She raised her wrist up to her mouth, and began speaking into the wrist comm. "Hello, this is Acolyte Ronaro, please send me your position, status and what will be my orders." She stated calmly into the gadget.

@Evreybody, I guess

 

[Bria Shadow-Tarkin]

Feeling out in the force until she found what she was seeking there it was to behind with another magic weave but this time feeling a sharp pain in her back, only to spend around to find that one had turn to bury a knife in her side. Eyes a glowing as they did could only show that wasn't to happen, this turning herself fully to face this one. Not even blinking an eye at him, with a look of fear in his eyes. This bring a curve to her lips, as she moisten them up with her tongue. Holding up her hand as she spoke to the one facing her. you my pretty shouldn't have done, that...let your fears inside of you tare you out from your inners.

Finding herself enjoying the watching of how this one went to his knees so fast crying out for what unknown, feeding off it, bathing in it. Looking at his eyes that had started to get blood in them. Bring a laughter so sinister that all could hear that was around her. Now die you worthy flesh of human, Die, Die that I may regain my powers more.

 

[Silas Tyree]

An explosion followed by screams and blaster fire as the door to the building flew inward. Chaos was what ensued as the troopers plunged their way in meeting little resistance. There were approximately five men inside protecting a group of twenty or more. Silas chuckled at their weak attempts at a resistance as the men under his command quickly, and easily, dispatched of the men inside. Stepping through the smoke he looked around the building and noticed the women and children cowering in the back. One of the men who had been shot was moaning as he was dragged by the troopers to the middle of the room and tossed to the ground at Silas's feet. He was shouting gibberish that Silas could not understand.

"Translate." Silas said to one of the troopers who spoke various different languages. Silas crouched down to his knees and stared the man who Silas could not understand. Though he did not speak the language, he knew what he was doing, begging for ones life sounded the same in every language.

"He is asking you to spare the others, take him, take him, please he begs it."

Chuckling, the masked Sith reached out and grabbed the disgusting species face by the jaw, shaking it playfully as if he were a toy. "You thought it smart to rise up against us and now you blubber for mercy when we do exactly as we told you we would." His translator spoke as Silas did and he stood to his feet and glanced over to the group in the corner who were looking on with worry in their eyes. "Kill them all, send a message, we are not to be rebelled against." Turning around he prepared to move on to the next portion of the city and check in on the rest of the battles. Before he did, though, he turned to the de facto leader of the troopers. "Kill him last. Make sure he watches."

Smirking under his mask, the Captain took his leave, lightsaber dangling at his side begging to be used.