Kraxon floated gently against the cockpit ceiling of the ship his form just a dense fog above the head of his personal slaves. His ears and feet sat silently as pilot and co-pilot accordingly working the controls his pious body couldn't operate. It was the one thing he wouldn't admit to himself in truth he needed these slaves. They'd transcended from slaves to body parts and he cared for them as well as he would have himself. That being true they were his and they had come to accept their roles to such a degree they wouldn't know what to do otherwise.
The ship was highly modifiable but at the moment he lacked the credits to do everything he had in mind. At the moment though he had a twenty Hutt legionnaire war droids in stand by mode in what was the hanger. They would bring about his fortune and the changes he dreamed of. His hands were in gunner seats just waiting for the right prey. A transport was preferable, but he'd take what he could he needed to pay the premium on these war droids.
They were heavily preferable to fleshies who it seems were a little too unenlightened to understand the slave trade. He was taking the burdens of life away and giving each a purpose. A good master didn't destroy his property on a whim but cared for them and kept them strong. How many homeless walked the underbelly of the vaunted Republic. Would their lot not be better served living with purpose and towards their own transcendence? He would free them all from burdens of the flesh so they could live with purpose and freedom of their minds.
At the moment he operated outside of any of the powers that be sphere of influence but as he grew that would change. He would bring them enlightenment and freedom from their own nature. Below the floating apparition sat his mouth. The Herglic sat in a meditative blissfully unaware state. The deathstick barely gripped in his hand as he transcended beyond the physical layers. These were the only living things he allowed to see him. He lived through them and they through him found peace and transcendence.
The Herglic when it had a name was constantly feeling uncomfortable in its own body. Its largeness constantly pointed out as he had difficulty moving through doors made for smaller races. It was angry and its mind contained in its disharmony could not transcend. Klaxon had freed him, his flesh was the weakness not the mind. When the mind was free did it matter what purpose the body worked towards?
Kraxon lowered himself to his mouth enveloping him and the cloud of smoke that trailed from his mouth. “Soon you shall have more brethren, and we and them will be one. We shall create purpose and freedom of the mind. We shall show them the limits of their bodies then teach them to break those bonds.” His voice was a hypnotic whisper as his formed wrapped around the Herglic bringing the smoke back up to his blow hole. ((OOC: That is just weird to say for some reason))
He could feel the smooth texture of his skin and taste the air as he exhaled. It was amazing these fleshies had no idea what it was like to become one with another creature. Their acts of coitus were simple and instinctual they simply were too bound to the physical. He was not and never would be of their world he'd floated for years amongst the clouds bathed in light and thought, but he would enlighten them, even if these were the means.
“We have found an appropriate ship. Its a small shuttle should be a good test run.” It was his ears which spoke is voice soft and low. In his earlier life he'd been a human body builder but now his flesh was gaunt as he sought enlightenment and pushed away the needs of his body.
“Excellent, take out their shields and engines and then we shall loose the droids amongst them.”
The ship was highly modifiable but at the moment he lacked the credits to do everything he had in mind. At the moment though he had a twenty Hutt legionnaire war droids in stand by mode in what was the hanger. They would bring about his fortune and the changes he dreamed of. His hands were in gunner seats just waiting for the right prey. A transport was preferable, but he'd take what he could he needed to pay the premium on these war droids.
They were heavily preferable to fleshies who it seems were a little too unenlightened to understand the slave trade. He was taking the burdens of life away and giving each a purpose. A good master didn't destroy his property on a whim but cared for them and kept them strong. How many homeless walked the underbelly of the vaunted Republic. Would their lot not be better served living with purpose and towards their own transcendence? He would free them all from burdens of the flesh so they could live with purpose and freedom of their minds.
At the moment he operated outside of any of the powers that be sphere of influence but as he grew that would change. He would bring them enlightenment and freedom from their own nature. Below the floating apparition sat his mouth. The Herglic sat in a meditative blissfully unaware state. The deathstick barely gripped in his hand as he transcended beyond the physical layers. These were the only living things he allowed to see him. He lived through them and they through him found peace and transcendence.
The Herglic when it had a name was constantly feeling uncomfortable in its own body. Its largeness constantly pointed out as he had difficulty moving through doors made for smaller races. It was angry and its mind contained in its disharmony could not transcend. Klaxon had freed him, his flesh was the weakness not the mind. When the mind was free did it matter what purpose the body worked towards?
Kraxon lowered himself to his mouth enveloping him and the cloud of smoke that trailed from his mouth. “Soon you shall have more brethren, and we and them will be one. We shall create purpose and freedom of the mind. We shall show them the limits of their bodies then teach them to break those bonds.” His voice was a hypnotic whisper as his formed wrapped around the Herglic bringing the smoke back up to his blow hole. ((OOC: That is just weird to say for some reason))
He could feel the smooth texture of his skin and taste the air as he exhaled. It was amazing these fleshies had no idea what it was like to become one with another creature. Their acts of coitus were simple and instinctual they simply were too bound to the physical. He was not and never would be of their world he'd floated for years amongst the clouds bathed in light and thought, but he would enlighten them, even if these were the means.
“We have found an appropriate ship. Its a small shuttle should be a good test run.” It was his ears which spoke is voice soft and low. In his earlier life he'd been a human body builder but now his flesh was gaunt as he sought enlightenment and pushed away the needs of his body.
“Excellent, take out their shields and engines and then we shall loose the droids amongst them.”