Disclaimer: Lovecraftian, Horror, Graphic Violence, and Nightmarish Things.
The Dark Star
Anak sat in the Dark Star as it orbited the stars. There enthroned in the pilot seat, he slept. Outside the haul of obsidian metal gave a loud thud
Thud, thud, thud.
Little pieces of rock beat against the smooth and rounded bridge, behind dragging like a net was tentacles of matching obsidian. As The Dark Star came to a planet, the tentacles moved like great serpents in black water of space and made the shape of a five pointed star, causing the vessel to halt.
Anak’s stasis chimed, and the atmospherics which made the bride a massive cryo chamber began to thaw. Red and yellow lighte on a fair console strobed.
The Pale eye lids of the Son of Darkness began to stir, nano sized icicled, like lashs fell and cracked into shards on his black leather chest and stained the cloth with moisture. Anak tapped his black gloved fingers on an arm rest, and the room was flooded with red light, vents pouring an invisible wind of heat brushed his long curly locks that swayed above the neck rest.
His eye lids opened to reveal circles of fire, like magma rings etched arouhd a black pupil, which represented the abyss within. Anak rose up, his black hood falling flat, and he crosded his arms as he stared at the planet on the view screen.
It was time to harvest.
Anak pressed a console and the tentacles shifted and pointed like javilans towards the sphere of life. Then pressing a red button on a touch screen, the five obsidian squid like arms dug into the atmosphere like a web. The great cords of metal plunged into the four corners pf the planet, digging into earth and rock till they stopped.
On the view screen scans revealed that much of indigenous life was wild, save for a cluster of sentients who watched from their prinitove huts as the black arms gripped their world. They resembled Trandoshians, with their reptilian snouts and teeth, but they had great swaths of hair at the nape, and possessed fur on their torsos and tails. They stoof upright, and held crude weapons fashioned with stone points.
They would be helpless before The Harvest.
Anak watched as the tubes released the Cargo into the great depths of the planet. A ivy greeb fluid poured into holes, and fissures, much of it meeting the creatures of the darkness, which upon contact began to move erratically, their heart beats elevating, and their cells being replaced with the Cargo.
Fish began to float to the surfavr as if dead, bobbing, then they stirred and began to beat against the surface as if on land and make their way the shore. The Inhabitants who mended their nets and boats on the shore saw their catch coming to them with great confusion. On of Fur Lizards approached a fish on land who’s snout now was pointed, and teeth was jaggid, as he reached it dig into his forearm and began snapping its jaws as it bore inside, and made its way up his arm. The Fur Lizard let out a shriek, and the once lifeless fish at the shoreline began stirring and coming towards the other inhabitants. The one Lizard who had become a living sea to the parasite fish fell down, his mouth pouring out black blood and the mutant fish flapped out with the voiding.
Anak watched these horrors with an air of detachment. He had catalogued the effects of The Cargo on many planets, and found that despite the effectiveness of the Harvest, the venture gave him not even a whisper of a thrill. The work of the Dark Star was a dead end to him, he desired to explore the darkness within, that flame inside he felt as a child and conjured to great effect.
The screen chimed and the words “Colonization Complete” blipped. Anak turned from the great view screen, his black cspe flowing as a blanket of shadow ad he headed to a pod shaped shuttle that launched.
The pod landed near the base of the village of huts, it dug into earth with a great crash, dust bellowing in air as canopy, and in it a bright beam of garnet glowed in the shape of a blade. The Lizards approached with their mouths dripping black blood, their faces deformed, their hair now fallen like needles. One lunged at Anak, he thrusted the tip of his saber through its gapping mouth, it crackled and tore through back of the neck. The mutant fish began to snap and flap like a sea around The Son of Darkness who raising his free hand threw many into the sit as he spun his body and sweeped his blade across the ground, cutting and charring the demon fish.
More Lizards approached, theu now looked tan and there mouths were inverted with teeth on the outside. Anak met them with his crimson blade, the cackle causing sparks and smell of burnt flesh. The Son of Darkness cut down the Harvest like wheat, felling each piece, as he let out an angry cry. These monsters afforded him np challenge, he felt no threat. The impulse of fear now faded, he stood there in the middle of the Harvest, as a swarm of more fish beasts came around him in circle.
Deactivating his lightsaber, he laid down as the predatory swarm came to his limbs and hair, there he closed his eyes.
The Dark Star
Anak sat in the Dark Star as it orbited the stars. There enthroned in the pilot seat, he slept. Outside the haul of obsidian metal gave a loud thud
Thud, thud, thud.
Little pieces of rock beat against the smooth and rounded bridge, behind dragging like a net was tentacles of matching obsidian. As The Dark Star came to a planet, the tentacles moved like great serpents in black water of space and made the shape of a five pointed star, causing the vessel to halt.
Anak’s stasis chimed, and the atmospherics which made the bride a massive cryo chamber began to thaw. Red and yellow lighte on a fair console strobed.
The Pale eye lids of the Son of Darkness began to stir, nano sized icicled, like lashs fell and cracked into shards on his black leather chest and stained the cloth with moisture. Anak tapped his black gloved fingers on an arm rest, and the room was flooded with red light, vents pouring an invisible wind of heat brushed his long curly locks that swayed above the neck rest.
His eye lids opened to reveal circles of fire, like magma rings etched arouhd a black pupil, which represented the abyss within. Anak rose up, his black hood falling flat, and he crosded his arms as he stared at the planet on the view screen.
It was time to harvest.
Anak pressed a console and the tentacles shifted and pointed like javilans towards the sphere of life. Then pressing a red button on a touch screen, the five obsidian squid like arms dug into the atmosphere like a web. The great cords of metal plunged into the four corners pf the planet, digging into earth and rock till they stopped.
On the view screen scans revealed that much of indigenous life was wild, save for a cluster of sentients who watched from their prinitove huts as the black arms gripped their world. They resembled Trandoshians, with their reptilian snouts and teeth, but they had great swaths of hair at the nape, and possessed fur on their torsos and tails. They stoof upright, and held crude weapons fashioned with stone points.
They would be helpless before The Harvest.
Anak watched as the tubes released the Cargo into the great depths of the planet. A ivy greeb fluid poured into holes, and fissures, much of it meeting the creatures of the darkness, which upon contact began to move erratically, their heart beats elevating, and their cells being replaced with the Cargo.
Fish began to float to the surfavr as if dead, bobbing, then they stirred and began to beat against the surface as if on land and make their way the shore. The Inhabitants who mended their nets and boats on the shore saw their catch coming to them with great confusion. On of Fur Lizards approached a fish on land who’s snout now was pointed, and teeth was jaggid, as he reached it dig into his forearm and began snapping its jaws as it bore inside, and made its way up his arm. The Fur Lizard let out a shriek, and the once lifeless fish at the shoreline began stirring and coming towards the other inhabitants. The one Lizard who had become a living sea to the parasite fish fell down, his mouth pouring out black blood and the mutant fish flapped out with the voiding.
Anak watched these horrors with an air of detachment. He had catalogued the effects of The Cargo on many planets, and found that despite the effectiveness of the Harvest, the venture gave him not even a whisper of a thrill. The work of the Dark Star was a dead end to him, he desired to explore the darkness within, that flame inside he felt as a child and conjured to great effect.
The screen chimed and the words “Colonization Complete” blipped. Anak turned from the great view screen, his black cspe flowing as a blanket of shadow ad he headed to a pod shaped shuttle that launched.
The pod landed near the base of the village of huts, it dug into earth with a great crash, dust bellowing in air as canopy, and in it a bright beam of garnet glowed in the shape of a blade. The Lizards approached with their mouths dripping black blood, their faces deformed, their hair now fallen like needles. One lunged at Anak, he thrusted the tip of his saber through its gapping mouth, it crackled and tore through back of the neck. The mutant fish began to snap and flap like a sea around The Son of Darkness who raising his free hand threw many into the sit as he spun his body and sweeped his blade across the ground, cutting and charring the demon fish.
More Lizards approached, theu now looked tan and there mouths were inverted with teeth on the outside. Anak met them with his crimson blade, the cackle causing sparks and smell of burnt flesh. The Son of Darkness cut down the Harvest like wheat, felling each piece, as he let out an angry cry. These monsters afforded him np challenge, he felt no threat. The impulse of fear now faded, he stood there in the middle of the Harvest, as a swarm of more fish beasts came around him in circle.
Deactivating his lightsaber, he laid down as the predatory swarm came to his limbs and hair, there he closed his eyes.
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