The Blasphemer
JUNGLES OF SELVARIS
OBJECTIVE II
TAG: Kralmus Orr Dodhorn Harert Valery Noble Ishida Ashina Laoth
Equipment in bio.
NOW I'M READY, I'M READY NOW
Beeping machines and the faint smell of burnt flesh served as the building blocks of the Alliance outpost's dreadful atmosphere.OBJECTIVE II
TAG: Kralmus Orr Dodhorn Harert Valery Noble Ishida Ashina Laoth
Equipment in bio.
NOW I'M READY, I'M READY NOW
Bodies with terror forever frozen onto their faces lay all around the robed figure crowned in a halo of tragedy – gentle shadows sliding on and off of golden spikes following the slightest of head movements. Lord Ptolemis made most of what the Maw could offer him; its armies' ceaseless advance demolished wall after wall, opening up unforeseen avenues for gathering knowledge and expanding his understanding of the interconnectedness of life and the Force. As the dark lord dug deep into the databanks of the outpost, typing away at the main computer, copying everything the Alliance's researches have learned, his attention drifted off for a moment.
He looked at a corpse lying face down on the floor, a single gaping hole punched by a lightsaber visible on the dead woman's chest.
Like the flash of a lightning came a heralding feeling through the Force. His head snapped at the window in front of him. He stepped back, allowing the feeling to linger, to give it time to unfold and share its secret. He gazed out the window, the dense jungle writhing with life, beckoning him. Then came the thunder through the Force, its tremors demanding obedience and authority. 'Most curious.' His dark self spoke to him, enticed by the completely unexpected foreboding through the soul of the planet he was initially apathetic toward.
He stepped forward again, unplugging the datapad that in the meantime had finished transferring the total accumulated knowledge of the Alliance scientists of this outpost. Any kind of knowledge he would be glad to find; wildlife biology, mutation patterns of the Vong, hypotheses on how to weaponize local flora or fauna. As he left the building, he stepped over dozens of bodies with fatal wounds that were identical to that of the corpse by the window. Their blood-shot eyes screaming for mercy, their contorted bodies begging for release.
First he passed his own recon ship parked on the small clearing around the outpost, then the jungle swallowed him. He marched on carefully, his steps unmasked, his presence in the Force exploded to deter the savage wildlife. The enticing rumble from before propelled him forward, feeling the touch of destiny upon his mind as it reached out initially.
There it was. A shattered door of stone, framing an oppressive darkness within. He let his own shadow feel out his way ahead of him, scouring the mysterious opening ahead for any traps or surprises. It bore many omens, but no direct danger seemed to wait for him. Yet.
'I need - to know.'
With his blank mask he looked around once, tugged on the chain between his shoulders and stepped closer to the opening, his presence slithering ominously through the Force. These slithering limbs soon enveloped two entities in the dark yonder, one drenched in the Force, but both marked by blood spilt.
The jagged shadow of his monochrome silhouette merged into the darkness ahead, announcing his presence to whomever may be present within the tomb. The strange figure of Darth Ptolemis observed silently whatever would happen next.
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