Grand Teth Auto! [Red Ravens Dominion of Teth]

[Cryax Bane]

[member="Dredge"]

"Kteh!" cursed the Chiss in his native Csillan tongue, as he was cut off in front by a gang of salivating monsters. As they slowly advanced on him, fangs dripping with fresh blood, he was suddenly knocked down by another one of the plague beasts. Cryax landed on his tailbone with an "oof" and felt the back of his head crack on the pavement as it snapped back from the blow. The Rakghoul's hot breath in his face, the concussed Chiss struggled to free himself from the creature's grip, but its preternatural strength made the task impossible.

Finally he reached down into his boot, and as the creature snapped at his arm, he pulled out a vibroblade, flicking the switch on its hilt. With a swift blow, he sunk the humming blade right into one of the creature's eye sockets and twisted, his teeth gritted as he squeezed his eyes shut to avoid the ghoul's contaminated blood. If he was going to go down, he would take anything and everything with him.

As the Ravens crime boss heard the bellowing sounds of the demon king in the alleyway behind him, still struggling with the wounded Rakghoul, he did what he usually did in surreal situations such as this one. He simply looked back at the enormous monster and wearily wisecracked, "What took you so long? I thought you'd never get here."

 

[Evor]

[member="Keira Ticon"]

Logan chuckled softly at what she said shaking his head as he kept going down the narrow alleyway. He neared the corner and looked both ways, not seeing anything immediately. "Got any idea how you wanna do this? We can go on the roofs if you want."

 

[Dredge]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

The low growls of the ghouls encircled Cryax outnumbering him six to one. Forming almost a complete circle they watched the ghoul once known as Raam fall over to the side and lay there dying, twitching and spasming going through it's death throws. The beasts howled in rage but held fast not wanting to go against their master's orders. The ghouls snarled and continued their small chorus as each loud thump from a Dredge got louder and louder. He approached Cryax and looked down at him grinning under his helmet. Oh this one was a fighter, Dredge respected that and for this he would give him a quick death. "Patience is a virtue my child, it is a shame you shall not live to learn it." Lifting the massive sith sword into the air he aimed the blow to come at Cryax's face and with a loud war cry begun to bring the blade down

-STOP!!- the voice in his head commanded and the blade halted a few inches from the face of the chiss. -This one is special, this one is strong. A leader perhaps? Yes a leader, he will prove to be very useful. Do not kill him Dredge, enslave him. Make him suffer for his arrogance to defy you.- the voice whispered and quieted as dredge nodded his head. "You are a lucky one my child, I don't think I will be killing you. No, I have much more fun things in mind for you chiss." A small echo of laughter left dredge and in a skip of a beat he pressed a button on his wrist. "You will be coming with me child." Dredge pointed the tip of the hellish blade at Cryax and it's tip began to glow red showing that if you moved I am going to fry you.

In the distance the crimson red eyes of collector droids sparked up and flee out of the command ship to head towards their master. In a few moments the collectors (sentinels from the matrix) were upon them in waves of tentacles and buzzing sounds. Dredge looked up at one of his rakghouls and said something in his native Yuuzhan Vong tongue. Soon after Taft the large ghoul roared and sent down a hammer fist directed at the Chiss' head to make sure he wasn't going to struggle

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax never thought his final destination would involve being eaten by Rakghouls in a puddle of gizzards in an alleyway on Teth, but it looked like it might be the end for the young Chiss. As thunderous footfalls shook the ground he lay on, he stared up at the monster, [member="Dredge"], blinking his red glowing eyes at the armored creature as it addressed him, its voice ringing out like a sickening death knell. As the demon lifted its giant sword high above him, the crime boss squeezed his eyes shut and wondered what lay beyond, almost glad to shuffle off his mortal coil for at least it meant and end to the madness around him.

Then the creature stopped, and it spoke to him once again, telling him it had "fun" things in mind, and to Cryax it sure didn't sound like they were about to go to dinner and a Holo film. Processing the words through shock and exhaustion, the Chiss simply said, "I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees so just go ahead and kill me now, ya bastard." Then he realized how lame his metaphor was since he was neither on his feet or knees, but lying on his back. Before any more ridiculous thoughts could cross his head, a fist descended into his face and blackness fell over his consciousness.

 

[Keira Priest]

As he scanned the streets she did the same, reaching out with the Force as well, there being nothing close enough to cause immediate alarm. Of all the things she'd seen, heard or done in her life, this had to be one that would stick with her, and not necessarily in a good way. It seemed the Ravens had gained another enemy this time around, one that couldn't be reasoned with. They just wouldn't be one of the biggest crime syndicates on this side of the Rim without running into people like this every once in awhile.

"Roofs would be best. There's too many of them over the ground to worry about, and getting there in one piece would be a good thing." It still struck her as odd that this street had been left unscathed, and it didn't sit well with her. "It's too quiet. We'd better get going while we still can. Something tells me it won't stay nice like this for too much longer."

[member="Logan of Little Coruscant"]

 

[Dredge]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

Dredge looked down at the face of the chiss as his eyes began to flutter snd his vision waiver. "Oh yes my child, we will be spending a lot of time together you and I." A smug and satisfied little grin came onto Dredge's face underneath his helmet, it was a grin of what was to come. How he was going to break the Chiss until he was just another obedient little thrall for him to use at his disposal. Dredge looked up at the collectors and pressed another button. The droids surged forward and grabbed Cryax by one leg, a single collector dangled his limp and unmoving body from into the air and went on it's way towards the command ship letting the young Chiss president limp hundreds of feet in the air. Dredge looked as his ghouls with collars around his next and smiled.

"We're leaving." Dredge looked up at his collectors and pressed a button on his forearm. The droids grabbed him and the trained ghouls in a blurr of tentacles and metallic clanging. The collector droids from the ship washed over the city and took the Yuuzhan Vong and Graug troops from the ground and ascended them into the air. Over a few hundred black clad warriors dotted the sky leaving behind all the swarms of rakghouls and blazing inferno that was this city (collecting PCs as well). The droids whisked away them all and in a few minutes the small strike team was in the ship reunited with their brothers in arms. Graug head butted one another celebrating their kills and the burning city bellow, Yuuzhan Vong warriors cut tally marks into their skin with blades to count how many they had killed in the journey of the blessed path.

And at the center of it all was Dredge looking over the unconscious body of [member="Cryax Bane"]. "Take him to the morphers, they will introduce him to our lovely home and have a Yammosk scan his most recent memories." Dredge chuckled evilly and a Graug warrior dragged Cryax down the dimly light halls of the command ship. "Let us depart." The hanger behind Dredge began to close and seal until it was completely shut, with a small hiss it pressurized and they were ready to go. The ship let out one last earth shattering bellow and took off towards the skies. Rejoining the space battle the command ship linked up with the rest of the fleet quickly. The living star fighters piled back into the wangas and the ships did a one eighty until their tips faced the blackness of space. And with one last boom, they were gone leaving behind the horde of thousands of ghouls and fire.

A whisper came to Cryax's ear soft and sensual with a hint of sadness behind it. "Cryax, wake up. Please wake up. We need you..." The soft voice was that of [member="Keira Ticon"]. It rolled over Cryax's ears in soft bassos and frailty. It emphasized weariness and fatigue, as if the woman had gone through a lot in the last few hours. When the chiss opened his eyes he would open them to see a very different setting. He was in a hospital bed with a steady beeping going off besides him on a heart rate monitor. In the corner of the room he would see the armored figure of [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"], he was absolutely drenched in splotches of black Yuuzhan Vong blood and he was holding the rifle he last saw him with. "We beat them back boss, saved your ass at the last second. Poor little Vong bastards went flying away before they could click their heels together and wish for home." Outside Cryax could see the white smoke of flames being doused in water and order returning back to Teth under the ravens. "Cryax, I need to ask you to do a big favor for me." The figure in Keira's skin said in a weak voice.


[member="Saki lin"] [member="Eeth Forte"] [member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="Zooey Walsh"] [member="Ezio Kells"] [member="Julian Solo"] [member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Lenix Ornil"] [member="Dasha the Hutt"] [member="Lisa Ticon"] [member="GM Opposition."] [member="Darth Morgoth"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="io eyeballs"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

The first thing Cryax was aware of when he awoke was that his head felt like a lead balloon. The second thing was that disorienting feeling of not knowing where in the frell you were. The Chiss blinked his glowing red eyes as he found himself in an unknown medical facility, dressed in a hospital gown and hooked up to some machines. Totally karking confused he scoured his hazy brain for his last few memories, which brought the horrors of the Rakghoul and their demon leader roaring back to him. The disparate juxtaposition between his last few memories and his present environment made him feel slightly queasy. Something was off.

As his vision became less blurry he saw [member="Keira Ticon"] and [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] in the room with him and Logan was briefing him on the bits he missing time he had. Apparently they had miraculously fought back the Vong. "Man," he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "I wish I could have seen that." He let out a ragged cough.

Outside the window it looked like the Teth operation was back under the control of the Ravens, and Cryax saw no more Rakghoul or Vong swarming the streets. He threw his head back on the pillow with relief. Finally the nightmare was over. Upon hearing Keira's voice, melodiously asking him for a favor, he turned towards her and put his hand lightly on her shoulder, giving her a weak smile. "Sure, Keira. What do you need?"

 

[Dredge]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

The mimic of Keira smiled brightly and have the chiss a soft kiss on his lips before breaking off and whispering in his ear oh so soft and gently. "Just one thing dear." She whispered softly before doing it again. "Kill me Cryax, kill me, kill me, kill me." She chanted in his ear in almost a musical tone smiling an innocent grin upon her face. Producing a long and inward bent knife she brandished the blade and slipped it into Cryax's hand. "KILL ME!!" She screamed at Cryax and a torrent of soft velvety giggles left her mouth as she slide her hands on Cryax's wrists to put the blade up to her throat. Her giggles soon turned mad and Logan stepped up from his corner with a wicked grin on his face

"Do something for me to mister president, submit. Submit to him Cryax. Submit to him!" The mimic of Logan approached the bedside and began to laugh at Cryax, his face twisting in joy and madness. The room began to flicker as the lights began to turn red as if the normal lights had been shut down and the emergency generator had turned on to keep things going. Outside the window things twisted and distorted to show the massive command ship raining hell down on the populace of the planet. The white smoke turned black and the fires raged. Bodies lined the streets of the city and everyone that Cryax knew lay there dead in the streets savaged and killed by ghouls.

The mimic of Keira pressed the crooked knife against her harder and she screamed in writing delight as she mounted Cryax's hips over his blankets. "KILL ME CRYAX!! KILL ME!!! DO IT YOU WORTHLESS WRETCH!! KILL MEEEE!!" The woman laughed madly and Logan stood by his side beginning to rip the very flesh from his face, trickles of hot scarlet running down his cheeks. "KILL HER CRYAX KILL HER!! KILL THEM ALL!!"

 

[Cryax Bane]

There was something about Keira's tone that instantly raised Cryax's hackles. First of all, the sickly, sweet tone in her voice was unlike anything he'd ever heard come from the woman's lips. Keira Ticon was a tough cookie, brash, no-nonsense, always cursing in Old Corellian. This was a different Keira. Then when the rogue Jedi kissed him unexpectedly, his suspicions doubled. The liplock wasn't unpleasant, of course, but it was totally uncharacteristic for her. When the vile chanting in his ear started up, the Chiss knew instantly that something was horribly wrong, and his stomach churned darkly, his gag reflex making his throat spasm uncomfortably.

As both of his comrades morphed into twisted visages of their former selves and the sights outside turned more nightmarish, Cryax suspected he was in some kind of a mind palace or perhaps on a powerful hallucinogen. But it felt achingly like reality to the Chiss and to his horror, he wasn't able to snap himself out of it.

When the phantasm of Keira straddled him on the bed, Cryax tried to scramble backwards under her weight, but found himself paralyzed, unable to move a single muscle aside from holding the knife to her throat. His eyelids locked in place, the Chiss couldn't even close his eyes to shield himself from the terrible visions of Keira writhing on top of him shrieking at him to kill her and Logan ripping his face to shreds. He briefly wondered if the answer to breaking free was to plunge the knife into her soft, tanned flesh, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. His visceral reaction was simply to scream. And so he did. Over and over again until his vocal chords gave out and he only rasped.

[member="Dredge"]

 

[Dredge]

[member="Cryax Bane"]
"KILL ME YOU COWARD!! KILL ME!!" The mimic of Keira screamed again writhing on top of the Chiss, looks of joy and pleasure twisting upon her face. Keeping the knife pointed at her throat she laughed again and wildly as the decayed flesh of Logan's face dripped down and blood gushed from it in steady streams. His face was torn and his teeth and jaw bone showed through the left side of his face. "DO IT CRYAX DO IT!!" Logan stood and cocked his head back laughing and tearing the skin and hair from his beard to reveal a bleached whie chin bone. The room's red light continued to pulse and it was time to introduce the chiss to his new life.

The mimic of Logan brandished his own knife and screamed in hatred now "YOU ARE WEAK CRYAX!! YOU COULD NEVER DO WHAT WAS NECESSARY!! I'LL CARRY YOU JUST AS IVE ALWAYS DONE!!" With his own combat knife he grabbed Keira by the back of her head tilting it backwards to show her slender and soft throat. The woman continued to laugh wildly and spoke "LET A REAL MAN DO IT!!" The woman giggled and laughed as Logan drew the blade across her throat. The woman spat up blood hot and red giggling and choking until all the laughing was replaced by small gurgles and choking sounds.

The woman's corpse flew down and pinned Cryax where he was, he could feel her weight on top of him, feel the very real blood seep out onto him staining his chest red. And worst of all, he could see her cold dead eyes looking into his as she lay there on top of him cold and unmoving. This was not a mind palace, this was very very real. The zombie looking Logan chuckled bits of blood sprawling out the hole in his mouth in flickers as he did. "See, was that so hard mister president?" He said with a wicked grin on the right intact side of his face

 

[Cryax Bane]

"STOP IT! STOP IT!" rasped the Chiss, as the Keira vision continued to thrash perversely on his hips, shrieking at him like a harpy in heat. His arms taut, he refused to move the knife an inch. Cryax tried in vain to buck her off, but she had him pinned down with the strength of ten men. The Chiss crime boss had spent a week in a Black Sun prison on Kessel and even his torture there was merciful compared to this. "NONONONONONONONONONO!" he screamed until his throat was raw. It was all he could do not to turn the knife on himself.

Then the fake Logan yanked up the fake Keira and slid the knife through the soft skin of her throat, in a terrible danse macabre, both of them cackling as the life was snuffed out of his friend. Her corpse was flung on top of him, and he merely broke out into frustrated tears at the maddening sight of her lifeless eyes staring into his red ones. Suddenly the young Chiss grabbed her corpse and heaved it off of himself with an angry grunt.

Feeling his strength returing, Cryax weakly rose from his hospital bed, ripping the monitor wires from their moorings on his chest. He advanced on the Logan zombie and clawed at the creature, raking his fingernails through the man's malleable skin, frantically imploring him. "Logan! Let me out of here. I don't care what I have to do. Just release me! I'll do anything! I'LL DO ANYTHING! I'LL DO ANYTHING!"

[member="Dredge"]

 

[Dredge]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

The mimic of Logan stood there giggling softly as the chiss crime lord dug his nails into his skin. He lifted his head back and laughed wildly splattering Cryax with more of his own blood. He looked back down at Cryax and gently rubbed one of cheeks with his free hand. "This is your penance Cryax, this is a monument to all your sins. All of this is for you." Logan wiped away a tear from his leaders face and with a clanging sound dropped the knife to the floor. "You know what you need to do Cryax, this will all end and you will be removed from this nightmare." The sound of a gun leaving a holster shifted in the air on the right side of Logan's mimic. And from it he produced a thee fifty seven teneloss revolver. Pushing out the cylinder he looked at Cryax and tilted his head to the left smiling at him with that same half untorn grin.


"You know exactly what you must do." Placing a single bullet Into a slot he put the cylinder back in the pistol and it was ready to go. Slapping the gun into Cryax's hand Logan took a knee bellow his friend and grabbed the barrel of the pistol with both hands placing it flush to his own head before cocking the hammer back. "Kill me Cryax. I want you to kill me. And when you do all this will end and you are free to leave this nightmare."

Looking at the chiss In eyes the Logan mimic smiled brightly and chuckled. " Do it Cryax, do it, pull the trigger you queen! Pull the trigger! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!!" The mimic of Logan howled in delight and pushed the barrel harder against his skin tearing it slightly to reveal more bone. "DO YOU LITTLE queen!! KILL ME!! KILL ME!! KILL ME!!" Everything in the room went completely dark and a spotlight shined down onto Cryax and the decaying Logan. Everything was silent and the only things that could be heard were the mad giggles of Logan in the light.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Wincing at the spray of blood that came from fake Logan's dripping flesh, Cryax shook his head over and over, spreading his hands out in front of him. "No. Logan. You know I can't do this. Don't make me do this." As Logan handed shoved the gun in his hands, he wrapped his hands around the pistol grip, he couldn't take his eyes off the man's broken mouth, the exposed chin bone glinting under the red lights. As fake Logan goaded him savagely, Cryax's hands tremored like a palsy victim. He winced at the sound of pistol digging into wet flesh. "NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO," the Chiss continued to plead. But it was no use. Cryax was desperate for the nightmare to end. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew this Logan wasn't the real Logan was he? How could this be happening? Yet it felt too real.

As the red light thumped in time with the beating of his heart, and Logan's chants got louder and more abusive, Cryax squeezed his eyes shut. Although he knew the fake Logan wouldn't be able to understand, the Chiss muttered a simple phrase in Cheunh, "Ch'ah cart ch'ithe'umi'aco, Logan." Then he straightened his arms and giving in to the animal instinct to cease his own suffering, pulled the trigger.

[member="Dredge"]

 

[Dredge]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

The .357 roared as it went off, Logan's head bleck backwards along with the gore that was the back of his head now splattered on the wall. His body tumbled backwards and hit the ground with a thud, Logan's distant and dead eyes flickered and shorted out until the entire illusion did so. His body changed and turned into a a skin suit of vague blotchy starfish like organisms that covered his entire body. All around him those creatures lined the walls and floors until he stood in a box room with a bed and two corpses. Yuuzhan Vong morphers, now dead and gone. The room was splattered in blood and flesh and now began to reek of death. The door behind the Chiss groaned open to reveal a white light and the shadowed figure of Dredge.

Clap
Clap
Clap
Clap

The slow claps died out and the demonic voice of Dredge oozed out smoothly. "Well done child, could use a bit less crying. But I found it quite inspirational." The shadow of Dredge have a soft chuckle and spoke more "You see this is your life now, the one you knew before is gone. The person you were before is dead. Cryax Bane is no more, you belong to me now Cryax. And you have information and talents I wish to employ. There are commands I have for you. If you comply your home will be much less painful. If not." Dredge paused and smiled beneath his helmet. "Well why spoil the surprise." He laughed and stepped out of the shadow to give one last order. "Take him to the throne room. Bring out any slave under the age of seven." And then he was gone

Two Graug massive and bulging with muscle walked into the organic room and roared at him. One carried a lancer rifle that was pointed at him as he stood a few feet away behind the unarmed Graug that would subdue him. The Graug stepped forwad and grunted a few words in basic "Tiny blue man come with us." He said letting his fangs show

 

[Cryax Bane]

Blinking in bewilderment, Cryax looked around the room as it changed right before his eyes. As the Logan corpse transformed, he jumped back, startled and then let out a long, harried sigh. As relieved as he was that his friend wasn't a corpse, the dark room he found himself in filled him with utter dread. When a door opened and revealed the demon creature that chased him down the Peroon streets, the demon cruelly golf clapping at him, Cryax simply backed up away from Dredge muttering, "No."

The creature went into his spiel and before Cryax could even argue or beg for his life, he was gone. Poof. Just like that. There were parts of the demons speech that made the Chiss's blood run cold and as he stood there in stunned silence, he decided to retreat into the darkest recesses of his brain where he found a generous portion of denial, waiting for him like a soothing salve. He was going to make it out of this somehow. He wasn't going to made a slave or put through horrible things. That happened to other poor schmucks. Not the crime boss for one of the most infamous criminal gangs in the galaxy.

Two hulking Graug entered the room. And their roars made him startle. He was already halfway broken from his last ordeal and didn't have alot of fight left in him. His analytic brain weighed the odds of trying to fight the two massive creatures, and those odds came up completely stacked against him. So he simply walked along with the Graug, resigned to his fate. For now.

[member="Dredge"]

 

[Dredge]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

The two Graug brought the Chiss to a very interesting sight, as they moved down a steel hallway it opened up into a wide atrium type room. The room was light dimly and what could be see was a horror show. Children of multiple species were lined up in a straight row of seven. Their little bodies look malnourished and terribly pained, their eyes sunk with lack of sleep and a longing to just lay there and rest forever. However that was not an option, what was an option however was a horrific and painful death at the hands of whatever monster took the lives of children. Around the children hundreds of Graug and Yuuzhan Vong eyes Cryax as he was escorted into the room. At the far back was the demon Dredge himself looking down at Cryax with blood red eyes meeting his own. "Aaah, slave I'm so glad you could join us." He said in a polite and educated voice that still somehow demanded authority. Behind Dredge a large twelve meter freaking dragon stood above his throne and eyed Cryax as well, licking it's black muzzle in hunger.

"We are going to play a little game, it's called give Lord Dredge what he wants or he makes Cryax kill the children one at a time with a knife." He smiled beneath his helmet and gave a wave to a Graug that tossed a crooked and jagged knife towards his feet, the blade skittering on the ground until it reached the Chiss' feet. "Personally it's one of my favorite games." Dredge crossed his legs and gave a soft chuckle. The dragon above dredge pushed it's head down next to dredge and he gave it a small pet. "So let's start with my first command. Kneel and say as you command lord Dredge." Dredge looked down at the chiss and continued to pet the dragon letting his silence emphasize the point he was getting across

 

[Cryax Bane]

As Cryax entered the large chamber, the freaky sight of the little children all lined up among such monsters made him queasy, and the Chiss had to stop momentarily to keep from retching. Before he could move again, one of the Graug roughly shoved him forwards and he tripped and fell, elliciting cruel snickering from the audience of Vong and Graug. Back on his feet he stood before the demon leader, staring him square in his beady red eyes. Cryax flinched as he was addressed as a slave. And even worse he had a hungry dragon salivating over him like he was a delicious blue treat. Things couldn't get much worse than this, but he had a feeling they were about to.

When the knife skittered on the ground towards his feet, the Chiss looked at for a few seconds and then back up at the demon. Then he roughly jabbed his finger in Dredge's direction, raising his chin in defiance. "If you think for one karking minute that I'm going to kill younglings, you're as stupid as you are ugly." Cryax finally said, his voice echoing through the chamber, an edge of shakiness to it. Before the demon could protest, in the calmest tone he could muster added, "But your first request I can abide." If it was a choice between killing a child and grovelling, the Chiss would gladly grovel.

Slowly Cryax dropped down to the floor on his knees and in a slightly sarcastic tone, his eyes downcast, said, "As you command Lord Dredge."

[member="Dredge"]

 

[Dredge]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

Dredge tilted his head back and laughed at the Chiss' words. He thought they were cute, "Oh you are a funny one. Whip him." The Graug behind Cryax gave a low snorts of laughter as he reached to his side to pull out a long black flogger where the tips had been replaced with small silver blades. "Resist and I execute one." The Graug roared and lifted his arm back to send the bladed whip towards Cryax's back multiple times. Over and over until Dredge lifted his hand in a commanding gesture for him to stop. The Graug however took one more pot shot and laughed a bit.

Dredge gave a moment to pause before he spoke again. "Now say Thank you Lord Dredge, and stand." The demon that was Dredge laughed a bit more along with the other Vong and Graug in the room. He was toying with him, playing a game for their own sick entertainment. "Here's what's going to happen Slave, you are going to tell me where the ravens keep their nuclear warheads, you are going to tell me the addresses and names of all your little friends. You are going to give me access codes, to planetary shields, you are going to be my slave and there is nothing you can do about it. So let's start with names. Give me the names and addresses of your two little friends you woke up with. And you are going to tell me about their families or else I'm going to make you kill a child today." Dredge finished his demands and gave one last comment "I was being merciful before but do not test me, slave!" He said putting emphasis on the word slave. Soon after he tapped his foot waiting for a reply.

The monster Dredge could do this all day, in fact he rather enjoyed watching the chiss hurt. He was going to break Cryax, melt him down until he was just another obedient little slave. He had so much more in store for the crime boss and the fun was only beginning. He had yet to be put to the cross and left for days, he had yet to have his toes removed before bring forced to run a race with other slaves, he had yet to endure each and every nightmare a Yammosk would put him through as he slept. There was so much more

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax didn't cry out as the first lash of the bladed whip seared across his back, shredding his t-shirt into ribbons, rivulets of blood soaking the fabric. But after several more excruciating floggings, the Chiss was screaming bloody murder. Once the anguish was finished, on his knees he stayed, head down, blue-black hair hanging in his face. Completely still. The only movements were his chest rising and falling with each labored breath and his blood slowly dripping onto the floor. Very quietly, his voice cracking in a whisper, Cryax croaked, "Thank you, Lord Dredge," then lifting himself one leg at a time, obediently stood for the demon.

There were quite a few things that Cryax would do to save his own skin, but one thing he couldn't abide was betrayal of the Red Ravens. His unwavering loyalty to the organization was one of the reasons he'd been tapped to lead the syndicate in the first place. Even as he was tortured in a Black Suns prison, he hadn't given up any Raven intel so he wasn't about to start now. He could give Dredge fake information, and it would inevitably be a matter of time before the demon found out and whipped him again. So that wasn't exactly an option. In spite of himself, he laid into Dredge.

Glowing red eyes filled with rage Cryax hissed, his voice dripping with hatred. "Even if I had all that information, I wouldn't give it to you. But it turns out I don't have it. I don't deal with logistics of the organization, you idiot. You're out of luck there, Dredgie."

[member="Dredge"]

 

[Dredge]

Dredge simply smiled and uncrossed his legs, he chuckled softly and gave the dragon another pet on the muzzle. This slave had a lot of bite to him, but he was about to learn that Dredge didn't care, he didn't care if he had the information or not. He didn't care if he even knew the answer to a question, he was going to just enjoy the little things. Like forcing Cryax to kill someone. "Very well then slave, it's a shame you don't know. Would of saved that child's life you just took." I a few seconds the Graug behind Cryax grabbed him by his side then wrapped him in a bear hug. "Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit." The Graug whispered before running it's vile tongue across the Chiss' face.

Shimmying one arm out the Graug got it free and soon another Graug held the presidents arm out straight and extended. A Yuuzhan Vong came forward picked the knife up from the ground and slapped the knife into his hand wrapping his fists around it to hold the knife in place. He have him a sick little smile and whispered "Bad choice, slave. Maybe next time." A small cry went out from the line of children and a small Utapouan boy was pulled from the line and brought forward by a large and tatted up Graug. The small boy shrieked as his legs kicked back and forth in air in a useless struggle. The Graug lifted the child up into the air until his heart was pressed to the tip of the blade. The tattooed Graug smiled at Cryax then looked back to Dredge for approval

Dredge spoke and sighed happily before doing so "The more you stalk me the more die at your hands. So is there anything you want to say?" His demonic voice rang out from his throne and he was not going to be kept waiting without a body count beginning. He desperately wanted to have Cryax mouth off again, he wanted an excuse to kill more. The child kept thrashing his legs in a useless effort as he stared at Cryax. "Please! Please don't kill me! I just want to go home! Please don't kill!" The kid begged to Cryax as tears rolled down his face

[member="Cryax Bane"]