N.O Mercy [New Order Dominion of Telos IV]

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Zaren Bouqi"]


As the beast spoke, the Jedi smiled. As the blood ran through his shattered teeth and flowed from his torn tongue, he simply grinned in defiance. This made Vulcanus fill to the brim with anger, his eyes burning infernos through the man's skull as he reached out and grabbed the Knight by the crown of his head. He had seen this before. Jedi and even non-force users would seem to drift away inside their own minds during torture as if trying to pretend that the world they truly were living in didn't exist. Well there were ways around such weak attempts at ignoring pain and Vulcanus was about to demonstrate that.


"Your words are nothing to me, lesser. I am above the insults of mere mortals, soon I will have achieved my place among the gods and you will still be weak." looking deep into the man's eyes, the beast snarled "Weak and thinking of what? Your family? Your friends? Your weak masters and falling temples?" with those words spoken, the Dark Lord began to break his way into the Knights mind. He had learned drain knowledge so that he could learn the tongue of lesser species, like the language they called basic. Since then, he had grown in its ability and could now use it to penetrate the minds of weaker subjects and pull away memories and thoughts.


Assuming that the technique worked, Vulcanus would begin to see the memories that Zaren had been thinking of and at the same time the Knight would receive image from the Dark Lord. Unlike Vulcanus, who would see the happiness and joy that was Zaren's childhood, the Knight would only see a lifetime of Darkness. Vulcanus was born during a harsh rain on Gratos, lightening cracked the sky and his screams echoed down the cold stone walls of the Graug building. He was born misshapen, his left eye deformed and his body the naturally ugly shape of all Graug.


From the moment he was born, darkness corrupted his soul and the warlike ways of the Graug species had been his life. At the age of six, he was lashed and beaten so badly by his older brother that he nearly died and he was not taken to doctor. No, he was left to rot in a mud filed pit in the jungles of Gratos where the rain poured down on his naked body and he bled from what seemed to be every hole he had. For what was he beaten? He had failed to bring back an animal of big enough size and thus displeased his brother and mother. Then, at the age of twelve, he was forced to throw his baby sister from a cliff because she was born with a genetic defect that made her bones shatter easily and thus was not fit for the life of a Graug.


At thirteen he was leading bands of Graug warriors to another planet in their same solar system to go on hunts of another Graug clan. The clan they hunted had been left their centuries ago for losing a war and had been reduced to a civilization that had barely created the wheel, so the hunts turned into full on genocide easily. For a full lifetime, nothing but darkness and hate and the cold embrace of a swamp world that wished to tear its inhabitants apart. A life of so much darkness and despair that most mortals couldn't handle its experience all in one devastating shot like this.


The effects on the Jedi would be horrible, no doubt, but Vulcanus would be unharmed and simply walk away with a little more knowledge on his new enemy.

 

[Darth Ayra]

With the Telos IV dominion finished with, Darth Ayra returned to the Niathal, departing the planet and heading out into space. Checking the readings on her dashboard, the Sith Lord had the navicomputer generate the coordinates to Coruscant and executed the hyperspace engines when they were ready.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Enigma"]

Ferus wouldn't answer. Rather, he let her slink away. There was a new concept to study. The Zabrak had never been very open about his studies, about what he did in his spare time, but this. This was too much to let go. Without a word he went to his own ship, knowing very well that Circe would have sent the Technobeast to his own lab. The walk through the ship only proved too slow for him. He was excited, thrilled at the concept of finally finding something new to learn.



Once he finally made it to his ship, he called out to his droid, who in response punched in the coordinators to the Darth's personal lab. Bosph. While the trip was uneventful after the domination of Telos, the thought on what the Technobeast itself would look like ran through his head. Normally he would simply go into himself, meditate to pass the time. But this was a different circumstance. No, he would remain awake, ever waiting to finally see the beast for himself.


What would seem like hours to the Zabrak passed by in only minutes in reality. His ship was fast, and the distance between the two planets small. The decent to the planets surface was painstakingly long, putting the Zabrak on edge every single second. He was too impatient. He moved his way to the cockpit, watching the spaceport itself come into view.

It was then that the ship landed, finally touched down on the earth of Boshp. Ferus, mad with impatience, burst from his ship and ran. His laboratory was close, close enough to walk, but he ran. Darth Ferus was impatient, too impatient for his own good. But this wasn't something that came along every day.

Across the remains of the grassy plains he went, his dark form a blur as he burst forward, pushing his limits of Force Speed to get to his work. Finally, the building came into sight. The tall vastness that was his lab was the remnants of a Sith Stronghold, converted to his standard, and his home. He stepped through the doorway silently, finally having made it.

And there it was. The droid flesh hybrid. Ferus walked close to the tank that held abomination, taking all of it's parts in. What ever it was seemed to have been four legged, possibly a dog or cat lifeforms, but it was so heavily altered it was almost impossible to tell. Teeth, still from the original species, stuck out among the skin of steel and gears.

Ferus reached out, setting a hand onto the side of the tank itself. In wonder he watched the preserved specimen float aimlessly. The man, usually quiet, spoke up finally, his voice just a whisper.

"Prep the table."

Ferus was never alone in his lab. He always had assistants, always had extra hands. The two helpers, smaller human, a male and a female, nodded once to the Lord, busily moving over to the operating table. Beneath their white cloaks they works, clearing a space carefully. What was on it to begin with wouldn't be best spilled.

"It is ready, my lord."

The male spoke up first, bowing a head to his lord and master. Quiet again, he would use the hand pressed to the glass to lift the creature from it's tomb. Quickly and quietly he would move the body, letting the preserved body float across, to land on the table nearby.

His assistants went to work instantly, carefully dissecting and opening the body. They took samples of everything, from blood to skin, metal to flesh. Once they were done, the body was set out perfectly. All of the organs, fused with machine just like the outside, was bare. Visible to the Sith Lord.

Ferus moved in then, lightly brushing his hand over all of the machine. Not to physically feel it, but reach in. Feel the Force. He focused on all of it, digging to learn the forms secrets. How the machine was bonded to flesh so effectively. It was through his understanding of Art of the Small that assisted him that he saw it.

The deep bond between machine and flesh.

With a grin he would continue to look over it's form, studying the heart, the liver, lungs, brain. All the organs he could to figure out how exactly the beast would survive so long. It would take time, so much time, before he would be able to fully understand it, and even longer to recreate it. But he finally had his means to an end.

But it was over the claws that he saw it. The techno virus. Nothing could escape his gaze, but the virus almost did. It was inactive, essentially sleeping, and there was no means to reactivate it. Yet. Quickly he took the samples necessary, sealing away the vials of the virus in many separate containers. He didn't want to loose it after all. And it may actually be worth something to someone.

He continued to study the body then, looking over all of it before simply shaking his head. This was enough for one day. No matter how excited he may be, he did need to sleep. Silently he lifted the form once again, setting it down inside of it's tank. His assistants instantly began to fix up the area he left in such disarray.

The Zabrak moved out of the main laboratory room, carrying in his hand a single sample of the dormant techno virus. As he walked he stared at it, studying the virus on a molecular level, always grinning. This was only a part of what he wanted, but it was a large enough peace to matter. Now, he left to sleep, locking himself away with his vial of the deadly virus. Still watching the vial, he would lay down on his bed, holding the vial itself aloft in the air. But, he would eventually set it down, knowing that he did have to sleep. There would be much more to study in the morning.