Xenro
Nox Aeternum.
Location: Jedi Enclave
Allies: [member="Ashmedai"] | [member="The Harbinger"]
Enemies: Jedi at large.
([member="Dune Rhur"] )The wonderful thing about Sith Alchemy is that it takes things that are totally normal (or in the case of the Ebolva Virus, totally not normal) and makes them much worse. While the symptoms of hemorrhagic fever were slight at first, they exacerbated at an exponential rate within hours, rather than weeks. More than that, it was bolstered with dark energies that rooted deep in the victim and made it nearly impossible to simply cure without an experienced force healer, and most likely an exorcism.
Well, Force Light might work in a pinch.
Still, Xenro was hardly about to infect men with a normal virus. He had, of course, in the initial stages. It was necessary to study the effects in order to learn how to best enhance them, and how to effectively unleash them on a group outside the control. It took time for him to maintain a control group that did not die off hastily, but it had been done. The Cowboys from Hell, as they called themselves, were a radical bunch of acolytes with a penchant for doing terrible things and allowing terrible things to be done to them in turn. They were the perfect subjects for a field test.
Xenro noted that several had died quickly, which was to be expected in combat. Their bodies were substantially weakened by the potent virus. As this was still a dry test run, he had low hopes for success, but it wasn't enough to simply try to will the effects away with the Force. No, there would be a quarantine period, necessary efforts taken to minimize casualties- anything less would result in catastrophic losses for the Jedi.
He stood not far from where Ashmodai delivered his surrender and glanced from beneath his hood up toward the other Sith. Whatever he was plotting, it caused only a moment of contemplation. There was more to this than one or two terrorist attacks. Already they had drawn the attention of the Jedi, and they had wreaked an immense amount of havoc. The day was still far from over.
Still, Xenro was still observing. He had yet to engage with anyone, and his data was still incomplete.
Location: Mebu
Enemies: [member="Gray Raxis"]
The Sithspawn glared down through emptied eye sockets at the strange man who defied it, no notions of combat in its thoughts. It was a matter of feeding, and this enemy was nothing more than a potential meal. The food chain as it related to creatures made by the toils of Sith was a simplistic one, and beings of sentient intelligence were beneath them. Always, and without fail.
That did not stop the nature of this Sithspawn from being wholly different from the sort that rampaged and tore apart buildings that stood in its path. No, a thrall of Darth Xenro was far more interested in toying with its victims before it engulfed them. It skittered down from its perch in a serpentine manner, ribcage moving like little legs as it made its way down to the city streets. It delighted in the few corpses that lined its path, spines of calcified, blackened bone digging into their flesh and driving strange oily secretions into their halted bloodstream.
Their bodies shivered and shook as the viscous fluid flowed through them and moans escaped each gaping maw. Their eyes rolled back as they rose, whited out chunks of sightless orb driven forward by a will not their own. The corpses outstretched their arms as one, a chorus of undeath flowing forth from them.
Xenro's Sithspawn skittered along the streets like a man possessed, intent not to fight its own battle, but to wear the enemy to exhaustion with a horde of mindless monstrosities. Some wore the masks of people Gray once hoped to save, others the visages of small children. Several of the commandos Kenney once led to battle rose as well, still fully armored, but bereft of their firearms. The breaking of Deneba was a wholly different kind of evil.
The sort of evil that doesn't relent.
Allies: [member="Ashmedai"] | [member="The Harbinger"]
Enemies: Jedi at large.
([member="Dune Rhur"] )The wonderful thing about Sith Alchemy is that it takes things that are totally normal (or in the case of the Ebolva Virus, totally not normal) and makes them much worse. While the symptoms of hemorrhagic fever were slight at first, they exacerbated at an exponential rate within hours, rather than weeks. More than that, it was bolstered with dark energies that rooted deep in the victim and made it nearly impossible to simply cure without an experienced force healer, and most likely an exorcism.
Well, Force Light might work in a pinch.
Still, Xenro was hardly about to infect men with a normal virus. He had, of course, in the initial stages. It was necessary to study the effects in order to learn how to best enhance them, and how to effectively unleash them on a group outside the control. It took time for him to maintain a control group that did not die off hastily, but it had been done. The Cowboys from Hell, as they called themselves, were a radical bunch of acolytes with a penchant for doing terrible things and allowing terrible things to be done to them in turn. They were the perfect subjects for a field test.
Xenro noted that several had died quickly, which was to be expected in combat. Their bodies were substantially weakened by the potent virus. As this was still a dry test run, he had low hopes for success, but it wasn't enough to simply try to will the effects away with the Force. No, there would be a quarantine period, necessary efforts taken to minimize casualties- anything less would result in catastrophic losses for the Jedi.
He stood not far from where Ashmodai delivered his surrender and glanced from beneath his hood up toward the other Sith. Whatever he was plotting, it caused only a moment of contemplation. There was more to this than one or two terrorist attacks. Already they had drawn the attention of the Jedi, and they had wreaked an immense amount of havoc. The day was still far from over.
Still, Xenro was still observing. He had yet to engage with anyone, and his data was still incomplete.
Location: Mebu
Enemies: [member="Gray Raxis"]
The Sithspawn glared down through emptied eye sockets at the strange man who defied it, no notions of combat in its thoughts. It was a matter of feeding, and this enemy was nothing more than a potential meal. The food chain as it related to creatures made by the toils of Sith was a simplistic one, and beings of sentient intelligence were beneath them. Always, and without fail.
That did not stop the nature of this Sithspawn from being wholly different from the sort that rampaged and tore apart buildings that stood in its path. No, a thrall of Darth Xenro was far more interested in toying with its victims before it engulfed them. It skittered down from its perch in a serpentine manner, ribcage moving like little legs as it made its way down to the city streets. It delighted in the few corpses that lined its path, spines of calcified, blackened bone digging into their flesh and driving strange oily secretions into their halted bloodstream.
Their bodies shivered and shook as the viscous fluid flowed through them and moans escaped each gaping maw. Their eyes rolled back as they rose, whited out chunks of sightless orb driven forward by a will not their own. The corpses outstretched their arms as one, a chorus of undeath flowing forth from them.
Xenro's Sithspawn skittered along the streets like a man possessed, intent not to fight its own battle, but to wear the enemy to exhaustion with a horde of mindless monstrosities. Some wore the masks of people Gray once hoped to save, others the visages of small children. Several of the commandos Kenney once led to battle rose as well, still fully armored, but bereft of their firearms. The breaking of Deneba was a wholly different kind of evil.
The sort of evil that doesn't relent.
