Private Retribution

[Loske Treicolt]

.............................CONTINUUM OF FELUCIA
WOLFPACK | GHOST VIPERS
FELUCIA | KWAY TEOW OFFENSIVE | HOJO BASE
ARMOUR | LIGHTSABER
WHEN THE LEVEE BREAKS
Maynard Treicolt // Eldaah Aderyn

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<"I'm not giving them anything...">

<"I'm gonna take it all away.">

<"Anything her and these depraved Sith find precious, I'm going to make burn, I'm going to make them suffer. If they want to take my men, the people who trusted their lives to me and butcher them like animals for everyone to see...then justice will make its due.">

After the strong conviction of retribution he’d laid out for the defense of his men, the murmured, almost muted yeah in response to her plea didn’t give her much confidence. But she’d promised before not to stand in his way when he was focused on doing what needed to be done. And tonight, protecting those that were important to him needed to be done. He needed to prove this wasn’t a Jedi goose chase.

And in that infallible proof, the Sith captain never stood a chance. Once the escort was downed, everything else took on an accelerated sort of speed.

Touching down the bottom of the turbolift shaft, a sense of distant familiarity crept in to assuage its way into her psyche. Eldaah continued to stack her insults at the Treicolts. First, the manipulative ploy. Second, the slaughter of good men. Third, the uncannily contemptuous location she’d drawn the pair to.

“Oh good, this is a lab..” Loske murmured, mostly to herself while Maynard led the charge to claim Eldaah’s head. An existential sort of dread lingered about and she forced her focus forward doing her best not to assess the structure and what they were working on inside. It’s concept wasn’t too unlike her origin on Kiffu. Just increasingly creepier and significantly more organic in design.

She took a deep breath –– the cold air tasted like metal shavings and the sterile, out-of-the-box smell of long-chain polymers –– and let it out.

“I hate this.” She whispered again to herself, as if admitting all her reservations would inevitably steel her nerves. It helped a little.

They were moving too quickly through the scientific hell to appreciate details, but even glimpses of bioengineering made Loske’s skin crawl. Espies of strangely glowing water basins and containers were enough to roll chills down her spine. Tubes with anamorphic shapes shadowed within, low moans and groans of experimental expression -– muted and drowned out by the liquid they were contained in. Wall-sized cylinders filled with sorts of clear, bubbling gel. Suspended inside were dozens of oddly shaped organisms, with wires and tubes running from them to a bank of humming equipment stacked nearby. The entire perimeter was outfitted like this. Many of the shapes contained looked like an unlikely hybrid of flowers, fruit peels, and embryonic winged creatures. At the speed they were running, Loske couldn’t recognize any from the index Frank had warned them about a month ago before they touched on Felucia. Nor did she care to find out.

She wanted to smash them all. Tear everything in here apart before it manifested or got the chance to grow. In her frenzied observation, she made a careful note not to touch anything with her bare hands, lest it trigger another reaction similar to Dantooine’s immersive experience. Except this time, she feared, it might be more personal. A pool of memories she didn’t want to dive back into. Not here, not now, not ever again.

Fwwoooming to life, her golden blade arced out from her grip in a horizontal spiral that cored through the grotesquely immoral display lining the walls. Aqua ichor deluged from the fractured glass, breaking through and spilling out to the ground. The stacks of technology that her blade cut through sparked and sizzled in protest before flickering out of electric life.
“I hate this so much.”

<"Your ride's over, Sith.">

Well-timed, her hilt snapped back to her palm at the end of the hallway and she skidded to a stop alongside Maynard. Destruction of the experiments seeped out behind them, one side of the laboratory sputtering out incapacitated.

Further conversation wasn’t necessary. Maynard was right, they didn’t have time for this. While they were here, their men, his men, were claiming the capital and facing whatever horrors existed alone. The Sith had been trying to exert control this entire time. If Loske wanted to hold up her end of the bargain, she’d have to aid in taking the reins and put the Sith on the backfoot. Which meant...attacking first. Her free hand pulled a telekinetic surge of the spilled liquid behind her, intermingled with tendrils of wires and electricity and forced it to splash forward into the chamber the Sith resided. The benefit, she thought, to not using Force-born lightning meant the likelihood of it being dissuaded by an equal Force technique was less likely. She’d learned that trick from Alekto.

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[Eldaah Aderyn]

There was something to be said about lack of curiosity in some cases, and unfortunately, she was disappointed that the two Jedi hadn't even stopped to examine their work. It was a purely professional disappointment, much as any craftswoman or scientist took pride in their work and was letdown when no one else either cared or paid enough attention. But then, as her Master whispered in her mind, she would have come to expect that from the New Jedi Order. Everything had to be black and white, good and evil, Jedi and Sith, and all as they had been. There was no room for adaptation, for evolution, for another way of thinking.

Regrettable, but oh well.

In her helmet, she kept an eye on the Jedi as they entered the lab and dispatched their escort quickly. That was regrettable too, but it was definitely an indicator of the state of mind both Jedi were in. Not that she needed it. Her Master was augmenting her senses in the Force and she could clearly feel them in the Force. They were doing nothing to hide themselves. All anger and hate and... yes, her Master was right as she usually was. Maynard was hot, bent on revenge for his slaughtered men, desiring to burn everything that was Sith to ash. Silly Jedi, to burn the Sith would require purging the Jedi as well. The two were linked in a neverending cycle, and all it ever took was one Jedi to fall into darkness to start the whole schism again. History had shown that all too well.

Loske was different, and much more interesting. She was cold, but there was something unsettled there. A general aversion, but she couldn't tell what even with her Master's assistance. She would need to invade the woman's mind to know, and that wasn't necessary for her task. For now, she felt her Master's presence retreat to a distant part of her mind to remain undetected for the time being. They were near.

She didn't turn around, she didn't need to. The snap-hiss of a lightsaber igniting and Maynard's challenge were caught by the auditory filters of her helmet. Loske on the other hand... a surge of liquid, wires, and electricity were coming towards her. No words, nothing, but all showing that immediately the Jedi were the aggressor in this contest, and Eldaah the defender. Although one could argue her slaughtering the men was assuming the mantle of aggressor, but then again the Alliance had invaded after all. All cyclical, and not important now.

She leapt out of the path of the incoming liquid, watching it splash and shock against another pod, likely killing the creature within. But it was not the main pod, the one that was only a moment and code away from being unleashed to test the Jedi more than they ever had been yet. One blade of her lightsaber ignited as she landed, coming up into a guard position. Keep her capabilities hidden, as her Master had taught. Know your enemy, study them... and she was exceptional at that... just as Darth Arcanix had taught her.

"Welcome, Maynard and Loske," she said, voice modulated by her helmet but distinct.

Lightsaber Armor
Maynard Treicolt Loske Treicolt​

 

[Maynard Treicolt]

T H E _ W O L F
THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE
104th MARINE BATTALION 'WOLFPACK'
Armor [ 104th Skin ] | Concord Brawn | Lightsaber

DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS...
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Aggressor, defender. None of it mattered. Maynard was here to kill. He was immediate on his approach, a frantic imposing pace that was somehow restrained to a walk of his boots along the metallic flooring beneath, reeling his arm holding the cobalt saber back, it flung it out by will of The Force toward Eldaah, willing the blade to swing toward her center mass before he'd wrench it back into his grip again.

In those fleeting moments while the blade was suspended in the air, his left arm swung out, aiming the vambrace fixed to his wrist toward the Sith and firing out a grappling cable toward her middle leg, to wrap the lightsaber resistant line around her legs in the hopes of restraining her step and knocking her from her feet.

<"I couldn't give a damn about your head, I'm here to put you and your wretched hive down and out. You'll be Queen of the ashes by the time I'm done with this place."> Once more, he repeated the threatening mantra toward the Sith as his hand clasped ahold of the hilt of his lightsaber again.

<"Your ride's over...">

WOLF PACK
Loske Treicolt

SITH ETERNAL
Eldaah Aderyn ​

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Her second blade ignited to parry away the azure blade of Maynard, Eldaah twirling it in a defensive screen in front of her that sent his ensnaring line wide. She had not wanted to reveal the double-bladed nature of her weapon early, but clearly she would need to more on her toes. Her Master wouldn't begrudge her in activating the experiment early for some backup. Plus, it was the whole reason for bringing the Jedi here; test and evaluate its strengths and weaknesses.

"I'm no queen, merely a bishop at best on the chessboard that is the galaxy," she remarked, backing up to the release console for the pod behind her. "But such vitriol, General. You have no one to blame but yourself for this entire situation. You chose to lead the Alliance assault on Felucia, you chose to disregard my initial invitation, you chose a meaningless city over your men.

"But that was never your test."

Her free hand reached behind her, pressing the button sequence. Alarms started blaring, a mechanical voice warning that specimen containment was overridden, release imminent.

"It's not quite finished yet, but it will do for now."

The pod burst open in a hiss of steam, and within that obscuring cloud, something moved. Tentacles surged out and the newly hatched creature roared, its dark presence swamping the lab in malice. Intelligent eyes in a skull like face looked down at the Jedi, a surging mass of muscle, sinew, and sheer wrongness sliding out of the pod's remains.

"Meet Experiment HX7, codenamed SYMBIOTE"
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Spoiler

GENERAL INFORMATION

• Name: Experiment HX7 "SYMBIOTE"
• Designation: Sentient
• Origins: Felucia
• Average Lifespan: ???
• Estimated Population: Unique

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

• Breathes: Type I
• Average Height of Adults: 6 meters
• Average Length of Adults: N/A
• Skin color: Purple and blue
• Hair color: No hair
• Force Sensitivity: All (Only one)

Strengths:

• Due to its genetic heritage, it is immensely powerful in the dark side of the Force and knows the following powers instinctively:
  • Teleportation
  • Force Illusion
  • Force Fear
  • Force Slow
  • Force Suppression
  • Telekinesis (Force Crush)
• Specimen is able to rapidly regenerate wounds, even what could be crippling injuries, it sustains as long as it has access to the Force.
• Tentacles of the specimen are strong like a constrictor, the more one struggles when contained within them, the harder they constrict.
• The most insidious ability of the creature is it can infect other beings with its cells, either through a black goo it exudes or a gray like powder it can spray like a gas attack. Once the cells enter the body, either through inhalation, injection, skin contact, or otherwise, they will begin rewriting and bonding with their host, altering and mutating them in ways even Eldaah and her Master can't predict.

Weaknesses:

• The creature is not resistant to blasters, slugthrowers, lightsabers and so on due to it being freshly hatched from its breeding pod. It relies solely on its regeneration ability and its powers to protect itself. Removing its head will, of course, kill it no matter its regeneration abilities.
• Force Light and other direct applications of the light side can harm it, and wounds inflicted this way take longer to heal.
• The cells infecting a body, if detected soon enough, can be hindered by bathing in the energies of a light side nexus and slowly drawn out of the victim by a highly trained healer. The mutations done could possibly be reversed, depending on what they are.

CULTURE

• Diet: ???
• Communication: Speaks Basic through telepathy, roars and shrieks
• Technology level: ???
• Religion/Beliefs: ???
• General behavior: ???

HISTORICAL INFORMATION
To be revealed

 

[Loske Treicolt]

<You'll be Queen of the ashes by the time I'm done with this place.">

The destruction of the Sith was one thing she could get on board with, and she'd buckle right in with full alignment for destroying anything so immoral as a bioengineering laboratory focused on creating evil little creatures. Too close to home.

For each attack, Eldaah had a response; a dodge left and screen of high-velocity red. AS she deflected and monologued, the pit in Loske’s stomach grew heavier.

<Seriously?> The groan that emerged from the back of her throat couldn’t be helped. A test? This was so karked.

Distant, fragmented memories of patterns that shared similarities to the nodes of this story blossomed in the corners of her mind. Loske, the would-be clone, was no stranger to combat-based evaluations in a research facility. Or the automated klaxons when something was going wrong in a contained environment.

Any advantages to be won from familiarity were instantly subdued with the emergence of the grandeur, Frankenstein foe. Loske knew she should have lunged into the attack the moment there was a pause, but something paralyzed her. Awe, maybe. Or that mental block that happens when a trainwreck occurs and you can’t look away.

The creature that emerged through the steam demanded attention. It was massive, like three Tathra Khaeus’ stacked on top of each other with hideous, slimy, oversized outgrowths extending from its core. At least with the Draelvesir, it was clear to see where they started and ended –– this thing looked almost eternally huge. When Loske tilted her head to look up at it, it peered back knowingly. Darkness seeped from its pores, oozing into the atmosphere and drawing from the general corruption of the planet.

<This just keeps getting better and better.>

"Meet Experiment HX7, codenamed SYMBIOTE"

<We're not here for meet and greets –– we're here to stop that swarm you unleashed.>
Loske’s hilt rolled against her palm, massaging the tips of her fingers against its grip to mentally hone in on the two issues in front of them. Didn't matter if they weren't keen on salutations to the creature, it seemed enthralled with them. Obsessively.

Two problems, two solutions.

<King takes bishop?> Loske suggested to her husband, never veering her focus from the experiment. Was this the first of many? Or had it been created just for this test the woman seemed so fascinated with? And what would happen if they passed or failed? Neither Treicolt had any intention of serving as entertainment, nor an observation-worth spectacle for the agent of darkness.

<Queen takes...> There was no relevant comparison she could easily make to a Dejarik character that matched the creature looming ahead of them. At least the mutant that permeated evil would be put out of its misery soon enough. <That thing. I’ll take that thing.>

Her suggestion was problematic at best–– Revenge was a dangerous path, but Maynard deserved the opportunity for retribution and all Eldaah seemed intent on making them suffer.

The negotiations on focus were short, and before the creature could strike out first, Loske took an assumptive lunge forward –– seeking to move before those tentacles made use of themselves. Its base was the girthiest thing about it, and worth testing out. It was expectantly responsive, and a tentacle seemed to reach out for her as she surged forward. Equally reactive, Loske dodged and picked up speed. While she closed out the distance, golden tendrils danced along her fingertips at the initial conjuring, before she forced her free hand forward for a tunnel of electricity to cackle around the base of the creature. At the same time, pop shoving her foot into the ground to activate the repulsor lifts in the base of her boots to give her more height and at a more advantageous level for taking a cut at the base of those writhing extensions.

 

[Maynard Treicolt]

T H E _ W O L F
THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE
104th MARINE BATTALION 'WOLFPACK'
Armor [ 104th Skin ] | Concord Brawn | Lightsaber

TIME TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT
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He never understood it. The compulsion of the Jedi to try and 'redeem' these Sith. Afterall, they loved to talk. And every word they said drove them farther and farther from any fate that left their heart beating. Eldaah kept up her best attempt at pressing Maynard farther and farther into the darkest recesses of his mind.

For better or worse, his hatred helped him keep the course. Nothing else could bring justice and make good on anything this vile creature had inflicted on him thus far. The Wolves wanted blood and he'd deliver the pack her bloodied head at the end of his saber. Whatever it took.

At the grand unveil, Maynard could only reveal one thought audibly and aloud to the other two.

<"Huh..."> Wasn't much else to do but stop it, no need to shrivel in fear. It was an uncomfortable sight, that was for certain. But once more, only way to make it anything resembling a tolerable vision was to bathe it in flame.

<"Give it a hell...make sure there's something left for me."> Maynard states in reply to Loske before he lashes toward Eldaah once more, cutting the blade down with one hand, the cobalt saber angled toward her chest as his other wrist lifted up to fire a pulse of the flamethrower mounted to the vambrace secured to his armor.

He blotted out that unspeakable horror from his periphery, defeating and killing the Sith before him was his sole aim.

WOLF PACK
Loske Treicolt

SITH ETERNAL
Eldaah Aderyn ​

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Loske Treicolt Maynard Treicolt

Dividing up who they went after meant that SYMBIOTE would oblige and focus its efforts to end Loske. Its mind had not fully formed yet, its sentience still evolving, but it knew enough to know this woman was a threat to its existence. In instinct, but recognizing slowly that it actually controlled and could draw on the power of darkness at will, it unleashed its aura upon the woman, attempting to smother her connection to the Force through Suppression while reaching out with its tentacles to strike the Jedi.

While SYMBIOTE engaged the female, Eldaah was fully pressed by the enraged Maynard. Talk had stopped as she was engaged herself again. A lightsaber blow to her chest, red blade meeting cobalt to deflect it away... and then the flames engulfed her. The heat was intense, she could feel herself starting to cook in the armor and that would severely displease her Master.

From her free hand, rising through the flames, a bolt of Force Lightning would erupt from splayed fingers. Not to connect with the man fully, but more aiming to strike his flamethrower and ignite it. If nothing else, it would force him to cut it away and she wouldn't be in danger of roasting.