Thraxis
The Damn-Forged
He had relaxed in his chair, his eyes flaring with fury. Not because someone had threatened Kay. No, he had a flare of rage that was wholly his own, one that only a man dedicated to the finesse of torture could find solace in. A creature, some Hutt had dared to try a gambit against Kay, something that Thraxis would never forget. She was his prey, he had spent money building a Hospital for her, let her free for the sole purpose of testing her survival abilities.
But some lowly being had dared to pull himself from his crack in the Galaxy to bare his fangs. His fingers twisted and turned around each digit, he had ordered the Gammoreans remove all prisoners, and get set making a Throne for this man. He will be the king of Excruciating Agony. All Hutts desired that. To be a king and Thraxis had complete intention of giving him just that.
The throne was made of gold and encrusted with diamonds. It cost him upwards of a million credits but no price was too steep for his goals. He had grabbed some tools, if the Hutts weren't so tolerant to physical pain this would be a breeze. But he had to think around the box. Observing the Hutts in the Palace was easy, and noticing the slight secretions they made was helpful. In the end, it would be the own Hutts body that would be his undoing.
After days of preparations he had it all set up. He had moved the gargantuan throne onto one of his Ships, grabbed his Gas Mask and took with him the Equipment and a few Gammoreans who had grown a bit rusty. He sat in his own quarters the entire flight, staring deep into a mirror with rage engulfing his eyes. It almost bridled the rage he felt on Zeltros, but if that had occurred. There would be no doubt a massacre on the ship would occur.
After days more, he arrived above Socreas, his ship silently whsipersing as he looked down on the planet, Justice Shipping's base of operations his eyes filled with malice as he looked down on the Half-Zeltrons base of operations. His voice crumpled as he spat curses towards the planet.
After an eternity of waiting the ship descended, its voice slowly getting louder the more atmosphere engulfed it, until it felt its natural power of a mighty roar, he accessed the Comms to message whoever was in charge of this rally, his mask shadowing his face as his lips split open for the first time, "I have arrived. Where do you want me. I demand a spectacle. An onlooking so all know quite well. Kay is mine." he said with a heavy breath, crumpled and torn as it escaped through the mask. His digits running along his arm as he waited patiently for a response, listening to the Gammoreans in the background whine and moan about having to carry the huge throne.
[member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Stardust"]
[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Arbo The Hutt"]
But some lowly being had dared to pull himself from his crack in the Galaxy to bare his fangs. His fingers twisted and turned around each digit, he had ordered the Gammoreans remove all prisoners, and get set making a Throne for this man. He will be the king of Excruciating Agony. All Hutts desired that. To be a king and Thraxis had complete intention of giving him just that.
The throne was made of gold and encrusted with diamonds. It cost him upwards of a million credits but no price was too steep for his goals. He had grabbed some tools, if the Hutts weren't so tolerant to physical pain this would be a breeze. But he had to think around the box. Observing the Hutts in the Palace was easy, and noticing the slight secretions they made was helpful. In the end, it would be the own Hutts body that would be his undoing.
After days of preparations he had it all set up. He had moved the gargantuan throne onto one of his Ships, grabbed his Gas Mask and took with him the Equipment and a few Gammoreans who had grown a bit rusty. He sat in his own quarters the entire flight, staring deep into a mirror with rage engulfing his eyes. It almost bridled the rage he felt on Zeltros, but if that had occurred. There would be no doubt a massacre on the ship would occur.
After days more, he arrived above Socreas, his ship silently whsipersing as he looked down on the planet, Justice Shipping's base of operations his eyes filled with malice as he looked down on the Half-Zeltrons base of operations. His voice crumpled as he spat curses towards the planet.
After an eternity of waiting the ship descended, its voice slowly getting louder the more atmosphere engulfed it, until it felt its natural power of a mighty roar, he accessed the Comms to message whoever was in charge of this rally, his mask shadowing his face as his lips split open for the first time, "I have arrived. Where do you want me. I demand a spectacle. An onlooking so all know quite well. Kay is mine." he said with a heavy breath, crumpled and torn as it escaped through the mask. His digits running along his arm as he waited patiently for a response, listening to the Gammoreans in the background whine and moan about having to carry the huge throne.
[member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Stardust"]
[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Arbo The Hutt"]
