Tres McCarrion
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"I waited nearly three thousand years for this?"
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Post by Tres McCarrion on Dec 16, 2021 9:47:47 GMT -5
~In the realm of Mortis, but not that long ago~
Tres lurched back into consciousness, the leather satchel had wrapped around his neck. Everything was bright white and misty. As he adjusted his pack, he realized quickly he was falling to his likely demise. As usual. But he wasn't alone, this time. Tres caught the distinct beep in his ear, followed by soft static.
"Tres?" It was a familiar voice that sounded like an old recording.
"Uh... Vic, is that you?"
As he fell, he spotted Persephone, who remained motionless in the air. She whispered as he passed by. "One minute, thirty seconds until impact." She faded away in an air of mystery, leaving Tres with more questions than he liked, but he had no time to ponder why she appeared. Tres flailed his arms and legs. The weaponized bots were not responding. He couldn't feel his natural abilities, either. Tres's mind raced as he tried to have a calm conversation.
"Yes it's me! Welcome back to the land of the living! So, apparently a remote copy of me exists here."
"Where is here?"
"Oh! I suppose that depends on who you ask... you are currently a little under twenty thousand feet above the Planet Korriban, originally known as Pesegam, which is the sole planet in the Horuset system, located in the Outer Rim. Those outside of the Sith call this place Moraband. I can give you a full diagnostic-."
"Hey, hey!!! Vic!!! Could you be a little less specific?" The word 'Sith' struck a chord with him, but he reserved to ask about that later.
She grinned. "Of course! You are currently in the realm of Mortis, in a galaxy far, far away."
He remembered the name from Rift's travel journal. He had been removed from the seventh circle of hell and sent into a different dimension altogether. "Mortis. That's just great... Thanks Mom." he scowled like a teenager.
"If you happened to be curious, I believe I was reactivated by your proximity, so my range is very limited here. I don't seem to be able to communicate with anyone but you currently."
Tres had started spinning in the air. "Hey, Vic, I'd love to catch up, but as you can see... looks like I'm busy dyin'." He was having a hard time focusing as he twisted in the clouds. "What do you think my chances are?"
She appeared, as a static hologram, giving him the thumbs up. "Bad." She was dressed in very strange looking robes. Tres's silvery hair billowed out wildly as he broke through the cloud line. As he stabilized his fall, he could see a fairly mountainous landscape that seemed to be covered in a fine orange dust. He closed his eyes to adjust to the sudden shift, as Victoria watched.
"Well, you can certainly become a greasy spot, I suppose, but if you angle yourself in the right direction, there is a small chance you can land in the man-made lake just beyond that hill slightly... right of the direction you're facing in."
"Shit, really? Would that even work?"
Victoria processed thought in milliseconds, as Tres was fast approaching the ground. "If you hold your body ram-rod straight and go in feet first... or headfirst... protect your face with your hands... and uh... remember to clench."
"Clench?"
"Gluteus muscles. The less said about that the better."
"Oh."
"They say something in this realm...may... the Force be with you?"
"Huh?"
"Nevermind. It means, Good luck, I guess."
"Right." Tres hurtled through the sky, and saw the earth rising, much closer to meet him.
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Tres McCarrion
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"I waited nearly three thousand years for this?"
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Post by Tres McCarrion on Dec 21, 2021 16:40:01 GMT -5
~RECAP POST~
Tres was at the top of the stairs. The gates of Purgatory. He looked down the stairway, and saw the Grand Mortician hanging around near the base.
"Aw.. dammit, really? did I really die this time??" He looked down to see Charion walking up the stairs. She wore a loose white robe, a leather belt and was barefoot. She also seemed to be missing an arm.
"Oh hell no!" Tres muttered. Without much thought, Tres changed his appearance to one of dark robes and rune tattoos. "Of all the dumb fuck - I never thought I'd ever have to 'literally' ask you...where in the nine hells do you think you are going?"
Charion's pupil-less eyes widened. "...always at the last minute...I was just checking out the view here. Tis' quite nice once ye leave the darkness!"
"Ho ho.. real cute. You're not going to make it. If you climb much higher you are gonna destroy us both. So...I can't let you go any further, seeing that I've got too much to do."
"In my body."
"In OUR body. No hard feelings, but at the same time, fucking get over it. I gave you three thousand and twenty-two years, which is pretty solid... but you all had to gang up and destroy my golem form, so I had to do something. Sure, maybe I was wrong before. But it shouldn't matter, as I did what I did, and that is that. It's my fuckin' turn!"
"Alright, ye made ye point, as long as ye take care of it." She blinked. "How are ye even here?"
Tres tried to think of something clever. "Astral projection. Rift taught all three of us, but you didn't practice it. You wanted to do it mother's way, naturally."
Charion touched her own face.
"I had forgotten, I suppose. So... ye should know I had made my mind up already, but seeing ye here... changed it. I think it is more than self-preservation" she almost smirked.
Tres was embarrassed, but didn't show it in his expression. "I mean, what am I supposed to do? I figured while I was in the neighborhood I'd score us all an easy win. I just didn't expect either of us would want to cash out early."
"I donnae suspect ye will understand, but I know ye had tae take measures tae travel in Hell. Where are ye, anyway?"
"In a galaxy far, far away. The Grand Mortician's predecessor ported me to Mortis.. I am to be coronated as the Emperor in a few weeks...right... so needless to say I've been busy, and would like to remain busy without worrying about half of my spiritual self trying to erase my existence."
Charion turned away and began walking back down the lengthy stairs.
"Hey, maybe I can tell you about how I started out on the planet known as Korriban, which was basically a massive crypt! ... There weren't many transport ships riding through at the time... Hey, wait up." he was making things up, trying to distract.
Charion walked ahead of Tres, but he followed her, and spoke of fabrication after fabrication of what he had been doing. It was all lies based on the small bit of intel documentation he had read, provided by Victoria.
"..."
"So there I was, surrounded by this swarm of Galactic Space Republic soldiers or whatever, absorbing plasma shots and ... are you even listening? The good part is coming up!" Charion only half listened, so Tres became more animated with articulating his points with his hands.
They continued several paces further down the stairs.
"..."
Charion was looking a bit sleepy. She humored Tres as he rambled.
"... and that's when I discovered the rule of two! So I says to that rotten old prune... Sheev, sure, let me give it a shot! And wouldn't you know, the guy was ecstatic. He wanted to see what I could do with a sabre of my own... so... I picked up Maul's blade and showed him by taking his head clean off! You shoulda seen the look on his face... classic! So then..." Tres seemed to able to fabricate what he thought a light sword would look like.
"..."
They reached the bottom of the stairwell.
"I got worried when you started pulling away, ...so here I am." Tres actually had no idea he would find his "other" in the underworld.
Charion stretched. She touched the cloak of the Grand Mortician and looked directly at her. She looked at Tres for a few moments and shook her head as she dissipated into a fine mist.
"I will take ye offer. Until we meet again."
They disappeared.
"Uh. Hey. Hey!" Tres's voice trailed off into eternity. "Get back here, Persephone! I want to make a deal!"
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Time did not seem to exist here. It may have been five minutes later, or several hours. Tres walked upon a long path that lead to a crossroads.
The Grand Mortitian appeared. The barren road had lead all the way from the strange staircase. "Did you wish to make a deal?" Her eyes beamed, as making a bargain was the only way she would escape her fate.
Tres was looking quite lethal in his black cloaks. He looked sharp.
"I'm not the devil, and this isn't Georgia, Tres."
"I'm the devil, I thought you knew."
"Well, you are not completely wrong." Persephone smiled under her death mask. He was trying to charm her, but the attempts were odd and awkward. "You wish to exchange favors?"
"Yes. Right to business." He smirked at her, knowing already what he was about to ask. By appearing right before his arrival, she had given him the clue that brought him here. He would get something out of this arrangement, besides a death alarm... The gift had been given already, but he had to ask for it specifically to prevent a paradox.
"What is it you ask?" She believed this would be interesting.
Tres crossed his arms as he chose his words carefully. "You know the very second upon which one dies, correct?"
It was the worst kind of fortune telling, but far more complicated. "Yes. It is always hazy with you immortals, though. I always see multiple deaths due to your nature." She sighed.
"Like when we survive something we shouldn't?"
"Exactly that." She could clearly see he wanted to return to the land of the living.
Tres leaned up against the signpost. It read ~Hell, MI 2 mi~ "For your side of the bargain, any time a McCarrion or a Shadowstar sees death or has a near death experience, you will appear to them several minutes beforehand as an omen, in a location you are easily seen, for as long as you hold your position. The cut off will be 2 millennia."
"And in exchange?"
"You already know."
Persephone's eyes narrowed. "You have to say it, though, its not a deal until that happens."
"I will take your place when the time comes, either upon my soul's separation from this body, or at the 2 thousand year deadline."
"I believe we have a deal." The Grand Mortician's voice had become pleasantly cheerful.
Tres shrugged. He would go through with it. It would be better than roaming this plane for all of eternity. "I might welcome it and volunteer early, who knows?"
"I seriously doubt that." She smiled. Then she snapped her fingers.
Tres blinked, and coughed up bloody water. He was slowly healing, but his spine had been broken. The wind whipped around, and he craned his neck to see a dusty spaceship take off in the distance. A man in a black cloak stood silently in the distance, watching him.
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Tres McCarrion
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"I waited nearly three thousand years for this?"
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Post by Tres McCarrion on Jan 9, 2022 18:13:51 GMT -5
~Year 3,826 B.B.Y. Planet Korriban~
Tres screamed in pain as he twisted his spine back into place with a sickening bone-crunching sound. The heat of the suns had created a haze, and the individual watching him stood and approached cautiously. He could see better now, this was actually a woman wearing a large black cloak. She lowered the hood, revealing short, jet black hair and kneeled down to get a good look.
She lifted her breathing apparatus and studied him carefully. She locked eyes with Tres, and saw they were nearly the same color as hers. She seemed transfixed with him even after he averted his gaze.
Tres didn't seem to want to acknowledge her yet, as he was putting himself back together. He popped his shoulder back into place with a grunt of pain. He began straightening the fingers of his left hand that had been twisted and broken in the fall. Within moments, it seemed as he was healing.
She cackled, and smiled with glee as she witnessed this.
Tres looked back up at her weakly and mumbled. "... Hey. Who the hell are... you?"
She squinted, and then held a small device, speaking into it in a language known as Ziost.
A droid voice crackled back, speaking in Galactic Base, which sounded to Tres like a British accent.
"Yes, I am translating, my lady. Greetings, stranger. On behalf of the Galactic Empire, please state your name and home planet. You are to be processed for the Kessel Spice Mines to serve our glorious Empire. Oh? What's this? One moment please..."
The woman had pressed a button on the communicator, speaking the same language, clearly. "No. I'm keeping this one for me."
The voice crackled once more. "This is highly irregular, Lady Malice. I will have to send a report to command about this-"
Darth Malice grinned wickedly as she outstretched her arms, igniting a red light saber. She pointed it directly at Tres, daring him to move as it hummed and crackled.
"KS1. Protocol Black Oasis. Override Empire bylaws twenty-three through twenty-seven. I'm going to need a pick up, immediately, KS1. I will be delaying my pilgrimage to the temple until further notice."
The communicator went quiet, as the protocol droid spoke with a dull tone. "Override code accepted. The council will not be notified, and a shuttle will arrive momentarily, Lady Malice."
"This one feels special. Almost... delicious." Darth Malice lifted Tres off the ground in a force choke, and brought him close to her face. He was still healing, so he could only grasp his throat as he floated and gasped for breath. She laughed as he struggled. The Sith was taking her time looking him over. This man's aura reminded her of the Night Sisters. But there was something more. She had to know what it was, she would know this man, and how he could regenerate without the use of the force. Perhaps she could find out how to drain his power as well.
In any case, it would be fun finding out.
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Tres McCarrion
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"I waited nearly three thousand years for this?"
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Post by Tres McCarrion on Mar 14, 2022 8:46:27 GMT -5
~Aboard the Horizon Eclipse, Vaiken Spacedock ~
Tres red-orange eyes darted around the med bay as he lay under the glass-domed capsule. It was filling with a white mist.
A tall shadow of a woman appeared. Darth Malice took down her black hood and slid her small hands over the glass as she climbed onto the small chamber. Her voice was deep and throaty, but her seductive tone was spiked with poison.
"I will know your secrets, creature. And you will know pain beyond measure." She scratched the glass with a curved blade she pulled from a sheath in her belt. Her expression went from lusty to filled with madness.
Tres struck the glass, which cracked. He punched it again, but he was weaker. "Pain is a new sensation for me. I really don't mind it. Just know that when I get my hands around your neck, bitch... the pain will be a sweet release!"
She smirked and bit her lip. "Such strange speech. You really are not from this galaxy, are you?"
"Oh, what makes you say that? Maybe because I fell from the fucking sky? Does it usually rain half naked men from wherever the fuck - urp!!!" Tres grasped his throat with both hands.
He gasped for breath, as Darth Malice began draining the living force out of him.
As the minutes ticked by, Tres's muscles shrank and his eyes sank in as he feebly struck the glass... he was unable to speak, and his arms stopped working eventually.
Just before he shriveled into a skeletal visage, she stopped feeding and watched with crazed glee.
Tres was slowly regenerating.
Malice cackled with frenzied laughter as she straddled the capsule, her arms outstretched in victorious ecstasy. "Oh, my, my... I have never felt such strength!"
She collapsed on the glass and stared at Tres's emaciated form and smiled wickedly as she whispered. "I think shall keep you forever."
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Post by The Grand Mortician on Apr 6, 2022 9:25:28 GMT -5
Persephone appeared upon the surface of Korriban, as a wispy, horned apparition that resembled a force ghost. She would be visible to anyone who would have seen her, if there were anyone around. She glided across the sands and moved from left to right, as if looking for something. In the distance, she could see a glint of light. She was naturally drawn to it. It was the buckle from Tres' satchel, glinting in the orange sun. She grasped the satchel and it absorbed into her form.
She found the crater in the waist-high water of the recently drained lake. This is where Tres had impacted into the planet. The earth nearby had been scorched by the thrusters of a medium sized starship. She stooped over and her long skeletal hand swept the earth until she came across two grey orbs. She scooped two stone apples out of the ground and held them delicately. She had given them to Tres before he left.
"Tsk. tsk. He really should be more careful with these. Perhaps I will return his things on our next visit.... which is... oh dear.... it seems I am in the right neighborhood for that."
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~Aboard the Horizon Eclipse, in orbit over Korriban ~
Tres's eyes had nearly popped out of his head as force lightning riddled his body.
"Shiiiiit!" his nostrils smoked as Tres gasped for breath, as he had been brought close to death several times in a row.
Darth Malice cackled wickedly as she decided she would let her new toy rest and heal a while. She had walked away from his capsule to wander around her ship. The sith had found her muscle mass had increased the more she fed off of him, and her stamina remained even when she used her force powers to their fullest extent. His energy made her feel completely indestructible and she had found her strength was doubling and tripling as she unconsciously siphoned Tres's demonic strength.
She picked up a durasteel rod from the cargo bay and began bending it without the aid of the force. She laughed madly as the pinging sound of snapping metal echoed through the bay.
KS1's head rotated around and he whirred a moment as he watched Malice break the durasteel rod over her knee. "Oh my. I have a really bad feeling about this."
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Post by Tres McCarrion on May 11, 2022 8:52:13 GMT -5
Tres's eyes opened. He had regenerated from the brink of death, and Darth Malice had returned to the bridge of the Horizon Eclipse.
He heard two voices, neither of which seemed to be aware of one another.
Victoria's signal was weak, but she had been trying to get in contact for some time, so she sounded a little worried.
~BEGIN TRANSMISSION~
"Tres...*static* ... trying to reset the relay switch.... *hum* Maybe I can g- *static* to the outside. I am going to try to reach out to your-"
~END TRANSMISSION, Signal lost~
Persephone, the Grand Mortician, stood at the foot of the capsule. Tres slowly craned his neck to speak.
"No, no...NO! Just fucking go away." He seemed to have lost most hope of surviving.
The Grand Mortician sighed. "Such a thankless job..."
She pressed the button on the pod and tucked the satchel into the bottom of it next to his bare feet, out of sight. "The Sith lord is going to kill you in earnest, but only if you let her."
Tres's eyes narrowed. "If 'I let her?'... huh? you got some real nerve, lady."
The apparition leaned forward as the antlers cast a foreboding shadow over him. "You could take my mantle early... Hades could probably use a visit."
Tres gritted his teeth as the pod chamber door closed.
Persephone's voice had a smile in the tone. "Or I suppose you could just stay here and die like a miserable little ... bitch? Is that what you say?"
Tres McCarrion was near his breaking point. He looked in Persephone's direction and shouted with all his might as she slowly faded away. "HOW ABOUT NEITHER??"
KS1, the ship droid, rolled into the cargo bay momentarily, and turned right around.
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Tres McCarrion
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Post by Tres McCarrion on Aug 12, 2022 9:57:05 GMT -5
Tres McCarrion had lost consciousness, his physical form was now emaciated, nearly beyond recognition. The cargo bay door opened, and Darth Malice looked up with glowing red-orange eyes. She stretched and flexed against her restrictive clothing, and regarded the containment capsule with a cruel smile. He still lived, but he drifted so very close to the edge of his demise.
"Sleep well, creature. I will use your strength far more wisely than you ever did." KS1 closed the cargo bay behind her.
Malice exited the starship known as the Horizon Eclipse. She walked to the landing zone of the Imperial Starship, she felt the presence of her master. At least... for now. Imperial Soldiers snapped at attention and gave her a wider berth than normal. A score by John Williams swelled, seemingly coming out of nowhere.
Shreace Eldosi felt a disturbance in the force, but only just before Malice barged into her chambers. "Insolent child, What do you think you are- ERK!" The Sith master had never felt such power as Malice gripped her by the throat using one arm. She had been taken entirely by surprise. "You- You have cloaked your presence, Malice... why are you ....here?" Using the force, she reached out towards her nightstand to summon her light saber.
"Master." Malice caught her master's light saber in mid air with her other hand before it could be ignited. She sneered. "I'm here to tell you I have surpassed your power. There is nothing more for me to learn from you now."
Shreace's eyes became dark and red as she struggled to use the force against her apprentice. Lighting crackled through her body. The white-armored guards outside looked into the room and immediately abandoned their posts, as Shreace struggled the room became heavy with conflict as the force surged throughout it.
"No, Master. The Dark Side recognizes true strength. You may now serve me, or face your end."
Malice had already begun draining her master's life force. Shreace strained to speak, almost hoarse as she gripped her apprentice's muscular arm. "I ... will... never... serve... y- y-OH!" Suddenly the crimson light saber shot through her back. A crescendo of music played while an invisible choir chanted darkly.
Malice gripped her former master's saber as the body fell to the side. "I thought not."
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Post by Balthaxar on Oct 4, 2022 10:33:38 GMT -5
~THE FORESTS OF DANTOOINE~
Balthaxar was the first to emerge from the portal, and he seemed pleased with his new form. He looked down at his new appendages, and awkwardly stood upright.
"Sweet! I have opposable thumbs now!" He grasped a thick tree branch and broke it off with unnatural strength. The infernal Greymelkin scrambled into the woods, then conjured a greyish robe. His short, thick fur covered his body, but he did want to fit in with other bipedal creatures.
He waited for Lilith, Morsus, and Mia to portal in. They were far enough away from the rebel base to get their bearings and avoid detection, but it would be a long journey north to get supplies and/or vehicles.
Oddly enough, he knew what species he was already. He was a Togorian... a sentient alien species with retractable claws.
Balty was less concerned about which planet they were on, and was more focused on the smells of the forest for potential food. Tres could probably wait.
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Post by Lilith McCarrion on Oct 16, 2022 16:52:56 GMT -5
Lilith stepped out of the portal after Balthaxar, followed shortly after by Mia.
Lilith took a moment to note which way Balty had travelled within the damp, dense forest before looking around the area herself. The area the portal let them out of was relatively clear of the thorny undergrowth that seemed to dominate the forest floor, above them an endless canopy.
"Balthaxar. Do you know where we have been deposited?"
Mia exited the portal cautiously, gun in hand as her gaze swept the area for hostiles. Once out of Oghma the technology in the helmet seemed to come alive. A tactical heads up display populated her field of vision and the commlink that connected to Morsus' helmet buzzed to life. Any lifeform that passed her field of vision was outlined and identified with distance and targeting. It reminded her of the runs with Nathan to Mexico and the Underdark and, just for a moment, she wondered where her Brother had gotten himself off to.
Lilith would ask her question of Balty and Mia would turn.
"I can answer that." She'd respond, her voice projected from outside of the helmet. She'd point northward into the dense foliage.
"The helmet has been able to identify a piket and a stalker lizard several yards away from us. Both creatures are native to the planet Dantooine.
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Post by darkheart on Oct 23, 2022 17:41:08 GMT -5
Morsus would crouch low to the ground, watching the information that was on his HUD and being delivered into his commlink by Mia. At the same time she would be able to see what he was viewing as well, the helmets allowing them to work in perfect tandem. There were a few spotty tracks on the ground, some reptilian as she had mentioned, but also a single pair of cloven hooves walking over them. His voice would be low and curious as it crackled through the static of the device.
"Hm. Kath Hound. I thought they might be extinct in the wild. Not an issue, but still a curiosity."
He couldn't smell the air clearly in the helmet, so tracking was probably out of the question. Standing and glancing over at Balty, he chuckled.
"From kitty to bugbear in 2.4 seconds. Not bad for a sword. Still, do we have any heading? Last I read this planet was poorly developed. Farmers and barely even a trade station. What would the Big Guy be doing here? Seems a bit strange to me."
He'd look skyward to the tree line, barely able to see anything through the foliage. Yet the leaves began to glow with a slight purple hue.
"Looks to be moonrise. We'd best get moving if we don't fancy trying to make a camp here."
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Post by Lilith McCarrion on Oct 30, 2022 21:22:58 GMT -5
Lilith listened to the twins as they made their observations. No. He wouldn't be here, unless he was hiding from someone. Duex, or Tres, was never the shy type.
"This could merely be where the portal is connected, as it is a relatively safe location. Who knows how long it has been here."
She'd take a moment to kneel down and place her hand upon the forest floor. From here she'd clear her mind and close her eyes. She had been unsure if her power would even manifest here. A doubt soon washed away as her mind reached out to the surrounding area. Voices began flooding her thoughts, infrequent at first, though becoming louder the farther out she reached. The farther out she reached, the more people she touched until the voices rose into a cacophony of nearly unintelligible sound within her mind. After but a few moments she'd stop and stand back to her feet, silencing the voices. None of them were his voice and none of them spoke or thought his name.
"I do not believe he was ever here, yet if we head west we will find what we need for information. Or at the very least, to get off planet. There was talk of an outpost and shuttles coming from that direction."
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Post by Balthaxar on Dec 8, 2022 9:07:02 GMT -5
Balthaxar glanced up into the deep forest and winked at Morsus. "Hang tight, I got this."
The cat man extended his hands and leapt to a tree with his claws out. He was finding he could climb like a leopard. "Heh." He quickly made his way to the top of the canopy. The Greymelkin/Togorian's feline eyes adjusted quickly to the moonlight. In the distance, the small pilot light of a starship could be seen, disappearing over the horizon. He had almost missed it. He took in a deep breath and then spoke clearly, but not too loudly.
"Confirmed it, Morsus. I can't see it from here... but there's a secret base Northways. Doesn't smell or sound like a local settlement. Temporary, not a lot of solid structures. A ship took off from there recently."
He had smelled the scorched earth, the fuel, the exhaust ports of a vessel from the North. Balty glanced down and smirked. "Getting off this backwater rock will be possible if we time it right, but the real challenge will be getting a lead on Tres."
Balty slid down the tree, sending bark everywhere. Tres would likely make waves in any realm he appeared in, but this was one exceptionally large dimension that had successfully integrated space travel. He would address Lilith and Mia, just a few feet behind him.
"Are either of you ladies getting gooseflesh? Tinglies? For some reason, my senses are off the charts! I wonder if it's this form or if it's just me? Eh... hm."
He squinted. The Greymelkin did not feel like himself at all. His sense of smell, sight and hearing were hypersensitive, and he felt like purring all of a sudden. He wouldn't dare do that now as there was work to do.
"I could go scout it out first and give y'all a headcount while I've got the high ground. Why not take advantage of this?!" he chuckled as he scrambled back up the tree, but waited for Lilith to decide the next course of action.
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Post by Tres McCarrion on Jan 3, 2023 12:06:04 GMT -5
~Meanwhile, One Cycle Later~
Aboard the Horizon Eclipse's medical bay, KS1 rolled up to Tres's Chamber and examined him. The droid seemed puzzled.
"Hm such strange readings. I cannot determine your species. Do not mistake this as pity, sir, but I must continue with my research. My programming doesn't process emotion like others, but I have never seen one suffer like you have. Until I find your origin, Lady Malice will not allow me to cease."
Tres remained silent, boring holes into the Droid's visage with his stare.
"Test One-hundred and two. Acidity. I will sample your flesh to determine the effect-"
"Save it, you fucking tin head. Once I get out of this thing I'm going to make you into an ashtray."
"As you say. Very well then, I will proceed, and keep all unnecessary communication to myself."
Tres rolled his eyes. This droid was annoyingly dutiful, but scientifically curious. He could use that to his advantage.
"Nevermind, I didn't mean that. I know..... OW!!! you have a job... DAMMIT!!! to do." A coin sized pocket of flesh had been removed from his side, and he slowly bled as it healed back.
"No hard feelings, metal guy. How about physical tests? What do you think about strength and endurance limits?"
KS1 considered this a moment. "Hm. I do not have the authorization to remove you from this lab, but perhaps isolated tests could be performed once you have healed sufficiently. I will consider it, for the collection of data."
Tres kept his expression neutral. He might have just bought himself a little time before Malice came back to feed. His chance would come.
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Post by darkheart on Mar 4, 2023 12:34:06 GMT -5
Morsus would nod to Balty, adjusting his armor quietly. It was strangely light despite its physical bulk. While comfortable, he still liked having his skin be able to breathe. But what could one do when trying to blend in? Walking over to a tree, he would wrap his arms around it and rip it from its roots, setting it down quietly so as not to make noises. He would hack at the wood quietly, carving it into two separate stakes, of a sort, then jamb them into the ground. Setting about with vines and leaves, he would make a camouflaged canopy so that he, Lilith and Mia could set below it while Balty scouted and they would not be easily seen should any recon ships fly overhead. He didnt' dare make a fire, as smoke on the horizon would alert any scouts. Setting beneath the cover of the leaves, he would wait for the Greymalkin to return, but would utilize the time to pick Lilith's brain.
"So remind me, Boss - what are we going to do when we find your brother? I thought you two didn't get on so well. What's the purpose of looking for him now?"
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Post by Danü Rèalta on Mar 11, 2023 12:48:20 GMT -5
Balty went about bounding from tree to tree. Morsus began constructing a shelter with Lilith assisting, calling forth vines and fallen branches with telekenetics to their location. Mia would keep lookout. She was quite comfortable in the armor, as it reminded her of her wetwork days only with much of the technology built right into the helmet. It made her think of their trip to Mexico. She wondered a moment what Donnalbane would think of this before snickering quietly to herself. He'd probably fart in the armor to see if the smell lingered.
Mia turned as Balty slid down the tree, shaking her head at his question.
"Just you pussycat. You're a bit bigger now, likely your new form messing with you."
Lilith, couldn't quite put her finger on what she felt. There was some resistance when she used her telekenetics. An opposite pull here and there that she hadn't gotten anywhere else. Perhaps it was just the atmosphere or gravity. Either way, she wouldn't respond to Balty's question.
"Carry on your scouting. Let us know what you find."
Lilith then motioned with her hand as if inviting Balty to continue doing what he was doing before taking a seat beneath the makeshift shelter near Morsus.
"The purpose?" A slender raven hued brow arched sharply as she turned jade green eyes in his direction.
"Tres is family. While the three of us siblings do not see eye to eye on most things, we have at least one thing in common. We care about our Mother. He should at least be informed what is going on and given a choice on how much or little he wishes to help."
She'd sigh, settling into a more meditive pose with her legs crossed beneath her and her wrists resting upon her knees.
"Tres does not have a filter in his mind, and predictably reacts to stimulus without the thought on if he should. I assume I am attack on site, which is why I asked you and your sister to come along. You were once friends. Either the sight of you might give him pause enough to consider listening peacefully or, we all act as damage control and keep him from destroying a nearby town. At least until my message can be delivered."
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