Ghargonia
08-05-2005, 03:42
OOC: There may be some mild gore. I'm not a particularly good writer, so the gore may not be graphic, but there may be gore none-the-less. The Ghargonians are going to start paying for their rather brutal history now, and perhaps learning of the origins of some of their worst enemies...
IC:
"I assume you added the sample I instructed you to add," a shadowy figure growled. "It is most important that our agreement be concluded soon."
The figure stood in the dull hallways of Ghargonian R&D station 'Klash', in orbit of the outer-most planet of the Ghargonia system. As with all things Ghargonian, few aesthetic considerations had gone into the construction of this station, and what metal wasn't painted a very dark shade of green simply wasn't painted at all. Lighting in these back passages was minimal, unlike the rest of the station. The dry, uncomfortably warm air had a strange, musky smell to it, despite the air recirculation systems.
The figure himself was small -- for a Ghargonian anyway. About the size of a human both in height and bulk, and his voice wasn't quite as deep as most Ghargonians. Indeed, if it weren't for the dark brown snout that just poked out of the hood he wore; nothing about him would seem Ghargonian at all. The much taller, almost-naked reptile that stood next to him was unmistakably Ghargonian though.
"Yes, I added the sample," the Ghargonian nodded. "Nobody seems to have noticed yet, as I added it just before the accelerated growth system was implemented. They won't realise that anything has changed until it is too late."
"Excellent," the figure nodded solemnly, turning to leave.
"Wait, tiny creature," the Ghargonian grabbed the smaller reptile by his narrow shoulder and jerked him roughly back. "When do I get what was promised to me?"
"When the engineered creature wakes and functions as we hoped, you shall get your just rewards," the figure sighed. "Now unhand me lest you 'anger' the Dominion."
The Ghargonian growled, bearing his teeth. But he released his clawed grip on the smaller reptile and allowed him to disappear into the shadows.
"I'll give you some rewards of my own, one day," the Ghargonian growled after him. He turned and stomped away, heading for the lighter areas of the station.
The central research laboratory was the hub of the station, where all the most advanced and important research projects of the Imperium took place. It had at its disposal every type of scientific instrument, computer, device and even medical equipment at its disposal, and it was huge. In one 'quarter', some type of glowing pink substance was being suspended in a magnetic field. Several Ghargonian scientists milled around it, looking it over.
In another quarter, what looked like a huge torpedo casing was lying on a massive work surface, open and deactivated. Even more scientists worked on the huge torpedo, fiddling with its innards and poking it with various instruments.
This room was cold, unlike most, and there was no humidity or even smell in the air. All Ghargonians in the room wore self-contained lab suits. It was a clean room. The prize of the lab was in the centre, and consumed the attention of most of the scientists on the entire station. A large cryo-tube lay in the centre, surrounded by several empty cryo-tubes, sophisticated working tables and computer stations, medical apparatus and assorted other complicated-looking devices.
Kor had just met his mystery guest in secret, and was now moving to watch the great moment -- the moment they found out if all their hard work had paid off. They were creating a whole new species from scratch. Gerash were fearsome warriors, but they had natural instincts, natural limitations, and 100% loyalty could never be guaranteed in any species, regardless of the level of brainwashing. With the new Kree threat, the Ghargon wanted an even better foot soldier on the front lines, and he saw building an entirely new species from scratch as the only option. This new species -- dubbed the 'Gorashnik' -- would be the ultimate warrior. As the second-in-command of the science team, Kor would take a lot of the credit if the project was successful. But he had other goals in mind.
"Are we ready?" Kor asked.
"It is time, now that you are here," the lead scientist nodded. He pointed with a gloved finger at another scientist. "Thaw him out. Let us wake the beast."
The scientist nodded, and turned around. He tapped some commands into the glowing red console, and turned back just in time for the cryo-tube to start whirring open. As the steamed-up glass top slid open, gas was blasted into the tube, thawing the occupant. The white vapour poured over the sides of the 'coffin for the living' (as cryo-tubes were often referred to by Ghargonians), spreading across the floor of the room like an eerie fog.
Kor leaned forward slightly and wafted his hand through the mist, in an effort to speed its clearance. Slowly but surely, the gas dissipated, and revealed the occupant of the large cryo-tube.
The creature inside was more fearsome than they could have hoped. Bigger even than a Gerash, his huge muscles were symbols of his unbelievable strength. His bulky head was lined with vicious teeth, even larger than their own. His skin was dark brown, though, which was not expected -- he was supposed to be green, like they were.
"Vital signs?" the lead scientist asked, snapping his fingers together.
The creature answered his question before a subordinate could though. His eyes opened slowly. The yellow eyes looked around, surveying his audience. One of his clawed hands slowly clenched and unclenched.
"Ah, never mind," the lead scientist said, growling with pleasure. "The first Gorashnik, my friends! The first of many, I hope. His mind should be a blank for the moment, with no instincts or any sort of programming whatsoever, so let us get the cerebral programming system and hook him..."
One of the large, muscular arms suddenly shot up and grabbed him around the neck violently. The creature sat up to reveal his massive bulk, and looked straight into the lead scientist's eyes as he lifted the Ghargonian from the ground with apparent ease.
"I am... Gorashnik?" the creature said, in a booming deep voice. "You are my… creator?"
"Y...yes..." the lead scientist spluttered, clawing at the creature's grip desperately. "I command… you to… put me down! You shou... shouldn't be able to speak... or even move..."
"If you are my creator, then you must be Ghargonian," the Gorashnik said. "My master says that Ghargonians must be destroyed."
"Your *cough* master?" the lead scientist coughed, confused. The Gorashnik didn't seem to want to explain himself, though. He violently jerked his arm forwards, and then snapped it backwards quickly. The substantially strong spinal cord of the Ghargonian was snapped easily in the creature's strong grasp.
The Gorashnik turned and dropped out of his cryo-tube, landing with such force that he crumpled the deck plating beneath him. He ignored the scientists who started trying to grapple him to the ground, and threw the corpse across the lab. The heavy body slammed into the huge torpedo on the other side of the room, which broke free from its restraints with the force of the impact and slammed down the deck, crushing the scientists who worked on it nearby.
"You must all be destroyed," the Gorashnik repeated. He slammed his huge fist against the head of a nearby scientist, snapping his neck instantly and flinging him across the room like he was nothing. Another scientist was kicked in the leg. He fell to the ground roaring in pain as one of his bones jutted out horribly, only to have his head crushed in a splatter of blood as the Gorashnik brought his massive clawed foot down on it.
One scientist smashed a metal rod across the Gorashnik's back, which was the first thing since he had awoken which seemed to bother him. He turned around angrily and caught the rod as the scientist moved to hit him again. The Gorashnik growled, snapped the rod in half, and proceeded to jam both pieces through each of the scientist’s eyes before slamming his foot into him. Instead of bringing his foot down after the kick, he jabbed it behind him. Another scientist was hit in the chest with such force that his entire rib cage was shattered, and he flew backwards into the computer consoles.
Gorashnik ripped one of the damaged consoles from the floor with no apparent sign of difficulty, and threw it across the room. The scientists working on the strange pink matter some distance away looked up just in time to see the huge mainframe computer console smash into them, crushing them against the wall behind.
"You must all be destroyed," Gorashnik said again, in a bellowing roar this time. He looked around. They were all dead, save for one.
"Excellent work," Kor said, nervously. He didn't move, though. Ghargonians never backed down. Even scientists would not be labelled as weak for doing so.
"You are Ghargonian?" the Gorashnik asked, cocking its head sideways curiously.
"I am Kor," Kor nodded. "I helped your masters create you in their image."
"I know you, Kor," Gorashnik growled. "My masters said to give you your reward."
"They... what?" Kor asked. Gorashnik stepped forwards. Without warning, he used the claws on his hand to dig through the thick skin of Kor's chest, and ripped out his heart. Gorashnik held it up and looked at it as it slowly stopped beating.
"You are a Ghargonian," the Gorashnik snarled. "Your death serves as revenge for my masters."
Kor clutched the hole in his chest, and fell down to the floor, dead.
The Gorashnik looked down at the corpse and snarled. He stepped over it, and clambered across the lab. As he reached the main double doors he noticed that it needed a genetic scan of some type to open.
He did something quite unexpected to get around that. He held out his hand, aiming his palm at the doors at least a metre away, and closed his eyes. The thick metal doors started to shake slightly. The Gorashnik then rapidly moved his hand to one side. The doors creaked and cracked, and broke open without him even touching them.
They parted in a flurry of sparks and bursts of noxious smoke, opening enough for him to step through. The Gorashnik left the main laboratory. He left nothing but death and destruction in his wake.
IC:
"I assume you added the sample I instructed you to add," a shadowy figure growled. "It is most important that our agreement be concluded soon."
The figure stood in the dull hallways of Ghargonian R&D station 'Klash', in orbit of the outer-most planet of the Ghargonia system. As with all things Ghargonian, few aesthetic considerations had gone into the construction of this station, and what metal wasn't painted a very dark shade of green simply wasn't painted at all. Lighting in these back passages was minimal, unlike the rest of the station. The dry, uncomfortably warm air had a strange, musky smell to it, despite the air recirculation systems.
The figure himself was small -- for a Ghargonian anyway. About the size of a human both in height and bulk, and his voice wasn't quite as deep as most Ghargonians. Indeed, if it weren't for the dark brown snout that just poked out of the hood he wore; nothing about him would seem Ghargonian at all. The much taller, almost-naked reptile that stood next to him was unmistakably Ghargonian though.
"Yes, I added the sample," the Ghargonian nodded. "Nobody seems to have noticed yet, as I added it just before the accelerated growth system was implemented. They won't realise that anything has changed until it is too late."
"Excellent," the figure nodded solemnly, turning to leave.
"Wait, tiny creature," the Ghargonian grabbed the smaller reptile by his narrow shoulder and jerked him roughly back. "When do I get what was promised to me?"
"When the engineered creature wakes and functions as we hoped, you shall get your just rewards," the figure sighed. "Now unhand me lest you 'anger' the Dominion."
The Ghargonian growled, bearing his teeth. But he released his clawed grip on the smaller reptile and allowed him to disappear into the shadows.
"I'll give you some rewards of my own, one day," the Ghargonian growled after him. He turned and stomped away, heading for the lighter areas of the station.
The central research laboratory was the hub of the station, where all the most advanced and important research projects of the Imperium took place. It had at its disposal every type of scientific instrument, computer, device and even medical equipment at its disposal, and it was huge. In one 'quarter', some type of glowing pink substance was being suspended in a magnetic field. Several Ghargonian scientists milled around it, looking it over.
In another quarter, what looked like a huge torpedo casing was lying on a massive work surface, open and deactivated. Even more scientists worked on the huge torpedo, fiddling with its innards and poking it with various instruments.
This room was cold, unlike most, and there was no humidity or even smell in the air. All Ghargonians in the room wore self-contained lab suits. It was a clean room. The prize of the lab was in the centre, and consumed the attention of most of the scientists on the entire station. A large cryo-tube lay in the centre, surrounded by several empty cryo-tubes, sophisticated working tables and computer stations, medical apparatus and assorted other complicated-looking devices.
Kor had just met his mystery guest in secret, and was now moving to watch the great moment -- the moment they found out if all their hard work had paid off. They were creating a whole new species from scratch. Gerash were fearsome warriors, but they had natural instincts, natural limitations, and 100% loyalty could never be guaranteed in any species, regardless of the level of brainwashing. With the new Kree threat, the Ghargon wanted an even better foot soldier on the front lines, and he saw building an entirely new species from scratch as the only option. This new species -- dubbed the 'Gorashnik' -- would be the ultimate warrior. As the second-in-command of the science team, Kor would take a lot of the credit if the project was successful. But he had other goals in mind.
"Are we ready?" Kor asked.
"It is time, now that you are here," the lead scientist nodded. He pointed with a gloved finger at another scientist. "Thaw him out. Let us wake the beast."
The scientist nodded, and turned around. He tapped some commands into the glowing red console, and turned back just in time for the cryo-tube to start whirring open. As the steamed-up glass top slid open, gas was blasted into the tube, thawing the occupant. The white vapour poured over the sides of the 'coffin for the living' (as cryo-tubes were often referred to by Ghargonians), spreading across the floor of the room like an eerie fog.
Kor leaned forward slightly and wafted his hand through the mist, in an effort to speed its clearance. Slowly but surely, the gas dissipated, and revealed the occupant of the large cryo-tube.
The creature inside was more fearsome than they could have hoped. Bigger even than a Gerash, his huge muscles were symbols of his unbelievable strength. His bulky head was lined with vicious teeth, even larger than their own. His skin was dark brown, though, which was not expected -- he was supposed to be green, like they were.
"Vital signs?" the lead scientist asked, snapping his fingers together.
The creature answered his question before a subordinate could though. His eyes opened slowly. The yellow eyes looked around, surveying his audience. One of his clawed hands slowly clenched and unclenched.
"Ah, never mind," the lead scientist said, growling with pleasure. "The first Gorashnik, my friends! The first of many, I hope. His mind should be a blank for the moment, with no instincts or any sort of programming whatsoever, so let us get the cerebral programming system and hook him..."
One of the large, muscular arms suddenly shot up and grabbed him around the neck violently. The creature sat up to reveal his massive bulk, and looked straight into the lead scientist's eyes as he lifted the Ghargonian from the ground with apparent ease.
"I am... Gorashnik?" the creature said, in a booming deep voice. "You are my… creator?"
"Y...yes..." the lead scientist spluttered, clawing at the creature's grip desperately. "I command… you to… put me down! You shou... shouldn't be able to speak... or even move..."
"If you are my creator, then you must be Ghargonian," the Gorashnik said. "My master says that Ghargonians must be destroyed."
"Your *cough* master?" the lead scientist coughed, confused. The Gorashnik didn't seem to want to explain himself, though. He violently jerked his arm forwards, and then snapped it backwards quickly. The substantially strong spinal cord of the Ghargonian was snapped easily in the creature's strong grasp.
The Gorashnik turned and dropped out of his cryo-tube, landing with such force that he crumpled the deck plating beneath him. He ignored the scientists who started trying to grapple him to the ground, and threw the corpse across the lab. The heavy body slammed into the huge torpedo on the other side of the room, which broke free from its restraints with the force of the impact and slammed down the deck, crushing the scientists who worked on it nearby.
"You must all be destroyed," the Gorashnik repeated. He slammed his huge fist against the head of a nearby scientist, snapping his neck instantly and flinging him across the room like he was nothing. Another scientist was kicked in the leg. He fell to the ground roaring in pain as one of his bones jutted out horribly, only to have his head crushed in a splatter of blood as the Gorashnik brought his massive clawed foot down on it.
One scientist smashed a metal rod across the Gorashnik's back, which was the first thing since he had awoken which seemed to bother him. He turned around angrily and caught the rod as the scientist moved to hit him again. The Gorashnik growled, snapped the rod in half, and proceeded to jam both pieces through each of the scientist’s eyes before slamming his foot into him. Instead of bringing his foot down after the kick, he jabbed it behind him. Another scientist was hit in the chest with such force that his entire rib cage was shattered, and he flew backwards into the computer consoles.
Gorashnik ripped one of the damaged consoles from the floor with no apparent sign of difficulty, and threw it across the room. The scientists working on the strange pink matter some distance away looked up just in time to see the huge mainframe computer console smash into them, crushing them against the wall behind.
"You must all be destroyed," Gorashnik said again, in a bellowing roar this time. He looked around. They were all dead, save for one.
"Excellent work," Kor said, nervously. He didn't move, though. Ghargonians never backed down. Even scientists would not be labelled as weak for doing so.
"You are Ghargonian?" the Gorashnik asked, cocking its head sideways curiously.
"I am Kor," Kor nodded. "I helped your masters create you in their image."
"I know you, Kor," Gorashnik growled. "My masters said to give you your reward."
"They... what?" Kor asked. Gorashnik stepped forwards. Without warning, he used the claws on his hand to dig through the thick skin of Kor's chest, and ripped out his heart. Gorashnik held it up and looked at it as it slowly stopped beating.
"You are a Ghargonian," the Gorashnik snarled. "Your death serves as revenge for my masters."
Kor clutched the hole in his chest, and fell down to the floor, dead.
The Gorashnik looked down at the corpse and snarled. He stepped over it, and clambered across the lab. As he reached the main double doors he noticed that it needed a genetic scan of some type to open.
He did something quite unexpected to get around that. He held out his hand, aiming his palm at the doors at least a metre away, and closed his eyes. The thick metal doors started to shake slightly. The Gorashnik then rapidly moved his hand to one side. The doors creaked and cracked, and broke open without him even touching them.
They parted in a flurry of sparks and bursts of noxious smoke, opening enough for him to step through. The Gorashnik left the main laboratory. He left nothing but death and destruction in his wake.