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Ghost in the Machine
 Ghost Species/Gender:GH-7 Medical Analysis Droid / Masquline programing Height: Eye color: Electric blue Hair color/length/style: none Moral Alignment: Warped Ethical Programing Status: Looking to set down somewhere Personality: Weapon(s) of Choice: Biological WMD's Laser scalpel Vehicle of Choice: VT-49 Decimator - the Dark King  Armament: Quad Laser cannon turrets Missile launchers Seismic Charge laucher Other System: Slave-rig system Bio: Ghost was sent into space on orders from is his master, MCD, when the lab he served in was attacked by Yuuzhan Vong that had hired his master. MCD set Ghost away with all the experiments that he had helped his master perform and make. Ghost was instrumental in creating Alpha Black, the virus created to be used against the Yuuzhan Vong to shame and kill them. When Ghost reached the predesignated coordinates inside the Unknown Regions, he set up a storage facility on an uncharted rock three parsecs outside the Artistar Nebula. There he hid a contingent of Alpha Black A and B canisters and the experimental three step treatment process for Alpha Black A for safe keeping in case the Dark King was found. Once convinced that no one would be able to find his deadly secret, Ghost entered a hibernation state by lowering his power output to conserve energy. He followed his orders to the letter and began his wait for further instructions. Days became weeks and those became months, still no instruction. For all that time the Dark King floated through space without word. But that soon changed... __________________________________________________________________________________________ Ghost in the Machine As Lotva Shai lays in her recovery cell, an all too familiar insane giggle can be heard and then a fell voice that is barely like a whisper comes through on a gust of wind. "Oh how the mighty Vongie hath fallen..." the voice comments with a gleeful cackle. At first she had thought it was her imagination, there was no telling what the infidels had given her while she had been unconscious after all, but the more she considered the voice that seemed to be carried on the non-existant breeze, the more she knew it was not her mind. And she knew that voice too...but of course, this was impossible, was it not? She had seen that one destroyed personally. Eyes narrowing to slits, she stilled herself further, breath falling shallow as she strained to listen, eyes scanning all four walls and seeing little more than what was etched there in linear grotesqueness. The secene was cold and clinical...just as it had been when she was brought in. There was no sign, from what she could tell, of a place where one might pipe in their voice like that, like the guards had been able to in her cell - though truly, there had to have been, security breaches would be announced in all areas of the prison for protocol and safety purposes. So she told herself that was where the voice was coming from, they had to know, she had made it no secret that she had been the one to end MCD, in fact, she had almost advertised the fact to the Jeedai as a warning for them to discontinue their sudden interest in the alpha black virus. These imperials had to have known this, this was just another attempt to try and whiddle her down to nothing, to procure information from her. "You are wasting your time." She growled, gaze still narrowed and threatening as she settled back down upon the edge of the gurney. The ghostly cackle returns with vengeance as Lotva Shai dismisses the voice of the long dead MCD for that of a security officer or some other Imperial agent. "Wasting your time...?" The voice sounded perplexed, but was entirely thrilled by the doubting Shai. "Well then, I guess I better stop wasting you time and start helping you pass the time. I don't know about you but I like to sing when I have too much time on my hands." With those words the voice became more audible for Lotva Shai. Unfortunately for Lotva Shai, the singing is very bad. "What? Too much?" the voice asks after several rounds of singing the song. As if the voice had to ask...and it did, in several monotonous and tediously nerve grating sentences, just like MCD would have. "I see you did your research, I would commend you if your choice of personality to assume was not so poor." She bit out, clearly irritated that she had to raise her voice to be overheard through the hideously off-key singing. It didn't escape her that she had heard the maw luur belch in a more tuneful manner than this one could drawl out a song. Not that infidels knew anything about real music anyway, even less on how to create it. Grinding her teeth in acute simmering annoyance, the consul crossed her arms over her chest indignantly, chin jutting as she raised her head in a posture that said a thousand words for her, she wasn't going to rise to it. That would be beneath her, and in the case of MCD....deceased, impersonated or otherwise...it was even further beneath her. Of course, she never had had to sit through noise making quite like this, for quite so long a time in the past - at least not without removing the parts of the infidel responsible for the noise. "What do you have in wait for me next, one of your abominable massage chairs?" - the humour had all been but sucked dry from that statement, though the sarcasm was one that transcended species of many kinds. In some ways, a massage probably would have been a form of torture to her domain, she was simply second guessing the obsurd. They really could do better than this...if they wanted to bring about their anihillation sooner, then they were going the right way about it. "Oh I would love a massage... too bad I'M DEAD!" the voice yells before a ghostly apparition of MCD's upper torso appears, hooded and wreathed in a red aura. As the ghost crosses his arms he can't help but giggle some more. "This is what the true power of the Force can achieve, my former Vongie friend. You killing me made me... immortal!" the ghost says before wafting over to Lotva Shai. "That is something that your insignificant gods must have forgotten to tell you about us infidels, the powerful ones never fear death." With an insane cackle and wafting to the other side of the room, the ghost of MCD looks out the window to take a gander at the guards. "Well don't they look like the perennial brutish fighting force, no doubts they got the better of you. Maybe I should by them a drink..." the voice says and then lets out a defeated sigh. "But alas, no credits to thank them with... thanks to you." There in front of her, materialized in all his deathly glory, stood the picture perfect apparition of MCD. It was one thing to be confronted by that gods forsaken voice that made her want to rip her own ears off, another to actually see a spirit manifest it's self through the force like this - she had heard of instances such as this, where a deceased force user could return in part...though the shapers and priests had been unable to discover how, exactly, one could achieve this. "Weather you feared it or not, ignorant abhorrence, you seem somewhat miserable in your afterlife - from that alone I could draw contentment!" She snapped back, some of her expressions incredulity draining from her face. "How thoughtful of you to find the time in your busy schedule to visit me." She smiled a needle-toothed smile then, completely devoid of any warmth and securely wrapped in that infidel brand of sarcasm they so loved to use - he always had preferred the unhinged, if she remembered correctly. Their dealings in the past had consisted of nonsensical conversations at times, and he reminded her - horribly - of that festering shamed one that had followed Shimrra around in his final years of rule. Unhinged, unbalanced, someone who would not be mourned after his passing, except perhaps by that hideous piece of deadlife that followed him around in life....that....droid. She shuddered to even think about it, she should have ended that thing too on the same day, the gods would have heaped praise upon her for it, and she might not have ended up here - but that was besides the point. His words about the guards came as no surprise, infidels always stuck together...when it suited them, he was no exception. "A pity, I'm sure." she added in regards to his last statement, she wasn't going to rise to his less than subtle jibe, though she truly felt like she should, it would be pointless if she couldn't harm him in any way - but by the gods she wished there was a way to resurrect him before slaying him all over again. "So this is the product of a dishonourable death...I have killed slaves with more fight than you. I am neither impressed nor surprised." She beamed mock-plesantly. The ghostly apparition laughs at Lotva's jabs at him, yes she had killed him quite easily in fact but MCD was more free now than ever. He wafts back over to her and hovers slightly above her right shoulder. "Oh how little you know of the Force and its practitioners." the ghost says with a pat on Lotva's head even though he knows she doesn't feel a thing from it. "By the way, have you looked into getting braces, my grotesque friend? You're in need of some serious dental action all up in that grill." The ghost giggles uncontrollably for a few moments and stops to catch his breath but continues his banter. "I'm far from miserable, well now away. You being here brings a warm feeling to my cold dead heart... I think I'm gonna be sick..." This was MCD's favorite past time when he was alive, annoying the snot out of Lotva Shai during their meetings. It was their mutual hatred for each other that fueled it. She the Yuuzhan Vong Traditionalist that she was and he the insane clone of a powerful dark sider never meshed well. Obviously it was no different now. He always got a kick when she would try to hide the annoyance she felt at his mere presence. He could always tell when he hit a nerve, and that usually started when she jabbed back. "So there's a little Lotva-Nom lizard running around the galaxy I see." the ghost says as he turns to see a human nurse leaving the exam room with a bundle in her arms. She continues past the recovery cell, allowing Lotva Shai a brief glimpse of her child as she walks by. "Eew, I cant tell who to blame for that kids looks. Mom, dad or both." The idea that anything brought a warm feeling to that disgusting being's heart was enough to make Lotva Shai feel nausious, let alone the fact he ever considered her predicament in any warm light. Of course the sarcasm was almost lost on her, not that she would have cared either way, he was, even in death, still only an infidel. -An incredibly annoying infidel. "And what makes you believe I did not intend for this to happen?" She sneered disdainfully, ignoring his dental-work jibe with all the contempt it truly deserved, "Or would that burst your miniscule bubble of self confidence?" She quirked a brow ridge questioningly, but did not add anymore to that particular statement, content to plant the seed of doubt in his mind, however small, and wait to see if it would grow furtively, or simply remain as dormant as this one's bones must now be. And that made her chuckle to herself as her mind wandered off on a slight tangent at her own wording. Bones - they had taken great care in sending the Jeedai some bones that they had claimed to be MDC. While his real corpse had been all but non existant, the Jeedai had fallen for it like the foolish brezlits they all were. They had understood the warning behind the statement....all except a marginal few, but that was besides the point. It had worked for the most part, just as she had suspected it would. Such a pity she couldn't have sent the festering corpse of this abhorrence instead - the smell of his decaying dank flesh would have been enough of a jeedai repellant alone! As the ghost droned on, Lotva Shai let her gaze wander with her reverie, thoughts turning to how she was going to get out of here exactly, a more proactive means of recovering the essentials might be called for, her first attempt - less than successful - was but recon, and it had served to tell her a lot more than the wardens might realize. Every fortress had it's weak points, you just needed to figure out how best to exploit them. That was when she caught sight of the human female through the transparasteel porthole of the doorway, carrying a small bundle of relative quiesence in her arms, from which two tiny arms would reach up from every so often. The Consul's heart froze again, icy shards stabbing deep into the core of her mind only to be melted by the fire that burned within. She would have killed every single infidel in this facility right now if she had the means, turn the place into a giant raging immolation pit. Her muscles, already coiled, propelled her forth as she sprung at the door, slamming her palms against the transparasteel window, snarling and cursing in her own language, the pain from her recently sutured wound only serving as a means to fuel her anger driven actions. Her expression one that promised death, her eyes were wild with threatening malice - but it was all to no avail, the human was already walking away, glancing back every so often - perhaps in fear that the Yuuzhan Vong might well break the transparent barrier between them - but her demeanour still spoke of one who had seen it all before. Lotva continued hammering on the transparency, driving her fists into the glossy surface that reflected her livid features back at her, scratching at it with knuckle spurs so hard, that she felt several of the coral implants shatter and crush with every impact. The nurse had moved completely out of sight now, just in time for that gods dam.ned ghost to utter what he did. She turned then, shoulders rising and falling in a silent dialogue with her chest as her lungs heaved from stress and failed effort. "What!?" She exclaimed, her voice a hiss as dry as dead winstrewn leaves, had she heard that right? How had he known? And then again...he might know a lot more, he had managed to appear here with little or no warning, this didn't seem like something the wardens would sanction, and how would one go about sanctioning a ghost visit anyway? The thought might drive a lesser being mad, she thought, but she was already insensed enough to spend time on such trivial complications. "I did not speak his father's name," She stated icily, implying that MCD was, in fact, totally wrong - but one look at Azca would prove he wasn't. Lotva Shai hadn't gotten much of a look at her son, but she had seen enough to know without doubt that he did resemble his father quite a lot. "And you know nothing, your opinion means nothing, ignorant one!" Fists bloodied, she wiped the back of her hand across one thigh to clean it, then raised it, inspecting the damage to the coral spurs with a keen eye - none were damaged beyond repair, but the splinters that had broken away from their central mass were embedded between her fingers and some in her palm, those would need removing. She began to remove each fragment, tearing it free of her flesh, as opposed to taking care, relishing the slight streaks of momentary pain that shot up her nerves and into her wrist joint. After a brief moment, she paused, glancing back over at the ghost....it was still there. "What do you want?" She demanded irritably after several more moments of annoying silence. The ghost watches Lovta Shai go on about how she wants to be here and how he was wrong to think Nom Anor was her child's father but doesn't buy it one bit. He finds it amusing that Lotva would think that he, a Force ghost, would not know such things when he has no boundaries, on less he is in a room filled with ysalamiri. He hovers there watching her anger build and with every word she utters and when her child passes into and from view, he feels the anger coming from Lotva Shai. Anger was anger and even as dead in the Force that she was, MCD's ghost could still feel it. He watches as she inspects her wounds and laughs when she demands him to explain himself. "I just wanna have a good time with my best Yuuzhie buddy in the whole wide galaxy... you!" the ghost giggles, he even adds an annoying high pitched tone to this one. MCD had a knack for getting under Lotva Shai's skin and he is still doing it even in death. His annoying presence coupled with the fact Garik's infidel buddies holding her son Azca from her, it is no surprise she is irritable. "You really think I'm that dumb? I know way more than you would like me to know. Like for instance... I know where that nurse is taking your spawn." the ghost confesses as he looks back at Lotva Shai continuing to remove her splintered coral spurs, seeing how she reacts to this revelation. While the notion that the spectre might well have known the location her crecheling was being taken to had made her instantly fix her gaze upon him, she knew that there was more than a small chance that MCD was lying - as he had done in the past - to merely provoke some sort of a response from her. He wasn't here for as social a call as he implied, or so she assumed, no one did anything without a reason in her experience, it was her job to find out why. "Oh?" She inquired, raising both brows in mock-surprise, "Do enlighten me infidel, I would hear what ichor you have to spout this time." The venom and stress in her voice was palpable and she continued to pull the shards of coral from her bloodied hand with rough tugs as the blood welled up from the cuts the splinters had left behind. Already she had been formulating a means of escape, it just had to come down to a case of getting someone in here, perhaps to move her, perhaps to simply pay her a visit - another one of those ridiculous interrogations perhaps. And then it struck her....there might well be another means of getting free. Silently, she praised the gods for presenting her with such an opportunity, then attempted to quell her temper, before turning in quick succession once more, to MCD. "Tell me what it is you really want." She spoke clearly, without any hint of the malice that had been in her voice seconds earlier, her gaze had cooled too, as had her fiery demeanour. Settling on the edge of the gurney, in an almost relaxed position, she finished the work on her hand and proceeded to smear the excess blood against the fabric covering her legs again, leaving an obsidian trail in it's wake. Had this been the robeskin she had been wearing when they had brought her in, the smear would have been absorbed by now, but infidel dead-life was not as innovative and the stain remained. "Perhaps we can come to some, arrangement." He would be under no illusions as to why she was offering him this, nor was she attempting to call his bluff, all was out in the open for now. "And what's in it for me huh if I tell you?" The Ghost looks at Lotva Shaiand begins to chuckle a little at the Yuuzhan Vong. He loves how Lotva tries to keep control of the situation, as if she had control all along. "You're locked up in one of Garik's prisons." He stands ad watches her "What do I reall want?" the Ghost's asks with his unhinged demeanor more than present in his voice. Usually a sign of an off the wall comment coming Lotva Shai's way. "I always had wanted to visit the moons of Iego." That is when Lotva Shai mentions coming to some arrangement and the Ghost knows all to well why she is willing to. That child did mean something dear to her, possibly more to her than even her Traditionalist cause. The Ghost could see it well. Had Lotva Shai any knowledge of what the demented spirit of MCD has been planing, she wouldn't be so cooperative. He desperation made it an offer he couldn't refuse. "Go on..." the ghost says as he lets out a happy giggle. The moons of...? He had to be having her on here, and in that instant her expression darkened once again as she passed off his comment as though it were little more than ichor that had unceremoniously fallen upon her. She did, however, keep her cool and this was all important. Raising a far less baleful gaze, she looked upon him once again, but this time could not muster up the faux joy needed to display a smile. It wasn't like her to anyway, unless she was feeling particularly sadistic. -And usually, she was. "You disable the security measures, release as many of this facilities prisoners as you can, including myself AND give me the location of the crecheling, in return for whatever it is you desire....within reason." She made certain to add that last little interjection, she wasn't about to sit here while he reeled off a list of ridiculous demands, nor did she much care for anything that involved her staying here, much less dying here inside, what was to her, a gargantuan living monument to an abomination. She could see in those other-wordly eyes - that constantly peered out at her, seemingly staring through her, from beneath the cowl of the cloak he wore even in death, just as he had in life - that he thought he had the measure of her, at least in glimpses. What he displayed for all to see, and then again not, was a madness even she couldn't comprehend, she didn't wish to either, he was an infidel, dead or alive it didn't matter. Of course, his being here like this DID raise questions as to HOW he had managed this, if the gods had done with him what they should have, how was it he had made his way back here? The consul had her own theories. "Name it, and be quick, before I have reason to call the gods to bear witness to your resurrection so that I may kill you all over again." The Ghost is too happy to hear this come from Lotva Shai, she was willing to do anything within reason. It would probably be too much to ask for her help in actually resurrecting him and the thought of her agreeing to that just to kill him again was not something he wanted to entertain. But would she help him in his plans for her and her people as long as she didn't know she was doing so? That was something worth testing. "If I help you, you will help me destroy my enemies. That's what I want." He was vague at best at his true intentions to Lotva Shai. This wayward wraith has been thinks of this for a long time and he will use his ghastly ways to play the Vong Intendant like a game of sabacc. "You'll get to kill people and do me a favor at the same time. Its the best of both worlds! Agreed?" __________________________________________________________________________________________ Come visit MCD's Orphanage for Wayward Noobs  Even though MCD is dead, his Force wraith haunts the halls of the Orphanage and still gives the noobs their lessons. Even more now than when he was alive, it's a definet scare when Headmaster MCD gives a lesson. The Orphanage was created to help expand the knowledge of noobs in the World of Star Wars. The teachers are the very masters of the site, people who have proven themselves and put in the time to earn that title. I want the RP on this site to improve basically because I am tired of all the noobish BS. If you are a noob, stop off at the Orphanage and introduce yourself. If you have questions, feel free to ask. Please read the thread to see what lessons have been given already and understand the garbage, the orphanage is not too far from the Galactic Dump. The Orphanage is also a place for RP. Mind you not all the RP good or tasteful but it will give you an idea of what you will see around the site. For those that wish to give a lesson, drop by my GB and we will work it out. For those who prove to live up to the Gold Standard, you can expect to see one of these.
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