- RP Date
- YE 46.5
- RP Location
- Zhaknrukt Star System, Planet Xefkimuxxthrosho
Approximately 184,000 lightyears away from the Kiyko Sector. . .
Unknown Sector, Zhaknrukt Star System
YE 46.5
Xefkimuxxthrosho - NMX Installation 446 Headquarters
There was an almost unnatural silence in the massive chamber at the core of the Headquarters on the Mishhuvurthyar Prision planet Xefkimuxxthrosho. A medium size, habitable planet, Xefkimuxxthrosho had been used as a prison complex for prisoners of war unfortunate enough to be caught by the NMX during the bloody wars fought upon the far away Kiyko sector and beyond. However, it wasnt a traditional prision. Instead of housing prisioners in cells, they were thrown out onto the planet and allowed to attempt to survive... only to be mercilessly hunted down by young Mishhuvurthyar, as training for the fledglings.
Inside a vast chamber filled to the brim with communication and surveillance equipment, a terrifyingly massive pile of flesh rested. The carapace of what would be identified as a Dominator Type Mishhuvurthyar watched screens in front of her ominously, eyes half open. The terrifying creatures features seemed to tilt into a scowl as they correctly identified the hissing of a pair of hydraulic doors opening: giving way for a rather small Advanced-type Mishhuvurthyar to enter the chamber.
"MY LORD, I COME TO INFORM YOU OF-" The Advanced type Mishhuvurthyar, quite terrifying in its own right, stopped speaking as the massive Dominator type Misshuvurthyar reared itself to look at them with an angered expression. Completely lacking the rather cocky or egotistical behavior which other Misshuvurthyar leaders seemed to always display, the Superior Commander simply struck its subordinates eyes with an ice cold stare. . .
"SPIT IT ALREADY." Was all she said. No threats, no berating. The Dominator type preferred to let her previous actions speak for herself... that and the several corpses of a myriad of different species simply stapled to the walls of her chamber. "WELL. YES. OF COURSE MY LORD." The Mishhuvurthyar said in between pauses as it attempted to avoid the Dominator type's gaze. It shook its head momentarily as it continued on with a lengthy report of the prisons current status, which went mostly tuned out by the Prison warden. Instead, the creatures eyes squinted as it focused on one of the consoles displays, which detailed an incoming prison ship inbound to a randomly selected clearing on the planets jungle surface...
NMX Prison Ship
The decaying and horrid interior of a Mishhuvurthyar transport vessel shook as it traveled into the atmosphere of the planet below, something rather alien to its current inhabitants, which had been forced to inhabit rather crude and unsanitary cells for the entirety of their stay. Each cell was rather small and cramped, about three meters in width, length and height, each featuring simple commodities required for life, waste disposals, water and food dispensers, and a rather uncomfortable metallic beds to sleep or sit on. Each cell accommodated two prisoners of war taken by the mishhuvurthyar during the currently renewed war in the Kiyko sector. The vessel had been travelling for weeks, months, even, delivering its unfortunate cargo to its hellish destination.
Nekovalkrja, Neplesians, Elysians, and more- the ship was laden with hundreds of captured soldiers and civilians which had gone through hell in the last couple of weeks. Granted, through all the torture and suffering they had endured, the Mishhuvurthyar seemed intent on keeping them all from death, or at least, keeping most of them from death. At the very least, considering how they had been in transit aboard the vessel for several weeks, they had quite awhile to become acquainted to each other. A small elysian female sat perched on the uncomfortable bench in her cell, head raised upwards towards the wall as she leaned back on it. Consistent with everyone else unwillingly aboard the transport, the Elysian seemed in bad shape, dirtied and neglected. Most notably, one of her wings was completely missing from her back with only a stump remaining in its place, the other haphazardly bandaged. Her face scrunched into a frown as the shaking became more evident. Something was clearly happening, although they weren't fully aware of exactly what. The tired eyes of the small Star Army Shoi scanned throughout the other cells, watching as other prisoners began to react to the shaking. Her singular bandaged wing seemed to ruffle, fearing whatever was next to happen to the group of prisoners.
The rumbling became more and more evident as time passed, until essentially everyone was aware of it. Muttering erupted from the cells as nervous pacing commenced simultaneously from several of the captives. They were, of course, unaware of their destination...
Unknown Sector, Zhaknrukt Star System
YE 46.5
Xefkimuxxthrosho - NMX Installation 446 Headquarters
There was an almost unnatural silence in the massive chamber at the core of the Headquarters on the Mishhuvurthyar Prision planet Xefkimuxxthrosho. A medium size, habitable planet, Xefkimuxxthrosho had been used as a prison complex for prisoners of war unfortunate enough to be caught by the NMX during the bloody wars fought upon the far away Kiyko sector and beyond. However, it wasnt a traditional prision. Instead of housing prisioners in cells, they were thrown out onto the planet and allowed to attempt to survive... only to be mercilessly hunted down by young Mishhuvurthyar, as training for the fledglings.
Inside a vast chamber filled to the brim with communication and surveillance equipment, a terrifyingly massive pile of flesh rested. The carapace of what would be identified as a Dominator Type Mishhuvurthyar watched screens in front of her ominously, eyes half open. The terrifying creatures features seemed to tilt into a scowl as they correctly identified the hissing of a pair of hydraulic doors opening: giving way for a rather small Advanced-type Mishhuvurthyar to enter the chamber.
"MY LORD, I COME TO INFORM YOU OF-" The Advanced type Mishhuvurthyar, quite terrifying in its own right, stopped speaking as the massive Dominator type Misshuvurthyar reared itself to look at them with an angered expression. Completely lacking the rather cocky or egotistical behavior which other Misshuvurthyar leaders seemed to always display, the Superior Commander simply struck its subordinates eyes with an ice cold stare. . .
"SPIT IT ALREADY." Was all she said. No threats, no berating. The Dominator type preferred to let her previous actions speak for herself... that and the several corpses of a myriad of different species simply stapled to the walls of her chamber. "WELL. YES. OF COURSE MY LORD." The Mishhuvurthyar said in between pauses as it attempted to avoid the Dominator type's gaze. It shook its head momentarily as it continued on with a lengthy report of the prisons current status, which went mostly tuned out by the Prison warden. Instead, the creatures eyes squinted as it focused on one of the consoles displays, which detailed an incoming prison ship inbound to a randomly selected clearing on the planets jungle surface...
NMX Prison Ship
The decaying and horrid interior of a Mishhuvurthyar transport vessel shook as it traveled into the atmosphere of the planet below, something rather alien to its current inhabitants, which had been forced to inhabit rather crude and unsanitary cells for the entirety of their stay. Each cell was rather small and cramped, about three meters in width, length and height, each featuring simple commodities required for life, waste disposals, water and food dispensers, and a rather uncomfortable metallic beds to sleep or sit on. Each cell accommodated two prisoners of war taken by the mishhuvurthyar during the currently renewed war in the Kiyko sector. The vessel had been travelling for weeks, months, even, delivering its unfortunate cargo to its hellish destination.
Nekovalkrja, Neplesians, Elysians, and more- the ship was laden with hundreds of captured soldiers and civilians which had gone through hell in the last couple of weeks. Granted, through all the torture and suffering they had endured, the Mishhuvurthyar seemed intent on keeping them all from death, or at least, keeping most of them from death. At the very least, considering how they had been in transit aboard the vessel for several weeks, they had quite awhile to become acquainted to each other. A small elysian female sat perched on the uncomfortable bench in her cell, head raised upwards towards the wall as she leaned back on it. Consistent with everyone else unwillingly aboard the transport, the Elysian seemed in bad shape, dirtied and neglected. Most notably, one of her wings was completely missing from her back with only a stump remaining in its place, the other haphazardly bandaged. Her face scrunched into a frown as the shaking became more evident. Something was clearly happening, although they weren't fully aware of exactly what. The tired eyes of the small Star Army Shoi scanned throughout the other cells, watching as other prisoners began to react to the shaking. Her singular bandaged wing seemed to ruffle, fearing whatever was next to happen to the group of prisoners.
The rumbling became more and more evident as time passed, until essentially everyone was aware of it. Muttering erupted from the cells as nervous pacing commenced simultaneously from several of the captives. They were, of course, unaware of their destination...
