Holocaust

[Rawlston Quinn]

{{OOC - I'm still trying to work out the details of a series of missions that involve this ship. I like the Lictors too much to not use them. I am still deciding if these would be actual missions, or stories.}}


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The “Holocaust”


Rumors of the Holocaust permeate the Galaxy. This “Ghost Ship” was created 4000 years before the rise of the Galactic Empire, during the Mandalorian Wars. Most of its histories are subject to a great deal of exaggeration, but it remains known as the most cursed ship this galaxy has ever seen.


Starting off as a typical Mandalorian Dungeon Ship, the Holocaust was one of the many mobile prisons and command ships of the Neo Mandalorian Crusaders. They designed the ship to hold the most powerful Force Users they captures, be they Jedi or Sith. From there, the Mandalorians would torture the Force Users to see how much they could take. All of them were tortured until they died. Then their bodies would be desecrated in truly horrific ways. Such a painful and tragic death caused the insane spirits of the Force User to haunt the ship. Deaths began to occur on a daily rate as the spirits would toy with the beings on the ships.


The ship was slated for destruction, but it escaped the scrap heap and ended up being decommissioned. During that time, the spirits were unable to escape their floating tomb. They killed anyone that came aboard, in the most fiendish, horrific ways.


When the Empire began to build their Lictor class Dungeon ships, they based them upon the Mandalorian Ships. The Holocaust was an oddity. It was the only Mandalorian Dungeon ship that was modified to be a Lictor Dungeon Ship. Slowly, the engineers and techs working on the Holocaust went mad, ripping out their eyes and stabbing knives deep into their ears. One team was found hunched over a disemboweled being, stuffing the bloody remains of the body into their eyeless sockets and eating them, just to regurgitate the entrails on the walls.


It cannot be clear if the Emperor had a special purpose for this ship of mad spirits, but he did use it to house all the dead younglings from the Great Purge. With the death of the Emperor, the ship was lost; written off as fiction. Now it is showing back up along trade routes, luring beings onto the ship with promises of riches and ancient Jedi and Sith relics and artifacts. Each time another victim boards the ship, they are compelled to type in another set of hyperspace coordinates before they meet their grisly end.


As a result, the ship is never found in the same place twice.

[Dasquian Belargic]

This has the potential to be a lot of fun, as a haunted ship! Imagine the Jedi finding this and being faced with the deranged spirits of Jedi long dead :ohno

[Rawlston Quinn]

{{Only after I destroy a few crews of maruaders and pirates. Just setting up more background story with the next couple of posts.}}

== Codovine Sector ==
== Zhar System ==

The exterior running lights, or what was left of them, blinked harmlessly, almost inviting a closer look at the ancient ship. The rest of the ship was black… not just black, but the darkest nightmare black that could be imagined. It was as if the hull was made out of a black hole and it sucked all the light from the surface of the ship. It hung like a demon out in the deep space.

But it wasn’t alone. It was never alone. Through the empty corridors… corridors that had not seen a living soul for at least 5 years, the sound of screams echoed off the walls, the hiss of spectral sabers vibrated off the floors and ceilings as the spirits of insane Jedi and Sith fought each other.

And then silence… a silence so deafening that you could hear the blood in your ears screaming for release.

Then the sound of a little girl’s haunted laughter floating throughout the ship as little feet could be heard skipping around the bridge.

On could imagine a little girl, probably no older than eight years of age playing around the bridge. This girl stops and looks out the window. Then she turns to her imaginary audience and smiles. She has no teeth, only black gums that seem to be rotting out of her mouth. Her skin was deathly pale, almost translucent over her skull. Where her eyes should have been, bloody dark holes took their place.

“They’re here.” Wicked childlike laughter escaped her rotted lips and she skipped off, disappearing into the Immaterial.

Outside the ship, a Corellian freighter, a HT-2200 Medium Freighter, approached cautiously.