Yautja Application - TacticalSpacePilot
What’s your BYOND key?
TacticalSpacePilot
What’s your Discord ID?
Treedog #3312
Do you have a regular character? If so - what’s their name?
Sla Rabre
Yautja Info:
What’s the name of your Yautja?
Vot’ork
What clan are you joining?
My own (Cnãw)
If minor: Give your clan lore.
The Cnãw have records dating back to the times the Yaujta lived on their homeworld. Their way of teaching the young was branched off the old customs necessary to keep society advancing, which was through educating offspring in the way of technology and work, a custom that was entirely new at the time. Nowadays, their culture emphasizes keeping Yaujta history intact. The hunting parties witness and bring back stories to tell of epic duels and battles observed on the planets they visit.
Yautja Character Story:
Raindrops dribbled down his back and soaked the earth with frigid blood.
During the year of 2030 I scoured a hunting ground for artifacts, living or not. There had been a demon I was very keen on tracking, and it left no survivors in its path. I had come upon a victim of its wake. He was a young grunt, a pale and lifeless body, almost indistinguishable, and he could not have been dead many minutes.
The masks bio-scan hinted that the beast had caught him with its tail, put its foot on his back and ground him into the earth. This was the wet season and the ground was muddy, and his face had scored a trench a foot deep and a couple of yards long. He was lying on his belly with arms crucified and head sharply twisted to one side. His face was coated with mud, the eyes wide open, the teeth bared and grinning with an expression of unendurable agony.
I knew the carnage would not end here. Without delay, I switched on my pheromone tracker and marched along the disturbed brush. An orderly walk to the beast’s next victim. I wanted to see it with my own eyes.
The unblooded three leaned closer, nervous to hear my words… The flames drew abstract art in the pitch dark of night.
After what seemed like a trail of strewn about body parts, I stopped to rest my legs, crouching down beside a large, ominous boulder, which blocked out the sun. My gaze kept averting back to the darkness within the trees.
Few words can describe the dread one feels as the faint outline of the shadows discerning that thing wasn’t just a trick in your head, but something who has been very carefully and keenly tracking its victim, all unaware in his hunt.
It took less than a second. It whirled around and stood wearily In front of me. It’s mouth slobbered. It was enormous, the likes of such size gulped room fulls of air with each breath.
It possessed reams of ancient scars and tears in its purple hide, some were still sizzling and burning under the light of the canopy from earlier fights. It had a splintered crest, a long, spiraling tail that could swoop someone from under their feet with little effort. The feet were as large as tree stumps, blood-stained and hardened like stone from years of hauling its weight around, and crushing whatever unfortunate being wandered into its unstoppable force.
I gripped some Liana and pulled myself up, noticing a crunch as my boots pressed further into the mud. Those were bones.
I look up.
Hellish bloodlust sparked in its muscles, barreling towards me as if I were the devil.
I quickly snapped forward my plasma caster and aimed at its front leg. The grime on my caster flaked and boiled as the eruption of my shot let flying and hit the beast square center mass, barely enough for it to come to a halt. My mask screened the stench that poured out of its searing wound. I take a moment to think, not knowing how the hell I would ever defeat this behemoth. My body dumping adrenaline in preparation to escape death. Me, roaring, beckoning it closer.
I ran towards it and slammed its mouth, cratering. It appeared startled for a moment, even it knew a reckless move.
However, the surprise quickly turned to disdain. Have you ever danced under an enraged elephant?
I almost got squished into nothing but goop, as I barely dodged every charge of its feet. Narrowly avoiding getting popped multiple times.
The beast tore up the world around it, forcing its way through the thicket. Even as nimble and small as myself, the vines surrounded and swallowed me whole, so much that eventually I could not go further. I thought to myself, this is surely the end of me.
The pheromone reading grew thick with panic. I peered beyond the veil. It took shallow breaths, sounding much like myself. I could feel its feet mudding through the earth. Was it stuck? I got up, and saw. It was puckered out exhausted, and the forest made it so it could not turn around.
I could almost feel it become consumed by hopelessness. It was enough to coax me out. I summoned all my will, hurling myself like a panther.
But in hindsight, even a mouse backed into a corner will fight.
It whipped its tail around, piercing my armor multiple times. With my own blood squirting away, I slashed through its hide relentlessly, tearing through decades worth of frozen history and the markings of past failed hunts.
I recognized the fossilized marks of Yaujta technology within its carapace. For a brief moment, I had shifted my focus, perplexed in studying this, rather than fight for my mortally wounded self.
This next stab wound was to my neck, and I was at work again. With a daring move I plunged my Maul into the length of its neck, pushing it until my knuckles met its hideous skin.
With a sense of admiration that I almost felt its heart take its last beat. An eerie feeling of synergetic delight approached and I found myself in a sort of peaceful trance. I had been walking for weeks, journeying through this treacherous terrain. Suddenly, in an instant, I heard it, a voice coming from the beast itself!
It spoke something in an ancient language, which I carefully translated. It was beckoning me to come closer, a sense of entrapment. I had no choice but to do as it commanded. From there I was guided through a labyrinth of shadowy rooms and angelic sculptures, the beast’s forgotten kingdom from a time long past. All the while, being escorted by a chorus of chanting keepers, bug-headed beasts with mouths dripping blood.
What next happened is impossible to convey to someone who has not experienced it.
The infinite. A sudden and horrifying comprehension of infinity in its rawest form. It felt dysphoric, with feelings of abject terror, like being subjected to cosmically intense scrutiny. I felt the reduction of myself and all the cosmos to a state of infinitesimal triviality, nearly to the point of nonexistence. It felt like every neuron responsible for fear and negative emotion was firing at once. Throughout this nauseating and unending pattern I could hear the matriarch. Its ugly muttering jaw, screaming psychic alien curses through the last breath of its greatest warrior. Its dreadful image appeared in my consciousness from far away, snapping and seething.
I took a breath and accepted this nightmarish outcome. But then I realized the sound of the forest took back over. The birds began to sing and I awoke on a sweet bed of dirt. The hole in my neck was no more than a scab.
Strangely, I recall my bracers activity showing no administration of Thwei before I went out. I think I owe my life to a powerful heart.