Post by Skribbblie on Feb 19, 2012 10:01:52 GMT
I like Nekro/Neon's idea, so I'll try it out myself, methinks!
Nwehehehehe.
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All sixty new comers to Hekslaught Conversion Camp Sargus were welcomed in a threatening manner eerily reminiscent of Nazi work camps. Of course, these people here had no knowledge of Earth history to that depth. Those lessons never reached the tiny outlier worlds the Sentarians endlessly probed for human weaknesses. Those worlds now fed the Hekslaught army with their nearly defenseless village folk, suspended in another time by repeated extra-terrestrial intervention. The Hekslaught commander, General "Hellcrawler" Hilyke, took a grim satisfaction in seeing families torn apart from each world, individual by individual, child by child, like rounding up lambs for the slaughter. And now, here they stood, the spoils of his conquest, his frightened little lambs. This is where their fates would be decided.
They all stood freezing in the snow in whatever garments they were captured in. Hekslaught guards grinned insidiously at them from every post, for on their world, they did not wear their signature skull masks. They let their pallid, blanched faces show open to the world. Their sharp teeth glistened like pearls, and their eyes shone like polished gold; they looked like true servants of hell. They were once normal humans like the prisoners, and unbeknown to the prisoners, they actually still retained much of their old selves. They still had families, who had been gradually gathered together by Hilyke's snatchers. They were not the old Hekslaughts that remained now as mere mythology to many. Hilyke resented the new conversion processes, which mass produced soldiers painlessly, and left them their free wills mostly intact. The old ways were forgotten, but those legendary first soldiers stood as the heartless commanders of Hilyke's armies. They never remove their masks, they never question authority, and they never show mercy. Hilyke trained them to mirror himself, to be sadistic and ruthless, but these old methods had to be abandoned. He trained each of the original soldiers himself, but as the thousands flooded in from his armies of "bodysnatchers", he found himself unable to handle them all. He reluctantly left the converting process to his newly acquired scientific geniuses, a trio of heinous madmen who once served the Kar'm'lah before their expulsion from the empire for various circumstances.
These scientists stand only second to Hilyke himself in the army in terms of power. The lowest ranking of them is a horrific abomination of robotics, organics, and tragedy, named Gråz. He has little humanity left in him, or so it would seem. His body is composed of hydraulic and pneumatic mechanics and robotics, which are most certainly obsolete. A robust pump within his solid robotic shell siphons energy from the environment around him into his body to keep him at the edge of death, but still alive by medical standards. He's not the most brilliant of the three, but he is a powerful asset at managing data. He manages the most gruesome department of the conversion camps: executions and selections. The next figure above Gråz is a skinny young man named Maunsz, with a laughably casual hairdo. He manages the departments of Super-Soldier research and Non-Human conversions. Both departments are entirely experimental, and often less than successful at their jobs. Still, he is a brilliant mind not to be underestimated.
Just below Hilyke in power over the Hekslaught army is the man who calls himself Dr. Krutzgartz. Whether he actually has a doctorate or not is debatable; however, one cannot deny his genius. He comes across as a fat quack of a scientist at first, and wears a hat that one could compare to a shako, adorned with some medical-related imagery. He's most certainly not as daft as he seems, since he created a system of painless brainwashing and genetic mutation used in all Hekslaught conversions. It works miraculously, and it earned him a prized position as head of the Hekslaught Conversion department, and as Hilyke's right hand man. His genius started long before he joined Hilyke and his army of living devils. In fact, the reason Gråz still exists is due to Krutzgartz's work. Gråz is his brother, who was irreparably injured when he was caught in a car crash which killed their parents and very nearly claimed his life as well. Krutzgartz painstakingly created a new body for his beloved brother, who is eternally in his debt, and his service.
And now here the two brothers stand, doing what Krutzgartz considers the passion he was born to do. Gråz went over each new inmate, walking slowly and mechanically past each one, with his dark mechanical eyes scanning each one individually. He reached the end of the line, then proceeded to where his brother stood in front of them all, also analyzing them. Gråz turned on the robotic-sounding speaker that acted as his voice box.
"Guards, see to numbers seven, twenty-three, forty-six, and fifty." A handful of guards went to each of the numbered prisoners as ordered.
"Have these prisoners escorted to Department D." Department 'D' served as the execution chamber: the gas chamber, essentially.
Gråz continued with his selection results. Some were sent to Department A, the conversion chambers. Some, to Department B, the so-called 'maternal' ward, which served as the living quarters for the families of already initiated Hekslaughts. This department served to keep the soldiers happy, to boost morale by them knowing the safety of their loved ones is assured.
-To be edited and continued later, considering how late it is for me. Enjoy what there is so far. Comments, criticism of the constructive sort are welcome.
Nwehehehehe.
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All sixty new comers to Hekslaught Conversion Camp Sargus were welcomed in a threatening manner eerily reminiscent of Nazi work camps. Of course, these people here had no knowledge of Earth history to that depth. Those lessons never reached the tiny outlier worlds the Sentarians endlessly probed for human weaknesses. Those worlds now fed the Hekslaught army with their nearly defenseless village folk, suspended in another time by repeated extra-terrestrial intervention. The Hekslaught commander, General "Hellcrawler" Hilyke, took a grim satisfaction in seeing families torn apart from each world, individual by individual, child by child, like rounding up lambs for the slaughter. And now, here they stood, the spoils of his conquest, his frightened little lambs. This is where their fates would be decided.
They all stood freezing in the snow in whatever garments they were captured in. Hekslaught guards grinned insidiously at them from every post, for on their world, they did not wear their signature skull masks. They let their pallid, blanched faces show open to the world. Their sharp teeth glistened like pearls, and their eyes shone like polished gold; they looked like true servants of hell. They were once normal humans like the prisoners, and unbeknown to the prisoners, they actually still retained much of their old selves. They still had families, who had been gradually gathered together by Hilyke's snatchers. They were not the old Hekslaughts that remained now as mere mythology to many. Hilyke resented the new conversion processes, which mass produced soldiers painlessly, and left them their free wills mostly intact. The old ways were forgotten, but those legendary first soldiers stood as the heartless commanders of Hilyke's armies. They never remove their masks, they never question authority, and they never show mercy. Hilyke trained them to mirror himself, to be sadistic and ruthless, but these old methods had to be abandoned. He trained each of the original soldiers himself, but as the thousands flooded in from his armies of "bodysnatchers", he found himself unable to handle them all. He reluctantly left the converting process to his newly acquired scientific geniuses, a trio of heinous madmen who once served the Kar'm'lah before their expulsion from the empire for various circumstances.
These scientists stand only second to Hilyke himself in the army in terms of power. The lowest ranking of them is a horrific abomination of robotics, organics, and tragedy, named Gråz. He has little humanity left in him, or so it would seem. His body is composed of hydraulic and pneumatic mechanics and robotics, which are most certainly obsolete. A robust pump within his solid robotic shell siphons energy from the environment around him into his body to keep him at the edge of death, but still alive by medical standards. He's not the most brilliant of the three, but he is a powerful asset at managing data. He manages the most gruesome department of the conversion camps: executions and selections. The next figure above Gråz is a skinny young man named Maunsz, with a laughably casual hairdo. He manages the departments of Super-Soldier research and Non-Human conversions. Both departments are entirely experimental, and often less than successful at their jobs. Still, he is a brilliant mind not to be underestimated.
Just below Hilyke in power over the Hekslaught army is the man who calls himself Dr. Krutzgartz. Whether he actually has a doctorate or not is debatable; however, one cannot deny his genius. He comes across as a fat quack of a scientist at first, and wears a hat that one could compare to a shako, adorned with some medical-related imagery. He's most certainly not as daft as he seems, since he created a system of painless brainwashing and genetic mutation used in all Hekslaught conversions. It works miraculously, and it earned him a prized position as head of the Hekslaught Conversion department, and as Hilyke's right hand man. His genius started long before he joined Hilyke and his army of living devils. In fact, the reason Gråz still exists is due to Krutzgartz's work. Gråz is his brother, who was irreparably injured when he was caught in a car crash which killed their parents and very nearly claimed his life as well. Krutzgartz painstakingly created a new body for his beloved brother, who is eternally in his debt, and his service.
And now here the two brothers stand, doing what Krutzgartz considers the passion he was born to do. Gråz went over each new inmate, walking slowly and mechanically past each one, with his dark mechanical eyes scanning each one individually. He reached the end of the line, then proceeded to where his brother stood in front of them all, also analyzing them. Gråz turned on the robotic-sounding speaker that acted as his voice box.
"Guards, see to numbers seven, twenty-three, forty-six, and fifty." A handful of guards went to each of the numbered prisoners as ordered.
"Have these prisoners escorted to Department D." Department 'D' served as the execution chamber: the gas chamber, essentially.
Gråz continued with his selection results. Some were sent to Department A, the conversion chambers. Some, to Department B, the so-called 'maternal' ward, which served as the living quarters for the families of already initiated Hekslaughts. This department served to keep the soldiers happy, to boost morale by them knowing the safety of their loved ones is assured.
-To be edited and continued later, considering how late it is for me. Enjoy what there is so far. Comments, criticism of the constructive sort are welcome.
