Ghostly's Things and Stuff [Read-Only]

[Zeno]
- Ocean Blurb - [WIP]

[spoiler]
Zeno did not exist to appease the whims of mere mortals. The mindless drones continue their day to day business as they always do. With each cycle of the sun, in and out without fault, these flesh bags would wake up, eat, work, fuck, reproduce, sleep, and eventually die. Here he sat, amongst the general populace awaiting his ship to embark from the spaceport. Well, not his ship per-say, but one he wished to use for a shuttle. Were Zeno to take advantage of the fact that he had a personal fleet of starliners and one-seaters. To take any "company" vessel though was just asking for eyes to be trained on his voyage; Zeno had made far too many enemies on this plane of existence to warrant putting a beacon on his location. That said, even this method of public humiliation did not entirely mask his trail. In the first class cabin on the Starliner Valkyrie, he sat in a spacious and elegantly designed room, circular in shape with the center being a full bar and entertainment center. Cold, vicious eyes glanced at the others trapped in here with him; yes, trapped, not that they knew this of course. His food for the trip did not need to be burdened with their demise just yet. The console next to him provided a paltry means of entertainment, outdated newsfeeds continued to be drivel, a man of his status knew the corruption within the federation media networks well enough to not pay them any heed. What he could find on the net also failed to hold his attention. In the end, he still preferred the monotonous beat those enthralled in his presence danced to. He dictated when to put himself in the lives of others, yet already he was gathering a small group of the upper crust flocking to his booth. "Please, please, there will be fun to be had, after the ship has left port. Trust me, I plan to leave you all with a flight to remember, or my name is not Zeno Ralin." The abomination did not fault them for their attraction, a meta of his caliber had a natural aura that the average mortal could not resist. Everyone else eventually found their seats, and the intercom buzzed to life much to his gratitude to get the voyage underway. Shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath into those vile lungs, Zeno closed himself off to the rabble of the others with him, his hearing attuning itself to the hum of the subspace drive engines. Clamps unlocked and the massive luxury spaceliner put distance between it and the space station. This ship wouldn't be the only one leaving, either. A popular dock for long journeys aboard these grandeur vessels, four other liners also happened to be departing.

Outside of the door to first-class appeared to be a brief commotion, to which Zeno paid no mind. Even when the door slid open abruptly and several individuals barged in, donned in white armor and full helmets with black visors. Rifles were trained on his person, fingers on the trigger, and surely words were yelled at him. Laws that he'd broken, crimes committed and atrocities he orchestrated, the list he had made for himself was still not long enough to where he tired of listening to it. All to make a name for himself for that sake of catching the attention of a single woman, a beast much like himself, Chance. He did in fact not hear the angered shouts about his arrest and how some enforcing body had finally captured the affliction that he most certainly was if only because what they were accosting, happened to be but a sack of flesh he molded with his own genetic slurry to imitate his person, his life energy entwined with his own to fool what they believed to be impressive sensors. What they also failed to understand, as the starship that the real Zeno sat aboard jumped into hyperspace, was that these imitators were pretty much proximity mines. Only when one of the troopers went to take hold of Zeno, did it go off. The mana put in its form expanded immediately, shredding the likeness of the monster and of everyone in the room. The whole of the room became a zone of nonexistence and left a gaping hole in the side of the vessel. Which needless to say was going nowhere fast. Luckily for the lives of those on the other ships, as long as they did not disturb the bombs, they would continue to go about their joyous and meaningless lives.

A time later, Zeno embraced the others traveling with him in a way few could ever hope to experience. The first class suite was saturated with a thick air appearing as a light red tint. Aliens and humanoids alike were caught up in every sin they could possibly partake upon. The bartender had his skull bashed open with a bottle, the liquor behind his corpse guzzled down by everyone else. Where alcohol was involved, gratuitous sex was quick to follow, if there was a hole, it was to be filled by some phallic object or another, usually in rapid succession. Lips curled into a grin, almost too wide to fit on Zeno's face, and when it could grow no further cheeks split and his jaw lowered. Flesh expanded to increase his size to nearly double the six feet he had stood at before, the creature now reaching close to the ceiling. Where his skin could no longer hold the muscles behind them, amorphous black sinew was shown to the light. Tendrils formed out from the tears in his body slick and midnight in hue, and they took hold of whoever was near Zeno. No one feared his figure, too enthralled in the pleasures they were feeling to even grasp what was to come. A clawed arm, like that of a crab, ripped from his chest and clipped the young brunette dangling in front of him at the waist. Without hesitation she was brought to his gaping mouth where her guts now freely spilled down his gullet, hips and legs were not forgotten, his hand reaching down to grab for him to chew down as well. Even in unbelievable pain, this poor woman die in the throes of ecstasy, to which he let a low, monstrous chuckle. An alien couple fell next this time around; Kitahri, he believed them to be, smooth across their bodies with long slender limbs. He'd throw one right into the swirling maw of teeth that was his mouth while tearing apart the other was torn apart limb by limb from the tentacles for more bite-sized pieces. No one even seemed to notice what was going on, some continuing the thrusting movements of their copulation as he pulled them away. Around the room, Zeno went leaving a rainbow mosaic of bodily fluids strewn about the cabin by the time he was finished. Not a creature was stirring now, not even a mouse, just the sickly sound of blood as it slid down the walls. When the doors to the room slid open, Zeno would be seen in the attire he walked on board with, not a thread out of place. Only his shoes behind him told the tale, drenched in the mess he had made. "That made for a wonderful snack. I do hope the main course can sate my hunger." Dark words were almost yawned as he continued his rampage. A ship fit for just under a thousand passengers, Zeno would make each morsel last the remainder of the hyperspace trip.

When the Starliner Valkyrie arrived at its destination, it did not do much as respond to the hailing of the port it was to dock with. To which of course would prompt unease and concern at those on the end sending said requests. A ship of this magnitude did not just pull up and set up shop, entire sectors needed to be pardoned off, and fastening the massive vessel into place was a rigor of its own. Zeno had left not a soul alive the starliner, however, having the pilot, or at least someone who knew what to do program the destination into the autopilot before turning their skull into a goblet to drink from. Well, not to say someone could not have survived, the Valkyrie was substantial in size and complexity to the layout, with what came next the monster had doubts in anyone's ability to live through. Zeno at this point was strapped into the captain's seat of the starliner watching the docking station come into view. He was here to cause a catastrophe after all for no reason other than because it would amuse him and create a bit of chaos. Being at the center of this mess did not seem ideal, but trusting the autopilot not to dock the ship for him was not an outcome he wanted to see as he drifted away in an escape shuttle. Though the thought of his carnage being seen on board was quite the lovely message to send as well. Before leaving he'd need to set the course proper with his own eyes. A closed fist came smashing down into the console where he had been directed to being the autopilot, Zeno then took the controls into his hands, having little to no experience in flying a ship of this size. It all just needed a gentle touch, one not to blow the whole thing to pieces, but enough to tear it well into the apex of the station.

Warning flared out of the speakers in the cockpit, to which Zeno was humming his own twisted melody in tandem. The front of the ship was turned slowly to face the docks, engines coming to a low buzz to give just enough propulsion to slowly drift into its course. "I do believe you can take it from here, love." Unhooking himself from the seat, Zeno stood to his feet with a chuckle. Beside him in another chair was what could be assumed to be a woman of some race or another. Such words were given because a decent portion of her head was caved in, and from her chest to lower stomach, her insides were spilled out onto the floor. To the escape shuttle for the elite in an emergency situation, the man hustled, lest he finds himself caught in a jarring collision and need to beat his way through the mess of bodies trying to deal with this mess.[/spoiler]