Unblemished

[Shoggoth]

Leaning on his staff as he walked, the wind hit Noboru like walls of ice and snow. Squinting his eyes, holding his hand in front of his face, trying to keep the icy needles from doing any harm to his sight. He relied solely on the force. He could see the rough shape of the long-gone crashed frigate in the distance.
His fathers resting place.​

Noboru had come across a Yaka in a cantina on Araknia three nights ago which talked about a crashed frigate on a frozen moon between Dantooine and the Plooma system. Noboru had persuaded him to tell him the coordinates, and now he stood on the very surface.
It was perhaps hard to understand to others, why he believed he would find the remains of his father there. An arbitrary half-cyborg tells about an off-orbit frozen moon and he takes it as a actuality. It had to be more than that. No. But he felt it on him. It had to be. Its the bidding of the force. Though this cold was lamentable at best, it lay a sort of peace over the deteriorating frigate. Noboru used his staff as an oar to carry him to his believed resting of his father.

The metal colossus roared above him at last.
Through an open crack he managed to press himself through and slide down a slope of snow gathered within what seemed like a hangar bay.
The room was dim lit by cracks in the ceiling. He slid until he reached the foot of the slope next to a half-buried TIE fighter.
Tightening his head wrap, placing his quarterstaff on the flooring, he surveyed the room. A staircase to his right, a pile of broken droids to his left and a half-open blast door in front of him. He chose to slide though the blast door and entered a hallway only lit by the emergency induction lamps.
In the end of the hallway he could see a large hole in the ceiling making a spot of snow on the floor, with white sunlight glistening the crust. There was something awfully eerie about it all. The dark hallway, the cold bite in his nostrils. And that he noticed as his eyes adjusted, something was laying on the snow. As Noboru approached he felt a strong compliancy to stay away, was it the force?
It was a body of something humanoid. Shredded, mutilated to be sure of. Strings of flesh attached the body parts together awkwardly.
Its limbs contorted and misplaced. Noboru had only heard of such in stories though he could not believe it. "The sickness".

 

[Shoggoth]

One foot after another, Norobu was prepared for the worst. It had been 16 years since the disappearance of his father's ship, but he had to take all precaution. This could in fact not be the ship at all. The closer he got to the body, the more twisted and contorted he perceived it. Its once human limbs was now bloated out of proportion, utterly morbid. Half a meter away from it, he couldn't smell anything of rot, perhaps it was the cold preventing him, but his senses told him that the years had taken away what once were. To be sure he poked it with his staff... Nothing. Leaping over the cadaver, he took a few strict steps and passed the corner, of some what paranoia that it would rise up and grab his ankles. He took a deep breath, only to be face with another long hallway with cadavers as the previous one priding floor. Oddly enough, the atmosphere seemed to lighten. Nothing in his senses told him that the victims would reanimate by this time. Though the thought of the disease made him put on his respirator.

 

[Shoggoth]

The blast door was sealed tight. Beneath what seemed like the terminal connected to it, another of the carcass of a stormtrooper leaned onto a crate. Noboru sniffed and peered around after another pathway to trail. He stood there in silence. It was all so eerie. But all so peaceful, with but the distant sound of the wind whistling to accumulate the atmosphere. Noboru noticed a latch in the ceiling after strolling up and down the corridor. It was small, probably a maintenance shaft he figured. He jogged over to the corpse of the stormtrooper and tried to lob it off the crate. As the carcass hit the floor, there was a rustling. Noboru leaped backwards.
Its muscles twitched and contorted. Its chest plate was being hammered violently from the inside. Until suddenly. It gave in bursting open, out crawled a horde of gravel-maggot. Disappearing into the shadows. Noboru exhaled slowly. After the sound of crawling claws on steel flooring had seized, he slowly got on his feet. Approaching the crate again, he picked it up and pulled it out of the corner. A chill went down his spine. Its hard to understand that creatures can riddle me with such disgust.

At last he peered into the dark shaft. He could see in the far end, a light pouring in from a hole in the side. Easing himself up into the shaft he could feel a sudden jerk from beneath his hand. He jolted his hand back. Loosing his grip, falling head first onto the floor. Shab! His head ached. Looking to his left, a half squeezed maggot laid jerking until it finally succumbed to death. This place must be stuffed with them..

 

[Shoggoth]

Noboru looked up at the now open latch in the ceiling. He could swear he heard music. Am I going mad? He slowly stood up, being cautious to remain silent. It did come from the shaft. He slowly eased himself onto the crate again. Theres no point in beeing silent.. He probably already heard me from all the commotion I caused.. uncertain he pulled himself up into the shaft. "Hello?" he shouted. A sudden noise of something being knocked over. the music stopped. Dang, it probably didn't know I was here after all! He rushed down the shaft. It creaked under his weight. "Stay right where you are!" His staff caught up in something. He could hear the sound of running on the metal flooring. Ripping the staff loose, the shaft gave after and it fell off its bolts, though only a pair of inches lowered, another horde of maggots crawled over his hands and passed him. He jolted his hands back, balancing on his knees. Annoyed, Noboru grabbed the ledge of the disconnected shaft and crawled until he reached the open latch of which the previous light originated from.

He was looking into a personal cabin of sorts. A bed, a lamp sitting on the bed stand, an assortment of clothes on the floor and a music player laying on the bed. He pulled himself and his staff out of the latch hole and onto the bed. Rushing out into the adjacent corridor he could see a figure running about to pass the corner in the end. "I'm not here to hurt you!" he chased the person through the passageway, this place seemed a lot cleaner than the previous one. pools of dried blood still sprayed the walls in some places though there were no corpses laying about. Passing the corner the person stood trying to pry open a nearly shut slammer. Taking cautious steps, he grabbed the person's shoulder.