SWRPF Archive Yuuzhan Vong Imperium (IBOP)

IC as Commander Jah'viin Domain Lah, aboard the Tricksters Guile, Dantooine system......

"Commander, the smaller infidel ships have broken off and a larger one is moving to intercept. Tricksters Guile tells me they're trying to halt our progress using a simple gravity disturbance. And they have their weapons trained on our course."

Jah'viin gripped the rail at the update.
They had called his bluff, soon there would be no need of cloak and dagger.
Yun Harla had blessed them so far, he needed her guidance just a little longer.

"Stay the course! Prepare to release a full payload of grutchins upon the abomination. Bring all plasma cannons into a firing arc to target the large vessel's fore section but await my command to fire. Forward dovin basals will lock to the planet while the dorsal and ventral will provide sheilding as required. As we exit their range of fire all dovin basals will take up a lock on the planet. Our fates are in the hands of the Gods but we will not go to them as cowards or failures! Release grutchins!"

Like a millions tiny, living torpedoes the grutchins were shot into the cold dead of space and fixed their hungry sights on the communications satellite. Left unchecked they could destory entire capital ships, one satellite would not appease their insatiable hunger.

"All plasma cannons open fire on the large ship. Get us to the planet pilot."

The ship lurched sharply to port as the darkened side of the planet Dantooine loomed into view. To starboard, gouts of sizzling plasma were spewing from the repositioned cannons which were swivelling to maintain an aim squarely at the light cruisers fore quarter.

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Tag: [b]LSA[/b]

 

NotBritneySpears

Edges of the System of Dantooine, Outer Rim Territories

Jah'viin released the Guile's grutchins, which fixed their hungry sights on the communications satellite. Not more than a few moments later, plasma cannons opened fire upon the approaching Bayonet-class Light Cruiser, while the yorik-Stronha's pilot worked to get the ship to the darkened side of Dantooine.

All efforts to reign in the 'asteroid' were abandoned, as plasma fire hammered against the shields of the light cruiser. Its captain began barking orders furiously, even as the crew stared with bewilderment at the oncoming fire. Those few brief minutes of confusion proved costly, as the ship's forward shields began to fail. Furthermore, gunners found some difficulty tracking the now rapidly moving target.

Those two patrol ships that had refrained from firing earlier were suffering no such hesitation now. They began spraying laser-fire toward the lively asteroid with the hope that they'd be able to blast it to pieces. And, in the midst of it all, the communications platform went largely ignored.

The Captain of the still-distant Strike Cruiser watched his display screens as the smaller patrol craft engaged the not-quite asteroid. His eyes narrowed angrily as he watched the engagement progress. While he was confident that the patrol ships could handle a strange asteroid, he could not help thinking that there was something else he had overlooked.


Scores of hungry little grutchins began munching away. The insectile creatures latched themselves to the communications structure, before proceeding to secrete acid into the barriers of the base. Its walls and doors were targeted, as were some of its antenna and sensor arrays. Though unintelligent, the living weapons were more than capable of considerable destruction. They began eating first through the communications structure itself, but would soon be inside the platform, munching upon circuitry and otherwise wreaking havoc within the outpost.

 

IC as Commander Jah'viin Domain Lah, aboard Tricksters Guile, Dantooine system.....

The large infidel ship rocked from the barrage of plasma spraying from the yorik-Stronha, caught by surprise in the sudden and vicious onslaught. Those crucial seconds allowed the tiny spy ship to get a sizable headstart in a fighting retreat towards the nightside of the planet.

"Cease fire on the large ship! Target any of those smaller fighters that comes within range and fire at will. Lock the ventral dovin basals to the planet as well as the fore, we must outrun their larger vessels now. Pilot! Keep the dorsal basals angled to provide maximum coverage to the majority of the craft."

The smaller patrol ships had returned in a flash, not heavily laden with weaponary but certainly with enough speed to keep pace with the yorik-Stronha at its current velocity. The dorsal dovin basals were working hard to absorb the laser fire from the infidel ships and would tire soon enough if the gunners couldn't bring one or both down. The planet was looming large now, the time taken to reach the planet was greatly diminshed with aid of the extra dovin basals to speed their way, although the craft itself suffered several heavy hits where the pilot could not angle the ship itself in time to bring the singularities to bear. In those area's scorched marks pocked the thick rock coating where blasts had liquified it down to the yorik coral beneath, although no hull breaches had resulted. Yet.

On the bridge, Jah'viin squinted as the light of plasma lit the forward viewport. Their run would reach its goal shortly and he had to prepare for the next phase of the operation immediatley.

"All crew, suit up in full battle garb and rendezvous in the main hold. Bring full kits, we debark for groundside operations. Pilot remain at your station."

A brilliant burst of light flashed through the cockpit as one of the gunners scored a direct hit on one of the fighters, plasma searing through a weakened section of its sheilding. The remaining crew around the bridge leapt to their feet and bounded from the room for brief preparations. Jah'viin strode to the pilot who was sweating and grunting quietly from the strain of controlling the craft.

"You go to the Slayer, brother. Take us as near to a decentralised population centre as possible, decrease speed for our debarkation and run. Destroy as much as you can, make them pay dearly for your life and this vessel but nothing can remain. Give Yun Yammka his due, brother."

Jah'viin punched the pilot roughly on the shoulder and yelled loudly enough to be heared thoughout the ship:

"Do'roik Vong Pratte!"

The howl came echoing back through the corridors, 25 times as loud as he himself had howled it. One for every squad member who owed their continued service to Shimrra and the Gods to the pilot's imminent sacrifice but none was louder than the pilot himself who was now gritting his teeth, almost in a frenzy. As Jah'viin turned and returned to his chamber the ship began rocking fiercely as the plunge through atmosphere began. He onned his dark vonduun crab armour over the glittering scales embedded in his arms. His coufee sheathed, his amphistaff coiled, his bandoliers of thud and razor bugs, blorash jelly, sacks of magma pellets, his gnullith and masquer and most importantly for this exercise, his glide wings firmly in place. He finished his preperations by reverently slipping the Supreme Commander's villip into his carry sack and joined his squad in the main hold, all clad as he with armour and weaponary of varying colours and kinds. One of the warriors tighly griped a long thick oogzil. Clearly they were a force to be reckoned with, a force to rock this rural backwater to its foundation in preperation for the arrival of Tsarnoq's mighty war fleet.

Deep bass thumps were suddenly felt more than heard, announcing the end of the 2nd fighter chasing Tric

 

NotBritneySpears

Edges of the System of Dantooine, Outer Rim Territories

Things were not going very well. First the Bayonet-class Light Cruiser suffered under enemy fire, then the patrol ships were targeted. The Strike Cruiser Captain had ordered for a pursuit, but the capital ship lacked the agility and speed necessary to catch up with the small asteroid. Even as the first patrol craft was destroyed, the Cruiser's Captain was making contact with the planet's local defenders.

He was speaking with a local officer from a planet-based outpost on the edges of an Imperial garrison when the asteroid entered Dantooine's atmosphere, followed closely by the second patrol craft. By the time the second patrol craft was targeted and finally destroyed, the Cruiser's captain had succeeded in mounting a counter attack, even if only indirectly.


Tracking the asteroid as it came down through the atmosphere, the gunners within an Imperial planetary turbolaser worked to acquire an accurate target and expected trajectory. They waited for just the opportune moment, before they set loose with what they prayed would be a well-placed shot.

In the event that they failed, a TIE fighter squadron had been dispatched, the pilots of which were all too eager to welcome the unusual alien craft.

 

Bimmiel

The warmaster instructed Yomin to land, with just a handful of warriors to aid him. Yomin had been told to recover a coufee believed to be that of Mongei Shai, located in a tunnel underneath the planet's surface.

 

Dubrillion

As Neira

Neira Kwaad gazed at the land around her and could not help but catch the excitement that Kirtii Shah was feeling as well.

"It is a wonderful chance," she murmured in agreement, "A world is the most beautiful thing the gods give us...so much life..." Her mouth turned into a frown for a moment, "But imagine what the infidels have conquered this world with! The sacriligious beings have defiled life...we must cleanse it, my fellow shaper...we must save it."

TAG: NaboosPrincess

 

[color=003399]I was informed earlier (a few days ago, actually) by Mitthy that the High Priest was in fact not attempting villip communication with the supreme commander. As such, that segment of my earlier post is to be considered as discredited. Please ignore that segment, and only that segment.[/color]

**REVISED**

CmdrMitthrawnuruodo

Aboard the Flayed Carcass, Helska IV orbit

It was odd, the commander ruminated, that the acolyte would dare to disturb him. Odd, but perhaps a sign of something powerful in the future for his domain, and he himself. As such, he listened with rapt attention as the young priest asked him to appear before the High Priest, and quite soon. It was a shame that the messenger mentioned nothing of what the meeting was for, but perhaps such was to be expected.

With a wicked smile on his scarred visage, the commander followed the acolyte back to where the High Priest was waiting. The sound of flesh against flesh echoed ever so softly as the warrior brought his fists against his shoulders before he spoke. "What do you seek, High Priest, that involves me?" Commander Shal'vak domain Nerikh had such respect for the Gods that Romm domain Ell would have no challenge in turning the warrior into nothing more than a mere puppet of his will.

 

IC as Commander Jah'viin Lah, Dantooine planetary surface.....

The wind whipped at the Yuuzhan Vong advance force as they plunged from the doomed yorik-Stronha towards the rolling brown pastures of Dantooine. At the appropriate height, Jah'viin flexed some muscles in his back which triggered the huge glide wings to unfurl like gigantic bats. All around him his fellow warriors followed suit and like a band of predatory mynocks they silently fell to the planet below.

Jah'viin angled towards one isolated faming facility, the huge sheds sheltering the infidel machinery plainly marked it. One larger dwelling sat in the middle of a ferrocreted compound. Light shone from inside into the inky blackness of the Dantooine night. The planet was firmly under Imperial control and had been for some time, the farmers of this long cultivated planet did not fear natural predators and perimeter defences were non-existant. Jah'viin hurtled twards the farmhouse and moments before landing a few hundred meters from the compound he angled his body down so the glide wings tipped up vertically to cut his speed. He repeated the move until the dirt was just a few meters away then flexed the muscles around his spine again and the leathery glide wings wrapped tightly into themselves.

He dropped the last few meters to the ground and tried to break into a sprint to match the speed his was moving but failed and tumbled head over heels in full battle armour. Jah'viin rolled for a dozen meters before coming to a rough stop, bruised and battered and covered in Dantooine's rich dark soil. Around him the strike team were mimicing his maneouvers with the glide wings with varying degree's of success. Many took severe pummelings but several managed perfect touchdowns. When all had reached the ground he made a whistling noise which called all the squad members to his position.

Crouching in the long brown grass, the squad gathered around the Commander.

"This dwelling will be our staging position for this operation. But its current inhabitants need to be evicted first. To that end we will secure the outlaying buildings and encircle the central homestead. Go now."

Around him the warriors broke off into groups of three or four and moved stealthily in the clear Dantooine moonlight to large machine sheds and the power generators, the vaporators and storage tanks. Jah'viin crept up slowly on the house, its homely yellow light leaked out of open windows like a welcoming host. He could see people moving inside, carrying items from the food preperation area to a central dining area. He counted 4 humans, 2 adults and 2 children. When he was certain his squad was in position encircling the homestead, he slapped the warriors to either side of him, rose to his full height and squeezed his amphistaff solid. The warriors to either side, still covered with thick clods of Dantooine soil, did the same. Jah'viin strode up the ferrocrete pathway to a set of small stairs to the porch, scaled them in two steps with the third kicked the metallic screen door inwards off its hinges.

At the table were seated the two children and a male adult. The young female at the table screamed, a high pitched squeal followed shortly by a crash from deeper in the homestead where the other warriors entered. In the kitchen a woman dropped something with a clattter and at the table the man stood and jumped backwards. Jah'viin threw his amphistaff and cleanly pierced the young girl through the chest to silence her, she fell from her seat to the floor with a gasp and was silent. The small boy, who's back was to the remains of the destroyed front door, whirled around with eyes wide with fear. 3 warriors appeared from the kitchen entryway dragging a fat wriggiling woman. The adult man had spun around and was groping for something in a wooden drawer while the small boy had jumped to his feet and was about to sprint for a set of stairs at the back of the room. The warrior beside Jah'viin swiftly dispatched him with a thud bug t

 

NotBritneySpears

Food Factory, Planetary Surface, Dantooine, Outer Rim Territories

Within the factory and even without, there were no patrols or guards. There simply was no need for suspicion on a world so tightly held by the iron fist of the Empire. Unfortunately, it was that overconfidence and attitude of general superiority that led to the failure in observation of a most recent incursion.

Adjacent to the factory the family charged with monitoring operations had been attacked. Some of its members were already slaughtered, with others being held hostage. News of the attack escaped all notice during the darkness. The family was not expected at work until morning, and the factory was manned by machines throughout the long hours of the night.


A small, antiquated land speeder was housed within the machine shed at the back of the family's main house. It remained vacant and was in working condition. Had the Yuuzhan Vong warriors that discovered it known anything about machines, they'd have recognised that it was in good shape, for an abomination.


Jah'viin was growing impatient. The weak human female was shaking so much and sobbing so hard that she was barely able to utter a word. Having witnessed the brutal death of her children, she was so completely filled with fear that she could not even manage a whisper.




NotBritneySpears, I may address your actions concerning the oogzil if you can provide me some online reference (preferably a link to a decent source) regarding the creature to which you refer. Other than that, I'm rather enjoying this

 

Kirtii Shah
Dubrillion

"It is a wonderful chance," she murmured in agreement, "A world is the most beautiful thing the gods give us...so much life...but imagine what the infidels have conquered this world with! The sacriligious beings have defiled life...we must cleanse it, my fellow shaper...we must save it."

"And so we shall, Neira," Kirtii promised. "The gods granted us this planet and I have faith they will encourage our efforts to save it. Perhaps we should take a look around and see just what damage the infidels have caused? Once we have a general idea of what needs to be done, we can begin working on it."

TAG: Handmaiden_Yane, Yomin, for shaper orders eventually

 

Dubrillion

As Neira

Neira nodded. "Let us traverse this planet, Kirtii. Let us see what lies before us."

Neira began to walk towards a clearing, which she eyed for a possible base location. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted something. Whirling around, she stifled a scream. It was metallic and sending sparks off its vile body...it was a robot. Neira hissed.

"Kirtii!" she whispered with intensity, "Behold the atrocity of the infidel!"

TAG: NaboosPrincess

 

Kirtii Shah
Dubrillion

"An infidel machine? Horror of horrors!" Kirtii stared at the thing and showed her teeth. "How do you suppose it got here? I thought the planet was generally clear." She took a few paces to the side in order to have a better look at the thing. It was not large, but it was disgusting nonetheless.

"Keep an eye on it, Neira, I will summon the warriors. We must not defile ourselves by touching it unless we have to."

TAG: Handmaiden_Yane

 

Dubrillion

As Neira

Neira shrugged. "It looks...broken," she bared her teeth, "Which serves it right. Go, Kirtii, get help. This must be taken care of quickly."

TAG: NaboosPrincess

 

Handmaiden_Yane, NaboosPrincess, I'm thoroughly amused and impressed If this is a taste of what you're capable of, playing Yuuzhan Vong, I am very eager to see a whole lot more

 

OOC: Why thank you, LSA. Your encouragement is much appreciated.


Kirtii Shah
Dubrillion

"I will return shortly," Kirtii told Neira as she hurried off to fetch help. The planet was beautiful, though the infidel machine had ruined her enthusiasm to begin shaping it. How many more would they discover during their time here? Kirtii was beginning to understand why some shapers preferred to remain on the worldships. Everything was familar there, and there were few surprises. But she was here now, and though the machine was certainly not a good omen, perhaps it was merely a warning from the gods: Be excited, but do not expect this task to be easy. Kirtii nodded to herself. She would keep that in mind.

As she neared the place where their ship had touched down and where the makeshift camp was forming, she began to call out, summoning the warriors to come see the work of the infidels.

TAG: Any available warriors, Handmaiden_Yane

 

OOC: I will be introducing yet another character to serve our divine cause. If there are any issues, direct them to me.

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Name: Yrhoojk Brhaak
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Species: Yuuzhan Vong

Bio: One of the few female Yuuzhan Vong warriors, Yrhoojk Brhaak was born and raised on a worldship during the great crossing. She was born to the warrior caste, yet was never truly accepted as one of its members. She was subjected to beatings as a child, which continued throughout her youth. It was only upon reaching adulthood, when she slew a fellow warrior, that she was granted some degree of respect among the others in her caste. Since that day, Yrhoojk Brhaak has earned several tattooed markings and disfigurements. Her most notable tattoo is that of a serpent, the tail of which coils about her left leg, and the head of which ends upon her right hand.

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[b]IC: Yrhoojk Brhaak[/b]

[i]Dubrillion[/i]
[blockquote]
As Kirtii neared the place where their ship had touched down and where the makeshift camp was forming, she began to call out, summoning the warriors to come see the work of the infidels.

Yrhoojk turned toward Kirtii with narrowed eyes, already moving toward her with precise steps. She watched the female shaper and gazed toward the horizon. "Lead me, Shaper," Yrhoojk advised, her tone dangerously quiet.

Amphistaff curled around her left forearm, Yrhoojk Brhaak's lips formed an expression of disgust, as she followed Kirtii toward the work of the infidels.[/blockquote]

[b]TAG: NaboosPrincess, Handmaiden_Yane[/b]

 

Re-posting my character sheet, then resuming the scenario I was in before I left...

Name: Mel Domain Anor
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Species: Yuuzhan Vong
Caste: Intendent
Bio: An advance agent of the Yuuzhan Vong, Mel arrived to the infidel galaxy in the same wave of Praetorite Vong as his creche-mate, Nom Anor, to bruk tukken nom canbin-tu. He spent his first few years on unallied planets, scouting them for their resources and strategic value and manipulating their governments to despise both the New Republic and the Galactic Empire, thus preventing alliances from forming once it was time for the rest of the fleet to arrive. He also gained valuable New Republic data from one of their highest-ranking officers, using it to gain even more information as he trekked the galaxy for knowledge to crush the infidels.

I had two other characters, but one is a prisoner of war who's going to die soon (no need to post him here ), and the other was the High Prefect of the Intendent Caste when I was the Intendent Sub-GM, a position I assume I lost, and which I hand the respective character over to Dread Lord Yomin...

Name: Ajek Domain Krool
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Species: Yuuzhan Vong
Caste: Intendent
Bio: High Prefect of the glorious Intendent Caste, Ajek Krool answers only to the Dread Lord and the gods themselves. His ruthless approach, cunning intellect, and vast experience make him one of the most dangerous of his species-- even his combat abilities speak volumes, having killed the High Prefect before him to solidify his position as leader of the intendent caste.

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[i]Medical Ward, New Republic Platform, Inner Orbit of Generis[/i]

[ul][b]Mel Anor[/b]

Before any of the doctors could venture to answer his questions, a uniformed man pushed them aside as he approached [b]Mel[/b]. "[i]Who are you?[/i]" he demanded. "[i]What is your purpose in coming to Generis?[/i]"

[b]Mel[/b] silently growled at the uniformed man. Had it not been imperative that he not yet reveal himself to the doctors, he would have jumped up and slit the infidel's throat where he stood.

As it was, though, one of the doctors spoke up in response to the uniformed man. "[i]Please, he has not been given time enough to re--[/i]"

"[i]Don't give me that poo-doo![/i]" the uniformed man yelled, cutting off the doctor. "[i]He'll answer my questions right now![/i]"

"[i]No, he won't,[/i]" said the head doctor. "[i]In fact, if you do not leave this room immediately, I will report your intrusion to your superior, informing him that you have interfered with the patient's recovery.[/i]"

[b]Mel[/b] smiled as the uniformed man stormed out of the room, but not for long. No doubt the infidel was going to some superior, and he'd return soon with whatever security forces were on this platform. He'd have to work fast.

Coughing, [b]Mel[/b] looked up at the doctors before him and mumbled a few unintelligible words, before managing to get out the question "Where's my napsack?"

Everything in his plan so far rested on whether he had his napsack or not. If he did, he would be able to easily take out the doctors and clear through any security the uniformed man brought back with them, and then begin the long journey across this platform to begin the second phase of his plan.

If he didn't have his napsack, it'd only a minor setback. He'd just have to do things more carefully, more secretly. Two adverbs [b]Mel[/b] had come to almost personify since he had arrived in the infidels' galaxy. Or, should he say, the galaxy of the Yuuzhan Vong which infidels happened to inhabit.[/ul]

[b]TAG:[/b] LSA

 

Well, now that work has finally died down a bit, I suppose I can resume my character as well.

Name: Drakh Domain Uul
Sex: Male
Age: 21 standard years
Species: Yuuzhan Vong
Division: Intendant caste
Force-sensitive: No
Current activity: Intendant scouting duties

 

IC as Commander Jah'viin domain Lah: leading the Dantooine Advance Force, Dantooine......

The farmhouse was dark but in the dim moonlight the Yuuzhan Vong Advance Force on rural Dantooine were hard at work. Stealthy figures moved in the night, through brown knee high grass to scout, establish perimeter patrols and secure trasportation. Inside the homstead Jah'viin domain Lah towered over a sobbing human woman, one of the previous occupants of this dwelling. She was shaking, all colour drained from her face, eyes wide with terror and ignorant to her impending demise.

"This one is useless! You hit her too hard, Czulkang! Curse you! These infidels are feeble, you must learn to incapacitate them properly in future! Kill her now and be done with it."

Jah'viin shook his head and turned to the male human who appeared to be the creche father here. He was bleeding profusely from the self inflected blaster wound to his shin and Jah'viin would surprised if the bones of his face were not shattered from the earlier blow that put him to the floor. Jah'viin walked and stood over the unconcious man, the blaster once in his hand caught his eye for a moment and when he turned back the commander decided the man had earned an honourable death for his efforts at defending his family, however ineffectual they were. He grabbed a fistful of the man's hair and lifted it from the floor.

"I commit you to the Slayer, in death I pray you know the One Truth and embrace it."

In a single movement Jah'viin unsheathed his coufee and slashed the mans throat. Wet gurlges sounded as the man, unconcious as he was, continued to breath and Jah'viin released him to drown in his own blood. An honourable death in dedication to Yun-Yammka. He stood and turned back to Czulkang to the sharp crunch of bones grinding out of place. The woman went limp in Czulkang's tight embrace before he dropped her to the floor like a boned fish.

The front door flew open and the Lieutenant, resplendent in full armour, stood to attention.

"Report Lieutenant."

"We think we've discovered a means of transportation Commander but it is an abomination and we dare not proceed without your guidance. Perimeter watch has been set and we have secured a large building to the east. We have not entered and it hums loudly from inside."

"I will come. Keep working on the oogzil Czulkang, I will return shortly. Lieutenant, take me to the transportation first."

The Lieutenant led Jah'viin out the front door and around the side of the house to a large metallic shelter housing various machine. Several warriors crowded around what looked like a floating boat. He snapped his amphistaff solid and tapped the dull brown machine lightly, it clanked back almost in mockery. He passed the aphistaff to the Lieutenant, climbed over the side and stood on what was obviously the pilots seat. The machine lowered as it took his weight and the warriors gasped at what they took for heresy.

"The priests have promised us the proper cleansing ceremonies. And sacrifices must me made if we are to win this war."

The warriors grumbled a dissatisfied acceptance. Jah'viin rocked the metal boat by displacing his weight. He understood there to be some kind of field pushing the craft away from the surface which adapted to his movements. He turned and took the seat with the control shaft in front of him. The seat was too small and armour restricted his movement but he could reach everything properly. He looked at the control board, several dim lights blinking and what looked like small squares that could be pushed into the board. He gripped the steering handles firmly and pushed a button. The board sprang to life with colour and the machine gave a sharp squeal and began humming at a constant level. At the back, hot air began to shoot from the exhaust of what he now understood to be the propulsion devices. These infidels did not pull themselves along

 

KenKenobi

Medical Ward, New Republic Platform, Inner Orbit of Generis

Coughing, Mel looked up at the doctors before him and mumbled a few unintelligible words, before managing to get out the question: "Where's my napsack?"

One doctor looked to another, who, in turn, looked to her aide. The aide shrugged slightly, just beyond the edges of Mel's vision. "We'll have it brought over to you once you've recovered," the first doctor finally said, knowing that the napsack was probably not too far away. "Rest now. We have a few more tests to run, but you should be free to leave soon." Smiling with a mixture of awe and encouragement, he added, "You've recovered remarkably well."

He nodded to the second doctor and then left the room, leaving the female and that doctor's aide to finish up. They would only be a matter of minutes and soon Mel would be given some time alone, after he was injected with another sedative. Leaving the door open as he left, he asked the pair to join him once they were done.


NotBritneySpears

Food Factory, Planetary Surface, Dantooine, Outer Rim Territories

Manned by machines throughout the long hours of the night, the factory's operation continued regardless of the deaths of those charged with overseeing it. The Yuuzhan Vong infiltrators managed to gather near the large building without detection. Given the obvious absence of guards and patrols, it was easy for the warriors to gain entry into the building.

Unlike such structures of Yuuzhan Vong design, the infidel building was made from durasteel and duracrete, metal and rock, respectively. While the Yuuzhan Vong also employed natural substances in their creations, these infidels lacked the ability to maintain a 'living sense' within their designs. The building was truly inanimate. It was abominable.

The closest entrance into the complex led to a long, wide corridor, artificial lights running along its ceiling. Several paths branched off at the corridor's end, with the sounds of machines increasingly louder from deeper within the building. The smell of smoke and the feel of smooth metal dominated that section of the factory. Beyond, was the heart of the complex.

Elsewhere ...

TIE fighters had been dispatched to shoot down the alien craft, though their seemed to be no need. Now, those fighters simply scanned the dark terrain below them, all sensors and scanning equipment being implemented with the hope that there would be some trace of the crashed vessel, even if only a blackened or burning wreckage.

Their task was a little easier, with aid provided from the Strike Cruiser previously orbiting the planet. That Cruiser sent down shuttles and some scanning teams of its own to aid the planetside Imperial forces. Perhaps by working together, they would be able to determine the identity of the mysterious intruder, if not capture the being(s) themselves. With any luck, they would finish before daylight blanketed that side of the world.

 

Medical Ward, New Republic Platform, Inner Orbit of Generis

Mel Anor

"We'll have it brought over to you once you've recovered," the first doctor answered Mel after a moment. "Rest now. We have a few more tests to run, but you should be free to leave soon." Smiling with a mixture of awe and encouragement, the doctor added, "You've recovered remarkably well."

Oh course he had "recovered remarkably well"-- he himself had not been severely injured. Only his ooglith masquer, and only enough so that it would keep up the facade that he was a human.

The doctor then nodded and left the room, leaving the female and that doctor's aide to finish up.

"So," Mel said as the female and the aide fiddled around with some medical supplies, "where exactly am I? What happened to the ship? Were there any survivors?"

Mel asked the questions with the perfect uncertain tone an actual confused human would use in such a position. Of course, the irony was that Mel knew all of those answers-- that he was on a platform above Generis, that his asteroid-pelted ship was either being scrapped or attempts were being made to salvage it, and that, obviously, there were no survivors, save for him, of course.

However, if he could spark some conversation with the female and the aide, he could began to gain some insight.

TAG: LSA

 

OOC: Thanks, LSA! That makes me feel very and extremely happy.

Dubrillion

As Neira

Neira shuddered, feeling strangely vulnerable and exposed. While the logical side of her was arguing that the machine was broken, she was still reeling from the ghastly sight. Shaking her head, she turned slightly to watch Kirtii run to the warriors. She prayed that the destruction of the machine would be swift.

TAG: ShadowWarrior, NaboosPrincess

 

Inner Sanctum, Yuuzhan Vong Corvette Analog Hurr, Fringes of the Galaxy

High Prefect Ajek Domain Krool

Dwi, he had heard the rumors, and he was pleased. There was much more work to be done, of course-- much more-- but the current signs of progress were enough to make the High Prefect show his sharpened teeth in a smile as he heard them. Disruption on Coruscant. Research on New Plympto. Subjugation on Dantooine. And countless other agents were planning and manipulating, scouting and gathering intelligence. Indeed, the Yuuzhan Vong currently in the galaxy were striding forward after the failure of the Praetorites.

But time would soon be running out for preparation, as the invasion force would be arriving in full shortly. They would have to step up their efforts-- especially those of the Intendant caste, who many blamed for the shameful actions of the Praetorite Vong. It was, afterall, Prefect Da'Gara that had led that doomed mission.

The intendants were supposed to bruk tukken nom canbin-tu, to prepare the cleansing of the Chosen Land for the Chosen Race, to sanctify it and sacrifice the infidel inhabitants to the Cosmic Lord, thanking the Creator and the Yun'o for granting them the galaxy. And the High Prefect intended for them to do just that.

"Sha grunnik ith-har," the High Prefect prayed, kneeling and pressing his sloped forhead deep into the vurruk floor covering his inner sanctum. He continued his prayer, asking for the grace and aid of the True Gods in the Yuuzhan Vong's quest to purge the infidels and complete the Great Cleansing.

A few hours later...

Sweating profusely and bleeding from two self-inflicted cust down his cheekbones, the High Prefect finally stood from his lengthy prayer, moving over to the villip choir in the back of the room. It was time to take reports from his agents-- and, now that he had properly prayed to the True Gods, time to give out orders. To make way for the invasion force, for the coming of the Great Sky Lord-- and aid the Fearsome One and the warrior caste in their conquest.

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High Priest Romm domain Ell

Aboard the Flayed Carcass, Helska IV orbit

The High Priest of Yun Harla smiled as he walked around the warrior commander. "There are heretics onboard this vessel," he spoke in an authoritive and confident tone. "They must be dealt with. However, there is one heretic that requires you to gather the most loyal and faithful warriors to the Gods and the Supreme Overlord. Gather your men quietly and wait for word to take them. Yun-Harla would be most displeased if we alert the heretics before we could punish them, so be silent about it."

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Acolyte Yar domain Raatung

Aboard the Flayed Carcass, Helska IV orbit

He did not have to wait long for the Adept to return with the Master Shaper. "What is it the Priests of Yun-Harla wish to speak with me about?"

Yar covered a cough with a tattooed hand, unsure how to obtain the information he wants without revealing his true business here. Silently he prayed for Yun-Harla to aide him in his quest. "I am here to speak with you about some creatures that have been shaped some time ago."

"How long ago?" the Master Shaper inquired, looking at the acolyte curiously.

"Shortly after the promotion of the Supreme Commander and before the return of the Priest Caste here," he answered.

"That is a broad time period, however anything that was shaped then I have no knowledge of."

"How so?"

"I have only been here for a week before Priest Romm arrived," she lied. "Though what is the problem with these creatures? I may be able to correct them."

"Only that they were created. Do you know who was the Master Shaper before you?"

"Yes, Master Shaper Rin domain Kwaad."

"Do you know where he is now?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"With the Gods."

Yar did not expect that answer. "How did he die?"

The Master Shaper shrugged. "He was killed by escaped infidels, I am told."

"Escaped?"

"I know," she concured. "I do not see how they could have gotten out of their confinement, especially when they were supposedly bound with borash jelly."

"Thank you for your time, Master Shaper," Yar said and left, convinced that he had his heretic.

 

Name: Makk Mezhaad
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Species: Yuuzhan Vong
Caste: Intendant
Rank: Executor

Bio: So far, Makk Domain Mezhaad has had an uneventful short career. As an intendant, he usually oversees groups of Shamed Ones competently. So far, what has kept him from rising higher in the ranks is a lack of important achievements and the view that he is too nice to the Shamed Ones under his command and oversight.