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Post by Emperor Ire on May 9, 2011 23:29:48 GMT -5
 Astrographical Information Region: Mobile (originally the Outer Rim Territories) Sector: Mobile (originally Gardaji sector) System: Mobile (originally an unidentified system) Suns: Varies Orbital position: Varies Moons: 0 Distance from Core:Varies Rotation period: Varies Orbital period: Varies Physical InformationClass:Terrestrial Diameter: 11,000 km Primary terrain: - Rainforests - Mountains - Rivers - Small polar ice caps - Small oceans - Tampasi - Surface water - Northern Sea Points of interest: - Far Distance - Middle Distance - Magister's Palace - Dragon Cave - La'okio Societal InformationNative species: - Sekot - Boras Immigrated species - Yuuzhan Vong - Ferroans - Langhes Primary language(s) - Ferroan - Yuuzhan Vong Government: Sekot Elected meritocracy Population: 2 million - 80% Yuuzhan Vong - 8% Ferroan - 3% Langhesi - 9% Other Major cities: - La'okio Major imports: None Major exports: None Affiliation:Yuuzhan Vong !!!WARNING!!!
Zonama Seket is a living sentient planet
that can mess you up big time if you act threatening towards it,
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Post by Emperor Ire on May 11, 2011 18:16:12 GMT -5
On the farthest edge of the Sekotan space, the Atrocity appears from a flash just outside the system. On the bridge of the Atrocity, Grand Admiral Tuulk and Imperial Regent Kommisar stand staring out the large viewport on the bridge. The both stand sturdy with their hands behind their backs as they look out on the small pebble that is Zonama Sekot in the distance. Tuulk's face is one of passive resilience as he thinks back on the Chiss' history with the Yuuzhan Vong, the issues that started only a few years ago which have left their own lingering scars creep into Tuulk's mind as well, he has his doubts. Turning to Kommisar, Tuulk motions like he is extending a hand towards the ball that is the living planet, the Grand Admiral cant help but comment on the situation. "Well, here we are, Vong central. I have brought you here Regent, what now?"
"Now I see if I can reach someone who will allow us a chance to get closer, Admiral." Kommisar says as he brings his arms from behind his back to reveal a villip in his hand. The look on Tuulk's face when he realizes what is in the Regent's hand says it all, the Admiral is disgusted looking at the device. Kommisar notices Tuulk's reaction and notes that the Admiral has a disliking for all things Yuuzhan Vong apparently. Tuulk stands back in silence as Kommisar begins to softly coax the villip to open so that it will 'transmit' his message to someone he can talk to. "This is the Regent of the Reconstructed Galactic Empire, Remus Kommisar, I am trying to reach the supervisor of the Extolled emissary known as Kaalyanii formerly of Domain Hul. Please respond... is this thing working?"
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Post by lotvashai on May 12, 2011 15:01:33 GMT -5
-The Temple of Life, La'okio Village, Loyalist intergration village, north of the barren southern hemisphere -
Another day had passed without event, another hour into the new day High Priest Sheng had sat, deep in meditation with the gods, absorbing all that the visions brought to him - yet no clarity to the one single question he had, could he find. It seemed that for whatever reason, Yun-Harla was shielding the answers from him. That in it's self was a clue, but until he payed deep reverence, he knew that answer would remain as elusive as the goddess herself.
It had been almost a Klekket, and no word from Kaalyanii had he, nor any of the others charged with the overseeing of this project, had been recieved. The villips she had taken with her on her journey to broker an agreement with the RGE, had long since sat silent. The shapers who tended them had even gone so far as to recommend they stop feeding them, for their twins were so silent they would surely die of loneliness.
Sheng's limbs felt tired and stiffened by the riggors of remaining in one awkward position for almost a full cycle, and that part of him that was still mired in the old ways of their people relished the dull aches and pains that shot through his synapses when he tried to rise, joints popping in their sockets along the way. Tall and lean - to the point of deprivation - he was hardly an imposing figure so much as his rail-thin form was willowy, marked up highly with swirls and jagged tattoos of his rank and domain, he was barely recognizable beneath the myriad patterns that wound around his frame. He would tell the shapers to do what they would with the villips, they would petition the living world's consciousness how best to act. What they couldn't be seen to do was insighting open war on the RGE, not without all the facts. Though he knew that there would be many among them who would assume the worst.
Slowly he made his way through the winding passages of the grashal, reaching the small chamber where the villips had been kept. As usual, they remained on their stands, nutrients that fed them bubbling up in sulphurous fountains around them, the smell was more sweet than rank. As the chamber valve irised open, the shaper adept on the other side crossed her arms in salute, and bowed her head respectfully. When he returned the gesture, she knotted the tendrils of her headdress in thanks, and then turned that strangely shimmering gaze upon the bulbously inert spheres at the central mass of the room.
"Has there been word?" Sheng asked at last,
The shaper kept her head bowed, "There has not, eminence. I grow to wonder if Kaalyanii will return to us here."
"I plan to attempt to speak with Sekot, Kaalyanii's domain shall know the truth." He replied, and stepped towards the villips, intending to pluck them from their roots.
Extending one gnarled and whorl-adorned hand, he had placed his palm firmly over the creatures activation spots when he suddenly felt the creature shiver beneath his touch. Villips didn't shiver for that reason alone, no, their rapid pulsing was a sign of an incoming communication and this one had visibly taken Sheng aback. Brow ridges raised, he soon frowned, the Yuuzhan Vong form of a shrug, wondering if he had actually felt it at all.
Well there was one way to find out - so he bid the villip to invert.
To his utter astonishment, when he did, it began to take on the form of a highly repulsively symmetrical face, complete with a perculiar looking nose skin so unadorned he might have mistaken this being for one of the true extolled. But he had been around long enough to know it was not.
"This is the Regent of the Reconstructed Galactic Empire, Remus Kommisar, I am trying to reach the supervisor of the Extolled emissary known as Kaalyanii formerly of Domain Hul. Please respond... is this thing working?" The still-forming face said.
Both Sheng and the shaper Adept were now looking on with interest, but it was only the Priest's features that would be recreated by the creatures' twin.
"I am High Priest Sheng of the extolled, I greet you Remus domain Kommisar, that is a name that is known to us. You will then know the emmisary we sent to you in our stead. Kaalyanii?" He wasn't going to mince his words, that wasn't the Yuuzhan Vong way, "We wish to speak with her immediately."
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Post by Emperor Ire on May 22, 2011 12:31:55 GMT -5
As Kommisar took a look at the face of the High Priest as it came to appear in the membranes of the villip, the Imperial Regent takes the news of no news from Kaalyanii as a sign she didn't make it off the cursed moon of the undead, it sounds as though Kommisar will have to explain things. "I bring unfortunate news I'm afraid."
Thinking back on the events of the moon, the hordes of undead Yuuzhan Vong and Kaalyanii's sacrifice to see that Lotva Shai not get away, Kommisar's face might almost appear if he had felt a deep seeded respect for the Extolled emissary in some sort of fashion. "Kaalyanii is with your Gods now, she gave her life to see that a threat to both our peoples was subdued. If it is possible I would like to meet to arrange a way to speak at length with you in person about everything that has happened if I may, High Priest Sheng. I wish to tell you of the bravery and great honor Kaalyanii showed, she did the galaxy a great service and if we are to measure the Extolled by her than I feel that we have a great many things to talk about, o' holy one."
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Post by lotvashai on Jul 19, 2011 9:54:34 GMT -5
Sheng listened with a mood of indifference - Kaalyanii had gone missing before, for a warrior to vanish for klekkets on end was nothing unusual, and nothing was certain unless another had witnessed it with their own eyes.
"This news is indeed troubling." He mused, the gears in his mind slowly turning.
The priest peered at the villip, suspiciously, if this was true, then it could well spark another revolt. The extolled had come so far only to be thwarted at every turn by the traditionalists and their schemes, Kommisar's mention of Lotva Shai came as something of a surprise, the Yuuzhan Vong in question was thought dead, killed when a raid was carried out by the Grey Jeedai, on their stronghold at the world of Utapau.
"You have irrifutable proof that this was indeed Lotva Shai? That Kaalyanii is dead?" Like it or not, Loyalists were still highly suspicious of offworlders, the true denizens of this galaxy. The prejudices facing their species as a whole were still highly fresh in the minds of anyone old enough to have been present during the war with their kind. The terrible atrocities foist upon them by a ritualistic band of zealots -those were the words they had heard too often to count. This birthed suspicion in large ammounts among those on both sides of that conflict.
Kommisar's willingness to share what he had found with the Priest, though, showed promise, however. He was willing to hear this.
"Bringing your made-thing ships here may offend some of those still wavering on which side to take in our civil war...there is a landing field close to La'okio but out of sight of the village it's self, I will send a squadron of Tsik vai to escort you in. Then we may talk." Sheng decided with a sharp nod of his head, and he still wore that grim masque of emotionless calm that all of his caste preferred to adopt whenever dealing with others outside their own bounds - Yuuzhan Vong or not. He needed to hear this, and what it meant for the loyalist alliance with the RGE.
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Post by Emperor Ire on Jul 30, 2011 22:13:35 GMT -5
"We don't wish to cause any problems between your people, I will wait here for your escort." Kommisar says with a polite bow of the head and coaxes the villip closed. Once the biot has inverted back to its neutral state, Kommisar turns around to see a glaring Tuulk standing not to far away with his often stoic face filled with contempt and ill will about those he speaks of.
"The Vong are coming to meet us aren't they?" Tuulk says plainly, it is clear how he feels about the ones he people once called the Far Outsiders. Kommisar cant help but respond plainly back.
"They are coming to escort me to their Capital if I'm not mistaken, I know of your history with the Yuuzhan Vong so you can stay here aboard the Atrocity if you wish, do you have any issue with this?"
"No issue whatsoever Regent, I just don't trust them as much as you do." Tuulk says continuing in his plain tone.
"I don't trust them, I've only ever trusted one Yuuzhan Vong in my life Admiral and that Yuuzhan Vong is now dead." Kommisar says, firing back with a remark that changes Tuulk's opinion of the Regent rather qickly. "They raised the galaxy, killed countless beings in the names of their gods and left us to pick up the pieces. They have a lot to atone for if you ask me, if they really want a place in the galaxy and to change the way other beings view them then the Yuuzhan Vong will prove it to us all. And if not, well then Admiral, you'll get to kill all the Vong your heart desires."
"I rather like the thought of that, Regent."
"I thought you would, Admiral."
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Post by lotvashai on Aug 4, 2011 11:37:26 GMT -5
Communique over with, the word was given for a small squadron of Yorik-et fliers to be sent to the Atrocity where they would rendezvous with the Regent's shuttle forthwidth, from there he and anyone he had chosen to bring with him, were escorted down towards the sentient world's surface. The Magister of Sekot had already given High Priest Sheng word that Zonama was well aware of their impending visit, that they would recieve no untoward treatment so long as the Imperials kept the peace. It hadn't escaped the attention of the loyalist priest, however, that the magister had given no mention of what the traditionalists might be planning if word reached their ears of this visit.
With such short notice, he hoped, there would be little time to mobilize and put a plan into action, but that had never stopped the traditionalists before - if chaos ruled supreme, it was Yun-Harla's work. This was how they would view it, it was also how he, himself viewed it, from a certain skewed perspective.
The meeting place had been kept as secret and ambiguous as possible. An old disused grashal at the far reaches of La'okio village, now used for the storage of mernips, small aquatic creatures that were often found in shaper damutek succession pools, utilized for cleansing a sick damutek of disease, and considered something of a delicacy among the Yuuzhan Vong themselves. Sheng did not know if the Imperials would appreciate such things, but if the took a keen enough interest, perhaps the Regent would accept a few mernips as a gesture of good will.
Utilizing engorged hau polyps as seats for their guests, Sheng himself took up his place upon a thorn seat, allowing the creatures spines to sink deep into his own flesh through the shifting surface of his robeskin, with a suckering wet crunch. Steeling himself against the pain as only one of his high vaulted position could, he exhaled raggedly through the tatters of his lower lip, the fronds splaying forth with the air passing through them freely.
With him, he had brought his seers, a warrior and a young shaper. There was, however, a notable absence from the Intendant caste. This was with purpose - Sheng had reason to believe, as did many, that if infiltration would enter their ranks somehow, it would be via the largest most varied caste of all. He wasn't going to take the mention of Lotva Shai lightly, not after Rishi, and very nearly countless other worlds too.
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Post by Emperor Ire on Aug 9, 2011 16:45:19 GMT -5
As it would appear, the Yuuzhan Vong Loyalists move with precision and efficiency to get things underway and arrive on the Atrocity's sensors rather quickly. The comscan officer brings the report to Tuulk and hands it off with a parting bow of the head. "Well, it appears they do want to talk, a small squadron of coralskippers are inbound. Eta, seventeen minutes."
Kommisar looks up and nods at the Admiral. "I guess that's my cue to get going, see you when I return Admiral. For the Empire."
"For the Empire." Tuulk replies and watches as Kommisar heads towards the exit of the bridge and the turbolifts to the hangar bays. The Imperial Regent quickly enters and quietly rides the lift to the forward most hangar bay on the Atrocity's port side, when the doors open on the deck, Kommisar is greeted by Capt. Grizz of the 667th Stormtrooper Corps and his platoon of beings from around the galaxy. The sign of a how truly excepting this Empire is, the 667th is comprised of various alien species; Humans are among them but there are more aliens than humans. Kommisar and his detachment boards a Lambda III-class shuttle and readies themselves for take off.
"Atrocity, Imperial Shuttle 3224 departing with Imperial Regent Kommisar." The pilot says as he powers up the ion drives and brings the thrusters online.
"Message received 3224, have a safe trip. Atrocity out." the Atrocity's CAG's voice responds for the whole cabin to hear. The shuttle takes off and groups up with a full squadron of TIE/Phantoms, half with their cloaks engaged just in case things get dicey, as they go to meet with the Yorik-et that are heading their way.
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Post by lotvashai on Aug 17, 2011 14:31:10 GMT -5
A short time later, the high priest, Shen'g, observed the incoming shuttle with impassive eyes. There was still some part of him, the age old and ingrained aspect of himself that found the contours and sharp outlines of the imperial craft offensive. Too clean, too precise was it's silhouette, there was nothing natural about it, yet these people found beauty in their simplicity. He could never understand it, but it was important to learn to tollerate it, were there to be any lasting peace between his people and those his people had once sought to purge from this galaxy.
"Now, perhaps, we shall have our answers, eminence." A meek voice at his side spoke up, it was that of the shaper, Tsiing Yim. She had a unique insight into the acts of the traditionalists, simply because as an intitate, she had been taken from her domain's creche and stollen away by the very ones who wished to continue the now deceased supreme overlord's work. With them, she had been tutored by a member of her domain, taught the heresies of her kin in order to shape the bioweapon Alpha Red into something more virile, more contageous than anything previously utilized on Yuuzhan Vong or 'infidel'. The result had been a force-seeking specific in liquid and airborne form, metabolised by the presence of midichlorians in the blood of beings particularly attuned to the force. What had happened during it's initial tests had been devastating: While the aspect of the weapon that had attacked a specific strand of a Yuuzhan Vong's genetic makeup had thought to have been eliminated, this was not the case. The scores of people that had died on that test world on both sides had been catastrophic, the only saving grace was that many traditionalists - enough to fill a small worldship - had also died.
This is what good comes of heresy, why an initiate should never be allowed to do a masters work. He thought woefully to himself.
Now, though, Tsiing had sought refuge and forgiveness in the wake of her atrocities, had seen the error of her ways and wished to make ammends for them, live her life as it had meant to be lived, with the Loyalists upon this living world. Here, she could learn as was just. And now here she stood, living proof that a traditionalist initiate could become a loyalist adept. Her newly grafted adepts hand was healing nicely, and she bore the thick circular scar proudly.
"It is the gods will that we hear it from the source. There are other forces at work here." He reminded her, and noted her supplication as the tendrills of her headdress coiled down to tight knots against her scalp.
Warriors and Imperial operatives alike escorted the Regent over to Shen'g and his fellow's standing place, and the Priest inclined his head in a measured sign of respect, befitting of one of the Regent's station. He hoped that the man returned that sentiment, it wasn't accustomary for a Yuuzhan Vong of his station to show respect to anyone aside from the gods themselves.
"I greet you, Imperial Regent Kommisar. And welcome to La'okio. I am afraid your warriors are not permitted to enter the grashal we have prepared, the cleansing process alone would mean we would be required to destroy the structure after your departure. I trust you understand?" It would have been a big leap of faith on his part, and Shen'g understood exactly why he may refuse, but they could do this out here on the tampasii if they so wished, it mattered not to him.
"I have also called Adept Tsiing Yim and my seer, Nehsta Ku to witness this discussion, you may bring advisors of your own." Clasping his elongated, gnarled hands together, he let them hang loosely before him. Weapons were the issue, though he carried none among his grafts, a shaper was always fully armed and highly deadly. Like him, Nehsta Ku only carried with her a ceremonial coufee, a blade grown from a strengthened and razor sharp form of yorik coral that fed on the blood of it's victims. It stood to reason the newcomers would wish to bring defenses of their own, he would allow that much, but the armed men that accompanied the regent would be a defiling too far.
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Above the living world of Zonama Sekot, a single Miid-ro'ik cruiser winks into existance, some orbital distance from the Atrocity and it's accompanying vessels. There it lingered in position for what seemed barely a second when another appeared by it's side, and then another...and another. To the trailing ganglia of each hung squadron upon squadron of Yorik-et fighters, all still staying put for the time being, but far from inert - each and every single vessel was alive, like the beings that inhabited them, looming on the edge of their intended target, poised and waiting for what was to follow.
And then it arrived, eclipsing the two cluster ships that accompanied it. To the untrained eye it would have looked like a miniature living tribute to a galaxy it's self. Long, far spun, spiraling arms, constantly swirling around a clustered central mass which was easily as big as a world's satellite moon. And just as the Miid Ro'ik's before it, this too had sweeping ganglia that held the living umbilacles connected to a variety of ships, though many of these remained suspiciously empty. Either they had simply not the resources to have grown the ones to replace those missing, or they were laying in wait to ambush. What the untrained eye would be looking at, however, was a Koros Strohna, or Yuuzhan Vong worldship - the Baanu Kass'k, it's entire hulking form controlled by a creature known as a rikyam or shipbrain. But while the worldship took it's directive from that, the fleet as a whole took it's directions and coordination from one of the cluster ships nearby. This one bore a yammosk and it was aboard this one, that the fleet's commander and overseer resided.
Commander S'uun Esh, formerly demoted, now reinstated, stared at the viewspider's optic jelly sac with a razor-sharp glare. Dominating the lens, which was easily as big as her entire vonduun-crab adorned self and thrice as wide, she could see the celestial form of the world they now orbited. Zonama Sekot - so they met again.
Long had this world been in creche tales told among the domains of their people, long had it been feared by those young and old, and even those who were at the top of their people's power structure. Supreme Overlords had sought this world, others had denounced it - to their peril. Now it was time to turn the tide, solve this problem once and for all and that would happen. It was the will of the gods, and their will would be done.
Unworldly lean, but powerful with it, the commander had been sent here under the directive of a one Prefect Lotva Shai. As a member of the warrior caste, she had a severe distaste for intendants. Their tasks were traditionally the beureaucratic ones, their lives purely political, though many had utilized them in recent years as spies to place among the populations of infidel worlds, to infiltrate and destabilize. It was to this end that they had begun to overestimate their own importance, and that tugged on S'uun Esh's chain a little too much for her liking. She was not here for that perfidious intendant, she was here for the glory of the gods. To see Shimrra's work finished, and through this she would seek to attain a higher rank, potentially that of Warmaster. Nothing would give her greater honour.
What had been unexpected, was to find that there were the portions of an infidel fleet in orbit as they had arrived. Not within range, but their sensory nodes had been informing them that it was there. No doubt their made thing sensors had told them likewise, a worldship was a tad hard to miss. For now S'uun held off, their orders had been to wait for word before proceeding with the plans, but now more than ever she felt herself eager for battle, to bring this to the door of those who had comitted the worst acts a Yuuzhan Vong could, outright heresy. Cooperating with these lesser beings only made matters worse for them.
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Post by Emperor Ire on Aug 18, 2011 13:09:46 GMT -5
"I understand completely High Priest Shen'g, we shall honor your traditions to the best of our abilities while we are the guests of you and yours." Kommisar says to Sheng in agreement with his words, there is much a reason for the Empire to respect the Loyalists ways as for the Loyalists to respect theirs, it still doesnt stop the regent from feeling this might be a trap. Against better judgement Kommisar orders his guards to stand down and motions to his two aides to accompany him towards grashal, Kommisar hands Capt. Grizz his blaster pistol, leaving the coufee tucked inside his rancor leather robes as his only weapon, and the datapad he brought to show the horrifically violent moments leading up to the cursed moon of THX-1138's destruction before following the priest and his 'aides' towards the organic building. The detachment from the 667th stands guard outside the Imperial shuttle as the Regent goes off with Shen'g, Capt. Grizz doesnt like it that Kommisar is going off without proper protection but follows the command given -- he is just a grunt that follows orders when all is said and done.
Around the same time; aboard the Atrocity...
Tuulk is sitting in his command chair going over some reports when the commscan officer spots something on the sensor screen. "Admiral, we have a lone contact that just appeared from hyperspace in sector 97."
"Can you identify?" Tuulk asks.
"Switching to long range sensor package now Admiral, its big, Star Destoyer size." the Comscan officer says while his terminal to catch up and get a clear picture of what is out there but by that time comes the commscan officer realizes there is a much bigger problem. "Ooooh, frak me..."
The commscan officer's vulgarity alerts Tuulk who looks at the officer with a stern gaze. "Report!"
"Six new contacts, same bearing, three Vong cruisers, two clusters and a Worldship, Admiral. The original contact is a battle criuser as well, Sir."
"I have a bad feeling about this..."
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Post by lotvashai on Aug 20, 2011 8:47:33 GMT -5
La'okio Village...
Shen'g lead the party down the spiraling innards of what was quite literally a living mollusk, the grashal he had set aside for the purpose of this meeting. With each step further into it's core, the smell of organics grew stronger, even pungent in places where the ichor that kept the oca membranes - a living form of entry and exit - was seeping from the ceiling biots that secreted it. Behind him trailed Nehsta Ku and the shaper.
The spiral ramp ended as the inner most part of the grashal opened up into it's central chamber space, where globes filled with blaze bugs hung from vine like apendages from the roof, vaguely resembling over-ripe villips in their outlines. Fleshy Hau polyps had been set out for the guests, while the High Priest, himself, settled for the torturous looking thorn chair, it's blood crust suggesting that it's last feed had been less than satisfying. Gesturing for the imperial party to take a seat, Shen'g settled into the chair with an eerily sounding hiss, feeling the barbed thorns sink hungrily into his flesh as he rested his full weight against them, opalescent eyes losing most of their focus for those few moments. Exhaling calmingly, he waited for the shaper and seer to sit down also, then neatly folded his hands in his lap and nodded approvingly.
"You informed me that you brought with you the information regarding the death of the extolled Kaalyanii domain Hul? That you believe the traditionalists were behind this? Explain."
It was the young priestess that seemed most interested in this subject, her cool green eyes seemed to shimmer - though nowhere near as disturbingly unreadable as that of the shaper's glimmering maa'its- whenever the Imperials exchanged glances. Their expressions and mannerisms amused her greatly, they appeared to make no sense to her, not when you applied to them the Yuuzhan Vong terms. It was, for her at least, fascinating.
Tsiing Yim, on the other hand, was here for one purpose alone. If there was, as had been rumoured, shaper interference in what had happened on that moon, she could at least explain it to Shen'g in terms he would be able to understand. It had to do with a concept and word the shaper's themselves had only just begun to understand: Science. While theirs was purely biological, the denizens of this galaxy applied all kinds of heretical protocols to achieve their goals. To adapt by whatever means available to them. Some of the more Yuuzhan Vong friendly techniques were being adopted by young adepts, such as herself, across this unique village. They recognized the necessity to adapt in order to intergrate themselves into the grand scheme of things.
"Shaper Adept Tsiing Yim, would appreciate the opportunity to view any physical evidence you might have. As would I." Shen'g added, his tone and manner ridiculously mild for one who should be in abject agony. But not a single drop of blood appeared to pool beneath his lean frame.
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"Report." The rasped growl of a voice demanded of her warriors, gaze firmly fixed on the growing image of an infidel vessel simply waiting in orbit. This hadn't been expected, not least of all because it was clearly an imperial vessel, but because it was a very well armed one. The Yammosk had been highly agitated as a result. S'uun Esh might have travelled down to the nutrient well in order to connect with the gargantuan creature and find out for herself, but her place was here, it was vital she had her attention on this new development. Therefore, that task had fallen to the shapers who tended the war coordinator.
The vessel's villip mistress rose from the villip choir, carrying the perfectly recreated image of the shaper's head in her hands. This was what the Villip's twin was seeing at that present moment in time, and the shaper would, in turn, have the perfect replica of S'uun's horrifically scarred and mutilated visage looking right back at her. There was beauty to be found in asymmetry, and the Commander had gone to great lengths to see that she attained it.
"The yammosk grows nervous, Commander, the presence of the infidel ship is not it's only source of concern, the world we now orbit attempts to reach out to her." The slightly garbled voice of the shaper informed her. This Esh had expected. It was the presence of the imperials that wasn't.
"Shall I prepare her for the attack?"
S'uun's black eyes narrowed dangerously. While it was preferrable that they deal with the infidels first, it would alert Sekot further to their intentions. As things were, the worlds consciousness knew not if they were friend or foe. They had come here with specific orders to do a specific task, while the gods had presented them with something of a temptation, today was not the day to accept it. Yun-Harla's hand was in this.
"Yes, but proceed as originally ordered. Do not deviate, adept." Esh replied, turning away so fast from the villip choir that her heel spur scored the coral deck with a loud, teeth-jarring screech. Swinging round, her cloak of command swirling at her heels, she now faced the ships' tactician, two subalterns at his side.
"We are in position, Fearsome one, the baanu Kass'k is prepared. Your fleet awaits your command." The tactician, an odd looking warrior with a portion of his cranium held together by a series of elongated clip beetle pincers, the gleam of white bone beneath standing out against the surrounding, darkly tattooed flesh. He inclined his head piously, crossing his arms and touching fists to opposite shoulders in proper salute and supplication.
The toweringly lithe Commander gave a hatchet sharp nod in acknowledgement, though she was not required to do so, it instilled a sense of trust in those underlings who were foolish enough to believe that they could, one day, outmatch her in a challenge for her rank. Naturally, as with all things Yuuzhan Vong, it meant that they would be required to kill her to do so. Let them believe they had her somewhat at a disadvantage, and the reality would be a humilliating and agonizing death for them.
Raising her voice to levels the villip choir would pick up, the adrenaline flowed it's way down her spine and made her tingle with anticipation. What she wouldn't have given to be down there, raizing that place to the ground with her own bare hands, hacking, slashing and choking the life from those heretics who had outcast them and profanely committed the biggest heresy of all. Siding with the infidels they had been sent to this galaxy to conquer and cleanse. An invasion was not an option, Sekot would never let them breach the atmosphere, much less land any troop transports - Yorik trema.
"Let us see how many of the heretics stand to face us, when all that they have created smoulders in ruins. This shall be the message we deliver on behalf of the true gods, that all who stand in the path the true way will die in ignomy. Begin orbital bombardment."
Sheltered in part by the huge swirl of the Koros Strohna's ganglia, the four Miid-ro'ik cruisers moved into position, forming up in V formation, shielded by the ships own dovin basal banks and that of the much larger worldship, the cruisers fired the opening salvo. Yaret Kor belched forth hot lances of molten plasma, each streaking down argently towards the sekotan atmosphere. A split second later, so, too did the worldship join in the bombardment. And from her command chamber, S'uun Esh watched it all with a sense of pride. Soon the skies above La'okio would begin to rain fire. It was a glorious day for the gods.
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Post by Emperor Ire on Aug 20, 2011 22:47:11 GMT -5
Kommisar looked on and does his best not to gag at the foul odors emanating from inside the grashal, when he sees what he attributes to be slime coming out of the walls he asks how any being could live like this, it doesn't take him much to remember that this isn't important but what is important is the future the Yuuzhan Vong will have. When High Priest Shen'g asks for the evidence of Kaalyanii's demise, Koomisar remembers he gave the visual evidence to Sgt. Grizz to hold on to to avoid insulting the Extolled by bringing 'abominable' technology into their giant clam.
"I must ask your pardon High Priest, I left the datapa... the device that shows what happened to Kaaylanii and the events surrounding her end with my warriors. I didn't wish to insult you and yours or defile your grashal with its presence." Kommisar explains this to the High Priest and his aides trying to convey he wishes to respect their ways. "I can tell you as someone who witnessed the events first hand on that moon of horrors that the 'Traditionalists' were involved. We have samples that were taken from the creatures we encountered there but transporting them across the stars was considered too risky to attempt. From what I can tell, whatever they were affected by seemed to make them impervious to harm and had the ability to reanimate the dead. Several of my killed warriors rose after having their hearts ripped from their bodies and began attacking what was left of my party. When the chance came to evacuate the moon, Kaalyanii chose to stay behind and eliminate the threat posed by the Yuuzhan Vong know as Lotva Shai."
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In orbit of Zonama Sekot; aboard the Atrocity
Tuulk sits and watches on his command chair's tactical screen as the Yuuzhan Vong fleet sits there in orbit and then starts to form up, the Grand Admiral believes he knows from experience what is coming next but keeps it to himself. His thoughts are confirmed as the Worldship moves in to provide cover for the cruisers as they begin to open fire on the living world. When this happens; the commscan officer picks the bombardment up on his sensors and looks up to the Admiral. "Admiral, the Vong are firing on the planet."
"I can see that Lieutenant." Tuulk says painfully cold as he watches the tactical screen, he knows exactly what all this means.
"But Admiral, the Imperial Regent is on the planet, shouldn't we do something or at least try to warn the men on the ground?" the young officer asks, wondering how the Admiral isn't taking this seriously.
"We are but one ship against a foe of greater number and size, to warn the men at this point is pointless." Tuulk says as he continues to coldly watch all this unfold from his command chair, the Admiral is right about one thing, its too late to try to intercede now that the first shots of plasma from the Vong ships will impact on the surface of Sekot in mere seconds.
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Post by lotvashai on Aug 22, 2011 11:48:30 GMT -5
Shen'g waved off the apologies, the proper way to apologise to a Yuuzhan vong need not be observed by these visitors, though he did his best to understand it. From what he managed to ascertain, it centered around a bizarre concept of taking back what they had just done, or preemptively halting one's true intentions. The Yuuzhan Vong form of apology had one offering anything up to as serious as their own lives in payment for the mistake. It certainly prevented more mistakes from happening, certainly if one lived to tell the tale.
That would not be applicable here.
"You were present on that moon? Then you saw her with your own eyes...it was indeed the Intendant, Lotva Shai?" He knew Kommisar had been through this once before, he was simply checking for inconsistencies, some things tended to be forgotten in the first instance, and he wished to know for certain this was what they were dealing with. However, his worst fears were confirmed when he looked into the eyes of the man sitting across the way from him. He wasn't lying, he didn't waver under intimidation - however unintentional that was on his part. His entire species just seemed to radiate and instill dread.
"I believed that this was over on Utapau. But it appears Yun-Harla wishes to taunt us yet again." The sadness in his voice showed it's self in the deep snarl he emitted, there was no love lost for the perfidious female that had wronged them at every turn. It didn't seem to matter what they did, she was determined to bring this project crashing down around them. And who knew how many of her spies resided in this camp?
"Is it possible," Shen'g asked, leaning forward just a notch, the suckering sound of the chair's thorns partially leaving his back audible, making one or two of the regent's men grimace, "that Lotva Shai perished with the others? You informed me that the moon was destroyed." If Kaalyanii had truly stayed behind to see that Shai was killed, then that redeemed the former shamed one in the eyes of the gods, she had won her place in eternity and died honourably. This was to be celebrated. Yet somehow he couldn't shake this terrible feeling that she had died for nothing. Shai wasn't that careless, her entire domain was filled to overflowing with sadistic eccentrics.
"To make the dead rise, you would be going against the gods themselves, this is heresy in it's rawest form. I-" He never finished that sentence.
All around them, grew this perculiar noise, the roar of something flying at record speeds upon the atmosphere, and growing closer with each passing second until it was so loud, Shen'g had to fight not to hold his wizened hands to his ears.
Both his accompanying Shaper and Priestess seer, too, were visibly agitated, and each stood there wide eyed and frozen. But it was the shaper who seemed most astonished, her maa'it's shimmered brightly, flaring as they shifted through the spectrums, and she could only fixate on the furthest blister transparency to the outside. Though it was opaque, her implants allowed her to see through the membrane...and what she saw was certain death.
"We're under attack..."
The rest of her words were drowned out as a huge whoomphing boom tore through the air and shook the ground like a quake, toppling the priest entirely from his seat and sending both shaper and priestess sprawling. All around them the blaze bug globes swung wildly, spilling their contents onto the floor and occupants of the chamber, their brightly burning abdomens fizzling out as they, too became victims of the force that had scorched the ground some distance from the grashal. All around La'okio, the same was happening, booms eminating from further away, some just as close as the one that had disrrupted their meeting.
His robeskins and elaborately woven headcloth all of a mess, Shen'g, aided by Nehsta Ku, struggled to get to his feet amid the rain of searing blaze bugs all flying chaotically around the chamber space.
"What heresy is this?!" He bellowed, too astounded to see the urgency in the shaper's expression.
"We have to leave, we have to evacuate the surrounding grashals and damuteks."
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S'uun Esh watched as the first bolts of plasma blossomed on the surface of Sekot, easily visible with an adjustment of the viewspider's optic jelly, she was able to see the destruction as if she had been little more than three hundred miles within the world's atmosphere. It was a glorious sight and her blood sang alive with the thrill of battle.
Sensing it's master's excitement, the amphistaff - once curled around her waist in the correct waiting position- now slithered it's serpantine way along her upper arm, until it's head wrested closer to her wrist, wildly sissing anticipatively. It would find it's self disappointed today, Esh thought sadly, but there would be opportunities to sate it's blood lust soon....very soon.
"What of the infidels in orbit, do they move to intervene?" She barked at one of her subalterns. It took barely a second for them to give her the answer.
"No, fearsome one. They hold their position."
That didn't seem quite right, and the temptation to send out a squadron of Yorik-et was high, if simply to see what they were waiting for. But for as long as they remained stationary, they were somewhat safe for the meanwhile. That didn't explain away their presence though, and S'uun knew it had to have something to do with what was down on the surface of Zonama.
Her orders were clear, though. If she wished to displease the Supreme one, then she was to go her own way.
"Prepare for the second wave, I want that settlement in ruins."
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Post by Emperor Ire on Aug 22, 2011 18:20:13 GMT -5
Kommisar realizes that S'heng is looking to make sure the Regent speaks the truth, he doesn't waver in his belief that the Traditionalists were involved on the moon, his belief in the truth of this matter is ever present. As he is about elaborate on the story of THX-1138, the first plasma bolts hits the surface and rocks the room they are in, Kommisar is knocked to the ground and is interpreted by the Traditionalist attack against Zonama Sekot. When the Shaper said they are under attack, the first thought in the Regent's mind is that Tuulk is somehow behind this. It made sense to Kommisar, they had had disagreements in the past and the fact that the Emperor backed Kommisar's play in meeting with the Yuuzhan Vong didn't sit well with Tuulk only compacted the thoughts probility, but maybe outside forces were involved. Quickly the call comes to evacuate and another bolt hits causing another smaller quake, Kommisar cataches himself but hears a scream of horror emanate his male aide, the female aide fell back and impaled herself through the chest on one of the grashal's more pointy wall features.
"By the Gods," Kommisar utters showing that he does believe in the Gods, maybe not the Yuuzhan Vong Gods but Gods none the less, "we must get to the shuttle if we hope to survive this."
Kommisar yells for the male aide to snap out of it and contact the shuttle, hoping the aide wasn't stupid and still had at least one comlink left in his pocket. With luck the aide does have a comlink but its crushed, perfect, just perfect. They had to make their way to the shuttle, Kommisar would only hope these loyalists might agree to ride in a 'made dead thing' once they reach it.
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Tuulk frowned upon the screen as he watched with clarity the Yuuzhan Vong fleet firing on a position now confirmed to be the location of the Imperial Regent, Tuulk knows he must report this to the Emperor if he wishes to escape the look of inappropriate decorum in this issue. Tuulk looks over to Ens. Ricky and tells him to contact the Emperor. "Transmit all combat recordings to Emperor Ire on secure channel Alpha, he needs to see this."
That's when the tactical officer speaks up, asking what to do next. "Are we to sit here and do nothing Admiral?"
Tuulk looks over at the officer with a stern look, how dare this officer question Tuulk's actions, who was this Lieutenant to question an Admiral? "No, power up the superlaser and target that worldship."
The Tactial officer is taken back by this order. "Sir?"
We should be at a great enough distance that they should think we are powering up our hyperdrives, we will begin to maneuver like we are going to leave the system and give them a surprise they wont soon forget. It might not do much but it'll definitely get their attention." Tuulk says as he lays it out for the tactical officer, he then asks about the status of the superlaser."How long until you can fire, Lieutenant?"
Still stunned, the tactical officer stammers a response. "Tt-ten minutes at most Admiral."
"You have five."
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Post by lotvashai on Aug 26, 2011 14:45:31 GMT -5
All around them the skies were on fire, each and every one of them, barring a casualty or two, were now pouring out of the grashals in their dozens. When Shen'g made it out of cover, he saw a sight he had never hoped to see again in his lifetime...and it had been a very long lifetime.
Contrary to what he had expected to see, he saw no sign of tsik vai or yorik et, this was no simple straffing run or site specific fighter attack. This came from further afield, or maybe even from Sekot it's self. Above the din, he could hear the anguished cries of shapers and intendants, all rushing to evacuate the damuteks and creches of their mixed domains, send them into the few Yorik-trema transports they had available to them. But there would not be enough by far. Others had chosen to flee outright, heading for the jungle masses and untamed terrain, even as they were becoming engulfed by the flames and molten rock that rained down around them. The air was thick with the sickly scent of burning organics, chitinous grashals reduced to melting piles of slag within seconds, and damuteks sinking to divets of gelatinous tissue, sometimes trapping their occupants.
The words of their visitors met his ears next, urging them to get aboard the shuttle they had brought with them. It made the most sense to the Priest, although the idea was profanely abhorrent, he was no fool, they were all going to die here if he hesitated. And while he was ready to embrace death, if the gods wished it of him, he wasn't prepared to see crechelings slaughtered for nothing, the spirit of La'okio was meant to live on, or they had all risen up for nothing.
Whirling on Nehsta Ku, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her close enough to hear. She did not struggle, nor give protest, simply listened and understood.
"Go to the damutek of the intendants, see that they evacuate their creche and send them to that made thing shuttle...then go with them." He hissed, a hacking cough rattling his lungs as the acrid fumes rose and offended his olfactory senses.
The priestess gave a single curt nod, then took off at full tilt in the other direction, disappearing amid the smoke and flames. During the trouble of reaching this far, they seemed to have misplaced the young shaper adept all together, for when Shen'g looked for her, eyes scanning the immediate area, he saw no sign of her. Maybe she had gone back to the grashal to try and help the rest of the imperials escape...if they died here this day, it would be on the heads of the extolled. This was why he knew there had to have been a deliberate intention to insight this reaction from Sekot, the reaction that was about to follow with furious effect.
Kommisar was right, they needed to leave. Now.
"Take us there, Nehsta Ku will follow."
"The land masses appear to be shifting upon the southern hemisphere, potent one. The yammosk suspects an attack."
S'uun Esh turned away from the viewspider, strangely inert in her counterance and expression. She had been expecting this, it was more of a surprise that the world had taken so long to respond at all, and it still remained to be seen if there would be a retalliation. The dovin basals would hold out, providing nothing overloaded them, and with the infidel ship in orbit remaining unmoving and grossly outnumbered, there was little chance of that. So the Commander thought. It had been apparent from the outset that Yun-Harla’s hand was in this mess, stirring every bit as much as the god of war, Yun-Yammka, that was nothing unusual, they weren’t known as the twins for nothing. What gave her cause for caution, was that one never knew just who would win out. The trickster? Or her more outright destructive twin?
“And what of the infidel vessel, have they moved to intercept us?”
A foolish idea, if they were worth their weight in i’fii, then they would attempt no such thing, the coralskippers from the Koros Strohna alone could swarm that vessel like ngdin on a bleeding corpse.
The warrior’s report was favourable...much too favourable. “Sensory biots show that it is powering up, a retreat is likely, but at a less than urgent bearing, Commander.”
As she suspected, so much was uncertain in this, and she was reluctant to assume anything, but a decision would need to be made. The vessel out there was not like any she had ever encountered during her service amid the war with these infidels, the imperial remnant, on large, had remained relatively self contained and resillient - it was said, during those initial recon reports, that had the empire still been in power, the invasion would have most likely failed. The unknown took on many forms and this was just one of them. But she did not fear it, nor fear death - a cautious warrior she might have been, but she was agressively cautious.
“The fleet will hold it’s position, I must commune with the yammosk...deliver my order to ready a squadron of Yorik-et. The infidels are waiting for something, or someone, I intend to find out what.”
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Post by Emperor Ire on Aug 27, 2011 14:19:51 GMT -5
Kommisar takes the lead to take the Extolled and his single surviving aide back to the shuttle, hoping the vessel is still capable of flying, even with the grashal coming down around them the Regent keeps his head cool as he tries to lead the High Priest and his to safety. As the group emerges from the grashal Kommisar spots where the shuttle should be... its not there. Knowing the other Imperial soldiers as well as he does Kommisar figures they either bugged out like cowards, this brings about a vocal reaction from the Regent. "Fierfek" It becomes abruptly clear to Kommisar that they are going to have to make it out of the village should they hope to survive period, just as the Regent points through the falling molten plasma to the tree line at the far side of the camp the whine of an ion engine seems to grow louder and catches the Regent's attention. Weaving in and out of the showering death, the Regent's shuttle appears to an inward jubilation from Kommisar and renewed hope for making it out of this whole thing alive... until it comes crashing down. Just as the shuttle lowers its ramp and begins to hover a plasma burst strikes the vessel, obliterating it in one strike, causing the remaining wreckage to land in a fiery heap on the Sekotan landscape. The Regent now knows they must either find suitable craft to escape the planet or flee into the jungles, knowing he has no other options at his disposal, Kommisar looks to S'heng silently as it is clear the Regent is out of ideas. ================================================================== Tuulk watches his command monitor as the power spike on the superlaser gets higher and higher as he then orders helm control to begin backing the Atrocity up slightly and making it turn around the slowly to give them just a little more time to gain enough power to tear a whole in the worldship big to drive a Super Star Destroyer through. That is when Ens. Ricky looks up at Tuulk and informs him of an Imperial Emergency signal that was just received. "Admiral, I just received an automated distressed/destroyed signal... its from the Regent's shuttle.""Unfortunate, all the more reason to fire upon them now." Tuulk says in comment before turning to the tactical officer. "Staus of the SL?""Fifty-three percent and rising Admiral." the Tactical officer replies. "We should have full power in less than four minutes.""Admiral, I have a priority message from the Emperor." the Ensign says to the Tuulk as he is still running decryption protocols. "Send it to my chair." Tuulk orders, it doesn't take long for the message to appear on his tactical screen. ---PRIORITY MESSAGE---LEVEL 1 ENCRYPTION---PRIORITY MESSAGE---LEVEL 1 ENCRYPTION--- FROM THE EMPEROR OF THE RECONSTRUCTED GALACTIC EMPIRE SUBJECT: Zonama Sekot ACTION 1: Engage and destroy the worldship ACTION 2: Fall back to nearest Imperial friendly system once worldship is destroyed. ---END MESSAGE---END MESSAGE---END MESSAGE---END MESSAGE---END MESSAGE--- "Hmmm, we have orders it appears." Tuulk says out loud before looking over to tactical. "On my mark, fire the ASL and then power up all weapon batteries. We're going to be in for a fight it seems.""But Admiral, what about being out matched?" the tactical officer ask in reference to Tuulk's previous comments about being alone in the mess. "Your Emperor has given you an order, do you intend to disobey?" Tuulk says, its apparently all he needs to say. "Waiting for your order Admiral..." |
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Post by lotvashai on Sept 1, 2011 15:11:28 GMT -5
Shen'g was confused, he had followed, perhaps somewhat blindly, the Regent to where this shuttle of his was supposed to be, where it should have been sitting waiting for them, but could see nothing, no sign of it save for where the made-thing had imprinted it's form upon the tall grasses of the landing field. Incredulous, he whirled in Kommisar's direction, never in all his days had he expected Imperials capable of such cowardice, this wasn't in accordance with the reports supplied to them by their agents during the war with their people. But this was a new empire, with new rulers and equally new ways of doing things, and of that much he had little information.
"They have run?!" Those words had left his lips a pure shout over the whining din that now filled the air, and over the horizon hovered a sharply angular form of the very shuttle they had sought to escape on. Clearly the Priest had been too quick in his judgements, but it wasn't over yet.
As the shuttle rose into the air to clear the uneven terrain, it suddenly became silhouetted, lit by an eerily bright light that was becoming more intense by the second - as was the roar of approaching fire. None of the party was close enough to have been hit by the initial blast, but when the wad of molten rock collided with the armoured roof of the shuttle, it exploded in a spectacular array of white hot sparks and globules of metal. Shen'g himself did not have time to shout a warning, but it didn't look like the Regent was going to need one, he took cover instantly, throwing himself behind the nearest boras tree in the vain hope that whatever shrapnel and melted substance that did splash his way, it would take a fair time to penetrate the thick trunk of the semi sentient trees in the first place.
The heat that explosion had kicked up was immense, teasing the whispy tendrils of hair that clung to the back of the Priest's skull, up into a heat-strewn dance that was oddly in slow motion in comparison to everything transpiring around him. His robeskin, too, bore the brunt of the heat's effects, shrivelling to preserve it's self, clinging tighter to his wizened form most unattractively.
The first thing he did was seek out Kommisar, finding the man little more than a few meters away with his soul, existing aide. Both seemed as unscathed as he was, that at least bore well, but they were now cut off from their best means of escape permenantly. There was still another way...
"Heading towards the village is too dangerous, we must hope that this attack is not planet wide, head for the neighbouring settlement where they will be evacuating to. Come." He urged them as the land all around them shook tremendously, nearly toppling his frail form all over again. The land masses were shifting, Sekot, it seemed, was wide awake and unprepared to let this go unchecked.
Knowing what this could spell for all upon the surface of Zonama, he didn't wish to take his time over this.
"Hurry, we don't have much time."
The gelatinous nutrients swirled and slopped against the side of the holding tank, while all around it shapers and attendants did their best to calm the creature amid it all, many of the falling prey to the flailing tentacles that lashed and whipped around in an uncoordinated chaos. S'uun Esh was glad that the supreme one was not here to witness this, the ineptitude that many of the attendants showed, not to mention the shapers, would see most of them sacrificed when the battle was over. She should have been contacted sooner.
On lithely powerful legs, she strode up the coral hewn staircase that had been fashioned into she side of the tank, and made her way towards the platform that overhung the very edge of it's top-most surface. Waiting for her at the top of the staircase, was the Master Shaper that had reared this Yammosk from birth. Equally, his tentacled headdress was a mass of writhing chaos, that was until S'uun Esh stepped into view.
Knotting the tendrills in reverence, he crossed his arms in salute, and kept his head bowed appropriately. Although they were equals, she was not required to show him the same courtesy, since she was in charge of this operation.
To him, she had but one thing to say; "Leave us."
Without question, the shaper did so, hurrying away down the staircase that Esh had just ascended.
Kneeling at the edge of the pool, the Commander dipped a hand into the nutrient rich liquid, not unlike one who might be testing the temperature of a steam cell. She didn't have to wait long, since the water had since grown suspiciously calm all of a sudden, with a faint bubbling and rippling just below the surface. Within it's depths a darkened form rested, supported heavily by the nutrients on which it fed. That dark blob began to grow in size in S'uun's vision, until the rippling of the surface water grew into a central mass of broiling liquid, and two, thick tentacles exuded forth from the water, snaking their way towards where the Commander stood.
To the uninitiated and weak, this was often a scene many would fear, but not she, this one had been bonded with her for some time now, when joined in mind, she saw all that the creature saw, felt what it felt and understood.
Standing when the tendrils drew near, she allowed them to seek her out, coming to rest finally upon each of her shoulders, their full weight supported by her frame. Then suddenly, a sharp pain ripped through her skull.
Rapidly, amid the pain her body began to accept, her mind was widening, senses expanding to immense proportions until finally, eventually, she could see what the creature saw with it's minds eye, feel that acute sense of agitation that she had been informed about, and more importantly, the source.
The infidel ship was but a blip in this young yammosk's mind, it's danger senses were bristled mostly by the rapidly shifting tectonic plates of the world they now orbited. Or more accurately, what lay beneath it's crust. Gargantuan plasma cannons were forming on it's surface, easily as big and vast as those borne by the worldship they now hung in the shadow of, and retalliation was certain. S'uun Esh attempted to soothe the yammosk with the promise of battle, and the creature calmed a hint, while she then directed it's thoughts to the infidel ship across the way.
As soon as the pilots in the squadron she had ordered to make the journey - and probable sacrifice - to investigate the ship had donned their cognition hoods, she and the war coordinator were in control. The squadron was away, moving in perfect symmetry with eachother, a standard attack formation, it was time to see, first hand, what this infidels were made of, and if they really did stand a chance at putting pay to their plans here. The purpose might have been recon, but every Yuuzhan Vong woke up prepared to die, death was, of course, the most blessed of the gods gifts to them - the blessed release.
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Post by Emperor Ire on Sept 2, 2011 14:18:05 GMT -5
Kommisar begins to follow S'heng's lead when the ground shakes, he wonders how much worse today could be. "First an attack and now a ground-quake, what's next, a whirlwind?"
His question was either rhetorical or humor to cover up fear, either one was more than likely lost to those Yuuzhan Vong ears that heard it and probably not worthy of a response. Kommisar follows S'heng towards the other settlement where they hope to escape the carnage of the attack, what had happened here was beyond Kommisar's imagination and he is doing his best to keep calm in this whole mess. The molten plasma seems to fall like the rains of Hell, snatching life with each fiery impact that lands from the skies above, Kommisar does his best to avoid becoming a steaming pile of remains.
"Are there transports where we are going?" Kommisar says as they seem to come out of the thick of the bombardment, they aren't completely out of danger yet so asking this now seems like a good a time as any.
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As the gage meters monitoring the superlaser's power are starting to reach the green on Tuulk's tactical readout screen, the Tactical officer informs Tuulk of the inbound yorik-et fighters that are making their way towards the Atrocity. "Admiral; we have a squadron of coralskippers coming our way, from the looks of it they're in attack formation, ETA - two minutes. Do you think they detected the superlaser?"
"I doubt it, perhaps they no longer care if we are merely spectators or not. I was hoping they would itch for a fight, now we are more than justified." Tuulk says as he looks down to helm officer, he puts his feint into action. "Begin maneuvering into position, once we are lined up, prepare to unleash a worthy enough hell for the Vong.
"Aye sir." the helm officer replies as he begins to move the Atrocity in such a way that makes look like its starting to back off and turn wide to escape the system, the hulking ship moves slowly not so much due to its size but deliberately. It moves like a everlasting shadow in the sea of night, its hard to make out but the stars that disappear behind the Atrocity's behemoth mass tells all its moving. As it slowly moves into position, Tuulk looks over to the tactical officer and nods to him; this is Tuulk's mark. With a press of a button the Atrocity lets loose the powerful charge from the superlaser at the worldship and powers up the ships solar ionzation and turbolaser cannons to take care of the inbound fighter once they are close enough to decimate.
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Post by lotvashai on Sept 11, 2011 9:35:38 GMT -5
The high priest, not yet comprehending the subtle black humour in Kommisar's words, took this as all of his kind would have: literally. Glancing over, as they both hurried through the brush, the blades of meter tall grasses wipping at their bodies as they passed through, weaving paths through the tampasi.
"Those have yet to come, when they occur, we will know that Sekot has entered darkspace - in this instance we must seek shelter immediately." For the time being though, they would have to keep going, there were no nearby caves or shelters that weren't at risk from the orbital bombardment, they had no choice but to leave La'okio - it was a lost cause.
At their back's he could feel it all, he didn't need to see it, the destruction, the devastation. Many would not make it out alive, the village burned like a shining beacon on the hill it was situated upon. Sending out a message to all surrounding settlements, that death had come for those who chose to live in heresy. This was how it would be viewed, Shen'g knew, and it saddened him to the point he was almost overwhelmed. All their good work, gone...
And he could never get it back.
It was the only reason he had suggested going this way, though they would need to make it hasty, there would be few yorik trema due to the agreements with the denizens of this galaxy years before. Few Yuuzhan Vong chose to leave Zonama, let alone do so in large numbers. What large transports there were were used to ferry people too and from neighbouring settlements, carry warriors and workers alike.
"If we hurry, there may be some left, but we cannot afford to slow down, the priority will be given to the settlements most important, and the crechelings."
The small group trudged through the tampasi, every so often they would be shook to the ground as quakes wracked the planet's surface, mountains rising up from the bowels of the earth to rain down their poison on their attackers. Though they had little to fear from such things, their main concern was falling debris and the retalliation. It wasn't letting up...Shen'g wondered if he should have been telling the Regent to prepare for death, because as things stood, they were both going to be meeting Yun-Yuuzhan this day.
Impossibly, at last, the first grashals of the nearest outlaying settlement came into view, heralded by the glorious sight of tsik vai and Yorik trema alike, taking flight up and away from the settlement grounds. The place looked near deserted already, they would be hard pressed to find what they needed, especially with two humans in tow.
As the yorik-et streaked across the vast blanket of darkness, on a bearing bound straight for their main target, the Yammosk, guided by S'uun's own thoughts and feelings, directed the craft round to bank on the supposedly retreating vessel's right flank. The gargantuan Atrocity - aptly named, though the Commander would never know it - appeared to be maneuvering in such a way that it indicated it was making a retreat. A pitiful move, but these were infidels, everything about them was to do with preserving their own lives. It made them weak, and it was that weakness she sought to exploit.
What was supicious about the whole thing, was that they hadn't so much as appeared to retrieve whatever they had been waiting for on world. No made thing transport had travelled up from the surface, nothing, so far as she could see, had gone down either. So what were they doing here, diversionary tactics? Possibly. But it didn't settle right in her gut, and that feeling was amplified as her mind bonded with that of the Yammosk, currently telling her 'young' to be cautious.
Reaching out through the psychic connections, S'uun saw what the pilot of the Yorik et was seeing, the disgustingly angular vessel, all rivets and sheet durasteel, hidden behind a cloak of darkness, coming up fast through the mica canopy. She sensed the pilots bitter determination, fed upon his anger and returned it, when a sharp jolt of pain, a mental jab from the Yammosk threw her completely, signalling the order to fire.
Though the sensation near split her skull in two, she bore it well, little more than a grimaced growl passing her tattered lips, flecked with spittle as her grip on the yammosk's tentacles grew tighter, steadying herself for the opening salvo. Reaffirming the order, the fighters, now approaching their mark, twisted so sharply in unison that a standard fighter pilot would have been hard pressed to dog them in their movements. Coming around as they did, they let fly, pouring short, sharp bursts of superheated plasma where the vessel's shield generators should have been located. One simple squadron would have been no match for the infidels, she knew this, but goading them into something far greater would perhaps see to it, that whatever they were waiting for didn't escape off world. That whoever was down there would perish with the rest of them.
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Post by Emperor Ire on Sept 13, 2011 23:31:53 GMT -5
Kommisar pushes himself upon hearing Shen'g, using the memory of the undead moon to motivate him to keep his legs moving, as the group of Extolled and Imperials neared the outskirts of the nearly abandoned settlement the Regent lets out an almost relieved sigh. As the vessels stream across the sky in their fleeing, Kommisar realizes he has never stepped foot inside a Yuuzhan Vong ship before, he hopes there is something left for them to escape aboard.
Well then, lets try to find a ship and get out of here shall we?" Kommisar rethorically asks, its a remark that prompts Kommisar's aide to head on forward in hopes of getting out alive. The aide is obviously scared and not thinking about where he is or where he is walking, he takes several steps off the ridge towards a slight embankment that leads to the village before he stops dead in his tracks... literally.
As the aide falls forward dead, a couffee is sticking out of the aide's back, Kommisar doesnt see who threw it but instinctively pulls his own couffee, given to him by Kaalyanii, and goes towards the aide to check him. The Regent stops when one of the alert warriors stops him and gives the infidel Regent a discouraging shake of his head; it was something Kommisar didn't know existed in the Yuuzhan Vong culture, warning a one time enemy of danger, its enough to make him heed the warrior's warning. That is when Kommisar sees what caused the aide's death up in one of the trees; a young warrior who doesn't look too happy and even less happy to see Kommisar, he points to Kommisar and utters a phrase with a single word in basic. "Remaga corlat, migan yam, infidel."
I have a feeling this one doesn't much appreciate my presence here." Kommisar says to Shen'g as he keeps his eyes on the Yuuzhan Vong in the trees, waiting to see if he will attack or not, this would only make getting to a ship and getting to safety that much harder.
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Tuulk watched with growing anticipation as the Vong coralskippers approached and the Atrocity moved into proper alignment to take aim at the worldship, even as the first salvos from the coralskippers strike the Atrocity, the Admiral keeps his cool even when the tactical officer reports that their shield generators are being attacked. "Sir, shields are down to seventy-eight percent."
"Helm, are we in position?" Tuulk says in reply to the report.
"Yes sir, Admiral." the helm officer replies; Tuulk looks over to the Tactical officer and nods.
"Fire on that worldship and swat those bothersome flies." Tuulk orders coldly, the tactical officer goes and relays the order to fire the superlaser and orders the weapon systems online and shoots back at the aggressive Yuuzhan Vong. With no little to no warning the lights along the spine of the axial superlaser light up quickly as it discharges a ground-cracking blast against the worldship; there is a slight delay between it firing and the solar ionization canons coming to life to take care of the swarming squadron of Yuuzhan Vong starfighters.
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