&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Failure, Warmaster, is not an option.” Lord Shimmra spoke soothingly, but threateningly into his villip pod. On the other end of the villip, the newly promoted Warmaster had big shoes to fill. Tsavong Lah had ultimately failed the Supreme Overlord and disgraced Domain Lah.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp To fill Lah’s shoe, the Supreme Overlord Shimmra found an unlikely candidate in the domain Dwamor, Zhin Dwamor. At the time of his finding, Zhin Dwamor commanded over a rather pitiful—compared to Yuuzhan Vong standards—and was just a lowly commander. Little had come of domain Dwamor before the Supreme Overlord found Zhin. After a few months in the Supreme Overlord’s intense berthing program, Lord Shimmra sculpted a fine Warmaster by any standards.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Still, Lord Shimmra had misgivings. The time between Tsavong Lah’s expulsion had been horrible for the Yuuzhan Vong. The only one capable of filling Lah’s Tsai was the executor Nom Anor—already a failure. Nom’s acceleration to Warmaster had looked bad in Shimmra’s political light, but most did not question his decisions: only the pathetic infidels questioned Lord Shimmra.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp In the coming years, Lord Shimmra would show the infidels just how foolish they were. That march through the galaxy would start today with Warmaster Zhin Dwamor’s first open campaign.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “I repeat Warmaster. Failure is not an option…” Lord Shimmra stroked his villip, then all together stopped, leaving the Warmaster Zhin no time to reply. There was only one answer to the command. Lord Shimmra need not waste his time.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp The Supreme Overlord was one step closer to beginning his master plan.

The villip transformed back to its small putty state as the Supreme Overlord's facial mold dispersed. Zhin gulped sluightly, a bit taken back by the harsh words he'd offered, but thus was the way of a Yuuzhan Vong warrior. Life was hard, ye full of glory, with nothing short of honor at the end. he was here now, on the first glorious worldship en route to the Taloraan system. but the takeover of this planet would not be hostily, lest that would attract much unwanted attention. The great Yammosk had agreed with Zhin's wise choice to gain the support of Taloraan. With such an industrially important location, they would already have a strong hold on the galactic presence. Even better, all civilization was based in the sky, and the worldship could park itself on the ground, no one would suspect a thing.

Warmaster Zhin would go first, to begin negotiations. The New Warmaster was only here now thanks to the unworthy Vong whom had attacked Capricia and were failing miserably. None would suspect that what was about to spew forth from normally a pacifist planet. The great worldship was already in circling Taloraan's moon, as to shield themselves from any radar attempts.

All that came forth was a <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Lambda<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->-Class Shuttle, which held Warmaster Zhin. He was standing secludedly from his hand chosen pilots in the holding chamber of the ship. Lifting the ooglith cloaker high above his mouth, he started at the creature, squirming in his hands.
It was an amazing creature, being able to tear into the skin and transform the looks to their bidding. This was meant to make it possible for the Warmaster to be exposed to the infidels without giving off their true form.


With no hesitation of any kind, he let the worm go, and immediately began tearing into the Warmaster’s already scarred flesh. He let out a yell of joyful pain as it sunk into him, almost completely changing his appearance. Zhin tested his newly shaped jaw, and examined his hands. All was ready for the warmaster’s decent toward the planet. He’d already applied the ooglish masquer to his ear and thus would be able to comprehend as well as speak the Basic tongue the infidels spoke.

“Warmaster Zhin,” one of the pilots called from the cockpit of the shuttle. Zhin turned his attention from the view port and with thus faced the cockpit to see what the lesser Yuuzhan Vong warrior had to say. “We are nearing the infidels’ atmosphere and will be at the docking bay soon.” Zhin let his newly transformed lips curl into an evil grin, but he soon let that curl away, honing all seriousness to the situation. The small ship shook violently as the friction of the atmosphere rubbed against the tiny shuttle. There was a few seconds of excessive heat, but it faded quickly.

Taloraan was indeed as beautiful as said, with puffy white clouds dotting the perfect turqoise sky. A large city surrounded by several small platforms of metallic barrels took hold in the center in the center of the sky, it must have been the capital. Zhin, though amazed at the unison and order, was quite disgusted with the mechanics and technology.

Upon the sensor relay came six blue blips, indicating neutral craft. Judging by the speed, they were fighter craft. At first a gland of worry traced into the Warmaster….it would not be an honorable or glorious death if he died on a diplomatic mission…as the Warmaster even. However, when he thought of the circumstances involved, wars would break out, deaths would occur, and none of it would be worth shooting down one single shuttle in the safe zone.

They were A-Wings, the most common fighters of the Taloraan forces due to their incredible speed and ability and ability to travel through clouds with no disturbances. Still they were inferior to the coral skippers of the Praetorite Vong. They swung around in an escort formation around the shuttle, two on the top, two on the sides, and two on the bottom.

“Attention Shuttle Tiger Claw, we have you in an escort position and will guard you inward to Platform 612,” one of the A-Wing pilots told them, and another grin stretched itself unto the Yuuzhan Vong’s lips.

“Thank you, we are now inbound bearing lambda echo foxtrot thesus,” the pilot said with a nod, even though the other could not see him.

Not long thereafter the shuttle had landed and Zhin was exiting the Lambda Shuttle and protruding down the ramp. Chancellor Qui’Zere was there to greet him.


“Ah good day, good day!” Qui’Zere exclaimed. Surrounding the two were nearly a whole hundred guards and workers. The room looked of that of any other docking bay, with gray steel walls and several working druids. The air was slightly cool with a small chill, the air stale smelling.

“It is an honor to be here Chancellor, you are welcoming me with awesome proud,” Zhin remarked cheerfully, but judging by the inquisitive looks, he’d said it wrong. The warmaster thought quickly to correct his error. “I mean, your welcoming brings me much ride.” The chancellor smiled, and the Yuuzhan Vong was relieved.

“We have much to discuss Ambassador, perhaps you would like to see your quarters and rest before we begin?” Qui’Zere inquired excitedly, trying to make the other as comfortable as possible. The Yuuzhan Vong shook his head.

“No Chancellor, I would like to get a kick start as soon as possible.”

“I see, well then, please follow me,” and with that Qui’Zere and Dwamor were off to the negotiations chambers to discuss terms and deals.

So far Chancellor Qui'Zere was greatly pleased with the progress of the negotiations. so far Ambassador Zhin had agreed to everything the Chancellor had presented without arguement. The populace loved him, he was very politically correct, and there were no arguements. Zhin Dwamor was like a dream come true.

They were sitting at a conclave table, and Zhin had negotiated his way to heirhood, convincing the Chancellor he would be running for office and would exxhibit extreme loyalty to Taloraan. There was something about Zhin that convinced Qui'Zere he was trustworthy.

Qui'Zere took a long puff from his Corellian cigar, before signing the final document. Zhin mimicked his moves, placing his own signature on the document.

"Zhin my boy, I don't think I've ever been more pleased with anyone before," he said, easing himself back in his chair. The Warmaster simply nodded his approval. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> If only he knew<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->...Zhin thought, mentally smirking to himself.

"This shall turn out quite well," he said quite simply. Chancellor Qui'Zere rose from his seat and began walking toward the exit. But when he reached the door, he turned, his bare face exposing a bright smile.

"There is a surprise for you in your room," Qui'Zere said with a wink before exiting the chamber. The Yuuzhan Vong Warmaster nearly found himself gagging from all the formality presented. But judging by the time, he would have to go to his room and make some last minute preparations before landing his forces.

He looked at the document on the table through tired, groggy eyes, and had to smile at himself through the disguise. How easily Humans were manipulated. Chancellor Qui'Zere was just begging the Praetorite vong to crush his pitiful galaxy. But there was nothing mroe he could do today, and therefore exited to his chambers.

Many times he was stopped to greet someone, or to answer some petty question of no importance. humans were too openly curious. But finally, after much delay, he arrived at the silver coated door that were his private chambers. The Warmaster entered the code into the pad, which opened the door and allowed him to enter. But his awrrior senses told him something was wrong, even before he entered...there was someone else in the room.

He reached for his staff, taking the grip tightly as he entered. All warrior senses were honed and ready, hand ready to strike down his enemy. But when Zhin entered the room he saw something he did not expect. Lying sprawled out on his bed in all seductive form possible lay a bare blue skinned Twi'let woman. His jaw took a downward leap to the floor when he saw her, ecstasy dripping from her pleasure begging face.

"Who are you?" the Warmaster demanded, but the woman's face remained neutral, she was used to this.

"My name is Starlight," she said, her tone seductive and nearly moan filled. "Your temptress for the night."

"Who sent you?"

"Chancellor Qui'Zere of course," ehs aid, rising from her position on the bed and pressing her body against the Yuuzhan Vong's. He elt go of his grip on the staff, this must have been the surprise he was talking about. Before he could ask any furhter questions, she silenced him with a tender kiss. It took a long moment, but when the two sets of lips broke, the Twi'let wmoan wasted no time in placing his hand on her chest. "Take me Ambassador," she moaned...Zhin knew what she wanted...and he would give it to her.





The Warmaster tore off of her, after nearly two hours of screams and moans, and he collapsed on the bed next to her. The Twi'let was still panting for breath, her chest heaving up and down under the blankets. Zhin's face however, was neutral. he did indeed enjoy himself, but he would never admit how much.

"I must relieve myself," I shall return," he said, and tucked himself out of the bed, heading toward the restroom. When he entered, the Warmaster made sure the door was shut and no one could hear from the other side. he winced as the ooglith cloaker began to tear away thet false skin, dropping large lumps of it on the floor. He bit down on his bottom lip as not to scream out in exquisitive splending pain.

The Warmaster, now in his full Yuuzhan Vong form, removed his villip and set it on the sink. He awaited it to transform to the shape of Prefect Xvel. The other Yuuzhan Vong grinned excitedly.

"Warmaster Zhin, you honor me with your presence, even if just over villip," the villip told him in the Yuuzhan Vong tongue. Zhin nodded his approval.

"Is everything ready for your landing?"

"Yes Warmaster, the Yammosk tells us that there is a specific location it would like us to land at."

"Very good, I would like you to graze the city on your way down," Zhin stressed, wrapping his hands around his back. The villip nodded.

"Yes Warmaster Zhin, I understand, Prefect Xvel out," the puddy wnet back to a sudme on the sink, and the plan was set out. But something that was not planned occurred. The door's knob jingled, and the door ebgan to open.

"Love? Who're you talking to?" the Twi'let asked, peeking her head in. but her eyse suddenly went wide with horror at the Yuuzhan Vong's true sight. She let out a horrified scream, and dropped the blanket to the ground, stepping back and preparing to flee. However, the Warmaster's staff, now transforming into its snake self, rammed and clenced into her gut, silnecing her.

"Dchu da bre maylee more!" were the last words she heard as everything went black...and before she died. The plans would have to move quicker.

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp The Decorated Commander of Forces wielded his amphistaff (he had declined the honor of using Tsai) like a street fighter. Having never taken training or receiving fighting implants, the Yuuzhan Vong third-in-command created his own fighting style from scratch; and he had worked his way up from a lowly peasant farmer’s domain to one of the highest achievable spots as a Warrior. Throughout the home worlds, he had been immortalized as a legend and as a role model. Even the Shamed Ones looked up to him: he was an ideological Yuuzhan Vong, never once tainting his body with sacramental body disfigurations. He kept his body pure, free from desire for pain, death or pleasure. He, Shret Nion, knew he would become the supreme God of the Yuuzhan Vong; the Shamed Ones, the peasants, the shapers, the intelligence agents, the warriors, the Supreme Overlord and Yun-Yuuzhan knew it.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp After Shret Nion leads the Yuuzhan Vong to ultimate glory in the Unpure Galaxy, he will challenge Yun-Yuuzhan to a duel; in the end, after the three-month duel endured, Shret Nion will emerge victorious and rightfully take his place as the ultimate Yuuzhan Vong ruler.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Shret had ideas, and he had motives, both veiled in secrecy. Silently brooding, Shret had attracted the personal attention of the Warmaster and the Supreme Overlord. They knew that inevitably Shret would supersede them, but they accepted that as their duty to the Yuuzhan Vong.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Humans and infidels, most Yuuzhan Vong viewed them as pathetic beings not worthy of attention or honor. Shret thought differently. He did not particularly like humans and infidels, but he did not dislike them either; just as Shret Nion did not particularly like Yuuzhan Vong, but he did not dislike them either.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Shret Nion, Decorated Commander of Forces, believed in what he wanted to, not to what his superiors or ancient doctrines prescribed. Shret Nion was his own entity: plain and simple.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Warmaster…” Shret spat at his villip with contempt. “What is it you want from me, mortal?”

The Warmaster snarled at the commander over the villip. He was now fully dressed in full "formal" clothing as the infidels called it. They were fully white and black, and Zhin was about to go finish the contract. The villip gave a snarl in return, and insulted him as a "mortal".

"You will learn your place Commander," Warmaster Zhin snarled, bearing his teeth angrily. "Get the transports ready, the plan finishes TODAY." The villip puddied back again rudely...Zhin would have to deal with that one.

Heading straight toward the banquet hall, there were several ready to welcome the Yuuzhan Vong Warmaster...as if he was some lost god. He would soon show them how fatal of an error that would be. The beetles were already dispatched and several would fall to the same as those on Belkaden...but soon...not now.

The banquet hall was unlike that the warmaster had ever seen, with great meat and wine of every form of delecacy imaginable at the table of at least two hundred. There were nobles of what seemed to be every race in the area...Humans, Gamorreans, Gands, all of them. Now Zhin Dwamor was finding himself shuffled toward the front of the table with Chancellor Qui'Zere.

"Come Heir Chancellor...you must try this delecacy, it is the best form of beast around!" he declared anxiously, leadnig Zhin to try different foods and tastes. He had to admit, they were better than the food that the Yuuzhan Vong warriors were forced to eat when out in battle...but a Yuuzhan Vong warrior did not care for such luxiaries. Luxiaries were for the weak.

When they finally neared the cushioned seats, Zhin was to sit beside the Chancellor, apparently a sign of high honor. He was asked to taste several exotic foods and to drink several equally as tender wines. They were again delicious, but the warmaster had something else on his mind.

Finally, as per Qui'Zere's order, the entire room silenced before him as he began to speak. "My good friends and fellow councelors, I welcome you to the great banquet of heirhood!" His exclamation was responded to with a hundred and more cheers, and Zhin simply eased back in his chair. But he was not paying attention to the speech...the TIE Bombers were not here yet. They were late it seemed. After a long moment of peering out the window at the crimson textured skies, he returned his attention to the chancellor's. He heard the last bit of his speech.

"And I know that I have made the correct decision, in proclaiming my heir! All I can ask...is where was he my whole life?" Everyone erupted in laughter, some holding up their glasses or goblets to greet his words. But the laughter was cut short as the Chancellor began to choke and wheeze suddenly. The Yuuzhan Vong warmaster leapt to his feet in feigned worry.

"Qui'Zere! What is wrong?" he asked with what looked like true panic. But the flicker in his eye was of joy...the mission was underway. One man was already pounding on the chancellor's back, fearing he was choking on food, but that was quickly dismissed by the blood beginning to ooze from his lips.

"QUI'ZERE!" several began screaming as Zhin began doing "all he could think of" to help. But it was too late...the virus had been incubating for almost a week now.

"I shall go get a medic, you all wait here," he prudently ordered...but it was more prudent for <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> his<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> plan than the safety of Chancellor Qui'Zere.

As he had rounded the corner headnig toward the infirmary the common sound of a twin ion engine roaring overhead was heard. They were right on time...the Chimerans were so easily manipulated. In a matter of seconds, the entire banquet hall exploded in a flurry of explosions, a loud boom ringing Zhin Dwamor's ears. It was a common sound he'd heard many times...the screams were only adding to the pleasure before the silence.

The guards were already rushing by, and Zhin's most tragic and horrified face was put on as they ran by.

"They bombed it! Those bastards bombed the hall!" he yelled as they ran by, and they took off to look for survivors. Zhin on the otherhand had more to do. The transports had already rained down like meteors and were on the true surface of the planet. Now it was time for the invasion to start.

He had reached one of the comm links and immediately tried to contact the New Republic...hoping desperately, but more for himself than any true distress for the casualties, that they'd answer.

On board the Light Cruiser,Master Shaper Tsun Domain Quah stared at his Adept, Yul Domain Sung.

"Before mapping the neural passegeways that send different signals to the dovin basals and the plasma cannons you must first establish the proper way the signals are sent.What is the purpose of the passageway if there is no signal? So I want you to use the Protocal of Sah to establish the signal"

"I obey Master Quah"

A young Warrior walked into the Shaper labrotories.

"Master Shaper Quah,I have a messege for you.The Surpreme Commander has given the word for the invasion to begin.You are togo down and establish the Damutek"

"I will go,Adept stay here untill I call for you"

"Yes Master"

Tsun Quah silently walked out of the Labs.

Rogue Squadron's X-Wings pulled themselves out of hyperspace in the Taloraan system, and the twelve pilots immediately sunk down toward the atmosphere of the planet. Cdr. Daren Trevelan, the new leader of Rogue Squadron, pulled the eleven others downward toward the beautiful, creamy planet, exerting all of the X-Wing's glory as he did so.

"Ok guys form up, keep S-Foils closed, we don't wan to start any trouble," he said as they began to break the atmosphere. They were raying the moon on the far side of the planet, and were shielded from most radar by the low altitude near the atmosphere.

"Hey Boss do you see those?" Rogue Two asked, referring to the several red blips that were now on the tracker. Daren nodded his confirmation.

"Yea I see 'em, stay low and be ready, this could turn real hairy real soon, throttle up!" Daren smacked some controls on his console and awoke Caller from his sleep. "Hey Caller get ready, we may be seeing some combat here real soon."

"Hey Commander, I'm gettnig strange IFF signals...my astromech's telling me that they're Chimeran, but the signals indicate they're Imperial," Rogue Seven warned, wavering his X-Wing slightly.

"You're serious?"

"Yes Sir, are the Chimerans advanced enough to fake their codes?"

"I shouldn't think so...ok guys pull into the atmosphere and find these landing docks ASAP, I don't want a skirmish so early on...Jat what kind of craft are they?" Daren asked finally, and there was a short pause.

"Two Interceptors and a doop," Rogue Seven responded. Two Interceptors and a bomber...that was probably them.

"Caller, tag them and watch where they head to, Rogue three and seven, follow them carefully but don't get caught, just see where they land at."

"Yes boss," Rogue seven responded. There was no response from Atalya.

"Taly? C'mon, go follow him," Daren said as he pulled the rest of the X-Wings into the atmosphere.

Atalya grumbles softly to herself about not being given two seconds to answer before being scolded by her commander, but manages to keep it off the comm system.

"Aye, sir."

Atalya then throttles up her X-Wing and pulls her craft around, coming alongside Rogue Seven and giving him a glance through the sides of her cockpit window. She nods to her fellow Rogue and then sets her sights on the TIEs ahead, doing as best she can to stay off their RADAR by flying low and keeping her power output minimal.

Atalya then glances down at her controls, and gives a slight smile as she sees the photo of Daren, her commander, that she has jammed between two plates of metal covering the circuitry underneath. The photo is a secret and Atalya certainly doesn't plan on letting her commanding officer know about it. Thus, she prys her eyes from the picture to prevent wavering from her course and once again stares forward at the TIEs as they fly towards their destination

Shret hit the ground with a loud kurplank, popping his left knee out of place and re-popping his right knee into place after months of dislocation. Grimacing against the unnecessary pain, he hobbled the discomfort off and smiled... well, Shret didn't smile: Yuuzhan Vong do not have lips. Rather, the Ooglith Masquer Shret Nion wore flashed its human teeth.

Funky monkey, the Decorated Commander thought, the feel of an ooglith masquer never gets any more pleasant. To work his way up to Decorated Commander, the domain Nion warrior had done many undercover "infidel" assignments, most requiring the use of the nasty ooglith masquer. After years of wearing experience, the creature still tickled and pricked his senses.

Shret looked like a strapping young gentleman... a strapping young Imperial gentleman that is. The ever slanted HoloNet always portrayed Empire officers as handsome, dashing and daring. And now, Shret embodied every aspect of that Imperial officer.

He was Supreme Officer, as the Imperial ranks go, Jack Doe. Shret was inconspicuous by any means. His fellowship--20 other warriors with Imperial Ooglith's on--all brandished the SoroSuub Blaster rifle with unease. Shret on the otherhand, held the weapon with pride.

Resorting to ways of the humans was nothing to be ashamed about.