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Against the backdrop of Farspace, that great void where stars refused to shine, hung a construct slightly oval in shape and looked to be made of precious stones. "Construct", of course, is loosly used because the vessel was not so much built as it was grown out of the rather complex structure of Yorik coral.
The moans and outcries filled the rather pious Tallien Yzan, Master Shaper of Domain: Yzan, with a sort of satisfaction that he rarely felt since entering this completely baffling galaxy.
He looked to his right, at his shoulder, as a sharp spike moved slowly up and down, the perfect imitation of breathing. The Toque Masquer's razor sharp spike always in the air, as if tasting it, sensing what was near. This masquer was designed by Tallien to be used specifically for him alone. Being a Master Shaper had it's privileges and he was very proud of his work. Anything to rid this galaxy of heretics and their ( *curses upon them all!*) machines was a step in the right direction.
He walked slowly through the bowels of the great vessel contemplating his newest project.
The infidels would ultimately prove to be of no value to the Yuuzhan Vong if they could not be set on the one, true path.
The religious caste taught the truth, the warrior caste carried the message outward...and the intendant caste?
..the intendant caste took up space.
May the gods curse the Praetorite Vong!
His old prejudice against those who sought power in this life reached a new level of contempt.
He walked into a large room, the atmosphere rather dark and musky but Tallien paid it no mind. His focus was directed to the slave made to sit in constant pain every minute since his capture.
Against the tiny sliver of light that followed the Yuuzhan Vong leader, the slave's eyes tried to turn away. Tallien had kept the slave in darkness for days, out in Farspace..away from
the light of stars.
...away from irrelevant distractions..
Tallien was sure that soon the slave would come to appreciate the nature of the truth, the simplicity of which should certainly be evident by now.
He turned his heavily tatooed face to the slave, a human, and spoke. As his speech started, a long, seemingly metal object bobbed while hanging from a piercing through the bottom of his rather thin lip.
The human male was not very noteworthy physically. In fact, the man was, by human standards, old.
..and yet, every day, the slave would great him with a smile.
His eyelids had been pierced as had each finger, but the slave still, even in the excrutiating pain he must have felt, held on to a aura of confidence.
It was this arrogance (as the Yuuzhan Vong had interpreted such defiance) that Tallien hoped to break....hoped to puncture...and ultimately irradicate from this strange galaxy.
With the slave's heretical views unravelling, there would be opportunity to finally indoctrinate the human.
"Greetings, Xanadal." he said, his Tizowyrm translating, as his hand went up between his ear and mouth, as if proding the creature to awaken.
"Greetings, Master Shaper." came the raspy reply of the human named Xanadal, who smiled at his company.
"You will no doubt be pleased to know that the last of your people went on to embrace and give back to Yun-Yuuzhan all he has given the universe." He sighed pleased with the report (though stretching the truth at how bravely they met their demise) Wimpering weaklings!
As Xanadal's smile faded a bit and his eyes watered, he tried blinking several times, rupturing the tiny creatures whose needle-like protrusions punctured his eyelids causing them to bleed.
Tallien sighed at the reaction, a left finger running down a deep scar on the right side of his face.
"Why is it that you fight the inevitable truth?"
"The truth being a justification for your brutality?" came Xanadal's sardonic reply as his eyes watched another creature crawl up his cheek and begin eating the dying creatures that had ruptured with his eye movements. The small creature seemed not to be able to tell the diference between it and Xanadal's skin.
Tallien smiled inwardly, for, truth be told, he did enjoy the sparring with the slave. Debating kept the mind sharp and the focus true. Warriors were not ones for debate.
"What you call brutality is merely our undeniable charity to grant persons the opportunity to pay back that which IS owed to the creator of all things." Tallien snapped back.
"You sincerely believe that don't you?" the slave asked through gritting teeth, suddenly tired from the efforts to keep the pain at bay, wincing as the tiny creature travelled back down his face taking some skin with him
"Is not all life suffering? Look to your own galaxy and show me a place where there isn't suffering."
"Tell me of a place you haven't gone.." came the man's ironic reply.
The Yuuzhan Vong smiled placatingly. "Would there still be suffering by your standards if our glorious race had not come?"
"Yes..but.."
"..and would.. COULD you do anything about it...for everyone?"
"No..not everyone...but.."
"..but you would try to relieve those you could. Relieve them of the suffering?"
"Yes. Yes I would."
"..and would that stop their suffering forever?"
"No one can guarantee that..."
"But don't you see?! We can!"
The slave turned his head up to Tallien who proceeded to pace. He turned to the human slave. "I don't understand why the people of this galaxy cannot understand us. Your answers are not new. All life is suffering. All life is pain. We endure it. The greater the pain the closer to ultimate relief we get."
He suddenly turned to the old man. "Your people must have realized this! That death is nothing to be feared and when that fear is released, freedom of action ensues."
Tallien knelt down, looking the slave in his eyes. "We had defeated your fleet. We had a foothold on your planet...and still, the face of all that, your people did the one thing, truthfully, we did not think likely. They acted like no other planet we have yet encountered. Everyone, from small chit to elders, grabbed a weapon and met us on the Plains of Decision."
The old man, suddenly feeling weak, the pain almost overbearing as he tried to give a grim smile. "Is that what you call the massacre?..and you seem to forget that we stopped your fleet as well."
"It is true that everyone in the city was destroyed. In that one battle, though, you killed more Yuuzhan Vong than all your others combined. The pyres were not worthy of such a glorious sacrifice."
He paused, pointing a razor finger at the slave, the ornaments dangling from his skin in different places.
"We knew.. WE KNEW, that we had, at long last, found a people worthy of our Doctrine. Worthy to die for the great Yun-Yuuzhan."
Tallien went on quietly. "Imagine our surprise when we found that you HAD accepted, rudimentarily, our Doctrine."
Xanadal cast a surprised and questioning glance at the Master Shaper.
This was new.
"Among some of your dead chits, your young ones, we found metal piercings on their ears, nose, tongue, eyebrows...
What is this, if not an embrace of death.. of Doctrine?"
Despite the pain..despite the creatures protruding from his body, Xanadal's parched and cracking lips gave a small raspy laugh that filled the room and the Yuuzhan Vong's eyes narrowed.
"They..they did not want to die. It.. it was their way of being unique. Some perhaps had a fetish for pain and relished a...a merging of pain and sensuality but death? Never!" the old man's voice spat out.
The Yuuzhan Vong was stunned, "They embraced pain..but not death?"
When the human nodded Tallien stood up in frustration. "Impossible species!" he bellowed. "To act on Doctrine but not understand the truth behind it is..is incomprehensible."
What do I do now?
"Yun-Yuuzhan, bring swift death to all and allow this humble keeper of your Doctrine to honorably endure this life we call Misery." he whispered in prayer, but loud enough for the slave to hear.
"..this life we call Misery?" he asked, picking his head up.
When the Master Shaper nodded, suddenly intrigued by the slave's uncharacteristic interest, Xanadal continued, "I think I know one of the problems.... in the lack of understanding between our peoples."
When Tallien remained silent, the slave went on, "You view life as misery and as nothing else. You say, '..this life we call: misery'. Capricians, on the other hand, say, '..this misery we call: life'."
The slave continued:
"You view misery as life and therefore exist with that resignation and have built your belief structure around that."
"It is Doctrine." came the simple response to the slave's statement.
"But if you were to view life as misery..as a Caprician, then you WOULD NOT resign yourselves to it.. Capricians would change it."
Tallien wheeled around angrily. "You can't change that which IS! Ignoring the debt of pain to the gods does not make it go away."
"No," admitted the slave, "but paying the debt your way doens't either. So Capricians ACT."
"Death IS the only relief to pain.", Tallien realizing that he sounded like a villip recording.
"The Capricians think differently and have the courage and WILL to find another way. Anything is possible..as long as you have the will."
Tallien nearly slapped a razored hand across the slave's face. "You think that your people's WILL is going to destroy thousands of years of Doctrine from the gods? You think that your WILL is going to stop US?"
"It stopped you once.." was the interrupted reply as Xanadal knew he had gone too far with the Master Shaper as the Yuuzhan Vong's arm shot out to his neck.
Just a little more farther..
The Yuuzhan Vong's grip was cutting the flesh from the slave's neck.
"Perhaps we should put that to the test, slave." Tallien spoke, his voice reaching dangerous levels, his scar flushing in his anger. "Your Will verses my Doctrine!"
He suddenly released the slave and smiled an evil smile. "So if you have the will," his hand went out to the old man's head, tilting it upward to face him, the man crying out, "you believe you can escape my grasp?"
The Yuuzhan Vong laughed rather loudly, the truth of the matter so clear to him that the only result would be the total crashing of the slave's philosphy.
Now!
..yet the slave, in one defiant moment, matching his captor's laugh, shouted out loud, "YES!"
The Master Shaper's response was swift and true. His knife-like fingers sliced open the human's neck and he was dead in seconds.
The Yuuzhan Vong shook his head in puzzlement, standing in the now silent room unable to contemplate the totally alien philosphy of this galaxy.
"Where is your will now?" he whispered softly, basking in the warmth of righteousness.
He walked over and grasped the dead man's head looking into his lifeless eyes.
"You really believed that you could do it? You really believed you could escap..."
His eyes caught sight of the mirth on the dead man's lips. The grotesque way the slave grinned at him even in what was his moment of justification.
His moment!
"..escape." he finished, suddenly standing up..looking shocked as his mind suddenly began to understand.
"You did escape." he whispered in almost horror. "You wished it..and it happened."
He pondered this for a great length of time, staring at the slave as his blood coagulated.
He thought something...
....turned thought into action..
....and it happened.
So.. this is your power of will.
A slow smile formed on his lips, this mind aflame with a righteousness that would soon spread across the universe.
"My force of Doctrine against your force of will then. That, my friend, is the struggle."
Zhaelor!
You met death bravely, Xanadal, even if of the slave caste. Your bones shall be polished and I shall honor them until the day I too make the glorious sacrifice for He who sacrificed in the beginning.
He used a villip to contact the command deck.
"Conduct our course for Kaap reeessssseee ah: World of Decision."
"At once Eminence."
OOC: Coming Soon: Conquest of Capricia
EDIT: spelling, Do Not Delete
Edited by: GomorranKay at: 9/27/01 10:04:44 am
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Vuas Huung floated in darkness the wetness of humidity sticking to her skin. Droplets formed on her forehead and slowly travelled down her body, through the scar crevices.
Hukwyrms had attached themselves through her collarbone, and she hung suspended by means of another creature that had slid it's talons through hard circular shell of the hukwyrms.
The pain was exquisite.
Having been trained in the manner that Yun-Harla desired, she knew that there were many forms of pain.
The simplest, though, was always the best and brought the greatest satisfaction.
I can do it.. an inner voice spoke.
A forceful movement and the hukwyrms will break. I will fall to my death.
Surely Yun-Harla would not object to my having fooled Yun-Yammka from the death he has in mind for me?
She shivered in the warmth.
Oh, how easy it would be... a slight twist. Death, how I welcome you as a long lost friend.
Yet there was a chance, a slight chance that she would live.
And to live amid people who would have known what she attempted would Shame her.
Is it wrong to take a gift of the gods from their own hands?
"My lady?" came a subdued voice.
Flapping sounds in the darkness came in response to the intruding voice.
The creature that was suspending her by the hukwyrms slowly lowered her creating a strange sensation mixed with pain.
Her feet touched the solid, strangely cool shell of Yorik coral and the flapping grew louder.
The room was still incredibly dark, a circumstance that she soon alleviated with a slow rise in illumination from bioluminescent creatures that moved about the floor.
At the rising level of light, several creatures flew through the air on what looked like very large, very flat, very colorful, leathery wings; their target being Vuas.
Her naked, tattooed body was wrapped several times as the creatures' tiny claws found the even smaller hukwyrms throughout her body with which to latch onto.
When the creatures had suitably clothed her, she walked through a hall and around a corner to the voice that had intruded.
"Speak." she commanded as the slave bowed in deference.
"Tallien Yzan has commanded that we rendezvous with his vessel at once."
Vuas glared at the slave and answered harshly, "Then why consult me, cretin? If the Master Shaper orders it, then comply!"
"At once, my lady."
She fumed at his presumption that she would give a contrary decision to what his Eminence had ordered.
She longed for the reverie of darkness but put such self interests aside. Yun Harla called.
The Yuuzhan Vong cruiser, Distant Torment, suddenly moved to where it was being commanded.
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Chazrach slave and shock trooper Arn sat in his niche sharpening his weapon. The scars on the warriors' person are scars born from carrying out his master's will.
The ship's belly contained thousands of warriors of which he was but only one. However, this Chazrach warrior was different from the others.
He had once felt the Caprician sun on his skin.
He had carried his master's war to the people of that world.
He had felt the slickness of their blood on his weapon.
..but this made not the slightest indention in the warrior's simple mind.
..for he had one duty and one duty alone.
..to aid his master in serving Tallien...
Arn felt the vessel slow and steadied his weapon.
It was almost time.
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Tslah Vhess watched the coralskippers swarm around his taskforce sent personally by the Warmaster. His flagship, Torment's Breath, dwarfed the religious command ship as it grew closer.
The 8km Yuuzhan Vong warship had a glorious history but Vhess would sacrifice the aging vessel immediately if it would aid the Warmaster's task in subjugating this wretched galaxy.
His body was coverend in similiar rust colored scales as the Warmaster..an unspoken tribute to the leader that led them across the great void.
Farspace..
He hated the place of waiting. He yearned to wade through the rivers of blood that would soon run through his feet.
With the arrival of his group, the Yuuzhan Vong fleet was nearly ready to strike.
He had his villips transmit his instructions knowing that they would be carried out at once.
He glanced at Tallien's Command Ship thought of his earlier questions to the Warmaster about this Master Shaper.
"Why indulge his obsession with this pitiful planet?" he had asked his Warmaster in the most humble of tones.
"..Any ships that are removed from the glorious service of the Warmaster.-"
"Will not go unnoticed by Yun-Yammka." the Warmaster's deep voice interrupted (as was his right).
The Warmaster turned his hideously scarred face to his soldier never doubting for a moment that if he so ordered, the warrior would spill his own blood.
"Master Shaper Tallien is given special privilege as befits, not his status (for what is status to a warrior) but rather his actions. The Master Shaper has worked tirelessly to make ensure Yun-Yammka's ultimate victory over the infidels."
The warrior Vhess was still at a loss but did not question his Warmaster further. He knodded ready to accept the assignment given.
"You will find Tallien's obsession rather delicious Vhess." The Warmaster continued in a light tone.
"Give him this with my blessing on his and on your action."
Vhess accepted the strange box and upon opening it he smiled for there, in the box, lay the folded skin of an infidel..a name burned on what was once, it's forehead.
that name read, " Quintu"
"Victory will go to the gods.." Vhess spoke in admiration.
"As it always should.." The Warmaster finished (as was his right as well).
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Against the backdrop of Farspace, that great void where stars refused to shine, hung a construct slightly oval in shape and looked to be made of precious stones. "Construct", of course, is loosly used because the vessel was not so much built as it was grown out of the rather complex structure of Yorik coral.
The moans and outcries filled the rather pious Tallien Yzan, Master Shaper of Domain: Yzan, with a sort of satisfaction that he rarely felt since entering this completely baffling galaxy.
He looked to his right, at his shoulder, as a sharp spike moved slowly up and down, the perfect imitation of breathing. The Toque Masquer's razor sharp spike always in the air, as if tasting it, sensing what was near. This masquer was designed by Tallien to be used specifically for him alone. Being a Master Shaper had it's privileges and he was very proud of his work. Anything to rid this galaxy of heretics and their ( *curses upon them all!*) machines was a step in the right direction.
He walked slowly through the bowels of the great vessel contemplating his newest project.
The infidels would ultimately prove to be of no value to the Yuuzhan Vong if they could not be set on the one, true path.
The religious caste taught the truth, the warrior caste carried the message outward...and the intendant caste?
..the intendant caste took up space.
May the gods curse the Praetorite Vong!
His old prejudice against those who sought power in this life reached a new level of contempt.
He walked into a large room, the atmosphere rather dark and musky but Tallien paid it no mind. His focus was directed to the slave made to sit in constant pain every minute since his capture.
Against the tiny sliver of light that followed the Yuuzhan Vong leader, the slave's eyes tried to turn away. Tallien had kept the slave in darkness for days, out in Farspace..away from
the light of stars.
...away from irrelevant distractions..
Tallien was sure that soon the slave would come to appreciate the nature of the truth, the simplicity of which should certainly be evident by now.
He turned his heavily tatooed face to the slave, a human, and spoke. As his speech started, a long, seemingly metal object bobbed while hanging from a piercing through the bottom of his rather thin lip.
The human male was not very noteworthy physically. In fact, the man was, by human standards, old.
..and yet, every day, the slave would great him with a smile.
His eyelids had been pierced as had each finger, but the slave still, even in the excrutiating pain he must have felt, held on to a aura of confidence.
It was this arrogance (as the Yuuzhan Vong had interpreted such defiance) that Tallien hoped to break....hoped to puncture...and ultimately irradicate from this strange galaxy.
With the slave's heretical views unravelling, there would be opportunity to finally indoctrinate the human.
"Greetings, Xanadal." he said, his Tizowyrm translating, as his hand went up between his ear and mouth, as if proding the creature to awaken.
"Greetings, Master Shaper." came the raspy reply of the human named Xanadal, who smiled at his company.
"You will no doubt be pleased to know that the last of your people went on to embrace and give back to Yun-Yuuzhan all he has given the universe." He sighed pleased with the report (though stretching the truth at how bravely they met their demise) Wimpering weaklings!
As Xanadal's smile faded a bit and his eyes watered, he tried blinking several times, rupturing the tiny creatures whose needle-like protrusions punctured his eyelids causing them to bleed.
Tallien sighed at the reaction, a left finger running down a deep scar on the right side of his face.
"Why is it that you fight the inevitable truth?"
"The truth being a justification for your brutality?" came Xanadal's sardonic reply as his eyes watched another creature crawl up his cheek and begin eating the dying creatures that had ruptured with his eye movements. The small creature seemed not to be able to tell the diference between it and Xanadal's skin.
Tallien smiled inwardly, for, truth be told, he did enjoy the sparring with the slave. Debating kept the mind sharp and the focus true. Warriors were not ones for debate.
"What you call brutality is merely our undeniable charity to grant persons the opportunity to pay back that which IS owed to the creator of all things." Tallien snapped back.
"You sincerely believe that don't you?" the slave asked through gritting teeth, suddenly tired from the efforts to keep the pain at bay, wincing as the tiny creature travelled back down his face taking some skin with him
"Is not all life suffering? Look to your own galaxy and show me a place where there isn't suffering."
"Tell me of a place you haven't gone.." came the man's ironic reply.
The Yuuzhan Vong smiled placatingly. "Would there still be suffering by your standards if our glorious race had not come?"
"Yes..but.."
"..and would.. COULD you do anything about it...for everyone?"
"No..not everyone...but.."
"..but you would try to relieve those you could. Relieve them of the suffering?"
"Yes. Yes I would."
"..and would that stop their suffering forever?"
"No one can guarantee that..."
"But don't you see?! We can!"
The slave turned his head up to Tallien who proceeded to pace. He turned to the human slave. "I don't understand why the people of this galaxy cannot understand us. Your answers are not new. All life is suffering. All life is pain. We endure it. The greater the pain the closer to ultimate relief we get."
He suddenly turned to the old man. "Your people must have realized this! That death is nothing to be feared and when that fear is released, freedom of action ensues."
Tallien knelt down, looking the slave in his eyes. "We had defeated your fleet. We had a foothold on your planet...and still, the face of all that, your people did the one thing, truthfully, we did not think likely. They acted like no other planet we have yet encountered. Everyone, from small chit to elders, grabbed a weapon and met us on the Plains of Decision."
The old man, suddenly feeling weak, the pain almost overbearing as he tried to give a grim smile. "Is that what you call the massacre?..and you seem to forget that we stopped your fleet as well."
"It is true that everyone in the city was destroyed. In that one battle, though, you killed more Yuuzhan Vong than all your others combined. The pyres were not worthy of such a glorious sacrifice."
He paused, pointing a razor finger at the slave, the ornaments dangling from his skin in different places.
"We knew.. WE KNEW, that we had, at long last, found a people worthy of our Doctrine. Worthy to die for the great Yun-Yuuzhan."
Tallien went on quietly. "Imagine our surprise when we found that you HAD accepted, rudimentarily, our Doctrine."
Xanadal cast a surprised and questioning glance at the Master Shaper.
This was new.
"Among some of your dead chits, your young ones, we found metal piercings on their ears, nose, tongue, eyebrows...
What is this, if not an embrace of death.. of Doctrine?"
Despite the pain..despite the creatures protruding from his body, Xanadal's parched and cracking lips gave a small raspy laugh that filled the room and the Yuuzhan Vong's eyes narrowed.
"They..they did not want to die. It.. it was their way of being unique. Some perhaps had a fetish for pain and relished a...a merging of pain and sensuality but death? Never!" the old man's voice spat out.
The Yuuzhan Vong was stunned, "They embraced pain..but not death?"
When the human nodded Tallien stood up in frustration. "Impossible species!" he bellowed. "To act on Doctrine but not understand the truth behind it is..is incomprehensible."
What do I do now?
"Yun-Yuuzhan, bring swift death to all and allow this humble keeper of your Doctrine to honorably endure this life we call Misery." he whispered in prayer, but loud enough for the slave to hear.
"..this life we call Misery?" he asked, picking his head up.
When the Master Shaper nodded, suddenly intrigued by the slave's uncharacteristic interest, Xanadal continued, "I think I know one of the problems.... in the lack of understanding between our peoples."
When Tallien remained silent, the slave went on, "You view life as misery and as nothing else. You say, '..this life we call: misery'. Capricians, on the other hand, say, '..this misery we call: life'."
The slave continued:
"You view misery as life and therefore exist with that resignation and have built your belief structure around that."
"It is Doctrine." came the simple response to the slave's statement.
"But if you were to view life as misery..as a Caprician, then you WOULD NOT resign yourselves to it.. Capricians would change it."
Tallien wheeled around angrily. "You can't change that which IS! Ignoring the debt of pain to the gods does not make it go away."
"No," admitted the slave, "but paying the debt your way doens't either. So Capricians ACT."
"Death IS the only relief to pain.", Tallien realizing that he sounded like a villip recording.
"The Capricians think differently and have the courage and WILL to find another way. Anything is possible..as long as you have the will."
Tallien nearly slapped a razored hand across the slave's face. "You think that your people's WILL is going to destroy thousands of years of Doctrine from the gods? You think that your WILL is going to stop US?"
"It stopped you once.." was the interrupted reply as Xanadal knew he had gone too far with the Master Shaper as the Yuuzhan Vong's arm shot out to his neck.
Just a little more farther..
The Yuuzhan Vong's grip was cutting the flesh from the slave's neck.
"Perhaps we should put that to the test, slave." Tallien spoke, his voice reaching dangerous levels, his scar flushing in his anger. "Your Will verses my Doctrine!"
He suddenly released the slave and smiled an evil smile. "So if you have the will," his hand went out to the old man's head, tilting it upward to face him, the man crying out, "you believe you can escape my grasp?"
The Yuuzhan Vong laughed rather loudly, the truth of the matter so clear to him that the only result would be the total crashing of the slave's philosphy.
Now!
..yet the slave, in one defiant moment, matching his captor's laugh, shouted out loud, "YES!"
The Master Shaper's response was swift and true. His knife-like fingers sliced open the human's neck and he was dead in seconds.
The Yuuzhan Vong shook his head in puzzlement, standing in the now silent room unable to contemplate the totally alien philosphy of this galaxy.
"Where is your will now?" he whispered softly, basking in the warmth of righteousness.
He walked over and grasped the dead man's head looking into his lifeless eyes.
"You really believed that you could do it? You really believed you could escap..."
His eyes caught sight of the mirth on the dead man's lips. The grotesque way the slave grinned at him even in what was his moment of justification.
His moment!
"..escape." he finished, suddenly standing up..looking shocked as his mind suddenly began to understand.
"You did escape." he whispered in almost horror. "You wished it..and it happened."
He pondered this for a great length of time, staring at the slave as his blood coagulated.
He thought something...
....turned thought into action..
....and it happened.
So.. this is your power of will.
A slow smile formed on his lips, this mind aflame with a righteousness that would soon spread across the universe.
"My force of Doctrine against your force of will then. That, my friend, is the struggle."
Zhaelor!
You met death bravely, Xanadal, even if of the slave caste. Your bones shall be polished and I shall honor them until the day I too make the glorious sacrifice for He who sacrificed in the beginning.
He used a villip to contact the command deck.
"Conduct our course for Kaap reeessssseee ah: World of Decision."
"At once Eminence."
OOC: Coming Soon: Conquest of Capricia
EDIT: spelling, Do Not Delete
Edited by: GomorranKay at: 9/27/01 10:04:44 am
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Vuas Huung floated in darkness the wetness of humidity sticking to her skin. Droplets formed on her forehead and slowly travelled down her body, through the scar crevices.
Hukwyrms had attached themselves through her collarbone, and she hung suspended by means of another creature that had slid it's talons through hard circular shell of the hukwyrms.
The pain was exquisite.
Having been trained in the manner that Yun-Harla desired, she knew that there were many forms of pain.
The simplest, though, was always the best and brought the greatest satisfaction.
I can do it.. an inner voice spoke.
A forceful movement and the hukwyrms will break. I will fall to my death.
Surely Yun-Harla would not object to my having fooled Yun-Yammka from the death he has in mind for me?
She shivered in the warmth.
Oh, how easy it would be... a slight twist. Death, how I welcome you as a long lost friend.
Yet there was a chance, a slight chance that she would live.
And to live amid people who would have known what she attempted would Shame her.
Is it wrong to take a gift of the gods from their own hands?
"My lady?" came a subdued voice.
Flapping sounds in the darkness came in response to the intruding voice.
The creature that was suspending her by the hukwyrms slowly lowered her creating a strange sensation mixed with pain.
Her feet touched the solid, strangely cool shell of Yorik coral and the flapping grew louder.
The room was still incredibly dark, a circumstance that she soon alleviated with a slow rise in illumination from bioluminescent creatures that moved about the floor.
At the rising level of light, several creatures flew through the air on what looked like very large, very flat, very colorful, leathery wings; their target being Vuas.
Her naked, tattooed body was wrapped several times as the creatures' tiny claws found the even smaller hukwyrms throughout her body with which to latch onto.
When the creatures had suitably clothed her, she walked through a hall and around a corner to the voice that had intruded.
"Speak." she commanded as the slave bowed in deference.
"Tallien Yzan has commanded that we rendezvous with his vessel at once."
Vuas glared at the slave and answered harshly, "Then why consult me, cretin? If the Master Shaper orders it, then comply!"
"At once, my lady."
She fumed at his presumption that she would give a contrary decision to what his Eminence had ordered.
She longed for the reverie of darkness but put such self interests aside. Yun Harla called.
The Yuuzhan Vong cruiser, Distant Torment, suddenly moved to where it was being commanded.
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Re: Prelude ~ Yuuzhan Vong vs. Caprician Regency ~
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Chazrach slave and shock trooper Arn sat in his niche sharpening his weapon. The scars on the warriors' person are scars born from carrying out his master's will.
The ship's belly contained thousands of warriors of which he was but only one. However, this Chazrach warrior was different from the others.
He had once felt the Caprician sun on his skin.
He had carried his master's war to the people of that world.
He had felt the slickness of their blood on his weapon.
..but this made not the slightest indention in the warrior's simple mind.
..for he had one duty and one duty alone.
..to aid his master in serving Tallien...
Arn felt the vessel slow and steadied his weapon.
It was almost time.
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Re: Prelude ~ Yuuzhan Vong vs. Caprician Regency ~
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Tslah Vhess watched the coralskippers swarm around his taskforce sent personally by the Warmaster. His flagship, Torment's Breath, dwarfed the religious command ship as it grew closer.
The 8km Yuuzhan Vong warship had a glorious history but Vhess would sacrifice the aging vessel immediately if it would aid the Warmaster's task in subjugating this wretched galaxy.
His body was coverend in similiar rust colored scales as the Warmaster..an unspoken tribute to the leader that led them across the great void.
Farspace..
He hated the place of waiting. He yearned to wade through the rivers of blood that would soon run through his feet.
With the arrival of his group, the Yuuzhan Vong fleet was nearly ready to strike.
He had his villips transmit his instructions knowing that they would be carried out at once.
He glanced at Tallien's Command Ship thought of his earlier questions to the Warmaster about this Master Shaper.
"Why indulge his obsession with this pitiful planet?" he had asked his Warmaster in the most humble of tones.
"..Any ships that are removed from the glorious service of the Warmaster.-"
"Will not go unnoticed by Yun-Yammka." the Warmaster's deep voice interrupted (as was his right).
The Warmaster turned his hideously scarred face to his soldier never doubting for a moment that if he so ordered, the warrior would spill his own blood.
"Master Shaper Tallien is given special privilege as befits, not his status (for what is status to a warrior) but rather his actions. The Master Shaper has worked tirelessly to make ensure Yun-Yammka's ultimate victory over the infidels."
The warrior Vhess was still at a loss but did not question his Warmaster further. He knodded ready to accept the assignment given.
"You will find Tallien's obsession rather delicious Vhess." The Warmaster continued in a light tone.
"Give him this with my blessing on his and on your action."
Vhess accepted the strange box and upon opening it he smiled for there, in the box, lay the folded skin of an infidel..a name burned on what was once, it's forehead.
that name read, " Quintu"
"Victory will go to the gods.." Vhess spoke in admiration.
"As it always should.." The Warmaster finished (as was his right as well).