The halls of the worldship offered little to the imagination, though much to be feared. Great, bulbuous pieces of flesh and living rock emitted in replacement to durasteel bulkheads, and a strange, living substance was placed beneath the feet of those who strode through the halls.
It was a strange feeling for those unaccustomed to the typical lifestyle of the Yuuzhan Vong. For Warmaster Zhin Dwamor it was nothing, it felt as normal to him as breathing the air about him. He strode across the "deck", which some described as walking across a living tongue, without regard for the moist feeling it offered.
Even if the warmaster had been unaccustomed to the floor he was too enraged, too consumed by his anger to pay any heed to any discomforts he may have felt.
On all sides he was surrounded by his typical entourage of guards, each dedicated fanatically to their warmaster, ready to die happily in his service. However now they seemed uneasy, agitated even. Some would even describe their feelings as fearful in the presence of their warmaster.
Not since the days of the Calamari War had he been so infuriated.
Already fifteen intendents lay dead to his claws alone, none having done anything more than greeted the warmaster.
Zhin Dwamor wanted blood, regardless of who's it was.
He stalked down corridors, passing through enormous doorways and various grand chambers where he saw warriors slaughtering one another in some kind of sport or contest to see who was the stronger. Many was the time he simply yelled out "Fools!" and killed them all.
This was a worldship preparing for war! Each of these Yuuzhan Vong would be expected to fight and to die in the name of Yun-Yuuzhan and Yun-Yammka, their childishness could not be tolerated.
Still he prodded on until he was once again at the command center of his mighty worldship, the Czulkang Lah.
Named after one of the greatest warriors known to Yuuzhan Vong society, the worldship's namesake had also greatly influenced the first invasion. While his forces had been defeated at Borleias he had unraveled several secrets concerning the infidels there that had been of use later to the warmaster against the infidel Mon Calamari.
When he was finally in the command center the whole of the room hushed suddenly, fear rippling through each of them. They knew what was wrong.
They had been lazy while he had been gone. They had been lazy with their duties and had costed the Yuuzhan Vong greatly for it. Zhin had expected an entire warfleet at his disposal for when he returned. Instead he found nothing but this laziness, people simply unwilling to do work that was required of them.
Armies were lacking, craft were at a minimum. The priests, under that fool Mithra Anor, had played a major role in degrading the grand armies of the Yuuzhan Vong. Mithra Anor had wanted resources reallocated specifically to his own caste, probably to better his living conditions.
What does a Yuuzhan Vong need with luxuary?
War is the only pleasure in our society.
When the last few whispers finally died out the warmaster stalked across the room in a few quick strides. Several of the priests had been sitting down, drinking and eating at one of the many tables set about.
Zhin Dwamor smashed his tiger-like arm against the concessions, flinging them across the room and causing them to clatter loudly. He stuck his face in front of one of them, his hot and fetid breath trickling across the less mangled and tatooed figure's own visage.
"Where is he?" the warmaster demanded, only to receive confused stutters from the priest. That same claw shot out and latched onto the lesser one's throat, lifting it high. "Where is he?"
Inch by inch the priest was lifted from his seat and later off the ground, gurgling and grabbing in protest at the constriction. His legs kicked angrily and painfully as all this occured.
"W-Who...oh...great warmaster?" he stammered out. Zhin tightened his grip on the Vong.
"Where is Mithra Anor?" he reiterated.
"I...don't...aarg!"
Zhin tightened his grip to the point that it was impossible for the fool to take any more and his throat simply snapped in on itself. Black blood sprayed and oozed down the warmaster's arm. He discarded the body unceremoniolously and turned to the other priest who had been sharing the refreshments with him.
"He is in the chambers of Yun-Yammka!" the other cried out, pointing across the room, only to double Zhin's berserker frenzy.
The room he pointed to was the warmaster's own private quarters. No doubt renovated for his own means.
He howled in bloodlust and fury, smashing his hands down atop the lowly priest, caving in skull and brains as he did. He then literally ran across the room, forcing the door open to the distress of those inside.
The warmaster's personal guards could not even keep up. Not that it mattered, an entire Death Star could not have held back the warrior.
"Priest!" he screamed once more, pointing at the figure inside his private quarters.
It was a strange feeling for those unaccustomed to the typical lifestyle of the Yuuzhan Vong. For Warmaster Zhin Dwamor it was nothing, it felt as normal to him as breathing the air about him. He strode across the "deck", which some described as walking across a living tongue, without regard for the moist feeling it offered.
Even if the warmaster had been unaccustomed to the floor he was too enraged, too consumed by his anger to pay any heed to any discomforts he may have felt.
On all sides he was surrounded by his typical entourage of guards, each dedicated fanatically to their warmaster, ready to die happily in his service. However now they seemed uneasy, agitated even. Some would even describe their feelings as fearful in the presence of their warmaster.
Not since the days of the Calamari War had he been so infuriated.
Already fifteen intendents lay dead to his claws alone, none having done anything more than greeted the warmaster.
Zhin Dwamor wanted blood, regardless of who's it was.
He stalked down corridors, passing through enormous doorways and various grand chambers where he saw warriors slaughtering one another in some kind of sport or contest to see who was the stronger. Many was the time he simply yelled out "Fools!" and killed them all.
This was a worldship preparing for war! Each of these Yuuzhan Vong would be expected to fight and to die in the name of Yun-Yuuzhan and Yun-Yammka, their childishness could not be tolerated.
Still he prodded on until he was once again at the command center of his mighty worldship, the Czulkang Lah.
Named after one of the greatest warriors known to Yuuzhan Vong society, the worldship's namesake had also greatly influenced the first invasion. While his forces had been defeated at Borleias he had unraveled several secrets concerning the infidels there that had been of use later to the warmaster against the infidel Mon Calamari.
When he was finally in the command center the whole of the room hushed suddenly, fear rippling through each of them. They knew what was wrong.
They had been lazy while he had been gone. They had been lazy with their duties and had costed the Yuuzhan Vong greatly for it. Zhin had expected an entire warfleet at his disposal for when he returned. Instead he found nothing but this laziness, people simply unwilling to do work that was required of them.
Armies were lacking, craft were at a minimum. The priests, under that fool Mithra Anor, had played a major role in degrading the grand armies of the Yuuzhan Vong. Mithra Anor had wanted resources reallocated specifically to his own caste, probably to better his living conditions.
What does a Yuuzhan Vong need with luxuary?
War is the only pleasure in our society.
When the last few whispers finally died out the warmaster stalked across the room in a few quick strides. Several of the priests had been sitting down, drinking and eating at one of the many tables set about.
Zhin Dwamor smashed his tiger-like arm against the concessions, flinging them across the room and causing them to clatter loudly. He stuck his face in front of one of them, his hot and fetid breath trickling across the less mangled and tatooed figure's own visage.
"Where is he?" the warmaster demanded, only to receive confused stutters from the priest. That same claw shot out and latched onto the lesser one's throat, lifting it high. "Where is he?"
Inch by inch the priest was lifted from his seat and later off the ground, gurgling and grabbing in protest at the constriction. His legs kicked angrily and painfully as all this occured.
"W-Who...oh...great warmaster?" he stammered out. Zhin tightened his grip on the Vong.
"Where is Mithra Anor?" he reiterated.
"I...don't...aarg!"
Zhin tightened his grip to the point that it was impossible for the fool to take any more and his throat simply snapped in on itself. Black blood sprayed and oozed down the warmaster's arm. He discarded the body unceremoniolously and turned to the other priest who had been sharing the refreshments with him.
"He is in the chambers of Yun-Yammka!" the other cried out, pointing across the room, only to double Zhin's berserker frenzy.
The room he pointed to was the warmaster's own private quarters. No doubt renovated for his own means.
He howled in bloodlust and fury, smashing his hands down atop the lowly priest, caving in skull and brains as he did. He then literally ran across the room, forcing the door open to the distress of those inside.
The warmaster's personal guards could not even keep up. Not that it mattered, an entire Death Star could not have held back the warrior.
"Priest!" he screamed once more, pointing at the figure inside his private quarters.