Post by Nem Yin on Oct 30, 2021 5:45:19 GMT -8
He knew a threat when he heard one. Frankly it was a bit refreshing after all the negotiations and politics he had been participating in as of late. The cold demeanor of the Chiss was a welcome change to the fawning and carefully guarded words of the other infidel races he had been in communication with. Where the others did their best to avoid offense, the Chiss made it clear while the Yuuzhan Vong were in their territory, if they didn't play by the rules they'd be turned into space dust, even if they hadn't used those words exactly. He appreciated the implication.
Understood. He said, still leaning over the choir. I have no interest in being shot out of the sky. To the meeting coordinates and only there.
Nem disconnected from the communications biot and made his way towards the rear of the living frigate. As he made his way through the yorik-coral halls, a hobbling chazrach appeared from a side corridor and lurched after the Executor, following in behind the Yuuzhan Vong intendant he served full-heartedly. The creature had been with Nem a long time, having been gifted to the Executor upon his promotion of rank during the war. It was an old thing now, slow moving and even slower witted, though that was likely more to its genetics than the infirmity that came with advanced age. Semi-sentient, it was not truly capable of free will, but it was a capable scribe which was part of the reason the Intendant hadn't released it with the rest into the wilds of Zonama Sekot. It also happened to be the very same chazrach that had accompanied Nem the last time he had negotiated with the Chiss. Nem patted his good-luck charm on the head as they entered an oqa membrane and passed through the hatch-sphincter of a yorik-trema. A single pilot was already positioned in the organic cockpit, connected to the shuttle craft via a cognition hood that hung from the ceiling. The tall-yor pierced the pilot's skin with hooks of bone, forming a symbiotic link between the Yuuzhan Vong and the ship.
Once the Executor and his scribe were situated aboard the yorik-trema 'Blood Chalice', the pilot unlatched the arrest tentacles holding it to the hull of the Price of Pain and allowed the shuttle to drift away from the larger ship before activating the dovin basal propulsion system and turning the organic craft towards the planet of Csilla. The shuttle, trailing a long whip like tail behind it, entered the atmosphere and proceeded along the course provided by the Chiss.
Understood. He said, still leaning over the choir. I have no interest in being shot out of the sky. To the meeting coordinates and only there.
Nem disconnected from the communications biot and made his way towards the rear of the living frigate. As he made his way through the yorik-coral halls, a hobbling chazrach appeared from a side corridor and lurched after the Executor, following in behind the Yuuzhan Vong intendant he served full-heartedly. The creature had been with Nem a long time, having been gifted to the Executor upon his promotion of rank during the war. It was an old thing now, slow moving and even slower witted, though that was likely more to its genetics than the infirmity that came with advanced age. Semi-sentient, it was not truly capable of free will, but it was a capable scribe which was part of the reason the Intendant hadn't released it with the rest into the wilds of Zonama Sekot. It also happened to be the very same chazrach that had accompanied Nem the last time he had negotiated with the Chiss. Nem patted his good-luck charm on the head as they entered an oqa membrane and passed through the hatch-sphincter of a yorik-trema. A single pilot was already positioned in the organic cockpit, connected to the shuttle craft via a cognition hood that hung from the ceiling. The tall-yor pierced the pilot's skin with hooks of bone, forming a symbiotic link between the Yuuzhan Vong and the ship.
Once the Executor and his scribe were situated aboard the yorik-trema 'Blood Chalice', the pilot unlatched the arrest tentacles holding it to the hull of the Price of Pain and allowed the shuttle to drift away from the larger ship before activating the dovin basal propulsion system and turning the organic craft towards the planet of Csilla. The shuttle, trailing a long whip like tail behind it, entered the atmosphere and proceeded along the course provided by the Chiss.