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Post by Kel Sentriss on Feb 20, 2019 16:47:00 GMT -8
Archais and his party watched the shopkeep disappear into the rear of the shop, and heard her call for them to follow. Archais offered a momentary glance to Hardin, and after a moment, moved to follow as he rolled his right sleeve up. The trio entered the back room.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Feb 21, 2019 18:41:12 GMT -8
==Spare Parts== <<108 PP, G11 Sector, Lehon>>
The room beyond look like a cross between a surgery room & a mechanic's workshop, much more heavily leaning toward the mechanic side. The large steel table in the middle of the room had a distinctly surgical feel. The little old woman was bustling about the room with an energy & directness that spoke of purpose. After a moment she turned around & paused for a second looking confused at the trio.
-Mama Gurk Well, what are you waiting for? Strip down & get on the table. Face down.
She was holding what looked like arm, but this one was cast of a silver material fine enough that is seemed nearly liquid. Several plates had been removed & it seemed the old lady was modifying the arm in some way.
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Post by Kel Sentriss on Feb 22, 2019 20:57:32 GMT -8
Archais glanced downward at the unornamented table, less taken aback by its stark appearance than by the surroundings. He was not unnerved, but to say the environment was off-putting ahead of what constituted major surgery was an understatement. After a moment, he shed his exterior jacket and shirt, handing them to Hardin, before climbing atop the table and laying down as ordered. As he met the old woman's gaze, he spoke.
"Mount them successfully and you can name your price."
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Feb 22, 2019 23:15:29 GMT -8
==Spare Parts== <<108 PP, G11 Sector, Lehon>>
The woman began strapping the large man down to the table. The straps were thick & heavy enough to give anyone pause.
-Mama Gurk Don't worry, this will only hurt for a moment.
Without bothering to shoo the rest of the people out of the room, Mama Gurk rolled a work bench over to the table. It was an old, old model; one with actual wheels. She picked up a needle large enough to scare a horse. The rest of the implements on the work bench were no more reassuring. All of them, however, were immaculately clean & the entire bench had the dull airborne shimmer of a sterilization field in effect.
Without any further preamble, she jabbed the needle into the man's back. Carefully inserted into the man's spine, before being emptied. Next out was a large blade that passed across the width of the man's shoulders. Whatever pain medicine had been in the needle was already in full force. The pressure of the blade could be felt, but no pain. A few more minutes of work & the man's back was flayed open in a wide Y shape, held in place with neat little clamps. A second bench of shiny silver metal pieces joined the first. Within five minutes of him laying down, Mama Gurk was carefully anchoring the frame structure to the man's back. It wouldn't make him any stronger, but it would keep him from ripping his own arm off by over exerting. It would also have the side benefit of making his shoulder blades & spine immune to sabre strikes. It wouldn't protect the rest of his vitals, or gutting, but it was something.
Once that was finished, Mama Gurk closed up the man's back with quick economic movements. With that done, she started trimming down the shoulder to fit the new joint into it. The table proved its worth by catching the surprisingly small amount of spilled blood. There was a slight burning smell as the table autoimmolated the biological waste into sterile ash. With short quick motions that spoke of decades of practice, Mama Gurk fitted the coupling to the shoulder & wired in the nerves.
For a moment after that, she wandered off & fiddled with the arm she was prepping. But only for a few moment. Then she was back at the table & solidly attaching the arm into the socket. It wouldn't be interchangeable like some models. But it could be pulled apart enough for detailed maintenance, with a bit of effort & time. With the last few snaps of connectors, feeling from the arm flooded into the man. It had a surprising wide range of tactile input. Not as much as meat arm in the long part, but the hand was the equal of any biological. After a few minutes of running sequence tests, everything looked fine. With a few last minutes of work with a suture device & some kolto gel Mama Gurk finished touching up the various cuts she had needed to made.
-Mama Gurk There you go. Don't push yourself for a week or two. If you can, touch up the gel in a few days. You should avoid any major scarring, but it isn't unheard of. Here is the bill.
Mama Gurk handed his a one shot pad that had a nice round five digit sum, along with a business account link.
-Mama Gurk Pay it when you can, but don't take too long about it.
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Post by Kel Sentriss on Feb 26, 2019 16:38:48 GMT -8
Archais bit back a scream as the needle penetrated his spine. It wasn't his first back injury, but to feel the metal impact his spinal cord shoot waves of pain through the entirety of him was a unique experience, to put it mildly. He grit his teeth hard enough that he saw stars, but after the initial shock the anesthetic quickly took root. He felt the needle withdraw, not painlessly, and a moment later felt the scalpel cut along his back. It was a pressure he felt, but as unnerving were the sounds - the parting of flesh, the clack of metal on bone, the knowledge that the one constant of his life, his body, was being augmented. It was for the better, he knew, but some part of him still rebelled against the idea. He bit down his bile and fixed his glare hard on a spot on the floor. Sweat beaded and fell from his forehead.
It was hard to tell how much time passed - indeed, part of the anesthetic must have impacted his ability to discern time. She gave him a quick tap on the shoulder and loosed her ambling explanation as if she'd just sold him a new toaster: quick directions, take it easy, pay me. He was still something like groggy, but his conscious mind was still able to take the data pad and link the provided business account to a nineteen-digit account connected with Aargau. It had been some time since his forces had uprooted themselves from their onetime base of operations, but luckily the credits were still good anywhere in the galaxy.
He gave his new arm a test rotation in the socket after sitting up on the operating table. It felt stiff, as though he'd just awoken after a day of hard labor. The servos were quite nearly silent, which was a plus, and a few test opens-and-closes of the hand demonstrated identical lag time with its organic predecessor - this was good. His left hand tossed the datapad back on the bed, and with a nod to the woman, he turned to his entourage.
"Back to the ship. We've work to do."
A half-hour later, the Sparrow was boarded and decoupled from its berth, vanishing into hyperspace a short time later.
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Post by Elizabeth Olphen on Apr 5, 2019 11:17:40 GMT -8
The cold space surrounding Lehon ruptured open in a small blue explosion of energy as a BC-714 luxury transport came out of hyperspace. The white plating of the rocket-like craft, combined with the light blue arc trailing behind it, contrasted sharply with the darker colored, more aggressive looking Mandalorian vessels, along with the industrial Lucrehulk-Class and G-35 Transports in orbit around the planet of Lehon. The planet itself had a beautiful deep blue color, contrasting with the ships in orbit, save for the BC-714. In thin, golden script near the nose of the vessel was the word "Fidelity." As the speedy, smooth craft zipped towards the planet, a pilot on the command deck of the ship sent a hailing frequency to the fleet that was assembled above the planet.
This is corporate craft Fidelity, requesting permission to land on Lehon.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Apr 5, 2019 15:06:32 GMT -8
==Welcoming Party== <<108 PP, G11 Sector, Lehon>>
The BC-714 was not an uncommon design in this region of space, a few of the older Diplomatic craft were still in service. Though most had been decommissioned by this point. The natural defenses of the system made travel into the interior hazardous without one of the local tugs or guide ships to lead any visitors deeper into the system. Right near the main hyperspace lane exit of the system was a massive station. Thrawn Station looked like a three dimensional web studded larger modules. As the ship hailed, the automated traffic control handled the preliminaries before deciding to reroute the request to a living member of the traffic control. Most traffic passing through the system never got further than Thrawn Station, but this didn't seem to be an average visitor, judging by the IFF it was broadcasting.
-Traffic Control Craft Fidelity, please state your port of origin & purpose for visiting Lehon. Your IFF patterns are not familiar.
Even while this dialogue was being done, one of the Crusader Drones standing by swept closer to the inbound craft. Once within range it would begin scanning for weapon signatures, reactor type, crew numbers, & any other questionable info. More or less, it was looking for anything that could be considered a threat. Barring any major threats & pending clearance from control, the drone would also be the guide for the Fidelity through the heavy gravometric fields & reefs in the system.
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Sept 14, 2021 20:10:01 GMT -8
Frozen gas and celestial dust rolled endlessly, end over end, pulled towards larger orbits by the forces of gravity. These balls of ice and rock were comets in the making, destined to burn up on entry into a gaseous atmosphere. One such body headed towards the planet of Lehon now, somewhat unlike the many others of its kind in that it hadn't been floating in a constant solar orbit for hundred of millions of years. This particular object was alien in origin, thrown into the system on a specific trajectory. Gravity, artificially created by organic means, had thrown the piece of debris towards the planet. It had also deposited something of its own origin upon the piece of space rock. A living thing clutched to the frozen spherical shape, gripping it with a series of spindly legs and flexible tentacles. It was a yorik-trema, named the "Erupted Boil", remained latch to the comet as it came into Lehon's orbit.
Within the organic transport, Jarulek Anor debated with Loraine Zun-qin, Executor versus Shaper Adept. It was not an ideal pairing. Jarulek was all the worst qualities of his caste, political and treacherous, while Loraine was a classic representation of her own, far too focused on understanding the science than the implications of their actions. They had been sent, along with Vandred Carr, a subaltern of the warrior caste. The trio had been assigned by Nem of all people, who had rarely shown more than a fleeting interest in the affairs of their barely surviving species, to learn about this world and its people. To the Intendant that meant political gain, to the Shaper a chance to study a unique species, and to the Warrior a chance to fight...anyone really. Like I said, not an ideal pairing. But Nem tended to have a reason for doing things and there was surely an intended purpose for this assorted threesome. A shudder rippled through the ship as the comet entered the atmosphere and began to heat.
Furious flames beat at the piece of celestial debris, fueled by the frozen gas that made up much of the spherical shape, buffeting the yorik-trema that still held to its surface. As the comet began to break apart, the Erupted Boil retracted its spindly limbs and tentacles, then dropped back. The organic transport fell towards one of the main archipelagos.
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Post by Nem Yin on Sept 29, 2021 10:01:51 GMT -8
Outside the naturally formed gravity well of the planet, a predatory thing of pure darkness slipped out of the twisted confines of darkspace and entered the system, taking up a synchronous orbit around the planet. Its hull was a combination of glossy black excretion armour and dyed ablative yorik coral, making visible detection difficult, save when it blotted out the light of the few stars that could be witnessed so far out from the galactic core. It was a living thing, grown rather than purely constructed, a culmination of numerous bio-engineering techniques. Known as a Miid ro'ik warship, this vessel was a part of the Praetorite Vong fleet, aptly named the 'Praetorite Command'. As it smoothly circled the globe, villip communication was established with the team already on the surface. Data was shared regarding the invention of an ooglith masquer that could replicate the appearance and bio-markers of the rakata species living on the surface. This data was then disseminated and shared with the shaper domains loyal to the Praetorite.
As the organic vessel of less than natural origin circled the planet, a large mass was ejected from the underside of the ship, expelled towards the atmosphere where the large seedling began to heat as it was pulled into Lehon's embrace and streaked towards the surface on a course for the ocean. The fiery pod disappeared from sight as it dipped beneath the cloud line.
"Damutek on route, forward team." Alith spoke to the villip choir in front of him, which telepathically transmitted his message to the sister villip in the surface teams possession. After Jarulek Anor's last report it became clear that there was a species worth investigating living upon the planet. Originally the team sent was to piece together their own lab and forward base, but when it became clear that a greater deal of resources were required, the Praetorite had deemed it appropriate to utilize a damutek. The organic structure would provide a larger space for the team to continue their investigation while also allowing the team a secure space from which to work.
With the building delivered, the miid ro'ik angled away from the planetary rotation it found itself in and broke away from orbit, heading back towards the hyperlane it had just mapped. Dovin basals accelerated the craft up to light speed and flung it back into the trecherous terrain of darkspace.
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Post by Mother of Voxyn on Jul 2, 2022 6:09:21 GMT -8
Through one treacherous darkspace jump to the next, the miid ro'ik warship 'Echo of Damnation' traversed the space lanes, eventually emerging as its dovin basals ripped a hole in reality and allowed the organic ship to gently glide into the system. Banks of the gravity manipulating plants pulled the Yuuzhan Vong vessel towards the planet of Lehon, where it took up a synchronous orbit around the relatively pristine world. The warship received a ping from the Praetorite damutek deep beneath the waves of the planet spanning ocean, informing them via villip communication that a yorik-trema would be arriving shortly to exchange troops and supplies. The Echo had just come from Zonama Sekot and was fully stocked with everything a Yuuzhan Vong colony could conceivably require. Preparations were made to receive visitors. The coral growths along either side were cleared to provide a space for the soon-to-arrive transport.On the bridge, a wizened Yuuzhan Vong in a jet black cloaker with vonduun skerr kyrric bracers and shin guards was standing with his arms crossed behind his back, hands clasped at the wrist. His eyes glowed a calming blue hue, their luminous quality a result of his escalation, for they were actually a set of mqaaq'it that had replaced his original pair. Extra lines creased his forehead ridges, denoting his advanced age.Likely, with the exception of the Executor himself, Kronn Yin was perhaps the oldest living member of Domain Yin. He had served as a spy and saboteur during the years leading up to the Yuuzhan Vong invasion of the galaxy, then later as a commander of warships under the reborn Praetorite. He was more than due an opportunity to retire on Zonama Sekot and live out the remainder of his days in peace, but eschewed that opportunity. He might have been born to the Intendant caste, but his was a warrior spirit.As expected, a yorik-trema ascended from the planet below and docked with the Echo of Damnation, joined by two others. The additional craft hadn't been anticipated, but no one batted an eye, assuming it was necessary for transporting whatever supplies and materials were being exchanged.Several minutes passed before the hatch sphincter to the bridge dilated to admit the team from the surface. Striding onto the bridge first was the ostracised shaper adept Loraine Zun-qin, wearing a rigid carapace of crab armour, which was unusual for one of her caste. Joining her on the right was a towering and broad shouldered figure, the subaltern Vandred Carr, a renowned member of the warrior caste. He too was wearing a full bodied set of vonduun skerr kyrric, and was holding a rigid amphistaff in his right hand like a deadly walking stick. Finally entering the room behind the duo, were a dozen slayers. They were marked different from other Yuuzhan Vong by their armour black skin and heretical appearance.Kronn Yin raised a hairless brow, eying the group suspiciously. The back of his neck itched, which was usually his first indicator that something wasn't right. He crossed the bridge and stopped in front of the shaper and subaltern, leaving at least three feet of separation between them. When he spoke, his voice was cold and bitter, tinged with the hostility his domain was well known for. "What is the meaning of this?" He practically hissed, before raising a hand and indicating the slayers in the background as he dragged one finger from right to left. "Why have you brought these abominations on my bridge? Were you not ordered to keep them contained to your lab?"Loraine's glowing ocular implants flare with heated emotion. The light blue eye sacs beneath her mqaaq'it puffed and her flawless white teeth grit together. When she spoke, her voice was full of scorn, commanding and chastising at once."We no longer serve at the whim of the Executor. His orders are meaningless to me. We've come to take your ship, Commander." Betrayal. Kronn grit his own filed down teeth together, swallowing back bile that rose in his throat as his body rebelled against this unexpected act of treason. He lowered his left hand to rest on the grip of the serrated coufee blade sheathed on his hip. His brow rose and he smiled from ear to ear like an infidel. "Oh, is that so? Well then, who dies first?" In an instant he pulled the coufee blade free from its coral scabbard and held it in a reverse grip with the curved blade pointed back towards his elbow. He lowered his stance and braced his legs against the floor, his muscles bundling as he prepared to explode into action at a moments notice.Snarling, the large armoured subaltern struck first. Vandred Carr thrust the serpent head of his rigid amphistaff at the intendant's chest, using his weapon as a spear as he attempted to impale the ship's commander in one strike. With speed surprising of his age, Kronn turned to the side at the last moment, raising his coufee blade as he did so. The stabbing amphistaff dragged along the blade of the coufee, eliciting heated sparks and splitting diamond hard scales. Then with his empty right hand, he delivered a powerful backhand to the face of the subaltern, snapping his head back. Vandred stumbled back, temporarily stunned. Black blood seeped from his nose stub, which he dabbed with a finger before growling, his rage getting the better of him. Once again the larger Yuuzhan Vong attacked, raising his biot high and sweeping it diagonally from right to left, attempting to bisect the wizened member of Domain Yin. Again, Kronn was able to expertly avoid the blow, leaning back and away so that the sweeping blade passed by him. He then crossed the exposed space and delivered a hammering punch to Vandred's stomach, cracking the crab plate with the exuded force of his own strengthened bracers. He then quickly spun and delivered a round house kick to the side of the subaltern's head, spilling him over the bridge railing where he crashed to the floor.Pink mqaaq'it flared and Loraine extended a hand towards her subdued paramour, the concern for the Yuuzhan Vong evident in her posture. She then looked from his prone form back to the commander, who was smoothing his cloaker and once more turned to face her. Fury filled the shaper's breast and her ocular implants darkened to a vengeful red."You shouldn't have done that." She snapped her fingers, summoning one of her slayers forward. The black skinned freak stepped forwards to stand beside her, its lips already peeled back to reveal sharpened incisors pulled into a snarling demon's visage. "Now you die."Immediately Kronn's sense of present danger rose to a staggering level. He resumed his previous crouched stance, with his blade held in a reverse grip. When the slayer lunged forwards, even the intendant with his impressive speed and agility wasn't able to move in time. Fighting claws sprang from the creature's knuckles, spearing through its own armoured flesh to rake across the intendant's chest. Three ragged lines were ripped across his cloaker and Kronn was forced to step back, looking down to see furrows carved in his grey flesh, seeping black blood down his midsection. Lowering his right hand to his thigh, the commander found a concealed reflex hidden beneath his skin, buried in his flesh like a hardened tumour. When he pressed it, a flood of hormones and stimulants hit his nervous system, heightening his combat awareness and causing his heart to beat rapidly in his chest. Hot black black churned through his veins and his eye sacs bulged to near bursting. When the slayer came at him with a follow up sweep of its claws, this time he was able to catch it on his coufee blade, before driving his other fist into the heretical abomination's face. The bones of his fist shattered as he hit what felt like an impenetrable wall, some of the smaller sharper bits actually tearing through the flesh of his fingers. He jumped high and planted both his feet in the slayer's chest, delivering a dropkick that he used to throw himself backwards by pushing off his opponents chest, to spin into a backflip that saw him land on his feet several feet back. Again, the slayer was barely rocked by the blow, and continued its relentless pursuit of the commander.Blow after blow was exchanged for the next several minutes, with Kronn becoming increasingly wounded and the slayer not looking even so much as fatigued. Black blood drizzled on the bridge floor from multiple wounds, the commander could barely stand. Bent over, breathing hard, he stared hatefully at the approaching slayer, exhaling a raged blood speckled breath. "Come on then." He spat blood on the deck. "Finish it you abomination."Raising its fighting claws, the slayer struck one last time. However, as its claws descended, Kronn managed one final act of defiance. He put everything he had into lunging forwards and drove the sharpened blade of his coufee into the side of the slayer's neck, stabbing through its protective layer of armour and severing its windpipe as he ripped the blade free in a shower of hot black spray. Its attack faltered, the slayer grabbed uselessly at its neck for a few seconds, then pitched forwards onto the ground where it drowned in a puddle of its own blood."That's what I thought." Growled the commander through pained breaths. He looked from the fresh corpse to the other traitors on his bridge. He flashed his blood grimed teeth and did his best to look fearless, even though his strength was almost gone. "Whose next?"Hovering over the unconscious subaltern, Loraine looked up from her paramour and snapped her fingers. This time, two slayers stepped forwards and began to approach the commander. I'd like to say he lived the next few moments well, but he barely lasted as long as Vandred had against him. Within thirty seconds, Kronn's dead body hit the floor, weeping black ichor from a dozen bleeding wounds. Shortly thereafter, the boarding team took control of the ship, turning those they could and killing those that refused to join.
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Post by Mother of Voxyn on Jan 23, 2023 9:34:09 GMT -8
After the events of the coup where the Enclave of Yun-Ne'shel overthrew the Praetorite, Shaper Adept Loraine Zun-qin and her paramour subaltern Vandred Carr of the warrior caste, boarded the captured Echo of Damnation before it made a darkspace jump core-wards.
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Post by Mother of Voxyn on Feb 12, 2023 4:40:11 GMT -8
After the destruction of the Praetorite fleet at Shili Secondus, the miid ro'ik warship 'Echo of Damnation' returned to the Lehon system, its hold now full of voxyn thanks to their raid on the Yuuzhan Vong facility there. The organic dreadnought took up a position in orbit around the planet that kept the Echo over the Enclave of Yun-Ne'shel's hidden damutek beneath the surface of the ocean.
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Feb 12, 2023 6:38:17 GMT -8
At the edge of the system, a hole was torn in the dimensional barrier as the ro'ik chuun m'arh 'Price of Pain' used its dovin basals to claw its way free of darkspace, rapidly decelerating as its slowed to sublight speeds. The organic frigate glided across the star speckled tapestry of space, taking a wide loop around the star at the centre of the system before angling towards the planet of Lehon. On the bridge, Executor Nem of Domain Yin switched his attention between the tactical display and the blazebug projection of the system. All non-essential systems had been put into rest mode as they neared the former Praetorite colony, relying on what stealth they could muster as they made their approach. Next to the Executor was Alith Yin, the youngest member of his domain and the one the former reaver was trusting to get them to their target."There." Growled Nem through the starfish shaped gnullith covering the lower half of his face. Hot steam vented from gills along either side of the rebreather biot with every exhalation of the Executor's breath. He pointed one long grey finger at the holographic display, indicating the southern pole of the planet. "If we're to find the Echo anywhere, it'll be there, close to the damutek on the ocean floor. Loraine will want to stay close to her shaping facilities.""I've got something." Said Alith, who was standing nearby over one of the sensor stations. He motioned for the Executor to come near and then indicated a oblong shape on the return display of the Price's latest sonar pulse.Nem's mqaaq'it widened, changing from the regular emerald green hue to a more aggressive red, like two blood moons trapped in the skeletal ocular sockets of his skull. A low growl rumbled up from his chest, catching in his throat as he grit his teeth behind the rebreathing device. All eyes on the bridge, whether natural or implanted, turned towards the armoured Executor. He gripped the sides of the display so tightly the coral began to crumble away in his hands. When he looked up at Alith, he nodded firmly. "That's it." The intendant then activated the villip built into his gnullith and opened a ship wide channel, his broadcast voice echoing throughout the frigate's decks. {{ Our primary target has been spotted. All warriors to your positions! }} Dark carapace clad warriors jogged through the corridors towards the front section of the hull, gathering in the chamber closest to the prow. Meanwhile Alith replaced the Yuuzhan Vong in the Price of Pain's cognition throne, taking over the controls personally. No parting words were shared between the two members of Domain Yin as Nem left the bridge. Alith knew his job, as did Nem. All that was left was to perform their duty and take revenge against the heretic shaper and those loyal to her. The Executor exited the bridge and made his way down to the prow section, joining his warriors there. Like him, they were all wearing the new variant of crab armour that Mira had designed for the mission. The butt end of amphistaffs pounded on the coral floor as Nem walked among them. He heard them use his shunned title, Yu'shaa, when they spoke amongst one another. For his part, he said nothing, staring blankly ahead at the coral bulkhead.As the planet ahead rotated, the Echo of Damnation in orbit over the southern pole just came into view, cresting the horizon. Alith grit his teeth and coaxed the ship's battle spirit to full alert, putting everything they had into its dovin basal array. Angling directly towards the miid ro'ik warship, the much smaller frigate began to accelerate, speeding across the void on an intercept course.
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Post by Mother of Voxyn on Feb 12, 2023 10:24:22 GMT -8
"We've detected something on our long range scanners." Said a Yuuzhan Vong warrior on the bridge of the miid ro'ik warship 'Echo of Damnation'. The Yuuzhan Vong version of a naval officer, which in this case was a ghoulish crab clad member of the warrior caste, looked up from his blazebug display screen and locked eyes with the towering brute standing on the command pulpit.Wide across at the shoulder and broad of chest, at seven foot two inches in height, Vandred Carr was a hulking member of the warrior caste. Every muscles was heavily defined across his scarred grey flesh, as though the Yuuzhan Vong existed on a strict diet of steroids and protein. His incredible bulk only seemed enhanced by the heavy set of vonduun skerr kyrric he wore, as each glossy carapace plate seemed to be covered in protruding ridges and spikes. The Warmaster's black pitiless eyes glared across the bridge at the outspoken officer, boring into the warrior like a grutchins regurgitated stomach acid. When his lips parted, his voice carried across the deck, loud and powerful."Show me." At the centre of the bridge, the holographic display projected from the tactical villip changed to depict an enhanced image picked up by the Echo's dovin basal array. The Warmaster displayed a savage grin full of jagged yellow teeth as his obsidian orbs lingered on the projection of the Price of Pain moving across the system towards them. His eye sacs puffed, fully inflating as he gripped the railing in front of him and leaned forwards."So..." His gravely tone drew all eyes to him. Every warrior was ready to carry out his order. Loraine indoctrination of the Yuuzhan Vong under his command appeared flawless. "...he's come, alone at that. Foolish, very foolish, Executor. Once more arrogance will be your downfall." He chuckled cruelly, speaking more for himself than the attention of his crew. As the seconds trailed on and silence fell across the bridge, another warrior at the urging of his peers, spoke up and asked what they all were thinking."Shall we rouse the yammosk and launch slayer ships to intercept, Warmaster?" "Rouse the war coordinator..." Came his booming reply. "...but hold our starfighters in reserve for now. Helm, rotate on the vertical axis until our port side yaret-kor are lined up for a broadside volley." A sound strategy. Their heavier cannons had a much greater range than those on the Price of Pain. The frigate would need to close the gap before it attacked, and once it did, it would be torn apart in a hail of plasma from the Echo's lava cannons. Smoke vented into the cold void as it poured from the glowing orange heads of the yaret-kor. Just a little closer now. Raising his right forearm to just below his face, Vandred activated the villip built into his wrist gauntlet and opened a telepathic channel to his Supreme Mistress, Loraine Zun-qin.{{ Mistress, we have the Price of Pain on our sensors. Tap into the Echo's visual feed if you want to watch us blast their ro'ik chuun m'arh from the sky. }} In the Warmaster's mind, a perfect rendition of the Supreme Mistress appeared, in all her terrible glory. When she spoke, her words rattled inside his skull, fierce and full of unrelenting fury.{{ It's the Executor, it has to be. Don't give him a chance to pull any of his tricks. Destroy that ship! }} {{ Yes, my khat. }} Vandred watched the display for a moment longer before swinging his right arm out, fingers splayed apart. His commanding voice boomed across the deck."FIRE!" Twenty flaming orange lances of liquid fire and superheated rock streamed across the empty gulf of space between the two warships, reaching like outstretched tentacles towards the approaching organic frigate. It was a wall of plasma based death that no ship that size could hope to contend with, let alone survive. The dazzling display reflected off the Warmaster's eager orbs as he watched for the moment of impact.
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