Xarl
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Post by Xarl on Dec 21, 2021 13:24:35 GMT -8
Xarl took the snap kick to his side with a grunt, relying on his vonduun skerr kyrric to absorb most of the blow. Nem could kick him all day and he still wouldn't put a dent in his crab shell plate. Stepping back, he swept his amphistaff from right to left, attempting to remove the Intendant's legs at the knee.
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Jul 16, 2022 6:58:17 GMT -8
Location: Praetorite Damutek
In the subterranean complex that housed the main governing body of the Praetorite's organization, High Prefect Shareed Yin had returned from a meeting with the ferroans. His exhaustion was evident by the lines creasing his forehead ridges. Talks were still ongoing about the potential of restarting Zonama Sekot's once thriving ship building industry. With the shipwomb in orbit around the sentient planet, there wasn't a dire need to come to a compromise quickly, the Praetorite was still more than capable of producing organic vessels to serve its growing need. However, the sekotan vessels were once considered some of the fastest in the galaxy, and that alone intrigued the intendant. If they could be adapted to use dovin basal propulsion instead of mechanically manufactured engines, then a new line of bio-vessels could potentially be crafted. He had a mind to present the Executor with one of sekotan ships once a working prototype was drawn up.
Shareed dropped his qaha device on his desk upon entering his office, sliding behind the table before seating himself on a hau polyp. He ran a hand over his scalp, dragging his fingers through his jet black shoulder length hair before bending over and retrieving a bladder flask from a compartment in the desk's bottom. Unsealing the container, he brought it to his lips and imbibed a few mouthfuls of sparkbee honey, savouring the sweet tasting narcotic substance.
While Yuuzhan Vong held no particular gastronomical preference, the effect the substance had on his mind was desirable, helping to ease some of the troubles that continued to crease his scarred brow. He activated the qasha built into his desk and ran his fingers over the control reflexes as the bio-circuits powered up. He scrolled through a number of messages awaiting his attention, stopping to rear one in particular several times over.
There was a troubling report from Lehon. The Echo of Damnation had been sent out that way and had since lost communication with the Praetorite's centralized command. A peace settlement with the Chiss Sword and Shield Dominion had been achieved some time ago, so it was unlikely they were involved, though it beggered belief that there was any other militant government currently operating in the Unknown Regions that could pose a threat to the miid ro'ik warship. He whispered a small prayer to Yun-Harla for a quick resolution. Hopefully there was a reasonable explanation for the lack of communications. He'd give it some more time but if another week went by without word, he'd have to inform the Executor.
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Oct 8, 2022 3:28:31 GMT -8
A bissop rider crested a vibrant green hill, trotting at a slow but steady pace, the Yuuzhan Vong on the war beast's back swaddled in a thick robeskin cloak. Shareed Yin pulled back on the reigns, bringing his mount Kirava to a halt before dismounting. He took the resting coils of his amphistaff and stroked the serpent's reflex, straightening the combat biot to its more rigid quarter staff form. Using the amphistaff as a walking stick, he stepped over the ridge line and raised one hand to his brow, shielding his mqaaqit from the glare of the mid day sun as he focused his ocular implants on the lambent marshes ahead.
It was strange to see the marshes untended. Ordinarily, at least since the Yuuzhan Vong had taken up residency on the seed world after the conclusion of the war, these fields would be worked on by countless number of chazrach reptoids. While they had no longer been slaves after those events, they still had not regained complete return of their mental faculties at that point, and the Yuuzhan Vong have been required to continue their stewardship of the race. Shareed had no doubt it had been necessary, but something about it had never felt right. So when Nem had contacted the Praetorite Prefect and explained his plan, he faced no resistance from this intendant and fellow member of his domain.
Withdrawing a crustaceous biot from the satchel on his hip, Shareed brought his favourite pipe to his lips, chomping on the bit as he puffed away, the bowl end stuffed with a small nugget of high potency Sekotan Green. Exhaling a lungful of smoke, he muttered a private prayer to Yun-Harla, making special care to keep the Yu'shaa in his thoughts.
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Apr 9, 2023 5:22:01 GMT -8
Massive chom-vrone churned dirt as they carved their way beneath the surface of the living planet, constantly burrowing to create new tunnels and underground paths between settlements. As beautiful as the planet was on the surface, beneath the ground was a bio-diverse ecosystem as well, rapidly expanded by joint efforts between the Ferroan and Yuuzhan Vong people. Damuteks placed deeper in the earth served as hive cities, the roots that stretched out from their base in all directions becoming highways for organic vehicles and war beasts. Some of the tunnels were large enough for dovin basal propelled skiffs and atmospheric craft like tsik-seru to fly through, allowing quick travel between the various villages that had sprouted up across the planet.
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Aug 6, 2023 5:14:01 GMT -8
As amazing as what was taking place beneath the surface of the planet, what was happening across the fertile and lush Tampasi was even more inspiring. Fields of Sekotan Green were in full bloom, ready for harvest by eager herd beasts and members of the worker caste. A long figure stood on a hill overlooking one such field, a corpse-pallor hand with knuckles of calcified bone was pressed to creased brow ridges, just below a bald scalp hidden beneath a shimmering glistaweb cloak that resembled a tapestry of starry constellations. Fierce orange mqaaq'it flickered like embers in the Intendant's eye sockets as he removed his hand, expelling a steaming breath through a starfish shaped gnullith rebreather biot symbiotically adhered over the lower half of his face, its proboscis extending down his very throat to filter the air he breathed. Not that is was a concern. Zonama Sekot had the cleanest air in the galaxy. A modified wormlung was attached to the rebreather, which rather than oxygen provided the Prefect with rich narcotic smoke.Shareed turned his head, looking over his naked shoulder. "Kirava." He hissed through his gnullith, calling out to his bissop that lurked somewhere in the tampasi nearby. A few moments later and the great lizard-hound bounded out of the brush and came to trot next to the waiting Intendant. The former Praetorite Council member took a set of sinew reigns fitted to the creatures snout in hand and touched his brow to the beast's. The sneaking bissop was the emblem of Domain Yin. As such, many members of the domain had taken to forming bonds with the loyal repto-canines, using them as mounts. He swung a leg over Kirava's side as he climbed up into the saddle and gave her reigns a quick snap, encouraging her to greater speed. The bissop took off like a hound out of hell, galloping across the planes. Along the way he passed members of the worker caste enjoying a midday smoke break, standing around braziers with burning skewers of meat while they passed around a crustaceous pipe biot packed with sacred smoking herb.
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Mira Yim
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Post by Mira Yim on Oct 26, 2023 8:27:52 GMT -8
The appearance of Handmaidens of Yun-Ne'Shel became a common sight in the Yuuzhan Vong villages scattered throughout the Tampasi. Being of the shaper caste, they of course applied their talents to assisting the wellbeing of their people, who were still finding their place in this peaceful post-war existence, but they also offered something more. The Handmaidens were a religious sect foremost, offering spiritual guidance to the survivors of the galactic conflict that had nearly seen the Children of Yuuzhan'tar's light extinguished from the universe forever. Some of the younger generation that had been born after those events boarded Sekotan Personal Starships and emigrated to the Outer Rim world of Ossus, to live in the Garden of Yun-Ne'Shel under the protection of the noble and gallant Jedi Lords, guardians of peace and justice throughout the galaxy.
Hope, once considered a fever-dream for the Yuuzhan Vong species, thrived for the first time in a long time.
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Apr 15, 2024 11:02:19 GMT -8
Far beneath the polar cap of Zonama Sekot's magnetic norther pole were the gene vaults of Domain Yin, carved and excavated by chom-vrone earth borers in the years following the Yuuzhan Vong's reoccupation of the long lost seed world of Yuuzhan'tar, buried kilometers under the surface of the planet and accessible only through a vast network of tunnels connected to a Praetorite Vong damutek structure located above ground. This secret and highly fortified facility served as the repository of the Praetorite Vong's collective knowledge of bioengineering and where it stored its precious reserves of DNA samples and sequences from the Yuuzhan Vong home galaxy. It was here that the eight shaping cortexes could be found, sealed away in the hopes that such information would never be needed again. For a location as fiercely protected as it was by the Intendants, it was strange then that of the three Yuuzhan Vong who could access the repository, only one of them belonged to Domain Yin. The other two belonged to the shaper caste, members of Domain Yim, the siblings Mira and Torfa. Twins were a rarity among the Yuuzhan Vong, usually viewed by members of the Priest Caste as an auspicious sign from the Yun'o. However, being born after the fall of the Yuuzhan Vong Empire, this brother and sister duo weren't forced to fight each other to the death as tradition dictated. Instead they had both been given an opportunity to pursue the shaping arts, with either twin eventually reaching the highest rank of Master Shaper in their own time. While Mira had taken the rest of her domain with her when the Handmaidens of Yun-Ne'Shel relocated to Ossus, her brother Torfa remained behind, choosing instead to directly serve the Praetorite and its elected representative, Nem of Domain Yin.
So it was that Torfa found himself in the gene-vaults, soliciting the information he would need to breed a new batch of dhuryam, the larger cousins of yammosks. Garbed in his robes of office, the Master Shaper was seated at the massive Qang qahsa, manipulating the reflex of the bio-organic computer as he accessed classified data. Outside the vault doors were two dour faced members of the warrior caste standing guard, while inside Torfa's only companions were the two shaping initiates he had brought with him as aides, or so he thought. While he studied the luminous blaze-bug display, a sinuous figure peeled out of the shadows of the vault's dim corners and crept up behind him, silent as a wraith. "Torfa." Hissed a voice, hoarse as a whisper and distorted by a starfish shaped gnullith rebreather that the figure wore over the lower half of their face. In face, the only features of their skeletal visage that were exposed was the corpse pallor flesh around their brightly glowing mqaaq'it ocular implants, that seemed to pierce the Master Shaper's skin as they glared at the back of his head. Torfa swiveled in his seat, turning around to face what was clearly an Intendant, with an emerald green stare and dark purple eye sacks that puffed beneath his implants.
"Shendor." Replied Torfa, bowing his head in deference to the Prefect of Domain Yin. The sneaking figure froze, genuinely surprised for a moment before acknowledging the Master Shaper with a nod, then stepping forwards to stand next to him. A hairless brow rose above the Intendant's obscured face, but when he eventually spoke, his cadence and tone had changed. "How did you know?" A fair question. It was unlikely anyone outside of the Yuuzhan Vong species, even a trained expert, would have been able to tell that the Prefect had been impersonating the Executor. Frankly Shendor was surprised even Torfa had been able to tell. When asked, the Master Shaper shrugged, acting casual despite the impressive feat of deduction he had just performed. "You look like Nem, you sound like him..." He leaned his head forwards and sniffed through his nose stub, then met the Prefect's gaze. "...you even perfected his scent, but my shaping enhancements allow me to analyze the molecules in the air around me through taste, and the Yu'Shaa has a rather distinct flavour. Besides, Nem's a bit of a creep. When he's around I usually feel a tremor in my spine. I don't feel that right now." He claimed, nonchalantly insulting their leader.
"Then you've given me a new challenge, Master Shaper." Shendor acknowledged, inclining his head as he reached up to his face and removed the gnullith with a tug, painfully extracting the proboscis from down his throat as the biot came away as a ball of flesh in his head. "My thanks." He stated coldly, leaning over Torfa's seated form to observe the qahsa screen, something that was technically off limits to him. The Master Shaper blanked the glowing projection with a stroke of the reflex controls at his station. In response, the Intendant's eye sacks puffed and his brow ridges creased. "Have you made any progress?"
"Some, yes." He replied with a nod. "I have everything I need to begin creating new yammosk and dhuryam, though culturing the genetic materials will take time. The Executor will still have to wait six months before the world coordinator for Garqi is ready." More like three months, but Torfa always exaggerated the time line so that when he completed his tasks early, it seemed all the more impressive a feat for its surprise expediency.
"You need to move faster, Torfa. Events in infidel space are deteriorating faster than anticipated. A new world brain is essential for our future plans and to maintain our current foothold in Imperial territory. The Executor has made his wishes clear on this. Whatever you require to speed up the breeding cycle will be made available to you. In fact, we have several of Loraine Zun-qin's former proteges that we could loan to your efforts right away."
"The heretic? No thank you." The Master Shaper shook his head. "I'd rather be stepped on by a rakamat. I'll get it done in a timely manner, but you need to remind the Executor to have a bit of patience, especially if he wants the job done right." He chewed his lip. "You know, I would be done already if he'd just go and make up with my sister. Mira..." Interrupted.
"Is not an option." Hissed Shendor coldly. "Fine, no traitor assistance from Loraine's coven. That's probably for the best, even though it seems a waste of skilled labour. Just get it done quickly, Master Shaper. Time is not a luxury we have."
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