Post by Nem Yin on Jun 22, 2022 5:01:03 GMT -8
Off the main hall of the administrative facility was a side corridor that ended in a door. The door itself was unremarkable if a bit opulent, appearing to have been ornately crafted from felucian cherry wood, with a gold plaque with laser etched writing on the surface that read 'Office of the First Prefect'. Unlike other offices that had built in electronic security or had First Order stormtroopers or Imperial Security officers standing out front, this particular door was guarded by an all together different breed of defender. Standing threateningly outside the office door were two Yuuzhan Vong warrior caste in black glossy vonduun skerr kyrric, otherwise known as crab plate. The rigid carapace covered these guardians from toe to neck, though the corpse pallor flesh of the warriors could be seen through the moving joints and their heads were completely unadorned, their skull like visages on full display for any that dared look down the hall. Each carried a three meter long amphistaff, partially coiled around their armoured chests while in their less rigid form, serpent heads swiveling from side to side as venom seeped from dripping fangs. Steam blew from the shortened stub like nose of either warrior in the climate controlled environment, their own bodies running hot by comparison.
He would have preferred to use members of his own domain. The shadowy assassins of Domain Yin were practically a breed apart from the rest of Yuuzhan Vong society. Dour, eternally bitter, and trained from an early age to heightened level of martial prowess. Yes, he would have rather relied on them, but it was important to show the other castes and domains that they were all united under one banner, one Yuuzhan Vong...under the First Order. These door guardians would not bar the path of any high ranking Imperial with a need to see the First Prefect, in fact, they were mostly for show. Of course, if someone didn't have the right credentials, they might find themselves roughed up a bit. Even warrior caste on guard duty were due some fun.
Inside, the office was even more alien than those standing guard outside. The floor and walls were covered in an almost fleshy layer of growth, risen veins in the surface seemed to throb, evidently animate with some form of life. Coral braziers hung from the ceiling, burning thick sweet smelling purple incense. The temperature was several degrees warmer than outside, almost stifling compared to the comfortable air conditioned corridors of the Ubiqtorate. At the center of the room was a desk, made from the same felucian cherry wood as the door to the office. Seated behind the desk reviewing his notes on his personal qahsa device, was the First Prefect.
Nem of Domain Yin, Executor of the Praetorite Vong, known to many of his people as the prophet Yu'shaa. He was garbed in a dark layer of second skin known as a cloaker that did little to conceal the lithe muscular nature of his lean physique. Over which he wore a long shimmering cloak of glistaweb that hung from his shoulders. Glowing green mqaaq'it focused on the screen of his organic computer tablet, his dark purple eye sacs underneath pulsating as he concentrated on what he was reading. He was currently familiarizing himself with the different sub-organizations that fell under the First Order's collective banner. He was already somewhat familiar with the Imperial Knights, having worked with members of their knighthood in the past. The Ren occupied his attention more of late. They were far from the Sith he despised and sought with a vengeance, but the rumours of their use of dark magics was disconcerting. Still, the Emperor was a shrewd man and he appeared at ease with their place under the First Order's flag, so far be it for the Prefect to question their loyalty. Of course, that didn't mean he wouldn't be keeping his eye implants on them. He leaned forwards and retrieved his pipe biot from the desk, the bowl shaped end of the crustacean was still smoking from his last draw. He put it to his thin lips and inhaled, sucking back a heady volume of medicinal/narcotic smoke with that one pull off his pipe.
As he exhaled a cloud of rich smoke, his ocular implants flickered and flared luminously through the narcotic fog, like two burning motes of witch-fire.
He would have preferred to use members of his own domain. The shadowy assassins of Domain Yin were practically a breed apart from the rest of Yuuzhan Vong society. Dour, eternally bitter, and trained from an early age to heightened level of martial prowess. Yes, he would have rather relied on them, but it was important to show the other castes and domains that they were all united under one banner, one Yuuzhan Vong...under the First Order. These door guardians would not bar the path of any high ranking Imperial with a need to see the First Prefect, in fact, they were mostly for show. Of course, if someone didn't have the right credentials, they might find themselves roughed up a bit. Even warrior caste on guard duty were due some fun.
Inside, the office was even more alien than those standing guard outside. The floor and walls were covered in an almost fleshy layer of growth, risen veins in the surface seemed to throb, evidently animate with some form of life. Coral braziers hung from the ceiling, burning thick sweet smelling purple incense. The temperature was several degrees warmer than outside, almost stifling compared to the comfortable air conditioned corridors of the Ubiqtorate. At the center of the room was a desk, made from the same felucian cherry wood as the door to the office. Seated behind the desk reviewing his notes on his personal qahsa device, was the First Prefect.
Nem of Domain Yin, Executor of the Praetorite Vong, known to many of his people as the prophet Yu'shaa. He was garbed in a dark layer of second skin known as a cloaker that did little to conceal the lithe muscular nature of his lean physique. Over which he wore a long shimmering cloak of glistaweb that hung from his shoulders. Glowing green mqaaq'it focused on the screen of his organic computer tablet, his dark purple eye sacs underneath pulsating as he concentrated on what he was reading. He was currently familiarizing himself with the different sub-organizations that fell under the First Order's collective banner. He was already somewhat familiar with the Imperial Knights, having worked with members of their knighthood in the past. The Ren occupied his attention more of late. They were far from the Sith he despised and sought with a vengeance, but the rumours of their use of dark magics was disconcerting. Still, the Emperor was a shrewd man and he appeared at ease with their place under the First Order's flag, so far be it for the Prefect to question their loyalty. Of course, that didn't mean he wouldn't be keeping his eye implants on them. He leaned forwards and retrieved his pipe biot from the desk, the bowl shaped end of the crustacean was still smoking from his last draw. He put it to his thin lips and inhaled, sucking back a heady volume of medicinal/narcotic smoke with that one pull off his pipe.
As he exhaled a cloud of rich smoke, his ocular implants flickered and flared luminously through the narcotic fog, like two burning motes of witch-fire.