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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 10:17:50 GMT -8
Edgefields-on-Varonat was a city on the planet Varonat.
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Post by Tzu Shai on Oct 10, 2013 12:31:59 GMT -8
*The remaining 12 Slayer Ships and 4 Grutchen Carriers went over the city firing upon any radio towers that were seen, as the passengers from the 12 Slayer ships disembarked to secure an area for the Yorik-Trema to deposit the commandos it carried within. Since Edgefields lacked a spaceport and the rumbling noise of one being destroyed there was a much smaller resistance. Once the Yorik-Trema had deposited its commandos and the Ro'ik chuun m'arh had landed the soldiers and Voxyn the Yuuzhan Vong split into small parties and simply went house from house. Any that refused to be detained were killed on the spot, all the while the 12 Slayer ships and 4 Grutchen Carriers provided support through the streets in case a mob of indigent persons tried to come against the Yuuzhan Vong.*
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Post by Tzu Shai on Oct 10, 2013 12:57:05 GMT -8
*The Yuuzhan Vong forces in Edgefields, was making rapid work, rounding up entire families house by house to be made into slaves for the Yuuzhan Vong Empire. The Hunters were using the same method of staying in cloaked squads hunting out groups of rebels with the Voxyn. The Slayers that were on the ground moved through the streets killing any of the humans that were trying to escape.*
*The Slayer Ships moved out from the city and began looking in the surrounding jungles for any other groups of humans. While the remaining Warriors on the ground made up the gestapo front of entering the indigent people's homes and either getting them to comply and surrender or maiming those who resisted. The war front in Edgefield had suffered no casualties on the Yuuzhan Vong due to the fact of how quickly the attack was done without alerting the populace. Surely Edgefield would fall shortly before the Tropis, and from there the planet would belong to the Yuuzhan Vong.*
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Post by Tzu Shai on Oct 10, 2013 13:29:54 GMT -8
*With the help from the troops that poured in from the gates of the city from the drop off points of the Yorik-Trema, the city of Edgefield was all but consumed by the Yuuzhan Vong. The demographic of the city was rapidly changing and more and more humans were being captured and taken into the safe areas where they were being kept, enslaved, and counted. A Yuuzhan Vong census.*
*The Hunter groups had made rapid progress in rooting out any dissent groups sparing none from their Voxyn. Varonat would be an example for the rest of the galaxy, an example that would not be known for sometime due to the Mabugat-Kans in orbit absorbing all the HoloNet frequencies being broadcasted off of the world. By now the Slayers had gathered a small group of the newly enslaved humans and charged them with removing any and all corpses from the city houses and streets to be brought to the central market of the town where a pyre was being crafted to burn the corpses away in sacrifice to the Gods of the Yuuzhan Vong.*
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Post by Tzu Shai on Oct 11, 2013 11:07:35 GMT -8
The three Yorik-Trema had made their first drop already, and were just leaving to go pick up the final drop for the current time. Already the Intendants were gathering groups of the slaves to have the yorik-kul implant done by the group of Shapers. The worker class gathered some of the slaves and went about repairing various buildings and HoloNet broadcast centers. The priests honoured the Yun'o at the blazing fire that had engulfed the small hill of infidels that had dare resist the rights to rule over them granted by the Yun'o. The repairs that the slaves had already begun had restored 25% of the damages done to the city from the swift invasion of the city.
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Post by Tzu Shai on Oct 11, 2013 14:43:56 GMT -8
The city was now nearing 75% complete restoration from the brief invasion. There was 594 Yuuzhan Vong warriors stationed through out the city, the Shapers had managed to fit over 75% of the slaves with yorik-kul. This city would be completely enslaved and repaired within the next several hours, afterwards the Intendants would go through and find out what work the slaves had done previously. For obvious reasons several of the jobs would be no longer useful, and they would be sent to work helping growing coral or showing the intendants how various technology worked.
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Nov 13, 2013 13:10:20 GMT -8
Esthh Krazhmir arrived and saw the repairs...and disapproved that the dead buildings were being repaired. He quickly directed his shapers to begin growing damuteks and grashals, and seeding large planet bound Yaret-kor for an anti-orbital defense. Around the area he commanded them to plant stands of scalpel grass, and thorn mazes around shaper damuteks and intendant damuteks, in open areas he ordered the seeding of amphistaff breeding gla's, lambent and villip fields to be worked by slaves, and coralskipper nurseries to be grown. In still other areas breeding colonies of many of the various bugs and other creatures that the Yuuzhan Vong used as weapons were seeded.
Once things were properly put in order he decided to check on the fleet battle, calling his craft too him.
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Post by Dragus on Sept 2, 2021 12:41:20 GMT -8
! Outside the settlement, hot plasma rained down from the sky in long brilliant spears of light, striking the jungle floor and obliterating anything within a five kilometer radius. Trees burst into flames before turning to ash and blowing away, while the canopy was seared into nothingness even beyond the range of the initial orbital glassing as the fires began to spread. As for the settlement itself, it remained largely protected by its energy shield, though a cloud of darkness obscured the sky as smoke and pollutants formed acid clouds that seemed to bleed a chemical sluice upon the populace.If the orbital barrage seemed unnecessary, it was likely because it was. The planet was otherwise unprotected with a small civilian population with no true means of defense. So why unleash turbolaser fire upon them? To make way for what was to come. The scorched landscape would provide an excellent location to land the incoming drop pods and assault shuttles, carrying within their blighted hulls the first plague among many that Famine would inflict upon the people of this world.Meanwhile, the jungle continued to burn. |
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Jul 29, 2023 11:09:21 GMT -8
The townspeople in both Edgefields-on-Varonat had been restless since the orbital bombardment that had burned the jungles around their homes, the fields of mid season crops burned away. They did not know why their homes had been threatened but not demolished. Why their small insignificant lives had been threatened, their livelihoods, if not their lives destroyed. Some remarked bitterly that it was because they were so small that it had happened. Someone reminding them that they were insignificant blots on the tapestry of the planet, let alone the sector or galaxy. The only other thing of note had been the Yuuzhan Vong that seemed to move into the area not far from town. The large trees could be seen growing up in the distance towards the river. No one had dared to wander over, the reputation of the Yuuzhan Vong had made it to their little town, and these Vong seemed just as militant as the original invaders, and the people didn’t want anything more than to be left alone.
Screaming in the night was the first thing that people heard. It was off in the distance, in the jungle, in the direction of Tropis-on-Varonat. The people assumed that it had something to do with the Yuuzhan Vong, no one had heard sounds like that before. They were unnatural, feral...terrifying. Those that had some sense were glad that the fields had been burned now, they could see if something was coming for them...but the screams only came at night. Comm messages with those who knew someone in Tropis came back with similar questions and fears. The Yuuzhan Vong were likely testing beasts, and there was nothing the Yuuzhan Vong made that didn’t have some kind of death. Oh there had been attempts to tame the Vong, but those buggers kept destroying, or poisoning, or mutating. They weren’t to be trusted.
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Jul 29, 2023 11:11:42 GMT -8
The word spread rapidly through Edgefields-on-Varonat about the beasts that had attacked Tropis-on-Varonat. Fear spread like a contagion, and only increased that night when a hundred of the reptilian beasts ripped into the town that night in a tidal wave of hunger. Blasters fired, beasts and men screamed. No one knew why the beasts were so voracious, so driven. It wasnt like Tropis. These beasts smashed their way through doors and windows, physically battering them into submission, or, even more terrifying...opening them. There were few locks on doors, there hadnt been a need. With only a few thousand residents, crime was virtually non existent. There was more in Tropis, but even that was a rare thing, once in a few months if that. No locks doomed so many. Something so simple, so basic, and overlooked. A thousand or so people were slaughtered that night. The beasts feasted themselves nearly to a stupor, wandering back to the jungle in small groups to digest their human banquet.
The next morning was a small panic. Small only in the fact that there were only a few thousand inhabitants, panic, in that they had lost almost a quarter of their population...in a night. One, single, night. Men scurried to fortify the town, quickly taking apart unneeded equipment and welding them together to create barriers and walls. They weren’t able to get everything done, and the residents welded themselves into their homes as evening approached. The screams were terrible that night, but not as many as the night before. They heard that Tropis wasnt so lucky. A hundred of the beasts savaged the town just like they had Edgefields.
Four nights of frantic work had the town looking like a fortress. Tropis tried to evacuate, they had that option, their starport, but only so many could flee. Those here...they didn’t dare attempt the trip. Not after four speeders were destroyed in the attempt by the beasts.
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Aug 8, 2023 13:19:31 GMT -8
The townspeople lived in fear. Each night the beasts came again, and again. After two weeks the people had built enough defensive towers and rooftops to where they thought they could fight back. They had to fight back, otherwise they would starve. Help wasnt coming.
As night fell, the screams started again, hungry, spine tingling, fear inducing, some men threw up, emptying their dinner onto the ground and floor depending on where they were. The beasts came. The rapid pounding of footfalls and screams of hunger was something out of a horror holo. The people opened fire, bolts streaking out into the darkness as fast as the defenders could hold the trigger. Most missed, more than most, almost all. Hunters some may have been, but soldiers they were not. The powerful animalistic saurian beasts leapt upward, propelled by their powerful hind legs, those that didn’t leap up to the top were able to grab and haul themselves up, quickly getting inside. Human screams were added to the hungry beasts as material was torn away as the beasts mindlessly tried to get at the things that they knew as food.
Resistance seemed to drive the beasts into an ever increasing frenzy, blood spraying into the air, the scent driving those that hadnt yet tasted the blood this night into more of a frenzy. Blaster bolts streaked into all directions, the commotion and visual signals drawing more of the beasts from the jungle, a clarion call of violence and feeding frenzy. Soon there were fifty, then almost a hundred.
A Coralskipper patrol flying at several thousand meters noted the unusual light show below them on the dark ground. The eyes of the coralskipper quickly showed the battle below, the blasterfire clearly indicating defensive positions and intense fighting. This being highly unusual the pair alerted the nearby Vong base about the situation just outside the treeline and dove down to investigate. As they flew closer their coralskippers sensors painted what was happening at Edgefields-on-Varonat. A slaughter.
Warriors were turned out, scrambling for Yorik-vec loaded with weapons. The ships quickly lifted off and flew towards their neighbors.
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The Yorik-vec swept in, dropping their warriors short of the wall and platoons immediately fanned out and moved towards the wall. Their arrival did not go unnoticed by some of the straggling beasts, night is not as dark as most beings think, and the experienced warriors saw them coming. The beasts might have been ferocious, but amphistaffs were sharper. Warriors that were knocked over, which did happen, one doesn’t stop several hundred pounds of sprinting saurian on a credit chip. Animal screeches of pain were added to the night as warriors tossed winged amphistaff darts into the air and the Yorik-vec took to the air quickly forming up with the coralskippers to provide fire support against concentrations of the beasts. Warriors broke down into squads as they went hunting, a second rank of warriors were carrying the new organic blaster rifles with those that were just armed with amphistaffs providing a physical barrier if needed. The purple beasts didn’t have a chance. Plasma bolts pulsed down from above with impunity and warrior squads delivered disciplined ranks of armor, blade, and weapons. The new amphistaff darts dropped from the air to slice through ribs, hearts, and lungs without warriors ever being seen by the increasingly angry beasts. The beasts didn’t fear death, they weren’t capable, anger, frustration, these new prey were less interesting but they were hurting them. They charged, screeching in desperation in ones and twos, or whatever group their may have been, the larger groups being destroyed or broken up by the yorik-vec and coralskippers.
The carnage when it was all over at dawn was horrific. Red human blood mixed with the darker red blood of the beasts and ran through the dirt roads. Blood was spattered on the walls and human and beast flesh lay intermingled on the streets and in some of the houses where the warriors had caught up to them inside. The beasts had figured out how to open doors. The warriors had gathered about fifty human survivors when Esthh showed up. The survivors, mostly women and small children sobbed at the sights or simply huddled in shock, clinging to one another. Esthh found who he thought might have been the leader of the group, he was an older man but one of the few that seemed to have more wits about him.
“Old man. What are these beasts?”
The old man looked at him with hate.
“You tell me Vong, they are your creation!”
Esthh shook his head.
“These beasts are not of our creation. I did not think that there were this kind of predators on the planet.”
The old man didn’t quite believe him.
“They arent native here! I have lived here all of my life and never even heard of such things. They came after you did. You brought them!”
“If I wanted your hamlet I wouldnt waste time making beasts to do it. Subaltern! Find out where these beasts came from.”
A warrior nodded and ran towards a Yorik-vec to scout around.
Esthh turned back to the old man.
“I don’t know if you should stay here. We will tell those at Tropis of what has happened. Perhaps they will send aid.”
He turned to go as the old man replied.
“Don’t you know? Your beasts are there too! They hit them the night after they came here!”
Esthh turned back.
“They are there as well? Come with me.”
He didn’t give the old man a chance as he called for more warriors, coralskippers, and yorik-vec to head for Tropis.
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Feb 5, 2024 15:35:25 GMT -8
After the massacre and the move of the remaining townspeople to Tropis, the Vong had taken over the town, absorbing it into the base that was not far away, merging the base and what was left of the town. Shapers demolished buildings as damuteks grew up and Sentinel tree forests were grown in defense of the town and razor grass was seeded between them. In the weeks that had followed the trees had grown to nearly a kilometer in height, and large solar collecting vines had been established, feeding the extra energy to the new buildings and the starport that was grown there. Defense Hornets made their home amongst the trees in a number of nests. Fields were grown and work continued to truly integrate the base and the town.
Esthh stood staring out at the town, a large portion of it...what was there of course, had been preserved as a training area for warriors. He observed the warriors moving through the areas working on their new tactics with new weapons. Some squads had been trained exlusivly with technology based weaponry to operate as the opposition force. Esthh reflected that it was something of a shame that they couldn’t use human Thralls, the later batches had proved to be quite effective as Chazrach replacements. They would continue to use Chazrach of course, simply turning them loose would be terrible for them, better that they be taken care of and have a few bad days, than suffer and die out on their own. Other creatures however were being used and he had seen them begin their first trials. Flying hordes of modified Ur-greedles, lightly armored but bred potentially by the millions, as well as their family siblings that were being bred as workers exclusively with verpine bio radio antennae to mass coordinate their movements for efficiency and design. While grown buildings and vehicles took much of the manual labor out of things, and biots made work easier in the fields still, but as great as those things were, manual labor was still needed for fortifications or for larger irrigation projects where biots were not as useful. Some of these laborers were already building up new training areas.
The electric clap of muted thunder drew his attention back to the warrior training below as yellow and red low power bolts zipped back and forth between the buildings. Studies by tactical planners had already shown an increase of combat effectiveness of warriors by five times with their new weapons. He blinked his eyes and once again cursed the priests that had kept the shapers and warriors hidebound to a nonexistant religion. No, he corrected himself, not non existent, willed into existence, and even more easily dispelled.
The First Order Civil War had broken the fleet. Now though...they would rebuild the way they had needed. The new Med’uuva fighters were already flying with their new pilots. He himself had taken one of the new biots up on a quick test flight, and even keeping the young craft well within limits, had thoroughly enjoyed the flight and the vessels responses. A definite mix of crafts, the pull of dovin basals, and the push of the ion organelles, now he had a greater appreciation for the reports that he had heard of smiling faces of humans and other beings when the power of their craft had pushed them back into their acceleration couches. The g forces of course were contained by dedicated dovin basals that took the brunt of the stresses from the pilot and craft itself when necessary and the cognitive connection told him that the relatively mild 2300g was appreciated. The craft of course was designed to achieve easily twice that if not more at full maturity and further enhancements would no doubt see agility and power beyond that of the hated TIEs and A-wings.
The scenes in front of him continued to play out, but he saw little of it. His thoughts traveled to Nem Yin, the Battle of Ralltir, the Civil War. Having looked over the data that was gathered he had noticed that the ships of intendant had been badly out of position and his coralskippers and carriers were virtually wiped out. Whether they were sacrificed deliberately or Nem was simply incompetent he wasnt sure yet. The loss of so many warriors though...a brutal loss that would likely not be replaceable for some time. The ships were more easily replaced than the warriors. Trained pilots took time, especially since they could no longer rely on yammosk coordination where a pilot warrior was simply along for the ride and its dovin basal communication with its yammosk directed everything but the firing. Now there was significantly more time invested as new programs were put into effect. Granted the new hybrid yammosks were growing, frequency agile, telepathic, even more precise. That would aide of course, but pilots now had to be able to guide their biots on their own in a cohesive manner without yammosk support. He and the squadron commanders and veteran pilots had poured over every tactic they had been able to get their hands on, which was a considerable amount really, and worked up new tactics that could be employed to wring the most from their new biots.
He turned his thoughts to Nem Yin and what he now knew of the Intendant. A spy, no doubt. A manipulator, certainly. A dreamer, absolutely. A leader, doubtful. A battle planner, clearly not. An effective spy, doubtful. A unifier, clearly not. A rebellion, a scattering of the people he called his own, terrible intelligence analysis, disastrous battle planning, horrid resource management, and it seemed even poorer overall planning. Poor strategic planning? Quite possible. Setting loose Chazrach without their ability to function in a galaxy not their own in a galaxy where even the most basic beings seemed to have more ability to think than they. Something that would only lead to their downfall, manipulation, and exploitation again as a species. He wasnt against this per se, but it showed the short range thinking of an idealist rather than a realist. Which brought back the question...what was Nem Yin? Who was Nem Yin? An ally? Doubtful. Useful? Perhaps. Dangerous to the Vong under his and Esthh’s command? Certainly.
Esthh growled and turned away, stalking away from the viewing balcony
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Mar 20, 2024 10:12:00 GMT -8
Morning found Esthh again standing in his new office, part of a damutek that had been grown overlooking much of the city and the surrounding area. His implants wandered over the sights. The small cityscape, a town really. No exercises were scheduled for the day as far as he was aware and it was quieter this morning. The slightly low angle sunlight playing across the mountains in the not to far distance, their snow capped tops and steep valleys plunging into a mix of jungles and highland plains, some bleeding into grasslands, other river valleys moving into jungle swamps, highland jungles. A small band of temperate rainforests teased near the snowline. Was this what Yuuzhan’tar had once looked like? He wondered. His eyes drifted up to the sky, no moons, no rainbow bridge of the gods… No this was not Yuuzhan’tar of legend, but what of the ground? His eyes dropped back down slowly the implants tracing the scenery once again, more slowly, with a different mind. It was difficult, at least a bit, as his gaze dropped lower he had to look between the treetops of the towing defense trees, covered in explosive thorns and optical bundles. Defense insects buzzing about gathering food for the more specialized insect defenders. Herds of food beasts were being shuffled about, protein and fat for his warriors. The jakobeast herds had grown to the point where they were being used for their original purpose, high up on the hills in the snow. His implants drifted closer to the swamps off of the river, worked into rearing ponds for aquatic creatures, fishes, amphibians, even reptiles and insect species. They were patrolled by modified Zuxu, they hadnt finished on a name for the creatures yet. His implants drifted further, areas where yanskacs were being grown, sparkbee hives had been established, and other beasts from this galaxy had started to be grown for food. Nuna, nerfs, banthas, and a number of other species. Morodins and agricultural assistants moved throughout the fields and groves, ingesting and modifying plants and microbes to better enhance the plants and biome. Ag Beetles moved back and forth through the fields, planting, tending, fertilizing, cultivating, and harvesting, rotating crops and companion crops.
Was this what they, the Vong, were supposed to be? Just like most other species of the galaxy? What good was conquering? He had never thought about it much before, he had his duty before, but since the...fall from power...he had questioned many things. What would one do with conquered territories? Destroy? No, the Vong had built, and grown, just like any species would. They had not continued to conquer on already taken planets. They grew things. Life begetting life. He no longer saw with his implants as his mind wandered through the question of existence, of meaning, of purpose. What one grew and built, someone else would covet and come and take. What was grown and built, had to be defended. Species that had been shaped and manipulated could not be simply turned loose as Nem Yin had posited. They would be taken advantage of even more so by others, turned directly back into weapons. Chazrach had already appeared in gladiatorial pits run by the Hutts, and as slave labor in many places throughout the galaxy. Just as other less intelligent species had been and still were. Was it the natural order of things? Perhaps...perhaps not. It was what it was.
And he was right back were he was. The new ships were almost mature, the fighters and bombers were already mature, and he turned his mind back to his work. Dealing with the new reality of new tactics and dangers. Speaking of which, it was time to check on the new Yammosk line.
Fifteen minutes later found Esthh standing before a War Coordinator and he stepped down into the pool of nutrient rich slime, the beast recognizing his presence and reaching out to drape its tentacles across him as he approached. A massive beast, many considered it a cross between a cephalopod and a living brain...they probably weren’t far off from the truth. He reached out to touch the nerve bundle between the beasts eyes and was in instant communication with the creature. It had missed him, but was keen in its purpose. It had been absorbing much from the qahsas that had been filled with the knowledge that had captured at various points along the invasion route. Obroa-skai was one of the major ones, examining past battles and absorbing sensor data and distilling it into useful information in terms of abilities and tactics of each side. The beast had already absorbed the battles of which the Vong had participated in, during the invasion, and the time in the Unknown Regions, at least that was what the beings of this galaxy called the area that he had spent so much time traveling through. He felt the beast as it was keeping track of the movement of forces. He marveled that the beast could even keep track of warriors as they moved throughout their exercises, the beast tracking the movements over and through terrain, he watched as the new fighters and bombers slipped through the mountain peaks and ran down the valleys slipping between the tops of the trees. His mind zoomed out and up feeling the ships in orbit, growing and finishing, each of the ships minds and status, their own growing confidences and abilities, their eagerness to move amongst the stars. He asked the creature for a thought of its own abilities, communicating in ways that it was not originally shaped for. It was different, the beast responded, better. It could communicate better and more efficiently with greater precision. It could only communicate with the new biots of course, but the ability to rapidly switch communications...channels...to use the techno term, in order to keep communication uninterrupted with its charges.
Esthh asked for a progress report on the pilots independent actions. He was pleased that the pilots were progressing even more than they had in the Unknown Regions. The yammosk had put them through more and more exercises with an emphasis on independent abilities without its guidance. The yammosk and its future spawn would not be able to always protect their charges. The yammosk did communicate that it would be ready to spawn soon. It wasnt a large all powerful version, not like the failed yammosk at Helska that the Praetorite Vong that was defective, modified to be essentially all powerful in and of itself. Tactical and strategic stupidity. He was glad that that prefect and his officers had died before they could infect more with their flawed thinking. Too many intendants trying to do what warriors were supposed to do. Intendants had their place, and as long as they stayed in it there was little problem. Too many had influence in that first wave, and Shedao Shai had been right in that respect, having to erase the failure.
Esthh communed with the war coordinator for a bit longer before breaking the bond and returning to his office to continue looking over the reports of the direction and progress of the new biots.
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