Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Apr 18, 2024 6:08:59 GMT -8
A wiser Yuuzhan Vong might have chosen that moment to capitalize on the Tribune Knight's current status affliction, but with his love of games and theatrics, the Executor couldn't pass up an opportunity to run his mouth or gloat. Plucking the snap-bug from his hip, he held it loosely in his right hand down at his side, relaxing his posture as he watched his opponent flail and fight to clear her eyes. "You endure Biter's kiss better than most infidels that have received it." He acknowledged, impressed she was still on her feet, and letting her know it through his expressed tone of voice. "But you're still making the same mistake they did." He spun the tsaisi in his left hand around, reversing his grip before lowering the rigid length down to his side, then stroked a point of its scales with his thumb. The gesture triggered one of the biot's reflexes, causing the scaled length of its body to slacken into more of a lash than sword like state. Clearing his throat, the phlegmatic Intendant turned to an old scouting trick of Domain Yin to throw his voice, preying upon his quarry's temporarily diminished sense of sight. When he spoke, his voice sounded like it was coming from Jin's right side."Don't try to fight the pain, Jin." Then... ...his voice came from her left. "Embrace it. Accept your suffering and learn to harness it." Next his voice seemed to manifest from behind her. "Eventually you may come to yearn for it as my people do." It was then in that moment that he chose to spring his attack, lunging at Jin from the front. He had waited for the perfect fraction of a second, when she was between blinded sweeps of her blade against the ground, as her arm reloaded for another swing. Silently stalking into range, he planted his left foot on the landing pad floor and raised up his right, then thrust it outwards away from his body as he attempted to deliver a hard side kick to the Tribune Knight's upper body.
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Jin Song
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Post by Jin Song on Apr 18, 2024 17:19:44 GMT -8
Try as hard as she may, fighting through the pain, trying to turn it into power like the Ren taught her, it was no use. She barely felt the shift in the Void in the Force that her adversary presented, as he moved in and struck her. Jin allowed the kick to send her flying. She hit the hard ground, barley registering the knock on her head through the pain from the venom, she lay there. Fighting, trying to get back up. Her sabers had gone out instinctively as she fell. One had flown from her weakened grip, clattering off to the side. The other was held tight as she writhed and curled into a ball on her side. Jin, felt her own physical pain compounding with the pain of her people, all around. She then accepted what she must do. With every bit of might and grit she could still muster, Jin cried out. WAIT! Her eyes were still blurry, but she could make out the hulking shape of the Vong asslint. Wait. ARGH! She pushed herself up, onto her knees. The pain was becoming familiar, like an unbearable sunburn: still excruciating, but accepted as a part of life temporarily. C- errrgh call, them off! She raised the shaking hand that still held her lightsaber and turned the emitter inward at her chest. Or- ergh or we both ERAH lose. Call- hreragh call them back, and erh and you get err me... Jin was certain that she could activate the lightsaber before her opponent could stop her. Her only hope, and the only hope for the people of her homeworld, was that her deal be accepted.
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Apr 18, 2024 19:06:26 GMT -8
What passed for the Yuuzhan Vong physical expression for looking snide exuded from the Intendant's casual swagger as he stalked towards the Tribune Knight, calculating the next few moves it would talk to begin breaking her piece by excruciating piece, when he came to a stop a few paces from her as Jin crawled to her knees and turned her hilts emitter in on herself. His brow ridges furrowed as he studied her in his alien way, his enhancements feeding his mind with a multitude of collected sensory data. He did not detect deception from the infidel's promise to commit self termination. That meant she would do it, and what was worse was that she was right. If she died this whole effort was a terrible waste, one from which he could not see an easy recovery. A serious of sinuous snaps sounded as Nem's left fist clenched tightly, chocking his tsaisi and causing the serpent to snap and hiss at him. He unclenched the hand a moment later and Biter calmed, slithering back up the Intendant's forearm before setting in place, camouflaged against the cloaker. Nem raised his right arm and activated his tactical villip, opening a telepathic channel to the Carcharodon in orbit, where Prefect Ur Skell commanded the Praetorite Vong forces. {{ Call off the attack. }} He hissed slowly through grit crooked teeth, fixed in a grimace as he reluctantly conceded his position. {{ I've got what we came for. }} Moments later, Ur replied, the villip depicted his knife eared head in all its tattooed features. {{ Understood, Executor. May Yun-Harla guide your way and Yun-Yammka guide your hand. }} Then the connection ended and the villip returned to its compressed form against the Intendant's flesh. It was then that he crouched down, coming not quite close to level with Jin but the effort was made none the less, passing back and forth the snap-bug he had been holding between the palms of his hands."You drive a hard bargain, infidel. Agreed, of course..." His thin strip of lips stretched into a sneer. "...and without delay." He stood up and walked away, returning his snap-bug to his hip before fetching his coufee out of the landing strip floor. As he came back to her his hands were free of weapons though his stance spoke of the possibility of violence. That aggression diminished as he stood over her. "I may need you alive, but don't think that makes you in charge. You'll do as I say until we part ways. Don't worry, I'll reunite you with your precious princess, then I'll collect my reward. Who knows, maybe we'll even do some good in the galaxy, hmmm?"A great gust of hot wind blasted across the landing pad as a yorik-coral crusted yorik-vec gunship rose up over the open dome, hovering in place for a moment before descending towards the tarmac. Six long multi-segmented spindly legs emerged from the underside of the living starship, acting as landing struts, crouching as they accepted the weight of the ship. Then a section of the hull separated to expose a dilating hatch-sphincter, opening to allow a long unfurling molleung worm roll to the ground to serve as an organic boarding ramp. From within the dim lambent lit interior of the Bleeding Orifice, a bipedal reptoid alien known as a chazrach, hobbled out into the open. The old manservant of the Executor shook with weakness from age, moving slowly but dedicated to its role despite the infirmity of its aging body. "This is my faithful manservant Scab, whose been with me since the invasion days, many years ago. He'll help you inside and see to your wounds. I wouldn't bother striking up a conversation. He doesn't say much." Scab actually didn't say anything at all because he couldn't, he was mute, he communicated mostly through meaningful looks of the eye. Nem stood up and nodded as he affirmed something to himself, resting his hands on his hips as he looked to the burning sky. The Yuuzhan Vong presence in the area was already greatly diminished. A full tactical retreat was in progress as the ground forces returned to orbit and the bombardments ceased.
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Jin Song
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Post by Jin Song on Apr 18, 2024 20:14:05 GMT -8
Jin let herself be taken, her pain too great to resist. She did offer as much of a sneer that could be mustered through her pained face. Her lightsaber though didn't leave it's place on her chest. And it wouldn't until she was certain that the Vong were well away from the Capital. She also intentionally left the borrowed Imperial Knight lightsaber behind, not that she was in a state to look for where it had fallen. But she hoped that between that and the dead thud-bugs, someone would be able to piece together what happened to her, in case she never made it back to Fiora. But as she was helped past the Executor, she paused and through the pain gritted out. We- argh- are alike: We're both ugh willing to do ahhh whatever it takes- a pause fighting off another wave of pain, to save our people.
That exchange was the last thing Jin remembered clearly for some time.
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Apr 19, 2024 7:16:30 GMT -8
Nem looked down at her, studying Jin as she made her last statement, his lip curling wryly at the corner. "Yes, indeed." He remarked sarcastically. "We're very much alike, you and I. What's that infidel expression? Like two peas in a pod? Har har har. My Domain has a similar saying. They would say, we're two bissop in a basket." He seemed less amused as the Tribune Knight's coherence came into question. Resisting the effects of the venom seemed to have drained what reserves of strength she had left. Hobbling down the ramp, his assistant Scab checked on the poisoned human, assessing her vitals quickly before offering the Executor a telling look. Scowling, the Intendant raised his hands in a placating manner, as his tone became defensive. "Oh, don't look at me like that. I tried to do this the diplomatic way." He pointed an accusatory finger at Jin's semi-conscious body. "She was the one being completely unreasonable." Looking away, Nem rested his hands on his hips and tapped his foot on the tarmac, avoiding making eye contact with Scab.After a few seconds of silence, the Intendant turned his head to find the chazrach still glaring at him, its snout pursed tightly at the lips in the absence of any remaining teeth. Nem let out a sigh and nodded. "Okay, you're right. I will try harder next time, alright? Now can you please take the infidel inside and find her a dose of anti-venom before she expires. It will do us no good to arrive at Empress Teta with a corpse in the cargo hold." Scab continued to make a face but relented from his wordless assault on the Executor's character. The old reptoid struggled to slide Jin's arm over his shoulder and guided her mumbling form up the molleung worm ramp, leading her inside the living ship, whose interior layout was not so dissimilar to a YT-1300 despite the obvious vast gulf of differences in materials and design. Their journey ended at what served as the makeshift medical bay, little more than a room with a yorik-coral slab for a bed and all manner of organic implement crowding the space. Scab aided Jin onto the rigid bed and retrieved a small plant bulb from one of the drawers, which he used to squeeze a few drops of sticky liquid onto her face where the tsaisi venom appeared to have enflamed her skin. It wouldn't numb the pain; for cultural and religious reasons that was something the Yuuzhan Vong didn't believe in, but it would prevent the venoms toxicity from taking root and would expunge it from her system, which as an unintended result would eventually cause the pain to recede.Still outside, the Intendant procured his signature pipe biot from a compartment in his cloaker, packing the bowl end of the crustacean with a thimbleful of dried Ossus Kush. He shook his head as he prepared the instrument. "I swear, sometimes I can't tell if that chazrach is my butler or my creche-mother." Finished, he raised the pipe and brought the fluted stem to his lips, drawing on the mouthpiece which cause the biot to immolate the contents in its bowl and pull the resulting smoke down its length. The Intendant held a breath full of medicinal smoke in his lungs for a few seconds, then exhaled, releasing a series of purple smoke rings from his lips. When the contents of the pipe were ash, he emptied the remains on the tarmac and took one last look around. "I hate this planet." He admitted aloud to himself, then turned and strode up the ramp into the ship.A minute later the Bleeding Orifice began to rise off the landing pad as its pilot, a thrall symbiotically joined to its tall-yor so as to be permanently enthroned, operated the controls through the bio-circuits linked to its nervous system. Apart from Nem and Scab, this was the only other crew aboard, essentially the Yuuzhan Vong equivalent of a pilot-droid. They lifted off amid smoke and chaos, as the Arch Traitor's reinforcements finally arrived to find a city on fire, the few Praetorite Vong forces in the midst of pulling out. The deck shook and shuddered as the anti-aircraft fire crisscrossed their path, causing the pilot to take the less than nimble gunship through a number of evasive actions as they extracted towards the relative safety of orbit where the fleet resided. Once clear of the planet's naturally formed gravity well, the living starship activated its dovin basal array and accelerated to lightspeed, slipping into the depths of darkspace on its journey to the Deep Core.The further adventures of Sir Crabus the Crusty and his simpleton squire Jin continue here.
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Thomas Zahn
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Post by Thomas Zahn on May 21, 2024 17:06:38 GMT -8
With the Fleet battle in orbit decided, the Acclamator-Class Assault Ships known as the Principes, Triarii, Equites, and Hastati came hurtling down into the city, using any open space large enough that they could find to deliver the Legions under Zahn's command. The Eight Legions poured out on foot and in Gunships to strategic locations across Coruscant, whilst the Grand Marshal made his way back to the Veers-Class Legion Support Cruiser named after him that was landed in the Imperial Square to begin overseeing the ground operations. Those that surrendered were offered the Emperor's Peace as was commanded, whilst those that continued to fight were gunned down and those that they finally captured were executed. War was a dirty business and a message had to be sent to those forces that had sided with the Traitor - through choice or not - that surrender was their only option.
In good news at least, Zahn was glad to see that Jenia had finally returned and her forces were now providing backup to the ground operations
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Jul 11, 2024 18:09:37 GMT -8
Yuuzhan Vong war beasts and biological terrors roamed through the battlefields of the dead, combing through the detritus and rubble, harvesting biomass on a significant scale while the more picky connoisseurs amongst the Intendants of Domain Yin more selectively chose their targets. Bodies were stripped, identities verified, and their life history was thoroughly researched. Genetic samples were taken before the decay set in and sent to the shapers to be used to grow ooglith masquers to mimic their genetic primogenitors identity. Soldiers, officers, engineers (heresy, I know, Yuuzhan forgive me), all levels of authority. From the very lowest foot slogger that had given their life bravely in a vibro-bayonet charge on the trench lines of the Arch-Traitor Baltasar, all the way up to a General even, now future Yuuzhan Vong infiltrators. Nem had taken this opportunity to audition for his potential future role as head of Imperial Intelligence very seriously. The human infidels that comprised the vast majority of the First Order in his humble opinion were spineless and weak, detestable really, though perhaps that was the old Reaver in him voicing prejudice. If there was one thing this war had taught him so far, it was that the loyalty of these Imperials infidels was too easily bent and bought. So he would place his own people among them, bissop among the sheep, guiding the herd away from future folly such as this civil war had become.
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Post by Ris Kee on Aug 25, 2024 1:58:24 GMT -8
*The big man walked. And he walked. Not looking left. Not looking right. But in front of himself, yet still seeing all. And so he… walked and walked and walked. The cityscape was boundless
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