Open Terrain

*I watch as the creature is revealed before me. Interesting to see such a thing, it has been far too long away from home. It's been years since I last saw such a master of communication. My replacement for eyes lock onto the piece of equipment, no, much more than just simple equipment. Everything we use is but an extention of what the Gods have provided. Should their will leave us, so too will our very source of surviving. It's no wonder these infidels fall to their abominations.*
I do not have a problem with it. Though if I have an inkling of suspicion something is not right I will not hesitate to allow Kaz to send you to the Gods for judgement.
*My maa'its fall back upon Shareed's face, they reading every part of it. My Maa'its remain obsidian like and reveal nothing. I am curious as to his head of domain. It surely has changed since my last meeting of that domain. I pat the head of my Tsasi and it hisses softly, it's eyes gazing upon the new creature that Shareed has revealed. Perhaps it is hungry, it is about time it was fed.*

*Another threat uttered, another threat ignored. Shareed was well past the point of believing that the Shaper would kill him, and even if he did, there was nothing to be done about it. The Intendant's duty hadn't changed and so neither would his actions despite the risk to his well being.*

"Of course." *Was all he said before taking a seat upon the floor.*

*Crossing his legs and straightening his back, the Intendant did his best to appear presentable before stroking the villip and stirring it awake. His first touch caused it to pulsate, signalling its efforts to reach across the stars and connect minds with its twin. A moment later and it began to invert, twisting and sculpting its features until it presented the face of the Yuuzhan Vong on the opposite end of the telepathic link. While it could not mimic the colour of flesh or teeth, the detail with which it etched features was staggering. It was almost as if Shareed held in his palm the decapitated head of a fellow Vong.*

*The face was hard and cruel, creased with scars and covered in a myriad of ritual tattoos. Its jaw was clasped, lips pressed firmly together in a grim expression of dispassion. No hair could be found upon the being's head, instead his craggy dome had been shaved and marked with the twin deities of Yun-Harla and Yun-Yammka, symbolizing the dual worship of Domain Yin. A ghastly brightness glistened in its eye sockets, the tell-tale sign of mqaaq'it glowing furiously on the other end. They glowed like vile witch fire, sickly green in hue, though most likely a fierce crimson in reality.* *This was Nem Yin, a bitter Intendant who believed himself cursed by the Yun'o. He hated all life, including that of his own people, though he made use of them regardless. His path was one of ruin and woe, damningly self destructive and destined for a legacy of atrocity. Not the friendliest of Vong to say the least.* *Shareed suppressed a shudder as he looked on his Domain-mate, barely able to contain his dread.*

*Nem always struck him as a ghoulish figure, more corpse than living creature.*

*A deep rumbling sounded as the villip attempted to imitate the Intendant's voice, struggling to mimic the pitch and deprave tone of Nem. Little time was wasted as the two conversed. Shareed discussed how he had managed to track down the Shaper on Nam Chorios and explained emphatically how he thought the Shaper would be of use to the Praetorite. Nem hesitantly agreed, though his impression of Shareed's encounter was vague at best. He went on to explain his current location and the circumstances surrounding his presence there.* *Talk of infidel pirates, Jeedai, and other various things that Shareed did not rightfully understand gave the Intendant cause for worry, though he trusted in the wisdom of his Domain-mate.* *As the conversation neared its end, Shareed scrawled down the star coordinates of the system and planet upon which Nem could be found, then bid the head of his Domain farewell.*

*When the link was severed, the villip shifted back into its fleshy state and the Intendant returned it to the folds of his cloaker. Gracefully he rose to his feet, extending his hand towards Dezhaan and offering the piece of living parchment upon which he had written Nem's instructions.*

"We must travel to the infidel world of Iridonia in the Mid Rim. Here are the stellar coordinates where it can be found. It shouldn't take more than a few days to get there by way of darkspace travel."

*I watch intently as the Yuuzhan Vong opens up this creature. A Villip, it has been many a year since I last saw one of them. I wait intently for the two Domain-mates to finish their conversation. My eyes change from their obsidian color to a deathly white. The eyes of a dead man as their body's begin to decay, coupled with the already ghoulish features of a Yuuzhan Vong makes an unsettling appearance. Nem Yim's though seems to be more of a reborn demon, a create spawned from Hell.*
So be it. What shall become of you?
*It is almost said as if I have concern for Shareed, but alas the entire demenor and cruel look I have taken up, betrays it. I nod at Kaz, and he heads into the ship to prepare it for take off. Locking gazes with Shareed, I motion with my left hand for Yun to escort him off my ship. I am almost tempted to enact my threats I have made, but I delay the order for now.*

"Good question." *He remarked casually.* *If the Shaper and his posy were headed off the planet, destined to meet with Nem and whatever else followed, that meant his work on Nam Chorios was completed. However, that was but one planet among many that required his attention. The Praetorite would continue to skim, search, and gather information until such a time as it was ready to make itself known to the galaxy at large. That meant Shareed would be busy for a while to come.* *Lifting a hand under his face, the Intendant stroked his chin as though deep in reflection. After a moment he spoke.*

"I'll need to report back in to Praetorite Command soon. No doubt they'll be interested in what else I've uncovered in my journeys. Nar Shaddaa is another infidel world I've bee asked to investigate, so I suppose I'll be headed there next." *He turned and walked to the hatch-sphincter leading out, then paused at the organic portal and rested a hand on the frame. Slowly he turned his head back over his shoulder and regarded Dezhaan one last time.* "The planet isn't that far off from Iridonia though. If you are willing to wait in orbit for the next hour while I gather my ship and head space-side, I can lead you right there." *He shrugged.* "The choice is yours."

*And with that he strode down the molleung worm ramp and off the ship.* *He'd take the sight of the Shaper's ship in orbit waiting for him as a sign the Vong agreed. If he was absent, well, no one can say he never made the offer. Either way his time on Nam Chorios had come to an end, at least for now.*

*I resist the temptation to spit, and watch as the molleung worm retracts. If I had a nose I would wrinkle it in disgust. Walking to Kaz the ship's Dovin Basal activates and it lifts off the ground. I watch Shareed intently as I get higher and higher. With a the coaxing of my hand the hatch-sphincter closes up and the ship makes its way into orbit.*

*It didn't take long for Shareed to get back to his ship. Though the terrain was difficult, his leaps and bounds helped to cover it quickly.* *Agility and speed were a very important asset of an Intendant scout, more so than strength or heavy armament.* *Eventually his pace slowed, coming to a complete halt as he reached his advanced Yorik-et.*

*Unlike the common variety, this living vessel had been shaped with darkspace travel in mind. It allowed the Intendant to quickly journey from one system to the next as he gathered information to send back to Praetorite Command.*

*He stroked the ship's frame, finding the right reflex that opened the canopy. As it rose, he hopped up onto the nose and dropped down into the seat inside. It was uncomfortable, though that was by design to help keep the pilots attentive. He slid the cognition hood over his head as the canopy began to descend and seal itself. After a few moments the yorik-et's dovin basal was stirred awake, warping gravity and causing the vessel to rise off the ground. Shortly after the combination of vessel and pilot were bound for orbit and the depths of space that lay just beyond.*

*There was a blinding flash of light and a residual thud, Raul Endymion landed face first in the dirt on the surface of this arid planet, with only the pretty Ion Storms to keep him entertained. He frowned and dusted himself off after he rose again.*

"Another glorious day on this planet...I still haven't found a proper place for what will be my legacy..."

*Rayce was behind Raul also surveying the landscape.*

Rayce: "We will find a place Elder... and with it forge a glorious organization! Anguish will guide you, as he always has, eventually, he will guide us all."

*Raul nodded with a sly smile as he looked across the valley, they were up on a mountain top surveying the landscape and the arid valley below.*

Raul: "He is already guiding both of us Rayce. I have seen more horrors than I care to witness anymore...something must be done. The pain must manifest itself, those that seek to inflict it, need to know the extent of their actions on others. You and I will spearhead a great faction. One that hears the cries of the innocent, and fights back on their behalf."

Rayce: "So the Jedi?"

*Raul laughed.*

Raul: "No...for I was born and raised a sith, I hear the call of a dark entity, what I seek is something that takes the darkness of the galaxy, and uses it against those that cause harm to others. Our base of operations will be here, on this planet. We just need to find the proper place."

*Rayce mulled this all in his head.*


Rayce: "So...like the mandalorians, but...with protecting the citizens of the galaxy in mind?"

*Raul laughed again.*

Raul: "Something similar, but that mandalorian bit seems...hmm, it just doesn't sound right. We can't be mandalorians, we need a name for our faction that separates us from the rest of the Galaxy."

*Raul thought a moment while scanning the horizion, there was a large section of flat land that stretched for miles, and was under constant ion strikes. He pointed.*

Raul: "There, that valley, should be about four days if we pace ourselves well. Let's go, and we'll think of a name for our Organization while we're at it."

*Chuckles and whistles a tune as they climb back down the mountain.*