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Re: Open Orbit
or so it would have sounded if sounds could be heard in space. The three part world of Anoth and the surrounding area seemed to be a mass of explosions and flying lava coral. ships lay in wreck, escape pods either drawn in to take prisoners or otherwise used as target practice. the utter carnage was reminiscent of a time long ago when a galaxy knelt under the scarred fist of a once mighty extra-galactic race. In the midst of the unfolding chaos and destruction a battle group revels in it's victory and dreams of a new dawn......*
*Standing on the bridge of the Uro-ik v'alh, flagship of the fleet named Death Lord, a tall hulking figure covered in scars both from battle and more importantly from worship and obedince to his gods stands the Commander of this new threat to the peace and tranquility of the galaxy. The one named Magg Choka.
Magg watched the unfolding carnagfe with a relish he could not easily hide. He had not deemed Anoth a fit enough target to invade, so he settled for bombardment.*
*These peoples were not worthy of being invaded, not yet. For now he would lay waste to all that he saw, all that he deemed fit to raze to the ground. The planets and peoples worthy of being invaded and enslaved would have to earn that much, until then they would all die one way or another, and through their suffering the gods would be appeased and a galaxy would bow once more. Until they knew what fear really was they were not worthy of slavery. They were barely fit enough for sacrifice, the gods would hate him today but love him tomorrow and what it would bring.*
*The living ships halls were suddenly filled with noise and a small group of ten or fifteen prisoners were brought in under guard. They were among the thousands captured from the escape pods, fitting. Magg Choka uncoils the amphistaff from around his waist and it slithers slightly before turning straight and rigid. It had seen the prisoners, but it knew what it's master wanted from it and therefore obeyed. The Commander walks up to the line of priosners, all bound, he points his amphistaff at one and the two faces nearly met. the amphistaff seemed eager and made slight biting motion.*
=Magg Amrys=
"My pet thinks you appetizing infidel, I wish I could allow it to feed but I know that you would not appease it's hunger. You see it is used to so much richer food, and you would be unfitting a meal."
*Magg brings the amphistaff back and walks along the line of the prisoners. he noted a patch with an eye on it on each of their shoulders but checked his curiosity. he quickly turned to one of the warriors who brought the prisoners in*
=Magg Amrys=
"I do recall giving the order that we take no prisoners"
*the warrior quickly stiffens up but does not show fear. good Choka thought, atleast he was ready for death. using the uneasiness to his advantage he turns away from the group and looks out the viewport again at the destruction still unfolding. After several long moments he finally turns back around and looks at the warrior again. In quick movements he walks to the prisoner he had spoken to just moments before, covering the space between them with startling speed, and quickly thrusts his Amphistaff forward watching with pleasure as it bites into the man's neck then makes a motion giving the Amphistaff a non-verbal command and the living weapon pulls away from the prisoner, the front part of his neck in it's mouth, it quickly spits the flesh out and bleeds from it's fangs as the prisoner falls down dead, blood gushing from his neck. Magg looks at the warrior once more with a snarl and a grin that could only be described as pleasure and pain mixed.*
"Swift punishments will follow, but we might not have to take prisoners. I have thought of a use for these infidels, which will finally make them somewhat worthy. it's time to send a message to this galaxy"
*He motions for the villip operator to open a channel to all ships*
"If they fight we will crush them, if they run we will destroy them, if they hide we will obliterate them, if they submit we will teach them the meaning of fear. Our message will ring out from one end of the Universe to the other, and that message is this: The Yuuzhan Vong have returned"
*With that last word a chant echoes on all villip extensions from the various ships, it starts with one ship and spreads to another, starting softly then rising in volume and power*
:: zhaetor-zhae, zhaetor-zhae, zhaetor-zhae! ZEATOR-ZHAE! ::
*The battle group quickly enters Dark Space heading for it's next slaughter*