Heretic, Honor. (Nirauan)

[Warmaster Vong]

The round organism throbbed as the Warmaster soothingly stroked it in a circular manner. It turned a deep red and then subdued back to its normal brown. In the center of the creature, the tatoo of the Chazrach conquest presented itself. White cornea's opened, revealing the grotesque face of the Yuuzhan Vong Warmaster, Tsaak Vootuh.

"Warmaster Vouth, the god's glorify the Praetorite Order today." the Warmaster reversed his massaging and looked at the other Yuuzhan Vong Warmaster.

"Indeed they do, Warmast T'math. I hope the shapers aren't giving you much trouble." Vootuh replied to T'math.

"That master shaper of Domain Kwaad is a heretic. So is the majority of her intendants. I left them alone on the Speed Corvette so they would not tarnish the Light Cruiser." T'math paced around his private chambers. It was illuminated in a blood red color. Cages lined the walls, holding many of the Warmaster's perversions. "Nirauan better be worth it. Being on the same planet with the heretics is more pain than Yun-Yuuzhan ever endured."

"Slaar, I know you'll do just fine." Tsaak Vootuh's image disappeared, leaving Slaar's villip to slowly return to normal beating.

[Mezhan Kwaad]

<font color=green>"This will be a glorious day for the Yuuzhan Vong. We shall shape masterpieces and destroy our enemies. It is of course the will of the Gods."<font color=white> The last part of Mezhan's sentence came out as a scoff. She was a heretic, like most of the Shaper Adepts standing before her. Although she was not aware if her superiors had found out yet. If indeed they did find out she would be embracing death. Heresy was a very serious crime in the eyes of the Yuuzhan Vong.

Mezhan Kwaad couldn't understand why people believed in such foolish rules set by a bunch of Gods that have never been seen. She was the kind of person that would have trouble believing something if she didn't see it. She had a sneaking suspicion the Warmaster kept her around because he knew her value. She was among hte best shapers of the Yuuzhan Vong. Mezhan used heretic tactics and had created some of her own secret protocols, but she did it in the name of the Yuuzhan Vong. They were her people and she wanted nothing more then to see the Infidels, especially the Jeedai crushed for good.

Already they ingaged in several conflicts with the Infidels in this Galaxy. The New Republic and the Empire had fought back against the Yuuzhan Vong. Although the extra-galactic alien beings showed their might and supremacy. Soon they would crush all their enemies like small insects, and Mezhan wanted to be alive to see it.

Currently she was aboard a Speed Corvette belonging to the Reserve Flotilla. Their destination was Nirauan. It was a planet inside of the "Unknown Regions" as the Infidels referred to it. Mezhan couldn't understand why they had left these regions unexplored. It seemed pretty stupid to her. But then again, the Infidels were stupid.

<font color=green>"Now all of you know your part in this mission. We are to find these Qom Qae and Qom Jha within the caverns and clifftops of the Infidel planet. There we will capture a few and bring them back to the Speed Corvette. I myself will be forming an alliance with these beings. Each of you have been assigned to the primary or secondary team. I wish you all luck."<font color=white> With the greatest of elegance, she turned around and walked off toward her own quarters. The slight rattle of her headdress could be heard through the darkened halls of the living ship.

[Shret Nion]

The Warmaster was deeply set in his roots about heresy. He was all alone with his views on this mission. Shret Nion and the New Galaxy Warrior each believed that infidel devices could be useful tools when needed. Shret, unlike the Warmaster, appreciated an effective weapon be it machine or beast.

Shret knew secretly that the Supreme Overlord held similar views to the NGW and he, Shret Nion. If it was the god's will to control all of the stars, then Yun-Yuuzhan had surely created the infidels and had given the infidels a different power. It was the mission of the Praetorite Order to find out all of Yun-Yuuzhan's secrets.

Naught was light in the Domain Chamber. Shret Nion was the first of his domain to be part of the warrior caste. His family were farmers with no ultimate glory. When Shret had be chosen for the warrior caste, he was naked from the tatoos and disfigurations that showed a warrior's rank. But Shret had quickly risen in the warrior caste and brought his domain much honor. He fought freestyle, performing new attacks that consistently confused the higher ranked, protocol following warriors. Just a tri-klekket after becoming a warrior, Shret was disfigured with the scar of a slashrat reaching across his chest. The charred remains of a blaster bolt reminded Shret of his capturing of an Infidel Dreadnaught over Morishim. Indeed Shret had matured much during his short time with the warrior caste.

In the ill-lit room, Shret could make out the hidden shadows of his Siege Team. Nestled in the far end of the chamber was a beast similar in size to an AT-AT. "Zhaetor-zhae" Shret broke the silence of the chamber.

[New Galaxy Warrior]

"You have been summoned to the first Troop Transport, Commander Nion." New Galaxy Warrior spoke in a low toned voice, leaning against the doorway.

Shret Nion turned around to regard the Yuuzhan Vong warrior. NGW did have a name, although he never used it anymore. He was just referred to as "The Warrior". This did not bother NGW. It separated him from the other Yuuzhan Vong warriors and made him unique. The warrior deserved the special title.

New Galaxy Warrior had barely escaped his last skirmish on Wor Tandell. He managed to blend in with the Infidels and catch a supply ship off the planet. The warrior had soon after stolen a fighter pilot and landed on Bimmiel. He made sure to destroy the fighter. Working with such an abominable machine would have gotten him in serious trouble. After NGW had returned to the base underneath the ground of Bimmiel, he was ordered here.

Another day, another victory. He thought to himself, suppressing the urge to grin.

The warrior had managed to earn a Tsaisi for his his hard work and determination toward the Yuuzhan Vong. The living creature had coiled itself around his arm and shoulder. The Warrior was quite proud that he was allowed to don such a weapon. Of course he would have preferred to have access to a thermal detonator or two, but such was sacrilegious. Luckily NGW was not one to voice his thoughts with others.

"We have arrived at the planet and the Troop Transports are waiting on your command." He told Shret.

[Warmaster Vong]

During a slip back into what the infidel's called real-space, it was dishonorable to blink at the blinding flash of light that presented itself at every reversion. Hyperspace travel was a gift from the gods that allowed quick and safe passage through the Realm of Yun-Yuuzhan. Not blinking during the blinding flash was considered an enduring of pain for thanking the access to travel within the Realm of Yun Yuuzhan.

The Warmaster did not blink. He had been through many of these reversions and now, it was second nature not to blink. He remembered during his first hyperspace journey when he was but an unmarked warrior, he had one of the Chazrach's keep his eyes open. The light was unliken any pain the Warmaster had felt during battle or sacrifice. It was a glimpse into death. A glimpse into the pain all Yuuzhan Vong would eventually face when death honored them. After many journeys, the pain was still immense. Though now, the Warmaster did not suffer the momentary lapse in vision. Many of the new warriors born during the Vector Prime campaign suffered the lack of vision for milliseconds. To date, it hadn't caused any significant problems.

Nirauan was a livid planet according to recon reports. But from in orbit of the planet, the planet looked devoid of lush life. It was brown, feces brown. This forced the Warmaster do doubt his Recon truthfulness. Angirly, the Warmaster stroked his villip to life. "Mezhan Kwaad! You insisted this planet was full of life! There is nothing of greenery on the planet. Do you continue to bring dishonor to your domain?"

[Mezhan Kwaad]

<font color=green>"Warmaster, I assure you this planet will be a valuable asset to the Yuuzhan Vong. Although it looks this way from space, this planet is covered in vegitation. The plant colors have adapted to a brown and grey in order to survive the pale light received from the sun. Do not let this aerial view deceive you."<font color=white> Mezhan spoke in a calm voice that made her seem sure of herself.

The Shaper paced back and forth, stroking the villip silently. This conquest was worth the valuable time of the Yuuzhan Vong. Nirauan provided valuable information about the Infidels and how they operated. Mezhan was sure of this from the recon reports she had read. She would begin to form another shaping ground used for construction and growth.

A hand swept back and felt the magnificent headdress that hung from her head. It glorified her being as a shaper and gave a new meaning to the word elegance. She placed the villip down where she had found it and resumed her work. She was shaping a Grutchin to join the other 11 that had been assembled. Them along with the tunnel sligs would help the Yuuzhan Vong gain access to a structure on Nirauan. She resumed her work, waiting for her to be summoned down to the transports.

[Shret Nion]

Shret let his pupils adjust as he entered the bioluminescent troop transport hangar bay. The petty matters of ranks did not interest the Yuuzhan Vong Commander. If a warrior was able, he was given notice by Shret Nion. A praticular warrior of the disgraced domain Anor was guarding the slip-wall to the hangar. This Anor, despite his leniage, was an admirable warrior.

"Anor." Shret hissed between clenched teeth. "Come with me." Dutifully, the Anor followed. Through periphial vision, Shret noticed the looks of disdain on his contemporaries faces. How could one of the now-prestigious Nion domain, lessen themselves by associating with the pitiful domain Anor. But Shret did not care. It was his goal to abolish the old ways. He was the new breed of warriors. A breed that would bring honor to the Praetorite Order.

"New Galaxy Warrior, Shret Nion reporting as called." the domain Anor spoke for his superior as was customary for the Nion domain.

[New Galaxy Warrior]

"Allow me Commander." New Galaxy Warrior said as he stepped forward and stood before the warrior of Domain Anor. Warrior was at least 4 inches taller then this Anor. The Tsaisi on his arm moved forward and struck out at the Anor, but did not touch him. The Anor warrior did not blink or falter, he just stood there, ready to embrace death.

"Warrior Anor, have the shapers begun their descent toward the planet of Nirauan?" He asked.

The warrior offered NGW a quick bow, even though he was not of high rank. Nevertheless, the Warrior accepted the bow, and repeated his question. He added an angry edge to his voice.

"They have..." Anor replied in a raspy voice.

"Make sure all of the other warriors are ready to begin the glorious Yuuzhan Vong campaign." Warrior commanded. "That will be all, Anor."

He turned to the Commander and gave him a quick nod. NGW walked toward one of the dropships. He was full of flame and determination to succeed in his mission. He would succeed, or he would embrace death.

[Vrax Choka]

The Vong Warroir sat in the drop ship with an expression on his face that could have only been intertpreted as pure determination to fight and win. He was covered in his Vonduun Crab Armor which would no doubt save his life somewhere in the upcoming battle. He hoped to serve the Gods to the best of his ability, today, as every other day he was fighting.

[Mezhan Kwaad]

<font color=green>"Soil..."<font color=white> Mezhan thought to herself as she scooped up a handful of the brown dirt. She brought it to her nose and smelt it, like the Cizerack did before they ate their prey. It had an odd smell, but it made her smile. This planet was perfect and fertile, like she had anticipated.

The Master Shaper dropped the soil and watched it fall to the ground in a small but neat clump. She put her bare foot over the soil and crushed it back into the ground.

Behind her, the noises of the warrior regiments shuffling out of the transports filled the air. Mezhan spun around and faced a Yuuzhan Vong warrior with a Tsaisi coiled around his left arm. He was indeed Field Commander Yem. By their standards he was attractive, but Shapers were supposed to be lustless. Mezhan glared deep into his eyes, as if trying to figure out what he was thinking. Finally, she broke the silence.

<font color=green>"Have your warriors lead us to the nests of these...animals we are supposed to meet."<font color=white> She snarled.

"It will be done Master Shaper Kwaad." He spat back, using an equal amount of hatred in his voice. The Kwaad and Yem domains were never too friendly to eachother.

Mezhan's gaze shifted to the sky. More transports were landing, and it seemed they had been detected. TIE fighter and TIE Interceptor squadrons were racing across the landscape to meet and greet them. Mezhan doubted the greeting would be too friendly. She noticed at least 4 other squadrons were heading toward space.

Poor, pitiful creatures, She thought with an evil smile. Those who resisted never lasted long. Mezhan was taught that long ago.