Threads of Punishment (Closed)

[Warmaster Vong]

OOC: This is closed and for the members of the Yuuzhan Vong only.
IC:

The news lingered on the Warmaster's tounge. He did not believe he had been infiltrated. It was one of the most simple ways to infiltrate, and the Warmaster had let it get by him. But it would never do that again. He would demonstrate the intensity the Yuuzhan Vong will take on any spies found. [i]

He paced around the cirular room, his eyes never moving from the center. In the center stood Shedao Domain Shai, the spy. His feet and arms were clamped to a free-standing wall. The Bindings would get tighter and tighter with the more pain inflicted. Around the spy, stood the other members of the Yuuzhan Vong, Commander Yomin Carr, Priest Ikrak, and Honor Guard Xai. They all stood there, watching the Warmaster with an intense stare. They were awaiting to see what the Warmaster would do.

[Warmaster Vong]

Warmaster: You have dishonored your family Name. You have dishonored yourself. You have no honor anymore. You are dishonor in its highest form.
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Shedao stands tall upon the wall. His eyes darting nervously around the room. He wonders what will happen to himself.
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The Warmaster walks up to the traitor. He extends his long, muscular arm. His hand reaches Shedao's face. The sharp claw the Warmaster has barely touches Shedao's face. The razor sharp claw cuts into the skin and a small stream of blood trickles out.

Warmaster: The Vong do not dislike Pain. We embrace it. The Vong do not fear death. We embrace it. For these reasons, I will inflict any pain on you. I will inflict pain, but not in an honorable fashion. Do not worry, I will not kill you. That would honor you, and you do not deserve that.

The Warmaster snaps his fingers and a Chazrach Slave comes running out. He is carrying what looks to be a standard hold-out blaster. He is also carrying gloves. The slave hands the Warmaster the gloves first. The Warmaster slips them on and mutters a small prayer. He raises his arm and swipes it down across the Chazrach, killing him. The Chazrach drops the blaster, it clanks across the uneven floor. The Warmaster calmly walks across the room and picks up the blaster. He says another pray, asking the Gods for fogiveness for using a machine.

Warmaster: I will dishonor you even more. I will hurt you, physically and spiritually.